tampered | Closed | Can you feel the love tonight

Closed | Can you feel the love tonight

When; February 14th
Rating; PG-13 to R IDK
Characters; Chekov

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Summary; Lucy has special valentines day plans for Chekov
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Lucy isn't a big planner, at least not when it comes to sex. She's always sort of thought it was something that got done in the moment. Which is usually fine, but the moment hasn't exactly worked for her and Chekov. It seems like there's always something happening or something going on that ruined the moment. Because of that, Lucy has decided to seize the moment and make it happen. What better night for that than Valentine's Day?

Since she is planning this, she's decided that she might as well just go overboard. She's got champagne in a bucket, soft music (yes it is Disney love songs) playing. The animals are all put up and she's wearing a silk robe with lacy lingerie underneath. She doesn't see the point in pretending this isn't what it is. The apartment is also a veritable fire hazard due to all the candles she's scattered around.

She's made dinner, sort of, deciding that fruit, cheese, bread and chocolate will suffice for tonight's dinner, but even it is being served rather casually on the couch and coffee table. There's a fire in the fireplace despite the fact that it's really not cold enough for it. (She turned on the AC for this) and if they make it to the bedroom, there are rose petals all over the bed.

Definitely overboard.

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It's Valentine's Day. Lucy has invited him over to her apartment. These two facts motivate him to make some attempt at taming his hair, put on an outfit that Uhura deems suitable for going out in public, and purchase flowers on his way to see her. Roses are traditional--or so the florist tells him--but the bright, rainbow-hued daisies look more like Lucy. He buys several bouquets of daisies because he can't decide which is the most aesthetically pleasing.

Today has been a long day. Howl left the City, and it's almost as terrible as when McCoy vanished. But that isn't something to think about right now.

Pavel knocks on Lucy's door, foregoing the use of his key. If she has something planned, it only seems right to stand on some semblance of formality.

She opens the door with a big smile, swinging it open then stepping back to let him come inside. Her smile only gets bigger when she sees all the daisies. They're absolutely Lucy looking flowers, much more so than roses.

She doesn't know about Howl leaving the City, but she's glad to provide some sort of distraction and maybe the day will end better than it began. She also notices that he made an extra effort in getting ready.

"You look good. Very handsome," she tells him with a wink. "Come on in."

That silk robe doesn't do much to disguise the fact that Lucy isn't wearing very much. She's up to something, and that something can't be a bad thing. (Chekov won't get his hopes up, though. Not yet.)

"And you look beautiful as always," he replies brightly, entering and closing the door behind him. Lucy might look gorgeous, but she can't be warm dressed like that. Perhaps that's why there are so many candles? "Did your heating go out?"

In her opinion, it's a very good thing. She's bound and determined to make sure that nothing gets in the way of her plans for this evening.

"Thank you." She laughs a little at his question. "Candles and a fire are romantic and no, the heating isn't out. I'm setting a mood." She winks at him and goes up on her toes to press a kiss against his cheek.

"There's no need to thank me for telling the truth."

Chekov takes another look at the candles and the fireplace, mentally tallies up the ways in which having that many open flames is a very bad idea, and decides that it's not worth worrying about. It's far more important to put a hand on either side of Lucy's waist and turn that peck into a proper kiss.

Do not ruin the mood with practicality and mentions of fire hazards, Chekov. Really, it's for the best. Besides, there's a fire extinguisher so they could take care of it before things got out of hand. Lucy pushes up into the kiss, her arm twining around his neck to steady herself. Chekov isn't particularly tall, but Lucy is very short and she's used to having four more inches added to her height via heels. She's barefoot tonight.

"Happy Valentines to you too," she whispers when the kiss breaks, but doesn't pull away from him immediately. "Are you hungry or do you want to sit?"

Any and all potential fire hazards are forgotten, really, even if Chekov has to stoop slightly to make up for the exaggerated height difference.

He answers by dropping to the couch and pulling Lucy down with him. "First, I would like to give something to you."

Lucy falls into his lap with a giggle, her arms going around his neck. "Ooooh I like presents. A lot. I'll give you yours after, 'kay?"

He holds her just like that, shifting just enough to dig something out of his jacket pocket and holds it in his closed fist. "Then I hope you will like this. I didn't wrap it."

Guess you'll have to pry his fingers open instead.

Her grin is one of giddiness when he holds his closed fist in front of her. "I think I like this wrapping anyway."

She begins to pry his fingers open one by one.

Chekov's too eager to give Lucy her present to offer much in the way of resistance. It's a necklace--a heart-shaped pendant on a delicate silver chain. The pendant is small and rough, made of metal scraps welded together and filed down to a smooth finish. A cut and polished crystal that resembles orange-hued rose quartz is set into it, slightly off-center.

"That is a dilithium crystal," he says by way of clarification. "Only a small one, but none of the devices I have here from home use anything larger. It's one of the most valuable elements in the universe."

His universe, anyway. The space-future doesn't have much use for diamonds or other precious stones.

