Nobis ✴︎ Pavel Chekov

Chapter One - The Mourning After

Nobis - Pavel Chekov

Pavel is reasonably warm when he wakes up. He can feel the sun on his back and blankets kind of strewn around him. He groans and clutches his head, feeling it throb in a painful rhythm. He's reasonably sure he'll throw up within the next five minutes and he's right, almost missing the toilet as he stumbles into the bathroom. He can feel the burn from the night before, the sad aftertaste of Romulan ale mixed with a few other alien beverages. He thought he was good with liquor but even he has a definite limit. He drank a fair amount of Saurian Brandy, he reckons. He thinks he remembers someone asking if he was trying to blind himself, he thinks he remembers saying yes.

It takes another ten minutes and a large amount of water from the sink but Pavel finally gets his headache down to a tolerable level. He's missing a few articles of clothing, he realises. He doesn't know whose apartment he's in but he figures they probably won't want him there. He finds one of his shoes and his shirt but everything else is missing. He figures he can leave as soon as he finds his jeans, the rest can be left here along with his experience from the night before. He hopes his phone and wallet are with his jeans and keeps looking around the room.

He finds his jeans (along with his phone, thankfully) in the bathtub. He's confused but tries not to question it too much. He pulls them on and checks through the photos from last night. There are a few with a girl he doesn't recognise. He's smiling with her in a few and kissing her in a few others. He shudders at the thought. 'Couple photos' of him tongue-tied with a girl he'd never met. He had a feeling drinking himself into oblivion was going to be a beyond bad idea but he needed it to get away from everything.

Pavel walks quietly away from the bedroom but doesn't get far. A voice stops him.

"Hey."

He turns around, it's the girl from the photo. Same dark brown hair and blue eyes, much alike his own. He smiles politely.

"Hey..."

"I managed to find your other shoe. It was in the fridge. Don't ask, I have no idea either. You remember anything?"

He shakes his head. "I remember drinking myself stupid but that's probably it."

She nods. "Want a glass of water or some hangover medication? You look like you need it."

He thanks her quietly and pulls his other shoe on.

"I found a few photos of us from last night," she says. He's surprised, they must have gotten a bit snap happy. "I think we had sex... A lot of sex."

That much, he had guessed. A few snippets come back to him slowly. The couch, the kitchen bench, the shower, the bed. He feels a little sick at the thought. He never considered himself one of those guys. He wants to go and scold his drunk self but all he can do is apologise to her quietly.

"No, don't apologise," she dismisses. "We had a good night, I think."

He grins a little, they did have a good night. He takes the hangover pill and he feels his head starting to clear up.

"I better get out of your hair," he says. "But thank you. I didn't expect you to be so... chilled about everything."

She shrugs. "It's fine, and thank you. I'm pretty sure we did have a really good night."

He smiles and gives her a half hug kinda thing before he goes.

"See you around?" She says.

He nods. "See you around."

Pavel's roommate is doing the dishes when he returns. He didn't venture out with Pavel the night before and looking at the slightly dishevelled state of the Russian, he's glad he didn't.

"Damn man, what happened to you?" he asks, smirking a little and making Pavel roll his eyes.

Pavel flops down on the couch and mumbles something about Saurian Brandy. Pavel's roommate, Alec, has had his fair share of Saurian Brandy. He's normally the one stumbling home in the morning, not Pavel.

"Who'd you wake up with?" Alec asks, putting down a glass and sitting next to Pavel.

"This girl, she was in the kitchen. I think we had a pretty wild night. We had a lot of sex."

Alec laughs, "Nah that doesn't sound like you. Must have been a fake memory. A girl must have been pretty wasted to sleep with you more than once in one night."

"She was."

"Ahh."

Pavel starts remembering more and more of the night. He remembers the bar, going home with her and making out wildly as soon as they'd crossed the door. He thinks they got naked in the bedroom first, starting there and making their way around the apartment. He sighs in frustration. He can imagine how terrible making out with him would have been when he was so off his face. He had very little muscle control at that stage and the more he remembers, the more he wishes he couldn't. He tells Alec he's going to sleep for a while, wake up and then shower after. Alec nods and tells him he needs it.

After waking up for the second time, Pavel feels marginally better. He gets thirty seconds of peace before he remembers the night before. He sighs and buries his face further into the pillow. He yawns loudly and considers going back to sleep. He needs a shower and something to eat.

The shower is blissful for Pavel. He feels clean and awake and substantially better than he expected he'd be feeling at this stage. He could smell the vague smell of sex on his clothes and he feels the need to wash it off him. He had never really known what sex smelt like, but now he's very sure.

(A/N)

Hello, I go by Lucky Clover and this is my newest piece called Nobis. I hope you enjoy ^_^ I appreciate any comments or votes and welcome anyone who wants to chat.

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