Understood part 2, Adult, Chekov/Uhura
They stood back on board the ship, staring at each other on that transporter platform. The room was empty except for Scotty, sitting at the controls looking bored. When he noticed they hadn’t moved yet, he made a noise of annoyance and shouted.
“It’s a transport pad, not a bus stop! Move along lad!”
Pavel blinked and turned to look at his friend, shock turning to an explosive annoyance at being interrupted. And he started to curse vehemently in Russian. Scotty stood up quickly and rushed to them, holding out his hands, and looking for the problem, thinking he was injured in some way. He didn’t see anything wrong with the boy, and then he looked at his face, and saw he was furious and directing the steady flow of words right at him. Confusion gripped him, and then he looked to Uhura, who was looking almost as flustered, and was holding onto Chekov’s shoulder, clearly trying to restrain him.
“Lieutenant, what the bloody hell is going on here?! Is he ok?”
She didn’t miss a beat with her answer. “He’s fine, he’s just drunk!” she made a frustrated sigh, and rolled her eyes, still holding onto his shoulder, and never missing a beat of what he was saying either. She never imagined Pavel to have such a colorful vocabulary, even in Russian.
“Jesus, on what?!” Scotty’s concerned look relaxed a bit, and he almost laughed, he’d been there.
“I lost count. Look, he’ll be fine; can you just give us a few minutes? I’ll run the transport if anything comes up, I doubt anyone else is behind us though, it’s just getting lively down there now. I’m just going to calm him down.” She said, still halfway restraining the cursing Russian.
“Alright lass, but you’d better watch him around my control panel, I don’t want to have to put it back together….again. I need a sandwich anyway.” He waved over his shoulder and the doors slid closed silently behind him.
As soon as the doors closed Chekov started pacing, still speaking continually in Russian. Of course, by now he knew Uhura understood every word. And at the moment he really didn’t care. He was actually trying to figure out just exactly how he could rig the transporter to override the safety controls and beam himself into space, anything but this. Equations and transporter mechanics whirled in his head, along with a steady stream of embarrassing thoughts.
Uhura watched the young Ensign as he paced, her mind racing, translating his local dialect of Russian, wondering when he would calm down, and guilt for this being her fault. Of course, Pavel had no idea why this was her fault, he just knew her strange behavior throughout the day. She didn’t know how to make it right with him, but she thought she knew a way to get him to stop pacing and pay attention.
Quickly and soundlessly she walked up behind him as he made another pass by the transport platform. When he turned around to continue his circuit she was there, and he almost walked into her, but instead their bodies collided and Uhura’s hands wound their way into his hair. She looked at him for a split second before their lips met and she felt him tense, but just as instantly he relaxed and his lips kissed her back with more than a little force. His hands made their way instinctively to her waist, and he pulled her closer, making a low sound in his throat when he felt her body mold even closer to his. And then his brain caught up. He pulled back, and disentangled himself from her.
“No, not like this. I can not do it now that you know.” He shook his head, and his eyes were sad when he looked at her.
“Do what? Now that I know what?” The usually eloquent woman could only reply in broken sentences.
“You heard what I said to you. I can not help you in making Commander Spock jealous now that you know how I feel about you.”
Uhura instantly bristled. “You think that’s what this is?! Some silly attempt to make him jealous?” “I could not see any other alternative. The two of you had a fight before you came to my room, correct?”
“ You don’t really have a fight with him, more like a logical discussion. And our logical discussion had nothing in it about trying to make him jealous. We decided to see other people a month ago, and before you make any other unfounded conclusions about my character it was my idea. So it wouldn’t make very much sense to make him jealous now, would it?” The angry red patches were back on her face now.
“ Why were you so upset today?” His brows were pulled down, trying to understand what she meant. Trying not to jump to conclusions, again.
“Because life isn’t cut and dry. Just because I don’t want to be with him anymore doesn’t make it easy when I try to…” She hesitated.
“To what?”
“To be with someone else.” She looked at him through her lashes, almost embarrassed.
Silence. That was all he could manage. He looked at her face, and he blushed and he saw he wasn’t the only one.
His reaction was almost immediate; he looked at her for a split second and closed the distance between them. This time he was kissing her. Their bodies formed to one another just as easily as before and when he heard her moan he broke from her and said her name over and over interspersed with Russian. In a far off part of his brain he noted how her name flowed easily with his language, and being someone with an accent it was something he usually paid attention to, always working toward improving his cadence.
