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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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Lucy is racing.

She isn't racing anyone of import - maybe herself, maybe something faster than that. She is good with most horses, and knows how to keep her seat, even in a body that's a little taller than she generally expects. It is, after all, always a gift when she is taller, when she is older, when she fills her dress completely. It's a rare thing, maybe, but one that she relishes, and tonight she is not asking the question of why.

She had left a note for her family and taken her dagger and her cordial, along with the crossbow that she had gotten for her birthday. Older, even, she knows that she should take care and take a weapon. Meeting someone on the way to wherever the horse decides they will go tonight may be good, but it may equally be bad.

And surely, there is a person, right when she turns, and her horse shies, his hooves flying in the air. It is only considerable experience that keeps Lucy seated, and when things have calmed down she harrumphs loudly. "Don't you know it is a poor idea to walk about at night?" she says, her face stubborn.

The horse didn't exactly come out of nowhere, but wherever it was coming from it came from there awful fast. Kirk had dove out of the way and drawn his weapon just in time to avoid getting run over. That or he and the horse had both reacted just in time to avoid a collision, something Kirk was fairly sure that he would have come away from worse off than the horse.

He was rather peeved at the rider until he saw who it was. Now how could he be angry at a face like that.

"Almost as poor an idea as it is to go riding about at night," he said, smiling up at her as he holstered the phaser and reached out a hand to pet the horse.

She turns the horse, once, twice, and Destrier who is far more of a warhorse than anything else snorts. She watches him get his nose pet and smiles a little, tossing her hair back. "I assure you, I am a rider who is completely and utterly confident in her own skills. Riding at night holds no danger if your horse is as fine as this one."

Okay so technically it is Caspian's horse, but the compliment remains. Destrier is a fine horse and not a word that came out of her mouth was a lie. She looks down at the man in front of her. He is someone she has never seen before, which is not odd in the City but is certainly not usual, either. He looks like an Archenlander, with his hair bright even in the dark night.

"Do you have a name," she says, almost imperious, but there is a hint of laughter to her voice as well.

"Well I promise you I'm a walker who is completely and utterly confident in his own walking abilities," he said back to her. "It only holds dangers at night when wild women come riding out of nowhere."

Kirk pet the horse a few more times before scratching it behind the ears. He'd spent part of a summer on a farm once, one of his mother's attempts to insert some discipline in his life. Kirk lasted a few weeks before he took a joyride on a combine.

"I have three names, actually," he told her. "Captain James Tiberius Kirk of the USS Enterprise." Unconsciously, he stood a bit straighter and prouder when he spoke, not as much because of his name like he used to but because of the title and ship that were attached to it.

"Well clearly you have mistaken me for someone else, sir," she replies, enjoying the banter. "For a wild woman. I'm sure that many would say I am perfectly meek and mild." That was a lie, because in Lucy's memory no one in all of Narnia or the City would describe her quite that way. "But certainly not wild. What if the truth is that I lost control of my horse? Or if I have been chased here by a wicked conflagration of villains?"

Destrier accepts the affection with only a stoic flick of his ear, and when the Captain proclaims his name and rank, Lucy accesses the situation once over. "Well, Captain James Tiberius Kirk," she says, "I am Queen Lucy of Narnia." She gives him a respectful nod. "Is there a reason you are in these woods? Are you hunting wild women? Is that why you are smiling like you have found a jewel in heaven's treasure case that belongs to you?"

"Queen Lucy," he said, giving her a formal bow. All cadets were required to take classes on diplomatic relations and Kirk wasn't a complete hick. With the way she was talking though, he suspected she wouldn't mind if he didn't get down on one knee and offer to kiss her hand. Not that there were parts of her Kirk wouldn't mind kissing.

"And if you're considered meek and mild then Narnia must be full of some very wild women," he said, the smile never leaving his face. "And I wasn't specifically hunting wild women but when a beautiful one nearly runs me over I'm certainly going to take notice. Although I'm worried, you're a lot better at complimenting yourself than I think I would be. How can I flatter you if that's the case?"

"Oh, there are some, but they certainly do not ride better than I do." She twirls Destrier again, and the warhorse snorts a bit. She shifts her legs just a touch, so if she wishes to get off the sidesaddle (a feat in and of itself) she can without much effort.

She likes his smile, though. Lucy likes it when handsome men pay her a little attention; they often ignored her in favor of Susan, which Peter approved of in Narnia.

"Your smile is flattery enough, I think," she says sharply, snappishly, but a laugh bubbles up after the words leave her lips. "And don't you know that flattery is the lying of the heart to the head? A real lady does not listen to flattery, not even that of herself to herself."

Oh, Lucy is in a mood tonight.

The girl is definitely a flirt, although Kirk doesn't quite know what kind yet. She might be a tease with no intention to follow up with anything or if she just likes to make a sport of things before she moves on to anything more. Kirk could play either game.

"Then it's a good thing when I mentioned how beautiful you were that it wasn't flattery and was just telling the truth," he said. "And you can see me smile whenever you want."

The truth is that Lucy is partly all those things. But she's enjoying this game, and so she stills Destrier and tilts her head up, imperious. "Very well," she says, "Catch me."

Before she gives him time to argue, or gather himself, she slips off Destrier. She is able enough that even if he were unable to move quickly enough, if he were too slow, she could catch herself. But this particular move was something that would test his speed, and his want to get his hands on her.

The other test was where those hands would land.

Kirk definitely wanted to get his hands on Lucy, in any way he could. So when she slipped off the saddle Kirk took a quick step forward and caught her as she slid off of the horse.

His hands stayed in appropriate places, although they were dangerously close to inappropriate places. Alright, so maybe one hand was a bit higher up towards her backside than necessary, but they could have gone straight to the sweet spot if he wanted them to.

"Now I'm confused," he said, "Do I have you now or did you manage to catch me?"

She smiles, slyly and sweetly all at once, her hands winding around his neck for a moment, her fingers caught in his hair. Destrier snorts again, and she slips her hands off. "Well, I don't know," she says, a little broadly. "We'll have to see, won't we?"

She's just a little shorter than him, and she goes to make sure that Destrier is all right, and turning her back to Kirk for a moment in a display of trust common to the youngest Narnian Queen. "So tell me, Captain," she asks. "What are you doing walking securely and confidently in the night?"

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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