I've unintentionally created a universe
I was going through my bridge2sickbay fills and realized something, I've created a Pike/Gailas drabble universe. It's been purely unintentionally but those these drabbles were done for different themes they form an almost linear arc in developing a relationship between Christoper Pike and Gaila.
That's weird. . .
Pike/Gaila Galaxy Globe
She's the best part of his day. The nurses in his ward hate her and he's the envy of the rest of the patients. She wears a regulation hospital gown and Christopher Pike's not sure why in the 200+ years the damn things have been around someone hasn't figured out a way to keep your ass from hanging out. Not that he minds the view when she wanders around his room talking about a million and half different things from Orion history to Warp Core stabilization. Gaila's beautiful, maddening, and possibly the single greatest thing to happen to Christopher Pike since James T. Kirk dragged him off the Narada.
They'd been in the Enterprise's Sick Bay together. She'd suffered serious plasma burns over a good portion of her body. And he'd suffered, he doesn't like to dwell on all the crap Nero did to him. He gets weekly counselling sessions where he gets to do that.
For some reason they've stuck together. Maybe it's their mutual acquaintance in Kirk who'd visited both of them or maybe it's the fact because of their shared experience they feel protective of one another.
Christopher Pike is not above admitting he's got a 'thing' for Orion women. It's hard to find a man of his generation who doesn't. The holovids and the stories of the harems and slavegirls along with the fact that their beauty isn't exaggerated pretty much gave every man and some women an Orion kink. But Pike's sure he'd be fascinated by her if she were Terrellian or any other race.
"You are distracted." She's sitting close to him on his bed. She'll curl up sometimes with him sharing body heat and letting him have a whiff of her pheromones. Gaila claims it's better for him than painkillers and Chris thinks she's right.
"Just wondering what I'm going to do when they spring you and I'm here alone." He doesn't mean for it to sound self pitying but it is. She's healing much faster than he is and soon they'll discharge her. Gaila can go back into space. Chris' injuries have left him landlocked.
"They have discussed it with me and I have told Starfleet I intend to stay on Terra. I have been offered an instructor's position at the Academy."
The Academy's in need of instructors and staff. Those who can go into space are being used to rebuild the fleet. He's been offered a position when he's able to take it along with the title of Admiral.
"Gaila." He wants to ask why but she crawls up closer to him so they are sharing his pillow.
"You require my presence."
Chris isn't going to argue that but it's not fair to her so he opens his mouth to protest only to be met by her soft lips and a wave a of fresh pheromones.
"It's not exactly fair to drug me with those things to shut me up." Chris finally manages when the break the kiss. Gaila laughs and Chris feels a warm happy sensation throughout his entire body.
He'll argue again and again with her during the coming weeks that this isn't fair to her and sometimes he'll wonder how he's managed to capture a pulsing nebula in a glass jar to take home with him, but every time he brings it up she'll just say the same thing.
"You require my presence."
Christopher Pike hopes that means she requires his too.
Pike, Gaila - The fire falls asunder, all is changed/I am no more a child, and what I see/Is not a fairy tale, but life, my life
The nightmares come for both of them. He dreams of the dank darkness of the Narada and the loss of his own control. She dreams of a childhood spent in preparation for slavery of combing her hair and being valued for her beauty but not for her mind.
When their nightmares come on the same night they wake each other like frighten children and huddle together in the dark. On nights when his nightmares come but hers don't she wakes him with sweet kisses and caresses. When her nightmares come he wakes from peaceful sleep and touches her softly asking her what she needs reminding her that how he comes to her is her choice.
They cannot fix one another but neither seeks to. They just reach out for each other in the darkness assured that someone will always be there.
Pike, Gaila - Curly Hair
Everyone thinks living with a Orion woman almost half his age means Christoper Pike has non stop sex. It's not exactly true. He and Gaila have reached a comfortable stage in the relationship and he's adapted enough to her pheromones that he doesn't have to bend her over his desk every time she comes into his office. Not that Gaila minds if he does want to do that every once in awhile. It would probably surprise and disappoint his fellow Admirals, particularly the ones who let their eyes linger a little too long on Gaila, that every night is not a non stop sex marathon.