Similarly she was noting the way he spoke her name, and the things he was saying, she found herself wondering why it had taken her so long to realize how beautiful the language was. In her profession she should have noted it, but some things in life just take a certain catalyst.
Her hands had buried themselves deep in his curls again, and she noted how soft they were and the noises he was making when she pulled just a little bit hard on them. He was also noting that when his finger traced a pattern behind her ear she pulled him closer and shivered. She was almost surprised that she fit next to him so perfectly, he was shorter than Spock and more broad, but it was nice and she felt like she was protected there. It was also amazing to know what kind of effect the things she was doing had on him. His inexperience didn’t show in the things he did, but in the way he expressed himself, and she loved it. Very verbally. Knowing exactly how much he enjoyed her touches was something that she had been lacking. Spock was never one to act like he didn’t enjoy her ministrations, but he never let on just how much either, always reserved, but that is of course his nature.
And Pavel turns out to be anything but, as she finds out when suddenly he quite literally sweeps her off her feet and pins her against the transporter console. She’s sitting on the edge of the control panel, and her legs are spread wide to accommodate him, her skirt pushing up around her thighs, his hands pushing it farther upward and his mouth is on her neck, biting, licking, kissing. When her hand makes its way under his shirt he moans in her ear that she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, his Russian almost as stilted as his English as he quickly removes the offending garment and throws it to the floor. Her hands explore his chest and she is surprised at just what can hide under a Starfleet uniform. Her skirt becomes a belt pushed all the way to her waist and the console is cold against her ass, but she doesn’t notice because he’s doing something with his tongue behind her ear that has her moaning his name and throwing her head back.
He laughs deep then and moves his hand from her thigh to the other ear, mimicking the movements his tongue is making while his other hand is at the small of her back cradling her to his body.
“I should have figured it would be your ears.” He whispered to her, sending a shiver down her spine. “I’ve wanted to make you lose control for so long.” Her hand found his nipple then and he bucked his hips forward of their own accord. This time she laughed, and ran her nail over his other nipple with much the same reaction.
“I never figured it would be that.” She giggled shamelessly as he caught his breath. Her laugh was cut short when his teeth met her earlobe and he bit down, she gasped and squirmed against him. The joking was put aside then as she pushed him away from her just long enough to pull her shirt over her head and her bra followed it shortly to the floor. His mouth refocused attention to her breasts, his hand still stroking her ear while he licked a burning path in the hollow between them. She dragged her nails down his chest and lightly teased his hip bones before working on the clasp of his pants, quickly unbuttoning them and pushing them down off his hips. He pushed them off, and kicked them aside to join the growing pile of clothing, and her hands immediately found his boxers and he helped her push them off too.
When she grabbed his cock he swore so violently she thought something had gone wrong for a split second, then she saw the way he’d thrown his head back and she smiled, her tongue tracing the smooth column of his neck and she marveled again at those uniforms. She took a deliberately slow pace with her hand, stroking him almost gently, and she could tell he wanted more pressure, he pushed against her, trying to quicken her pace, but she had control and for now she was keeping it. She was more experienced than he was, and she knew how to stretch this out in the right way. He eventually settled into her rhythm and she was intensely enjoying the noises he was making as she slid her hand over his cock. He moved to bite her ear again and her rhythm became slightly erratic when she couldn’t think clearly like that.
He couldn’t stand it much longer, and she could tell by the sound of his breathing that he was getting close; she stopped her movements and in despite of his protests let him go. He growled at her then and pulled her ass almost off the control panel to the very edge, his fingers pulling at the sides of her panties. He’d surprised her with his quick movements and she gasped and gripped his back hard to keep from falling, her nails digging into his flesh slightly. Her panties hit the ground and they looked at each other then, their eyes locking, asking questions they couldn’t voice out loud at the moment. Uhura smiled at him, the same smile she had given him while looking at the stars that reminded them of home, and he kissed her furiously. She moaned into his mouth as he entered her, and her fingers wound in those curls again, pulling just slightly, making him shiver against her. He didn’t move, letting her adjust to him inside her, kissing her face, her neck and ears, soft sweet kisses that left her breathless. To her surprise, she was the one to give in first, pushing against him with her hips, clenching her muscles around him, urging him to move. She didn’t have to offer much persuasion though, and he was thrusting into her before she could say his name.
