Among The Stars

Part 6

Over the next few months a routine was established between the pair, they would eat breakfast together daily and have dinner several times a week. Often going on a double date with McCoy and Spock. It made Maggie's heart happy to see Len finally settled with someone who balanced him so well - Spock knew just what McCoy needed and McCoy knew what the half human, half vulcan needed. Often these date nights would end with Len and Maggie discussing the latest in the medical journals, while Scotty and Spock would play chess. The Scotsman would often give the first officer a run for his money, which was another quality to add to the growing list of things she loved about the man, she was falling and fast.

 
One evening after a particularly long and painful away mission, she walked through the bathroom and into Scotty's room. She was usually greeted by a cheerful hello as he was reading a manual, journal or fixing something. This evening she found him sitting on the couch, a bottle of Romulan ale on the coffee table (half empty) and a full glass in his hands, eyes full of unshed tears. She went to his side, removed the glass from his hand, gently brushed his cheek, and quietly said "Oh Scotty, I am so sorry." At that the dam broke, and he started to quietly cry, and Maggie gathered him into her arms where they just sat. The Scotsman had never lost a man before on an away mission, today had been his first and it broke him. Maggie stroked his hair, and kissed his head until he was ready, and able, to talk. They talked until the small hours of the morning, when she was able to finally convince him to go to bed. As he was walking into his bedroom he turned and asked, "Will ye sleep with me? Please?" How could Maggie refuse? When they were finally settled in bed, Scotty curled up beside her, she sent a message to Jim's PADD stating they would both be taking the morning off, and before Jim could send a snarky comment back, yes it was in her professional position as ship therapist that Scotty take the morning off.
The next morning Maggie woke to the smell of eggs, hashbrowns and coffee. She stretched and slowly made her way out to Scotty's kitchen area. She came up from behind, put her arms around her partner and gently kissed his neck. "Good Morning love" she murmured, to which he turned his head to the side to give her a kiss. They sat, had a quiet breakfast, then in sync cleaned up their mess. After they cleaned themselves up they sat on Scotty's couch to read the latest medical and engineering journals. They sat in silence, the only sound the quiet turning of pages, and Maggie's hand making soothing motions on Scotty's neck and threading her fingers through his short, brown hair.

 
After a couple hours, Scotty cleared his throat. "Maggie?" She finished the sentence she was on and looked at her partner. "I wanted to thank ye for last night, I donna know how Jim does this day after day but thank ye." Maggie's eyes filled with tears again and she leaned over to give him a kiss, "Scotty, mourning someone and crying for loss of life does not make you weak. I will deny ever saying this but both Admiral Pike and Jim Kirk have sat in my office on multiple occasions, with tears in their eyes as we talked about away missions gone wrong, and the million difficult decisions they face on a daily basis." Scotty nodded in understanding, then a slight smirk crossed his face and said, "Oh lassie I hope you dinna end up in their bed like ye did with me!" Maggie replied with a light slap to his arm, "Oh you!" She let out a slight squeal as she was grabbed around the waste and plopped in his lap. Scotty and Maggie had shared a couple chaste kisses but not much more in the past several months of dating, but both could feel the tension building.

 
"One more thing lassie...I donna mind if Jim and the rest of the crew call me Scotty, however it's not my favorite. I prefer Monty, if ye don't mind." She leaned down to his ear and spoke in her most seductive voice, "Is that so Monty?" to which she could feel a little twitch from his lap. She looked down and said, "Well, hello there!" before leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his chapped lips. His hands settled on her hips, as a sigh escaped from the two of them. The kisses started slow, soft and gentle as their hands started to roam and explore each other's clothed bodies, however as time progressed their kisses became more intense, and sloppy as the pair fought for dominance. After what seemed like minutes but was probably closer to an hour, Maggie started to rotate her hips. Monty let out a gasp, as his manhood started to grow and swell under Maggie's ministrations. As she felt him swell, she knew she definitely wouldn't be complaining when they finally had sex - Scotland knew how to make her men! Monty threw his head back and moaned loudly as she continued to ride him fully clothed. Since this was their first time, albeit humping and grinding fully clothed, neither lasted long and climaxed a few minutes later - his pants sticky and wet, her boxer shorts soaked.

 
Maggie was nestled in his arms with her head buried in his neck giving the occasional kiss. When the Scotsman brain finally switched back on from his climaxed haze, he murmured into Maggie's hair, "Thank the almighty he sent me you." Maggie replied just as quietly, "Same, Monty, same." After a few more minutes of contented silence, Maggie reluctantly got up, wiggled her fingers at Monty, and said, "Come on Mister, time for another shower and then report to work!" With a grin he stood up, picked her up, and quickly brought her into the shower.