Gaila is stunningly brilliant and she's also funny. Christopher can listen to her talk about things for hours. She's also an excellent listener allowing him to bounce ideas off her or just gripe about the Federation's bureaucracy.
Some nights, they just sit on the sofa. Christopher with his legs stretched out on the coffee table and Gaila laying with her head in his lap. It's not sex but companionship. They'll put some old Terran music on or she'll try to get him to listen some Andorian or Tellrian chants she's dug up. Chris will tangle a hand in her long red curls and try to keep his sigh of contentment to low roar.
Pike, Gaila - Sugar cookies
When Christopher Pike gets tired of the inane question about what Gaila smells like when she's off her pheromone inhibitors, he'll always answer fresh baked sugar cookies.
Most of the time he gets a disappointed look and left alone which it really what he wants. People want her to smell of exotic flowers and musk. They want to hear him in detail explain the effect of those pheromones. How his head swims with desire and need. Every great once and awhile someone will understand what Chris is trying to say. That Gaila smells like exotic vanilla and sweetness but the pheromones also make him feel and think of something else. They make him think of home, of a life built with her, and of a safe place where they alone exist.
When Chris encounters someone who understands he'll just smile and nod. Then he'll go home where she waits for him. These days it isn't so much about sex though the first few months of her pregnancy nearly sent him to medical to seek pharmaceutical assistance. She can't be on her suppressants because of the possible effect on the baby's development. Gaila's pretty much housebound due to Federation regulations but she's been working with Scotty through comms on improvements to the warp drive so she's not terribly bored.
Some nights he has to drag her away from a pile of PADDs and simulators reminding her that she has to eat. Some nights she's tired and just wants him to rub her shoulders, her back or her feet. Chris will do it all without complaint. But every night they end up snuggled up on the couch or in her bed with Chris' nose pressed against the skin of her neck and his hands on her belly feeling for the movements of their child.
Inhaling the warm rich fragrant scent of sugar cookies, Chris knows he's home where he belongs.
That's weird. . .
Pike/Gaila Galaxy Globe
She's the best part of his day. The nurses in his ward hate her and he's the envy of the rest of the patients. She wears a regulation hospital gown and Christopher Pike's not sure why in the 200+ years the damn things have been around someone hasn't figured out a way to keep your ass from hanging out. Not that he minds the view when she wanders around his room talking about a million and half different things from Orion history to Warp Core stabilization. Gaila's beautiful, maddening, and possibly the single greatest thing to happen to Christopher Pike since James T. Kirk dragged him off the Narada.
They'd been in the Enterprise's Sick Bay together. She'd suffered serious plasma burns over a good portion of her body. And he'd suffered, he doesn't like to dwell on all the crap Nero did to him. He gets weekly counselling sessions where he gets to do that.
For some reason they've stuck together. Maybe it's their mutual acquaintance in Kirk who'd visited both of them or maybe it's the fact because of their shared experience they feel protective of one another.
Christopher Pike is not above admitting he's got a 'thing' for Orion women. It's hard to find a man of his generation who doesn't. The holovids and the stories of the harems and slavegirls along with the fact that their beauty isn't exaggerated pretty much gave every man and some women an Orion kink. But Pike's sure he'd be fascinated by her if she were Terrellian or any other race.
"You are distracted." She's sitting close to him on his bed. She'll curl up sometimes with him sharing body heat and letting him have a whiff of her pheromones. Gaila claims it's better for him than painkillers and Chris thinks she's right.
"Just wondering what I'm going to do when they spring you and I'm here alone." He doesn't mean for it to sound self pitying but it is. She's healing much faster than he is and soon they'll discharge her. Gaila can go back into space. Chris' injuries have left him landlocked.
"They have discussed it with me and I have told Starfleet I intend to stay on Terra. I have been offered an instructor's position at the Academy."