It was his turn now to control the pacing and he took full advantage of it, moving slow and steady, even though he wanted to do the opposite. Maybe she underestimated his experience after all. She put a hand down behind her to steady herself, careful not to touch any of the transport controls and wrapped her legs around him locking her ankles behind and pulling him deeper. It had the desired result as she felt his cock hit a spot that had her seeing stars. She turned the tables and now she was the one speaking to him in Russian, and when he heard her utter the first word he groaned and latched his mouth onto her neck, leaving bruises along her collarbone. She held him there, hand fisting in his hair as she met him thrust for thrust. He grabbed her thigh and made her unlock her ankles so he could maneuver her leg up and between them, holding her leg against his chest. His mouth found her leg then, and he kissed and licked her calf, his hand running the length of her inner thigh pulling moans from her throat. The new angle this gave her felt amazing and she felt herself growing closer to breaking at the seams.
Neither one of them heard the door glide open almost silently. Uhura’s perfect hearing was currently preoccupied. Their visitor didn’t even register what he had just walked in on until he was four steps into the room. Then he paused, blinked, blinked again, and dropped his sandwich on the floor.
“For the love of sandwiches!”
The two of them didn’t miss a beat, but they both had the same answer.
“Go!” they yelled in unison, and Chekov pointed at the transport pad, pressing buttons on the console behind Uhura and keeping his pace at the same time. Uhura didn’t realize what he was doing behind her until she heard the sound of the transport beam and Scotty‘s words about a gallon of whiskey fading into nothingness.
And then she laughed. She laughed and felt him laughing with her, his chest moving with it under her hands. See looked him in the eyes and smiled that smile again and he bent to kiss her. Urged on by their kiss he pushed into her harder and he felt her ass sliding on the control panel with each thrust. She leaned her head back, and her long hair swept down and brushed against her ass as he pounded into her and he made use of this and ran his tongue up the line of her neck ending with small nips at her jaw bone, biting then soothing the mark with his tongue.
She was starting to come apart, and she could tell he wasn’t far away either, his thrusting becoming more urgent and powerful. His cock stroked her spot over and over and when he angled his hips to the left a little she couldn’t help but arch her back and dig her nails into his ass. The pressure was amazing, and she held her breath as she came down around him, the only sound she could make a small whine. Her body clenched and loosened and he was still fucking her hard, hitting that spot and making her body jump with sensitivity. Her breath left her in a gust only to be brought back with force as he slammed into her again and again. She felt herself building that pressure again and it was almost too much for her to stand. She recovered enough to lean in and bring his face to hers, kissing him, then she put her mouth to his ear and whispered in Russian that he should come for her. That was all it took, he pounded into her three more times before his thrust became erratic and one last push and his hips were glued to hers as he came and she held onto him and clenched herself around him, pulling his orgasm from him. They fell together in a sweaty pile backwards onto the controls, and they couldn’t find it in them to care that the transporter was beeping angrily at them.
When their breathing slowed and they could move again, they switched onto the floor and Pavel pushed Nyota’s hair off her face, kissing her sweetly. They leaned against the console and he put his arm around her shoulders and she leaned her head on his chest, listening as his heartbeat slowed back to normal as hers was doing the same. He kissed the top of her head and leaned his cheek against her hair, letting out a deep sigh.
“What’s wrong?” she asked grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers together, looking at how her slim hand fit into his bigger one, it looked awkward but it felt perfect.
“I’m thinking how I can look at Lieutenant Commander Scott after this.” She looked up and him, and cracked a huge smile. And they both lost it, laughing until they cried.
Hours later when Scotty did beam back aboard the Enterprise he found Ensign Chekov sitting at the controls, Lieutenant Uhura nowhere to be seen. He walked up to him, not really knowing what to say, until he saw the grin that broke over the young boys face.
“Why’d it have to be my control panel?” he shook his head and laughed in spite of himself. He almost jumped out of his skin when someone poked him in the middle of his back. He spun around quickly and came face to face with Lieutenant Uhura. She had an evil smile on her face, and she held out something in front of her. It was a sandwich. Mouth hanging open, Scotty grabbed the plate, and stared after the two of them as they exited the transporter room.
They didn’t make it far before bursting into laughter.
“The look on his face was the best part.” Nyota giggled and wiped her eyes. She smiled up at Pavel, and grabbed his hand, linking them together as they walked toward the bridge. He ducked his head down, and despite everything blushed scarlet.
“What are we going to do now?” There was a certain level of uncertainty in his voice.
