By the Light of the Universe

"It's not quite rocket science."

"Good lord, get ‘yer head out of the gutter!" he huffed with a laugh, nudging Delilah in the side with his elbow. "Other half ’s mostly ain’t lookin’ like a… uhm … a lone idiot drinkin’ on his own ‘n a corner.”

#itsnotquiterocketscience #q #hyposandscotch

Delilah nudged him back, "Well, today you're not a lone idiot drinking in the corner at least. And how did you know my mind was in the gutter? Maybe your mind is in the gutter, and I'm perfectly innocent?"

Closed||Learning Curve

thelogicalhybrid

"I would suggest, if you do manage to make the trip, that you invest in a form of sun protection." He told her, thinking of the human portion of the embassy that he had so many very red humans over the amount of times he spent in the building. He recalled asking his mother why most humans were red while she was pale. She had laughed outright and explained to him what sunburn was and why it turned their skin so red.

"I thank you for inviting me here. This is a fascinating place." He told her, "I have not had the time to find such places on my own. I have found more use in occupying my time with tutoring. I had not realized that I was, as humans say, ‘missing out’." He added.

#I'm sorry this is so short #thelogicalhybrid #learningcurve #q

Delilah was pleased that he seemed somewhat happy about their little trip, not having expected for it to go so well. She had always found people easy to talk to, and apparently this extended to Vulcans as well.

"I'm glad you like it," she said warmly, "I'm surprised more people don't know about it, but I think the quietness is part of its charm really."

Closed||I Wanna Be Yours

bones-ad-libitum

“‘S cause’m sa good lookin’. ‘S a med’cal fact yer tempchur rahses mohr hansahm yah’re.” He wrapped an arm around her back and brought her down across his chest. “Ah cain wahrm y’up fer ya.”

#omfg you are fab at writing drunk Bones though #iwannabeyours #bonesadlibitum

Delilah snuggled happily against him, his slightly stubbled jaw scratching at her cheekbone. He was definitely warming her up, and she briefly considered putting her hands under his shirt to warm them up before she forgot what she had been thinking about.

thelogicalhybrid

delilaheb answered your question: //OOC: Okay seriously now, do I owe anyone? Or…

…I have 9 accounts. I always want to plot with your fabulous Spock.

//We definitely need to plot something xP

Okay, well I shall drop you a message! ^_^

#thelogicalhybrid

Closed||I Wanna Be Yours

bones-ad-libitum

"Much abl’ged…" He walk in shakily and immediately tripped over her. Falling none too gracefully onto the floor beside her. After a slew of curses he looked up at her. "Pleased t’ meetchyer, darlin’." He grinned like a baffoon and rubbed his head. He wasn’t sure if the throbbing was from hitting the floor or hitting the bottle.

#iwannabeyours #bonesadlibitum

Delilah snickered at him, leaning her her head on his shoulder with a very long suffering sigh. She was so drunk - what on earth had possessed her to drink so much?

"You're warm," she mumbled, shuffling closer to him, "Why do you get to be warm?"

"It's not quite rocket science."

“Slàinte!" He replied without missing a beat and swiftly cracking open the bottle; taking a swig.

Matt moved away from the table so could sit down on the rest of an unoccupied armchair.

"Good manners? Well ain’t I lucky then, drinkin’ ‘lone ‘s only half the fun.” He lalled, winking.

#crack open works perfectly #itsnotquiterocketscience #hyposandscotch

Delilah took a swig of her own, leaning on the arm of the chair and looking down at him, "Do I want to know what the other half of the fun is?" she asked, slightly dubiously but with a teasing sparkle in her eye.

"It's not quite rocket science."

At her words Matt made a vague gesture with one hand, taking a sharp intake of breath and acting as if he didn’t quite believe her. He chose not to comment.

“Anyway- -” he took a second bottle of beer from a back row, handing it to her. “‘Ya lettin’ me drink ‘lone? Ain’t polite, don’t’cha think?”

Delilah looked at the bottle dubiously, but decided that it couldn't hurt - she'd only had one beer before this anyway, and she was hardly about to start downing shots any time soon.

"I was brought up to have good manners," she agreed as she opened the bottle with a laugh, "So - cheers, Matt."

Closed||Days to Come

starshipdoctormccoy

It was definitely much better now that he was beneath two layers and so close to Delilah. There was an awkward sliver of space between them that would make it difficult if either of them were to move in their sleep, which was something he did quite frequently, unfortunately. But it was also awkward while they were still awake, being so close without touching. He could sense her next to him, feel the air charged between them. It was too much. He slipped his arm beneath her shoulders and pulled her towards him, hoping she wouldn’t mind.”You comfortable?”

#daystocome #starshipdoctormccoy #I KNOW WHAT IS THIS #since you're in the UK #feel free to ask for my mobile number #if you wanted

Delilah curled against him without argument, the warmth of his body reassuring, and she was definitely feeling less cold. And very comfortable. Again, she reflected on how while everything had sort of gone wrong, that it had also gone really well.

