Fic: Schmoop Bingo :: Come Closer
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mermaidtalesTitle: Come Closer
Words:750
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Pike/Number One
Summary: It's a lovely night
Notes/Warnings: Sappy. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
schmoop_bingo square 'Cuddling by the Fire'.
"Scoot over."
Number One's eye's flick to her Captain and down his body as he walks over. She moves gracefully to make room for him on the log, it's not luxury but they've had a hell of a lot less at times. Pike sits and One ensures there's an appropriate distance between them. There are people not too far away.
Chris is having none of that, "Oh, come on."
He moves right up against her side and slides an arm around her waist.
"Chris..." she speaks softly, glancing quickly to him and then away. Her shoulders tense instinctively as she checks the area.
"Hush," he turns and whispers into her ear, brushing back a lock of dark hair before continuing, "the natives don't care, half the crew's drunk, it's a beautiful night, there's a roaring fire... and fuck regulations," he pronounces the last two words slowly and firmly.
She gives him a brief but clearly skeptical look before rolling her eyes and allowing herself to lean into his side a little. She takes small steady breaths to relax herself against him. She's not used to this. To letting others see. Pike hums a little to himself, pleased with her acquiescence.
"It's ok, I promise," his breath whispers warm against her cheek. She sighs silently, closes her eyes a moment. Number One wills her surroundings to slip away, strips it down to only the glow of the fire, the warmth she feels from it, the feel of Chris against her, his fingers ghosting small paths through her tunic, the scent of dust and smoke and soap from his skin. The rhythm of their breathing, the odd measures of his hums she can't identify as anything other than his own. Someday she'll ask him if there's more to it than just made up twists of melody. Not tonight. She pushes out the concern for the crew seeing them, the worries, their duties and what everyone will say once their relationship becomes public knowledge. One distills everything down to touch and scent and sound until she feels utterly and completely safe.
She opens her eyes. He's right, it's a lovely night.
"Nice to have you back," there's a small smile playing on his lips as he looks to her. He's been watching her face the whole time, she's sure of it.
"Didn't go far," she replies. She watches the reflections in his eyes a moment, he's so content she can almost feel it rolling off him. It feels good, reassuring. They both look back to the fire and sit quietly for a time. The air is hot and heavy with smoke and some sticky sweet scent she can't identify. Something about the wood being burned, it lets off a heavy summer sweetness. Flowery and syrupy. She's glad they're here, wrapped up in warmth and darkness, eons away from the confines of the ship. She has no doubt Chris would contentedly sit here for ages, she's jealous of his ease at their display. This is one of the few things that doesn't come easily for her, these displays of affection, though she's learning. Time passes and lingers on. The smoke settles in and twists into their hair and uniforms and skin. Inducting them into their surroundings.
"Is it really so scary? Being slightly more out in the open?" Pike's voice is quiet and low, but not a whisper.
"Yes," she doesn't have it in her to lie tonight, too subdued with the ambiance of the settling celebration around them. Her voice sounds small as she says it and she frowns a moment.
"It'll get less scary if we do it more..." he leaves the end open, he doesn't want to push, but well, he can't help it a little.
"Let's just enjoy tonight," One replies, her voice back and firm. She wants to be more comfortable, but it's a slow process. Tonight she just needs him and no pressure. "You can plan our future later," she pats his chest briefly.
"Alright," he agrees, adjusting his arm around her and the other moves to take her hand, squeezing gently. She returns the gesture.
Number One lets her face bury itself in him for a moment, leaves a kiss to his tunic instead of a spoken thank you. She laces their fingers together.
"Welcome," he replies.
She cuddles closer and steals tiny chaste kiss from his chapped lips. They smile and settle against each other. One wills herself not to keep watch. To enjoy the moment instead.
She succeeds.
Words:750
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Pike/Number One
Summary: It's a lovely night
Notes/Warnings: Sappy. For
schmoop_bingo square 'Cuddling by the Fire'. "Scoot over."
Number One's eye's flick to her Captain and down his body as he walks over. She moves gracefully to make room for him on the log, it's not luxury but they've had a hell of a lot less at times. Pike sits and One ensures there's an appropriate distance between them. There are people not too far away.
Chris is having none of that, "Oh, come on."
He moves right up against her side and slides an arm around her waist.
"Chris..." she speaks softly, glancing quickly to him and then away. Her shoulders tense instinctively as she checks the area.
"Hush," he turns and whispers into her ear, brushing back a lock of dark hair before continuing, "the natives don't care, half the crew's drunk, it's a beautiful night, there's a roaring fire... and fuck regulations," he pronounces the last two words slowly and firmly.
She gives him a brief but clearly skeptical look before rolling her eyes and allowing herself to lean into his side a little. She takes small steady breaths to relax herself against him. She's not used to this. To letting others see. Pike hums a little to himself, pleased with her acquiescence.
"It's ok, I promise," his breath whispers warm against her cheek. She sighs silently, closes her eyes a moment. Number One wills her surroundings to slip away, strips it down to only the glow of the fire, the warmth she feels from it, the feel of Chris against her, his fingers ghosting small paths through her tunic, the scent of dust and smoke and soap from his skin. The rhythm of their breathing, the odd measures of his hums she can't identify as anything other than his own. Someday she'll ask him if there's more to it than just made up twists of melody. Not tonight. She pushes out the concern for the crew seeing them, the worries, their duties and what everyone will say once their relationship becomes public knowledge. One distills everything down to touch and scent and sound until she feels utterly and completely safe.
She opens her eyes. He's right, it's a lovely night.
"Nice to have you back," there's a small smile playing on his lips as he looks to her. He's been watching her face the whole time, she's sure of it.
"Didn't go far," she replies. She watches the reflections in his eyes a moment, he's so content she can almost feel it rolling off him. It feels good, reassuring. They both look back to the fire and sit quietly for a time. The air is hot and heavy with smoke and some sticky sweet scent she can't identify. Something about the wood being burned, it lets off a heavy summer sweetness. Flowery and syrupy. She's glad they're here, wrapped up in warmth and darkness, eons away from the confines of the ship. She has no doubt Chris would contentedly sit here for ages, she's jealous of his ease at their display. This is one of the few things that doesn't come easily for her, these displays of affection, though she's learning. Time passes and lingers on. The smoke settles in and twists into their hair and uniforms and skin. Inducting them into their surroundings.
"Is it really so scary? Being slightly more out in the open?" Pike's voice is quiet and low, but not a whisper.
"Yes," she doesn't have it in her to lie tonight, too subdued with the ambiance of the settling celebration around them. Her voice sounds small as she says it and she frowns a moment.
"It'll get less scary if we do it more..." he leaves the end open, he doesn't want to push, but well, he can't help it a little.
"Let's just enjoy tonight," One replies, her voice back and firm. She wants to be more comfortable, but it's a slow process. Tonight she just needs him and no pressure. "You can plan our future later," she pats his chest briefly.
"Alright," he agrees, adjusting his arm around her and the other moves to take her hand, squeezing gently. She returns the gesture.
Number One lets her face bury itself in him for a moment, leaves a kiss to his tunic instead of a spoken thank you. She laces their fingers together.
"Welcome," he replies.
She cuddles closer and steals tiny chaste kiss from his chapped lips. They smile and settle against each other. One wills herself not to keep watch. To enjoy the moment instead.
She succeeds.