“We’ll see.” She responded in Russian and leaned up to kiss him.
“I would love you forever.” He said to her again, only this time he said it in English.
“It’s a transport pad, not a bus stop! Move along lad!”
Pavel blinked and turned to look at his friend, shock turning to an explosive annoyance at being interrupted. And he started to curse vehemently in Russian. Scotty stood up quickly and rushed to them, holding out his hands, and looking for the problem, thinking he was injured in some way. He didn’t see anything wrong with the boy, and then he looked at his face, and saw he was furious and directing the steady flow of words right at him. Confusion gripped him, and then he looked to Uhura, who was looking almost as flustered, and was holding onto Chekov’s shoulder, clearly trying to restrain him.
“Lieutenant, what the bloody hell is going on here?! Is he ok?”
She didn’t miss a beat with her answer. “He’s fine, he’s just drunk!” she made a frustrated sigh, and rolled her eyes, still holding onto his shoulder, and never missing a beat of what he was saying either. She never imagined Pavel to have such a colorful vocabulary, even in Russian.
“Jesus, on what?!” Scotty’s concerned look relaxed a bit, and he almost laughed, he’d been there.
“I lost count. Look, he’ll be fine; can you just give us a few minutes? I’ll run the transport if anything comes up, I doubt anyone else is behind us though, it’s just getting lively down there now. I’m just going to calm him down.” She said, still halfway restraining the cursing Russian.
“Alright lass, but you’d better watch him around my control panel, I don’t want to have to put it back together….again. I need a sandwich anyway.” He waved over his shoulder and the doors slid closed silently behind him.
As soon as the doors closed Chekov started pacing, still speaking continually in Russian. Of course, by now he knew Uhura understood every word. And at the moment he really didn’t care. He was actually trying to figure out just exactly how he could rig the transporter to override the safety controls and beam himself into space, anything but this. Equations and transporter mechanics whirled in his head, along with a steady stream of embarrassing thoughts.
Uhura watched the young Ensign as he paced, her mind racing, translating his local dialect of Russian, wondering when he would calm down, and guilt for this being her fault. Of course, Pavel had no idea why this was her fault, he just knew her strange behavior throughout the day. She didn’t know how to make it right with him, but she thought she knew a way to get him to stop pacing and pay attention.
Quickly and soundlessly she walked up behind him as he made another pass by the transport platform. When he turned around to continue his circuit she was there, and he almost walked into her, but instead their bodies collided and Uhura’s hands wound their way into his hair. She looked at him for a split second before their lips met and she felt him tense, but just as instantly he relaxed and his lips kissed her back with more than a little force. His hands made their way instinctively to her waist, and he pulled her closer, making a low sound in his throat when he felt her body mold even closer to his. And then his brain caught up. He pulled back, and disentangled himself from her.
“No, not like this. I can not do it now that you know.” He shook his head, and his eyes were sad when he looked at her.
“Do what? Now that I know what?” The usually eloquent woman could only reply in broken sentences.
“You heard what I said to you. I can not help you in making Commander Spock jealous now that you know how I feel about you.”
Uhura instantly bristled. “You think that’s what this is?! Some silly attempt to make him jealous?” “I could not see any other alternative. The two of you had a fight before you came to my room, correct?”
“ You don’t really have a fight with him, more like a logical discussion. And our logical discussion had nothing in it about trying to make him jealous. We decided to see other people a month ago, and before you make any other unfounded conclusions about my character it was my idea. So it wouldn’t make very much sense to make him jealous now, would it?” The angry red patches were back on her face now.
“ Why were you so upset today?” His brows were pulled down, trying to understand what she meant. Trying not to jump to conclusions, again.
“Because life isn’t cut and dry. Just because I don’t want to be with him anymore doesn’t make it easy when I try to…” She hesitated.
“To what?”
“To be with someone else.” She looked at him through her lashes, almost embarrassed.
Silence. That was all he could manage. He looked at her face, and he blushed and he saw he wasn’t the only one.
His reaction was almost immediate; he looked at her for a split second and closed the distance between them. This time he was kissing her. Their bodies formed to one another just as easily as before and when he heard her moan he broke from her and said her name over and over interspersed with Russian. In a far off part of his brain he noted how her name flowed easily with his language, and being someone with an accent it was something he usually paid attention to, always working toward improving his cadence.
Similarly she was noting the way he spoke her name, and the things he was saying, she found herself wondering why it had taken her so long to realize how beautiful the language was. In her profession she should have noted it, but some things in life just take a certain catalyst.