The Academy's in need of instructors and staff. Those who can go into space are being used to rebuild the fleet. He's been offered a position when he's able to take it along with the title of Admiral.
"Gaila." He wants to ask why but she crawls up closer to him so they are sharing his pillow.
"You require my presence."
Chris isn't going to argue that but it's not fair to her so he opens his mouth to protest only to be met by her soft lips and a wave a of fresh pheromones.
"It's not exactly fair to drug me with those things to shut me up." Chris finally manages when the break the kiss. Gaila laughs and Chris feels a warm happy sensation throughout his entire body.
He'll argue again and again with her during the coming weeks that this isn't fair to her and sometimes he'll wonder how he's managed to capture a pulsing nebula in a glass jar to take home with him, but every time he brings it up she'll just say the same thing.
"You require my presence."
Christopher Pike hopes that means she requires his too.
Pike, Gaila - The fire falls asunder, all is changed/I am no more a child, and what I see/Is not a fairy tale, but life, my life
The nightmares come for both of them. He dreams of the dank darkness of the Narada and the loss of his own control. She dreams of a childhood spent in preparation for slavery of combing her hair and being valued for her beauty but not for her mind.
When their nightmares come on the same night they wake each other like frighten children and huddle together in the dark. On nights when his nightmares come but hers don't she wakes him with sweet kisses and caresses. When her nightmares come he wakes from peaceful sleep and touches her softly asking her what she needs reminding her that how he comes to her is her choice.
They cannot fix one another but neither seeks to. They just reach out for each other in the darkness assured that someone will always be there.
Pike, Gaila - Curly Hair
Everyone thinks living with a Orion woman almost half his age means Christoper Pike has non stop sex. It's not exactly true. He and Gaila have reached a comfortable stage in the relationship and he's adapted enough to her pheromones that he doesn't have to bend her over his desk every time she comes into his office. Not that Gaila minds if he does want to do that every once in awhile. It would probably surprise and disappoint his fellow Admirals, particularly the ones who let their eyes linger a little too long on Gaila, that every night is not a non stop sex marathon.
Gaila is stunningly brilliant and she's also funny. Christopher can listen to her talk about things for hours. She's also an excellent listener allowing him to bounce ideas off her or just gripe about the Federation's bureaucracy.
Some nights, they just sit on the sofa. Christopher with his legs stretched out on the coffee table and Gaila laying with her head in his lap. It's not sex but companionship. They'll put some old Terran music on or she'll try to get him to listen some Andorian or Tellrian chants she's dug up. Chris will tangle a hand in her long red curls and try to keep his sigh of contentment to low roar.
Pike, Gaila - Sugar cookies
When Christopher Pike gets tired of the inane question about what Gaila smells like when she's off her pheromone inhibitors, he'll always answer fresh baked sugar cookies.
Most of the time he gets a disappointed look and left alone which it really what he wants. People want her to smell of exotic flowers and musk. They want to hear him in detail explain the effect of those pheromones. How his head swims with desire and need. Every great once and awhile someone will understand what Chris is trying to say. That Gaila smells like exotic vanilla and sweetness but the pheromones also make him feel and think of something else. They make him think of home, of a life built with her, and of a safe place where they alone exist.
When Chris encounters someone who understands he'll just smile and nod. Then he'll go home where she waits for him. These days it isn't so much about sex though the first few months of her pregnancy nearly sent him to medical to seek pharmaceutical assistance. She can't be on her suppressants because of the possible effect on the baby's development. Gaila's pretty much housebound due to Federation regulations but she's been working with Scotty through comms on improvements to the warp drive so she's not terribly bored.
Some nights he has to drag her away from a pile of PADDs and simulators reminding her that she has to eat. Some nights she's tired and just wants him to rub her shoulders, her back or her feet. Chris will do it all without complaint. But every night they end up snuggled up on the couch or in her bed with Chris' nose pressed against the skin of her neck and his hands on her belly feeling for the movements of their child.
Inhaling the warm rich fragrant scent of sugar cookies, Chris knows he's home where he belongs.