Nobis ✴︎ Pavel Chekov

Chapter Fifty Four - Shaken Up

They lie down together for a while and Pavel kisses her gently. She kisses back harder and he wonders if she's trying to heat things up a little. He matches her speed, hovering over her and grinning into their kisses. She pushes him onto his side, taking one of his hands and putting it on her side. The other he places on her cheek and tries to read her for a second rather than getting straight back into what they were doing.

"Remember Russia? Remember when we showered together?"

"Yeah," he breathes, thinking back to how nervous he was, standing there with her as she got undressed. "I was so nervous," he admits. "I think my hands were shaking a little."

"Are you nervous now?"

"Should I be?" He asks, curious as to what she's implying.

"Not at all," she whispers. "It's me, Pav, you don't have to be nervous."

She goes back to kissing him before he can ask any more questions. He doesn't object, just telling himself that whatever happens will happen. He places kisses down her jawline and to her neck and she giggles, entwining her legs with his. He feels the best he has in months, his hands tangled in her hair and his lips back with hers. She's so warm beside him and he wonders what she's thinking about.

Emory sits up and pulls her top off, Pavel grinning nervously on top of her. She starts pulling his shirt off and he helps her, trying to figure out what other articles of clothing they're going to take off. Emory pulls off her skirt and grins at him, motioning for him to take his off too. He undoes his zipper and pulls his jeans off, feeling his heart rate climb a little. He swallows nervously, smiling at her.

"If it's any consolation, no matter what we get up to, it's probably something we've already done before..."

"We were beyond wasted. Does it really count?"

"Of course, it does. We wouldn't have met otherwise..."

"That's true," he smiles, leaning down to kiss her.

She gives him a soft kiss on the lips, smiling gently. "I've been waiting for this."

"For what exactly, Emory?"

"For this," she whispers, moving his hand onto her chest. He smiles, squeezing her softly and letting his eyes wonder freely. She moves her hand to the top of his undies, playing a little with the waistband, testing the waters. He encourages it, nodding and trying to keep himself together. He's still nervous, his hands are starting to shake a little more. He decides to make a move with her first rather than letting her start things off. He slips his hand into her undies and she bites her lip. He keeps going, starting to rub her gently. He finds what he thinks is the right spot and starts working slowly, forgetting about his nerves and concentration on the way she breathes out in pleasure. Her toes curl as he continues and she closes her eyes.

The lights flicker off and back on again for a second and Pavel ignores it. A few seconds later it happens again twice before the lights completely shut off.

"Shit," Emory mutters. "It's pitch black, I can't see a thing..."

"Where's my shirt?" Pavel asks, standing up and getting off the bed. He has his hands stretched out in front of him but has no luck with his shirt. "I wonder what's happening... I need to get to the bridge."

The door opens in front of Pavel and he steps through, trying to locate the reserve light switch near his room. Emory is just behind him and he feels against the wall, frowning to himself. The lights flicker back on and Pavel blinks trying to get his eyes to adjust.

"Oh Jesus, guys, really?"

Emory yelps in surprise and holds Pavel's shirt over herself self-consciously. Pavel crosses his hands over the obvious bulge in his undies and feels his cheeks redden substantially.

"No need to ask what you guys were doing... You were only gone for like ten minutes."

Pavel and Emory go back into Pavel's room, looking at each other, embarrassed beyond belief. Emory throws Pavel's shirt back to him and he lies back down on the bed rather than putting it on. He closes his eyes and wonders if Sulu is going to tease him about it later.

"Is it just me, or is it always us that this happens to?"

"I wish I knew," he mutters, running a hand through his hair. "I still need to get to the bridge." He goes through his cupboard and finds his uniform, pulling it over his head and grabbing out his pants. "Emory? Are you okay?"

She looks up at him, her cheeks a little red. She has a deer in the headlights look he hasn't really seen before. He takes a seat next to her and pulls an arm around her, squeezing her gently. "Another time, yes? You make me feel so comfortable... I just... Thank you for helping me keep calm."

She smiles, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "Put your pants on Pavel. And yes, another time. I'm looking forward to it."

The ship shakes a little and Pavel stands up. He pulls his pants on and grabs some socks from his drawer, hastening now that the ship is shaking more. He's running what could possibly be happening through his head and remembers that he's in space; anything could be happening.

Pavel catches up to Sulu just before they get on the bridge. The Russian receives an eyeroll before they reach the turbolift.

"Your allergies seem fine," he notes.

"I wasn't faking it, if that's what you're implying..."

"Mhmmm," Sulu mumbles, completely uninterested. He doesn't believe Pavel at all, that much is obvious. Pavel lacks the energy to argue, he just wants to see what's happening out that view screen. As soon as the lift door opens they move out, taking their positions on the bridge without looking at one another.

(Author's Note)

I've written and added a little more to this and I'm happy with how the plot is progressing now. Things pick up more soon. Feedback is greatly appreciated! Chapter length, dialogue, update frequency, anything.

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