When she gets the necklace out of Chekov's hand, she holds it up to the light, looking at the pendant. One hand goes over her mouth in an expression of awe while her eyes fill up with tears of the happy kind.

"Pavel, it's gorgeous. I--and you made it? That's...amazing and sweet. Thank you. So much."

She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him because there aren't words for how much she appreciates the gift and the fact that he made it, that he thought she is important enough to include something from his home in the gift.

He didn't expect her to like it that much; after all, it isn't perfect, and dilithium has no real use or value in the City. Far be it from him to point such things out, however--not when he expected a more subdued reaction.

Kissing is eloquent enough. Hopefully it will do for a "you're welcome," as well, although Chekov would like to tell Lucy that she deserves far more. She's so caring and earnest and charming and funny and she seems to be completely unaware of any of that. Once she gives him an opportunity to speak, he replies with, "You are gorgeous and amazing and sweet. That is just something that you can wear."

It's as much the fact that he made it as anything and that he included something from home. She doesn't usually like perfect things anyway. They don't have any character. This has a story behind it and she likes that.

Lucy doesn't blush much, but when she gets embarrassed or flattered she responds by doing something silly, like sticking her tongue out at Chekov. "Well the gesture is gorgeous, amazing and sweet." She ducks her head, still smiling. "Also, thank you, for the gesture, the compliments and the necklace."

She holds the necklace, dangling from it's chain out to him. "Put it on me." She'll sweep her hair up off her neck and turn her back to him so that she can clasp the necklace on her. "And then I'll get your present."

"Then we will need to agree that everything here is perfect to avoid arguing," he replies jokingly. Being silly definitely works for them. "And you're welcome."

Chekov takes the necklace, puts it around Lucy's neck, and fiddles with the clasp for a moment before succeeding in locking it. "There. Beautiful." He pauses to look at her and adds, "You, not the necklace."

"We definitely don't want to argue." She pauses, appearing to consider that a moment, her eyes canting to one side then the other. "But the making up part of fighting is fun."

She lets her hair fall back once he's put the necklace on then leans forward and kisses him lightly again before wiggling out of his lap and padding over to the entertainment system. She snags a small box wrapped in crimson paper with a silver bow. Inside the box Chekov will find this. Apparently great minds think alike.

Sh hands him the box and slips back into his lap. "Open it. " She looks pretty excited about the idea of him opening the gift.

"There is a fun part of fighting?" He hasn't ever experienced that aspect of a feud. ...Not that his prior romantic relationships had lasted long enough to warrant much feuding.

She is far too good to him. Chekov unwraps the box eagerly (while taking care not to encourage Lucy to leave) and admires the tiny likeness of space. "A very small part of the universe--thank you, Lucy," he says with a kiss. "Should I hold up my hair and ask you to put it on me?"

"There is definitely a fun part of fighting as long as you get past the fighting to the making up." Lucy isn't good at fighting in general. She's immature about it and she wants to make up five seconds after the fight has begun.

"It's the only constellation that I am ever able to recognize and it's a part of the universe that you can see from my home. I know you miss space, so I thought you should have some of it to take with you everywhere." She laughs at his question and sticks her tongue out at him. "I think I can do it without you having to hold your hair up." She takes the necklace from him to put it on him.

"Why not go directly to making up? A fight can always be imagined."

Her explanation is touching. So much so, in fact, that he neglects to stick his tongue out in response. "It's good to see familiar stars--Alnitak, Alnilam, and Mintaka. There was a famous writer from Alnitak in my world, maybe in your future."

"OMG, that's the best idea ever. We'll pretend a fight so we can go straight to making out."

Clearly, she likes this idea. "What'll we fight about first? Wait. No. We'll have our pretend fight tomorrow, not on Valentines Day."

She's glad he likes it. Mostly she's just trying to explain why she chose to give that to him. "So you know the names of the stars in Orion's Belt?"

She doesn't know why she's surprised by that.

"Tomorrow, then. We can pretend to fight over... what is the name of your favorite sport team?" That sounds like a legitimate argument.

Lucy did a fine job of explaining. It's part of space, and part of home; there's nothing more significant than that. "I know the names of many stars, but that's part of my job."

"Pavel! These are important things you have to learn. Alabama Crimson Tide." It would totally be a legitimate argument.

"Right. I always forget that. " She's quiet a moment, lips pressed together. "Are you hungry?"

He holds his hands up in surrender. "Okay, not that! Something more trivial than sports. The merits of socialism compared to those of capitalism, maybe?"

But no, they can worry about a fake argument later. "Maybe," Chekov says, pulling Lucy close. "If I am, will you need to move very far?"

That makes her laugh and she nods. "The merits of socialism compared to capitalism sounds good. No one will get in trouble for that." Which was true, because if they decided to act out the argument, Lucy would be making facts up left and right.

She bites her bottom lip and nods. "I have go all the way across the room to the kitchen."

