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[ text ]: May want to rethink your statement, Chekov.

       “Hey, Chekov?” She doesn’t address him as formally as she probably should        have, given the fact that they were currently working as opposed to hanging        out at the local dive or traversing the city half-lit in an effort to find food and,        more importantly, adventure. As it was, they had found it, aboard the Enterprise        no less. 

meme | pucker up ( #63 - jawline kiss )

resistance. because he can’t ( won’t, some may argue ). they’re best friends --- close. beyond that of any other on the enterprise. and it’s a bond he knows can’t be broken, can’t be threatened with even the slightest force. perhaps, though, apart from himself ( or pavel, too. he is, after all, as much part of the equation. ).  friends, and nothing more. 

“ so, you and chekov, right? ”

“ what? no. ”

“ huh. ”

“ c’mon, man ---. ”

“--- it’s kind of obvious. ”

hesitation in careful dance; he’s avoided --- as has he. but of course, there’s only so much one can do. pressure building in a closed cylinder; a threat to expand; a threat for rupture. and it happens. feeling with nothing left to stop their containment; a harsh spill and crashing waves, it gives rise to action. 

MISTLETOE SMOOCHES

It’s the last of sleep that lingers in bones; a thin veil of exhaustion that slowly ebbs as he gets closer to the turbolift. Conversation’s slow, pieces of memory taken from their shift the day before, mixing with what they hope to achieve now ( they’ve charted the course, they’ve figured out the best flight path possible, and there’s already curiosities to follow in sight ). And it’s that and the talk of Christmas that distracts him from the green and white above. And it’s not until Pavel stops and places hands on shoulders does he see it. Rooted to the spot, he’s quick to wake with the face that comes near to his, and he relaxes there where there’s an innocent kiss against his cheek.