tampered | Log; Ongoing

When; Sunday, May 24th, evening
Rating; PG
Characters; Captain James T. Kirk

starfleet_pimp and Lucy Pevensie

lionesscouchant
Summary; Kirk goes for a walk in the woods and meets a mysterious stranger.
Log; After the situation with the circus, Kirk needed some time to himself to clear his head. For someone like Kirk, that meant going out into the woods in the evening where he might encounter monsters. He could never just go for a walk in the forest by himself, that was out of the question. There had to be some sort of risk or thrill or challenge involved in it for him to want to be involved. That's why he liked space so much, because there was so much emptiness out there but there was so much happening in it. Bones had once described space as 'disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence' which sounded just perfect to the young man.

So he wasn't really expecting to meet anyone out here, although he had brought his phaser with him just in case. He brought it pretty much everywhere with him in the City, it was just that kind of place. Another reason why he wasn't going absolutely crazy here. That, and all the interesting women. He was always excited to see what challenge or what girl (or both things in one package) might present themselves next.

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Kirk liked that smile. He liked how her fingers felt on the back of his neck even more and he wondered just how they would feel elsewhere as well. Probably very, very good.

When she turned around, Kirk took a moment to admire her from that angle as well and he liked what he saw. She definitely didn't spend her time as queen just sitting around on her throne.

"Thinking," he said, moving a bit closer to her. "Seeing what I might run in to out here."

Lucy knows, at least, how to smile prettily. "Oh?" She says, and once she makes sure that Destrier is fine, that he is not angry at being stopped in his fierce run and that he does not need anything from her she turns back around to find Kirk a little bit closer than when she left him.

"And now you have run into me, or perhaps it is the other way around, and you find yourself pleased?" she knows he is pleased; his smile is far too broad.

"I was looking for an adventure," she explains.

"I was thinking I would maybe run across some of the monsters that are out here, but I think I'm mostly happier finding you," he said, moving a bit closer forward. He glanced over at the horse as he did so though, more than a little wary of it. Horses could bite really hard.

"And you can definitely have an adventure with me," Kirk told her. "You don't even have to ask."

Lucy tilts her head, just a little. "Diplomacy states, you know," she says, her lips tilting just upward, "That Captains should keep a good few steps away without an invitation."

Lucy is close enough to Destrier to be able to mount and flee quickly, should she choose, and Destrier is close enough to bite Kirk if he should so decide. Caspian's horse has good sense, to add to reason. "Should I invoke diplomacy?"

Kirk just flashed her another smile and took a step closer. He was never one to do the safe thing, or the necessarily smart thing. Kirk was the one who did the crazy or dangerous thing and made it work. Biting horses be damned.

"Doesn't diplomacy state that the queen shouldn't be out riding by herself at night?" Kirk asked, tilting his head in curiosity. "Should I invoke diplomacy and have our quiet little moment interrupted by knights and guards making sure you're safe?"

She leans in, almost enough to kiss him, then her hands go to his chest, enough to give them space to breathe. "Maybe I do have a knight in waiting. Or maybe it is just my destrier and I, tonight." She tilts her head.

"Do you know how to swordfight?"

Kirk was about to lean in the rest of the way to kiss her before she pulled back. Instead, he settled for her hands being on his chest, which wasn't so bad. It would be better if their roles could be reversed though.

"Despite some considerable thrusting and parrying experience, I don't," Kirk said. His hands moved down to lightly rest on her waist. "Do you?"

Lucy's smile lit up, just a bit more. His hands were on her hips, and with that to steady her and Destrier just behind her she turns her upper body, her hands moving to Destrier's saddle, and levers herself up onto the horse. She is stronger than she looks.

"I do," She says. "Maybe I should make this a challenge," she adds. "Learn to swordfight - learn to defeat me, and that might earn you a reward."

"Wait a minute," Kirk said with a laugh, stepping up next to her, looking up at her. He didn't like that she was leaving but he definitely knew what kind of girl she was. She was a tease.

"Do I just issue a challenge to Queen Lucy of Narnia when I'm ready?" he asked.

Lucy was a tease, and she always has been, in a way.

"No," she says. "I'll find you. Perhaps I'll even teach you, a little. I can't expect you to learn from nothing, can I?" She flicks her ankles, just a bit, and Destrier walks around Kirk with a practiced ease. "You had best, actually, not say my name on the Network entirely."

"You're not supposed to be meeting men like me in the woods," Kirk said, crossing his arms with a smug smile on his face as he looked up at her.

"What will you give me to not say your name on the network?" he asked.

Lucy turns Destrier one more time around Kirk. "Stand on your tiptoes," she commands, because it is a command.

Kirk watched her closely as she circled him around once more. When she gave him the order he was more than happy to comply. He figured there was an equal chance what was going to happen was going to be pleasant or unpleasant.

"Yes, your highness," he said, standing on his tiptoes.

She leans down, smiling, managing to stay on because Destrier is well trained and she is well experienced, and she presses a kiss to his cheek - maybe a little closer to his mouth than is precisely proper.

"That's my favor, don't lose it."

Kirk couldn't help but flash a cocky smile up at the queen as he stepped back. From a tease like this girl was, he knew that kiss was as good as he was going to get. Still, it was a good start.

"I promise I'll take good care of it," he told her. "I don't think you'd give me another to replace it if I lost it."

He's smiling a smile that makes Lucy want to give him more than that, but she's much better at restraining herself than people generally believe. "You're right," she says, "A man only gets one, from me."

And then she gives Destrier a little kick, and they take off again into the night.

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