"Good, then I will look forward to this argument and making up afterward." If they do indeed act it out, Chekov will be making things up himself. The Federation of Planets is itself a post-capitalist utopian socialist society, so his understanding of both capitalism and true socialism are vague at best.

He sighs and glances woefully at the kitchen. "That is a very long way, but if you think that it's manageable, I see little choice but to go."

Excellent! It's not as if the pretend argument needed to be logical.

Lucy giggles a bit at his woe. She leans in to press a light kiss against his mouth. "You could always come with," she whispers when the kiss breaks.

If this kissing continues, nothing else will get done. Not that that's a bad thing, but Lucy has clearly gone to great lengths to prepare everything. It would be a shame to let it go to waste.

"I suppose I must." He lets go of her reluctantly. "I wouldn't want you to go and neglect to come back."

"I wouldn't not come back on purpose," she assures him as she grabs his hand to pull him up with her. "But I might get lost." Going from her kitchen to her living room. It's...feasible. Or something.

Once in the kitchen, she's already got things ready to go. Really it's just a fruit and cheese platter. She pulls out a long baguette of French bread to go with it and pours two glasses of champagne.

He rises with her, smiling at the ridiculous notion that she may get lost between here and the kitchen. Still. "Then we should both go, to be safe."

Chekov is impressed, but it's not difficult to impress him when food is involved. "Did this take very long?" he asks, examining the champagne with the suspicion of--well, of a Russian who has limited himself to vodka.

"It's for the best."

She shakes her head at his question. "Not really. I just cut stuff up and put it on the plate." She laughs a little at his expression. "It's champagne. The bubbles tickle and you'll like it." Or at least she hopes he will. She raises her glass in a toast, a devilish grin slipping over her face. "To great sex."

"That counts as cooking," he insists, taking his own glass of champagne and shooting Lucy an if you say so look. Chekov moves to clink his glass against hers and stops when his brain actually runs though her toast. Did she say what he thought she said or are his hormones getting the better of him? "Sex?"

"In that case, you can show me your appreciation for my cooking later." She finishes clinking her glass against Chekov's, a smile quirking the corners of her lips when he finally processes the toast. She makes him wait, taking a sip of her champagne before she answers. "I've decided we should have it tonight. Great sex that is. Unless you've got good objections. Also, champagne will go to your head, so don't drink too much. I'm not having sex with you for the first time when you're drunk."

The champagne in Chekov's hand is all but forgotten as Lucy talks. She's not throwing any complex ideas out there, but his brain is having difficulties processing everything after "great sex." The only response he can come up with is, "Why would I have any objections at all?"

It's really cute and a lot of fun to completely fry that giant, genius brain of his. Lucy is going to enjoy this while she can. She just grins and leans in to press a kiss against his neck before pulling back to grab a strawberry and eat it. "Good answer, Genius Boy."

She's good at that--at bringing all of his trains of thought to a screeching halt. The kiss starts the wheels turning again and he absently downs most of his champagne (Lucy is distracting him so thoroughly that he neglects to make a face or complain about all things not vodka). How can eating a strawberry be erotic?

Pavel recovers some sense and helps himself to cheese and crackers. "Good. You may not be getting many answers from me if you continue rendering me speechless."

In this case, distraction is a good thing. As far as the strawberry bit, well he's probably not the only one that would find it erotic. Of course, she helps the image along by slipping her tongue out to lick her lips, watching him as she does.

"Shame 'cause I intend on attempting to do that a lot tonight."

He's ogling her openly now. It's wholly involuntary; in spite of all of his smarts, Chekov is still a teenager with raging hormones and very little experience of the intimate variety.

Swallowing hard, he says, "How?"

Okay, not his most intelligent reply, but.

The ogling is fun. She's also going to take outright advantage of it. She reaches out for some cheese, popping it in her mouth and then sucking any of the creamy residue off her fingers.

At his question, she leans forward, deliberately letting one shoulder of her robe slip off to reveal bare skin. She's not quite close enough to kiss him, but close enough that her breath whispers across his skin when she speaks.

"If I told you, it would be a surprise."

Lucy, you're killing him here.

He'd like to pull her closer for a kiss, but that doesn't seem to be how this game is played. Instead, he runs uncertain fingers along the exposed skin of her shoulder. Helping her out of the robe would probably be against the rules, too...

"I would still be surprised."

Well, she is going for exactly that.

He's so intuitive about how the game is played though. She rolls her shoulder up a bit into his touch. Helping her out of her robe might be allowed, but that doesn't mean that the game will come to a conclusion. That just means the game will continue with her naked.

"Ah. Well in that case, I think great sex deserves some great lead up."

He takes that as encouragement. He draws close, hands settling lightly on Lucy's lower back, and places little kisses on her shoulder and neck. Without moving away, he whispers, "What do you want me to do?"

She tilts her head to the side as he kisses her shoulder and her neck, biting her bottom lip to stifle a bit of a groan. It comes out anyway, quiet and a bit high pitched. "Mmmm, I like what you were doing there," she answers honestly, reaching out to grab a fistful of his shirt and keep him close.

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