"Perfect thank you," she murmured, "How about you?"

"It's not quite rocket science."

"Seein’…. Seein’…. Seein’ that I actually had enou’- -" he mumbled, more to himself than anyone. After a bit of searching he grabbed a bottle of light beer from the table. “‘m gonna go with somethin’ light, ‘aye?"

"Unless ‘yer tryin’ to make me even drunker, I mean." he joked and nudged her side, not meaning it.

"That's probably a good idea," Delilah laughed, not taking a drink herself but examining a bottle of bright green liquid with a raised eyebrow, and then looking back up at Matt with a smile, "I'm not planning on it, Matt. But I suppose you never know."

"It's not quite rocket science."

Matt acted as if he was about to bite her finger when she prodded his nose, a rather goofy grin on his lips.

"What, kissin’ ‘ya or pickin’ ‘ya up?" he lalled, turning on his heels and heading for the makeshift bar which the owner had put up. “Off we go? ‘Ya promised me a drink.”

Delilah considered his question, tugging him in the direction of the table covered in various bottles of alcohol.

"Both," she decided with a smile, "Definitely both. What...which of these do you want to drink?"

"It's not quite rocket science."

" ‘Nd what if I don’t?" Matt lalled, spinning around once; just for the hell of it. It may not have been the best idea; seeing that he immediately lost his balance and stumbled back a few steps, but luckily not falling over.

"Alright, got this got this…!" he mumbled hastily, eventually letting her down. " ‘Ave had better ideas." he laughed, rubbing at the back of his neck.

Delilah felt slightly more steady with both feet on the ground, and laughed at the slightly embarrassed expression on Matt's face.

"Next time, warn me when you're going to do that," she told him, prodding his nose with a finger, "And maybe do it when you've had a little less to drink."

Closed||Days to Come

starshipdoctormccoy

Leonard sat up and began to unzip his sleeping bad. Cold air seeped through the gap and he shivered, hurrying to finish as quickly as possible. “We can both sleep in yours, then use mine as an extra blanket,” he explained, crawling from his now open sleeping bag onto the tent floor.

He draped the fabric across Delilah’s lap and hurried to her side. “Mind if I join you?” Without waiting for a response, he slipped in beside her, craving the warmth of the padded sleeping bag.

#daystocome #starshipdoctormccoy #and don't worry seriously #reply at your own pace

Delilah let out a satisfied sigh at the warm body close to hers, his sleeping back giving a lot of extra warmth - as did he. She wondered if it would be acceptable to snuggle up to him - but decided to be good for now. She didn't want to put him off after all.

She stared up at the top of the tent for a moment, unable to stop herself from smiling. It may have been cold, but she had kissed Leonard and he was now in the same sleeping bag as her - so things weren't going that badly, even if this wasn't what she had planned.

"It's not quite rocket science."

Matthew didn’t want to pull back, but at some point he realized that he had to; running short on breath.

Due to the fact that her arms were still curled around his neck, he didn’t have much of a choice but lean his forehead against hers, breath going too fast.

"Ain’t there was somethin’ ‘bout a drink?" the Cadet slurred, the toothy grin back in no time.

#asdfgh you two #so cute #itsnotquiterocketscience #hyposandscotch

Delilah smiled back, "If you're planning to drink more, you should probably put me down," she pointed out, her nose bumping gently against his. She didn't really want him to put her down, but he could hardly hold her up all night no matter how light he insisted she was.

"It's not quite rocket science."

Matthew gladly welcomed the kiss, reacting a bit harsher this time, all teeth and tongue, now that he knew what he was at. Just for the sheer hell of it and because he could.

He was way too foggy to even think about how that maybe wasn’t the best idea, but at the moment, it seemed like the best idea there is.

#awwwwhh cuties #itsnotquiterocketscience #hyposandscotch #YOU BROKEHER THO

Delilah wasn't objecting at all - the the past all of the people who had kissed her had been gentle, treating her like a china doll instead of a woman who wanted to be kissed.

Matt didn't seem to have any of this nonsense in his head as he kissed her thoroughly, and Delilah found herself kissing him back equally as fiercely.

"I want the K" (//You totally should have seen this coming though)

[I was sort of counting on you doing this]

17 - Neck Kiss

While the entire thing had started off while Matt had been horrendously drunk, Delilah wasn’t exactly complaining at the fact that now he was slightly more sober, he was still wanting to kiss her. She was back on her perch on the kitchen counter so that he didn’t have to lean down to kiss her, Matt with both of his hands in her red curls.

She began to gently kiss and lick her way down his neck, enjoying the way his hands tightened in her hair and biting teasingly at his collarbone.

At first he just had his hands in her hair, gently running his fingers through her curls and quite enjoying the whole situation.

It was when she reached his neck, that Matt’s fingers curled to fists in Delilah’s hair, and he took a sharp intake of breath. “Hey, hey, that’s ain’t fair!” he mumbled, tilting his head to the side and stretching his neck nonetheless; a small whimpering noise involuntarily leaving him.