Her hands had buried themselves deep in his curls again, and she noted how soft they were and the noises he was making when she pulled just a little bit hard on them. He was also noting that when his finger traced a pattern behind her ear she pulled him closer and shivered. She was almost surprised that she fit next to him so perfectly, he was shorter than Spock and more broad, but it was nice and she felt like she was protected there. It was also amazing to know what kind of effect the things she was doing had on him. His inexperience didn’t show in the things he did, but in the way he expressed himself, and she loved it. Very verbally. Knowing exactly how much he enjoyed her touches was something that she had been lacking. Spock was never one to act like he didn’t enjoy her ministrations, but he never let on just how much either, always reserved, but that is of course his nature.
And Pavel turns out to be anything but, as she finds out when suddenly he quite literally sweeps her off her feet and pins her against the transporter console. She’s sitting on the edge of the control panel, and her legs are spread wide to accommodate him, her skirt pushing up around her thighs, his hands pushing it farther upward and his mouth is on her neck, biting, licking, kissing. When her hand makes its way under his shirt he moans in her ear that she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, his Russian almost as stilted as his English as he quickly removes the offending garment and throws it to the floor. Her hands explore his chest and she is surprised at just what can hide under a Starfleet uniform. Her skirt becomes a belt pushed all the way to her waist and the console is cold against her ass, but she doesn’t notice because he’s doing something with his tongue behind her ear that has her moaning his name and throwing her head back.
He laughs deep then and moves his hand from her thigh to the other ear, mimicking the movements his tongue is making while his other hand is at the small of her back cradling her to his body.
“I should have figured it would be your ears.” He whispered to her, sending a shiver down her spine. “I’ve wanted to make you lose control for so long.” Her hand found his nipple then and he bucked his hips forward of their own accord. This time she laughed, and ran her nail over his other nipple with much the same reaction.
“I never figured it would be that.” She giggled shamelessly as he caught his breath. Her laugh was cut short when his teeth met her earlobe and he bit down, she gasped and squirmed against him. The joking was put aside then as she pushed him away from her just long enough to pull her shirt over her head and her bra followed it shortly to the floor. His mouth refocused attention to her breasts, his hand still stroking her ear while he licked a burning path in the hollow between them. She dragged her nails down his chest and lightly teased his hip bones before working on the clasp of his pants, quickly unbuttoning them and pushing them down off his hips. He pushed them off, and kicked them aside to join the growing pile of clothing, and her hands immediately found his boxers and he helped her push them off too.
When she grabbed his cock he swore so violently she thought something had gone wrong for a split second, then she saw the way he’d thrown his head back and she smiled, her tongue tracing the smooth column of his neck and she marveled again at those uniforms. She took a deliberately slow pace with her hand, stroking him almost gently, and she could tell he wanted more pressure, he pushed against her, trying to quicken her pace, but she had control and for now she was keeping it. She was more experienced than he was, and she knew how to stretch this out in the right way. He eventually settled into her rhythm and she was intensely enjoying the noises he was making as she slid her hand over his cock. He moved to bite her ear again and her rhythm became slightly erratic when she couldn’t think clearly like that.
He couldn’t stand it much longer, and she could tell by the sound of his breathing that he was getting close; she stopped her movements and in despite of his protests let him go. He growled at her then and pulled her ass almost off the control panel to the very edge, his fingers pulling at the sides of her panties. He’d surprised her with his quick movements and she gasped and gripped his back hard to keep from falling, her nails digging into his flesh slightly. Her panties hit the ground and they looked at each other then, their eyes locking, asking questions they couldn’t voice out loud at the moment. Uhura smiled at him, the same smile she had given him while looking at the stars that reminded them of home, and he kissed her furiously. She moaned into his mouth as he entered her, and her fingers wound in those curls again, pulling just slightly, making him shiver against her. He didn’t move, letting her adjust to him inside her, kissing her face, her neck and ears, soft sweet kisses that left her breathless. To her surprise, she was the one to give in first, pushing against him with her hips, clenching her muscles around him, urging him to move. She didn’t have to offer much persuasion though, and he was thrusting into her before she could say his name.
