danvers

“y’think?”  he’s trying to hide his smirk.

     “-- Do you have ANY idea where that thing came from?”

     “I’m just saying... you look MUCH better without the uniform.” 

He snorted, shaking his head a bit before taking the tweezers and replacing them with electrical tape. “Yeah, yeah, don’t go doing victory laps quite yet. Now we need to tape the wires before they all start rubbing against each other. Since you’re so good, why don’t you do it?” At least this would hold him over until he could get himself back home, where he had miles of extra cabling he could use to fix this. he’d also be able to buff out any of the scratches and dents, but cosmetic wear and tear was the least of his concern. “Where’d you get handy anyway? You didn’t strike me as an engineer.”

Spock catches the small shift in her attention. he follows her pivot to the overgrown mass behind her. though, it lives, still, it has not moved ; the large mountain of its back rises & falls. slowly, freely, as if merely asleep. a compliment of her white-edged strength. & even fortuitous, on more occasions than simply this one. he is immediate to continue, however. unfazed, despite being inwardly subject to his own pride in her abilities. his shoulder brushes hers quietly — just barely, when he proceeds past her electrified presence & along the path. the fact that Carol enjoyed the confrontation ( perhaps, too much ) has not gone unnoticed. “ yes, Captain, ” he says, hands loose at the small of his back. “ this way —. ”

Spock’s lips twitch in her favor, “ statistically speaking, you may yet have another opportunity to display your prowess should you choose. ”

      Carol can’t fight off the smile that lifts her lips when he brushes by her, the contact fleeting and minute but definitely noticed. Spock is very aware of his body and his proximity, he doesn’t ever ACCIDENTALLY brush by something. 

      humming softly, she turns on her heel and watches him for only a moment before smiling privately to herself and following after him. there’s something incredibly enjoyable about being on a mission with Spock. just being around him in any setting, really, makes Carol happy.

      she laughs softly at his next words, catching up with him to walk side-by-side as she glances around them. he’s not wrong. where there’s one giant creature intent on killing you, there’s usually another.

It was almost funny how the tables could have turned. So many years ago she was the one waking him up, telling him about her own nightmares, and now he was the one tormented by dreams of events that had happened so so many decades ago. Never directly looking at Carol, gaze instead focused on the night sky above them, Yon took a deep breath before beginning. “It was decades ago before I brought you to Hala. It was my very first mission I went on, with my older brother. We were ambushed. It was an ambush all along. If I had been more prepared and not such a coward I…. I could have fought them back. Instead, Yor-Narr stayed behind so I could stay safe.”

“I mean, I know you’re the most prodigious troublemaker in the universe, which is saying something given both Loki and Rocket even exist. But to your compliment, I still think yours is the best kind of trouble, and it is a big universe out there,” he supplied as his hands wove through the motions to bring up an image of the region that had been under assault of late, and every spectrum of energy scale even the sorcerers understood of what had been assaulting it. “It’s not anything I recognize, which narrows it down but not necessarily in a way that’s helpful for you. But it seems to have an odd sort of… mutated solar radiation? I only say that in comparison to how our sun behaves, but the energy coming through it is from a hugely different source than what is even in this quadrant of space for the most part, so far as I know.”

      he is a HORRID tease. she should have known, really, that asking him to sit patiently whilst she finished her work wasn’t going to end well. he’s never been particularly good at sitting still and doing nothing.

      she hadn’t expected him to do THIS, though. her work sits forgotten on the desk as her fingers grip the edge of her desk, her head tipped back against her chair and her thighs spread a little where she’s seated. god he knows exactly how to work her up and she hates it. she doesn’t.

      he’s thankfully tinted the windows, but she still needs to try and keep quiet, and that’s becoming increasingly difficult with the way he’s rolling those rough fingertips across her sensitive clit. her thighs tremble, and she barely hears what he says, taking a moment to process it as she moans quietly under her breath.

     “fuck-- i’d be HAPPY to give you a lesson, captain.” she teases, before she grabs his wrist and pulls his hand out of her pants, a little regretfully. rising to her feet, she drags him forward and pushes him down into the chair, settling herself in his lap without missing a beat.

      they’re doing this here. NOW. because she can’t wait until they get back to their room. her fingers work swiftly to get his pants open, pulling his cock free from his underwear, and she brings her free hand up to cup against his jawline. 

Bucky looked down at his hands, then around the room. He hadn’t brought a gun… this time. And to his knowledge, there were no pastries in this room–really, he could go for a cannoli. If Airforce here was holding out on him and hiding the sweet treats, she was gonna get it.

“What cannolis? What am I missing? There better be something with chocolate in my future, Danvers, or there will be hell to pay.”

     “Huh... Figured you’d have a gun. You ALWAYS have a gun.” She squints playfully at him for a moment, for ruining her joke, before she produces a box from the bag tucked behind her legs.

word of the captain’s victory is as obvious as he sees it. Spock observes her standing on its insentient form, stood proud, her hands glowing in a spectacular image of raw, unfiltered power, & yet she entertains, smiles even —                          perhaps, in jest or playfulness ( he has yet to discern which ), the possibility of failure, reassuring him of best intentions, in spite of these things. she returns to him ; the slide of her eyes, not unnoticed. ah. it is flirtatious. Spock should have known. “ I suggest nothing, Captain. ” he leans, eyeing it over her shoulder. it does not move. nor does he assume it will for some great time. for its own sake, at least, “ perhaps, now — we may proceed with our mission? ” the interruption was of little difference / Carol had disposed of their problem ( as inaccurate as that description is ) rather quickly. & without a hair flung out of place. 

“ there is, after all, still the matter of dilithium we must procure. ” 

      Carol casts a glance over her shoulder when he suggests that they do nothing, her eyes flickering across the beast momentarily. to be fair, it doesn’t look like it’s going anywhere anytime soon, so she’s probably not going to have to carry it somewhere further away. which is good. 

      when she looks back at Spock, her expression almost instinctively lightens, a smile plastering itself onto her features even though, really, she should get focused on the mission at hand. she simply enjoys being in their presence-- whether they’re working or in the privacy of their cabins.

     “right-- that. i almost forgot.” 

      she’d maybe had a little bit too much fun there. it’s been a long time since she’s had the opportunity to punch something using her ACTUAL strength. 

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      Carol smiles into his mouth when she hears his speak, her fingers cupping either side of his face, and she draws away with a soft nip to his bottom lip. “Mm… You do, don’t you?” She breathes, her eyes flicking across his features slowly, before she takes a small step back. 

      His pupils are blown, his hair a mess thanks to her fingers tangling through it, and he looks GORGEOUS. Chewing on her bottom lip, Carol takes another step back, fingers lifting to work her shirt up and over her head. The fabric is tossed aside, and Carol turns away from him, heading toward the door to his bedroom with just a little added sway to her steps.

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