Mrs. Peel (that’s right, it’s Mrs. Peel to you and to you and to everyone, if you dare take the liberty to call her ‘Emma’ one more time, I shall use my words to destroy your soul) would undoubtdedly show up to get Kirk’s signature on some report.
Kirk: “Thank-you yeoma… you’re not Yeoman Janice.”
Peel: “No, captain, I am not.”
Kirk: <waiting for further explanation, but upon getting none, is both annoyed and amused at Mrs. Peel’s lack of awed-by-your-presence ass kissing> “And where is Yeoman Janice.”
Peel: “Indisposed, Captain.”
Kirk: <because Kirk is so turned on he can’t think straight, ‘Rocket Man’ is now doing all the talking> “And from where… how did you come to be so… disposed?”
Peel: <so amused that Kirk is already wrapped around her finger, she just can’t bring herself to roll her eyes at his stupid attempt at innuendo> Forward B deck, Corridor C, Cabin Twelve. <walks away… slowly>
Later, Kirk walks in with a bottle of Orion Brandy only to have Mrs. Peel walk up behind and karate chop him into unconsciousness.
“Captain Kirk, please respond. Bridge to Captain Kirk, please respond”
Kirk wakes up from his stupor and lurches to the comm, “Kirk”
“Captain, a shuttle pod launched ten minutes ago. Our long range sensors and warp drive are disabled.”
Later, Kirk, by himself, catches up with Mrs. Peel and subdues her. But some event gets them trapped together in a cave or shuttle. They do the vertical tango. As the Enterprise is about to arrive to pick up the two, Peel vanishes, leaving a message for Kirk, something to the effect of “it took awhile for my backup escape plan to extricate me; until next time, Captain…”
This cat and mouse game goes on ad nauseum.