It was his turn now to control the pacing and he took full advantage of it, moving slow and steady, even though he wanted to do the opposite. Maybe she underestimated his experience after all. She put a hand down behind her to steady herself, careful not to touch any of the transport controls and wrapped her legs around him locking her ankles behind and pulling him deeper. It had the desired result as she felt his cock hit a spot that had her seeing stars. She turned the tables and now she was the one speaking to him in Russian, and when he heard her utter the first word he groaned and latched his mouth onto her neck, leaving bruises along her collarbone. She held him there, hand fisting in his hair as she met him thrust for thrust. He grabbed her thigh and made her unlock her ankles so he could maneuver her leg up and between them, holding her leg against his chest. His mouth found her leg then, and he kissed and licked her calf, his hand running the length of her inner thigh pulling moans from her throat. The new angle this gave her felt amazing and she felt herself growing closer to breaking at the seams.
Neither one of them heard the door glide open almost silently. Uhura’s perfect hearing was currently preoccupied. Their visitor didn’t even register what he had just walked in on until he was four steps into the room. Then he paused, blinked, blinked again, and dropped his sandwich on the floor.
“For the love of sandwiches!”
The two of them didn’t miss a beat, but they both had the same answer.
“Go!” they yelled in unison, and Chekov pointed at the transport pad, pressing buttons on the console behind Uhura and keeping his pace at the same time. Uhura didn’t realize what he was doing behind her until she heard the sound of the transport beam and Scotty‘s words about a gallon of whiskey fading into nothingness.
And then she laughed. She laughed and felt him laughing with her, his chest moving with it under her hands. See looked him in the eyes and smiled that smile again and he bent to kiss her. Urged on by their kiss he pushed into her harder and he felt her ass sliding on the control panel with each thrust. She leaned her head back, and her long hair swept down and brushed against her ass as he pounded into her and he made use of this and ran his tongue up the line of her neck ending with small nips at her jaw bone, biting then soothing the mark with his tongue.
She was starting to come apart, and she could tell he wasn’t far away either, his thrusting becoming more urgent and powerful. His cock stroked her spot over and over and when he angled his hips to the left a little she couldn’t help but arch her back and dig her nails into his ass. The pressure was amazing, and she held her breath as she came down around him, the only sound she could make a small whine. Her body clenched and loosened and he was still fucking her hard, hitting that spot and making her body jump with sensitivity. Her breath left her in a gust only to be brought back with force as he slammed into her again and again. She felt herself building that pressure again and it was almost too much for her to stand. She recovered enough to lean in and bring his face to hers, kissing him, then she put her mouth to his ear and whispered in Russian that he should come for her. That was all it took, he pounded into her three more times before his thrust became erratic and one last push and his hips were glued to hers as he came and she held onto him and clenched herself around him, pulling his orgasm from him. They fell together in a sweaty pile backwards onto the controls, and they couldn’t find it in them to care that the transporter was beeping angrily at them.
When their breathing slowed and they could move again, they switched onto the floor and Pavel pushed Nyota’s hair off her face, kissing her sweetly. They leaned against the console and he put his arm around her shoulders and she leaned her head on his chest, listening as his heartbeat slowed back to normal as hers was doing the same. He kissed the top of her head and leaned his cheek against her hair, letting out a deep sigh.
“What’s wrong?” she asked grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers together, looking at how her slim hand fit into his bigger one, it looked awkward but it felt perfect.
“I’m thinking how I can look at Lieutenant Commander Scott after this.” She looked up and him, and cracked a huge smile. And they both lost it, laughing until they cried.
Hours later when Scotty did beam back aboard the Enterprise he found Ensign Chekov sitting at the controls, Lieutenant Uhura nowhere to be seen. He walked up to him, not really knowing what to say, until he saw the grin that broke over the young boys face.
“Why’d it have to be my control panel?” he shook his head and laughed in spite of himself. He almost jumped out of his skin when someone poked him in the middle of his back. He spun around quickly and came face to face with Lieutenant Uhura. She had an evil smile on her face, and she held out something in front of her. It was a sandwich. Mouth hanging open, Scotty grabbed the plate, and stared after the two of them as they exited the transporter room.
They didn’t make it far before bursting into laughter.
“The look on his face was the best part.” Nyota giggled and wiped her eyes. She smiled up at Pavel, and grabbed his hand, linking them together as they walked toward the bridge. He ducked his head down, and despite everything blushed scarlet.
“What are we going to do now?” There was a certain level of uncertainty in his voice.
“We’ll see.” She responded in Russian and leaned up to kiss him.
“I would love you forever.” He said to her again, only this time he said it in English.