* i’m givin’ her all she’s got!

ind. ﹠ sel. montgomery scott

[mtyscott]

mtyscott. independent & selective montgomery ‘ scotty ’ scott from star trek ﹙aos﹚ canon-divergent & head-canon based with influences from the original series. as maneuvered by scar ﹙she﹨he. +21﹚

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[mtyscott]

plotted starter for @etoilebleu !

the evening hums with the low throb of wheezing engines and synth pop music he doesn’t recognize at all. the air feels dense and pollution paints the skies orange as the sun seems to hide early today— it is only a bit overwhelming, but he had worked in worse environments. humanity at this time for sure didn’t know any better, both regarding engine maintenance and environmental preservation. once again, it leaves scotty wondering— how did they end up here anyways?

of course, that’s why they beamed down in the first place— to investigate what seemed to be a developing civilization, its culture and technology advances. though, scotty has been oscillating around calla all day, for no other particular reason than to make sure she’s okay. it’s not like she can’t protect herself, but it makes him feel less uneasy in a place like this to know where she is.

“ ... have you noticed that they all use way too much denim? ” scotty whispers, as he walks alongside calla, trying to keep up with her pace after nearly colliding with a lamppost. he had run out of topics by then, it was like he was pulling them out of his pockets. “ i bet they also didn’t see the denim shortage coming— or maybe they already went through it. ”

he speaks about fashion as if he’s not wearing blue coveralls. they all had to improvise— the uniforms, despite fitting the colour scheme of the city, would draw unwanted attention towards them when they least needed it.

“ honey— calla, ” he corrects himself quickly, looking back briefly. they’re far enough from the team, so he finally dares to hold her hand. “ i— i don’t have a good feeling about this. we should’ve stayed aboard— i could’ve convinced the captain to let you stay! ”

his gaze searches for hers through blinding neon signs. he was going to stay back at the enterprise, but in a last-minute discovery about calla beaming down he had to step in— he’s lucky jim is a very understanding man.

[dailyflicks]

Star Trek (2009)

[etoilebleu]

mouth against his worked with such a hunger, a hum of satisfaction vibrating off his lips when he gently teased her core. heart hammered in her chest wildly when his venturing fingers began to pull the flimsy black fabric off, pupils blown wide in anticipation to getting what she wanted.

a quiet chuckle was given at his verbal moan of words, the loose fingers combing the nape of his neck in support. mischievous giggles followed when his lips worked their way down, ensuring he at least gave her some sort of love bite on the way. her arm then lazily removed itself and made itself at home on the mattress so he could continue.

face burned hot now that he’s disappeared beneath her hips, swallowing the dryness in her throat. she wanted scotty like this. calla fantasized about being adored this way by him since they started flirting. to be the object of his desire, of his affection and worship. In the most selfish way. his mouth finally found her clit, the sensation of a warm wet tongue against her sensitive organ making her fingers claw to grab the sheet for dear life, a sharp inhale following.

calla was subdued into temporary silence in shock while his mouth wound her up, hips wanting to buck into his mouth, but the firm hold he had on her kept her where he wanted her. back arched and lips parted so a heavy moan could finally release, calla biting down on her lip to suppress the second moan that followed. but needing to gasp for air quickly freed her.

“ ohhh, scotty— !“ calla cried out breathlessly, brows knitting together while she pulsed with need, being driven by pure desire. the hand that wasn’t anchored to the sheets gently scratched down her neck and chest, feeling so good that she couldn’t keep them still.

“ fuck—scotty, please— “ calla whined helplessly, shamelessly begging for him to keep making her feel good. she was at his mercy now, flesh hot all over while her head spun.

[mtyscott]

hand crept up from her outer thigh to rest against her lower abdomen, pressing his thumb against her clit. as he kept her firmly in place, he could feel her squirming, arching beneath him— all while the sweetest of sounds spilled from her mouth. calla was so responsive, it was genuinely intoxicating— talk about ego boost.

“ hm? ” he mouthed smugly against her wetness, looking up at her through droopy eyelids. steel blue eyes turned darker with arousal as he kept going, encouraged by her moans— it was overwhelming, how much he wanted to kiss, bite and lick every inch of her skin. map calla’s entire body.

he had been teasing at her entrance briefly, as much as he could with the tip of his tongue and two helping fingers gently opening her with soft caresses across her folds. then, he would lick his way up again. scotty gave her a short kiss, and chuckled breathlessly.

“ what was that, eh? c’mon, we both know you can do better. ” he purred, as he worked her with two nimble fingers. pressing one into her warmth tentatively, but he stopped there. deciding he was in the mood for teasing her just a little. to be fair, he wanted to know what she needed from him at all times, what better way to find out than to get her to say it? scotty flickered his tongue against her clit once, twice, before taking it whole into his mouth.

[etoilebleu]

calla giggled mischievously at his dramatic reaction to the black lace panties that were on full display for him, laid back nonchalantly as he actually freed her from her boots.

heart fluttered in her chest when he leaned forward, biting down on her lower lip excitedly. scotty’s hand crept closer and closer on her thigh, lower back arching to help inch him right where she wanted him. his face hovered just above her lips, their eye contact so intense that you could almost see the sparks.

a warmth spread throughout her, calla stretching and fingers curling around the sheets before one lifted to rest her palm against his cheek, lips pulling into a smirk at his question. eyes darted left to right like she had to think about it, finally giving him a playful answer in return.

“ mmmm…… you may. “

she lifted her lips to meet his, kiss messy but meaningful while his knuckles grazed her core. her breath shuttered when she broke away, head falling back on the bed to get a good look at him, lips still parted. like he had the audacity. gaze darkened as she studied his features, taking scotty and all of his intentions in.

the word worship and the pleading tone it rode in on was absolutely intoxicating. to be so wanted and adored. she felt utterly selfish. but a part of her didn’t care, apart of her wanted to bask in all he wanted to give to her. and just take.

heartbeat began to pound within her chest and travel south, the light in her eyes shining right back at him, egging him on.

[mtyscott]

he kissed her back enthusiastically, humming delightedly at the lingering taste of alcohol in her mouth, luring him to greedily seek out more— she had allowed him to proceed, and so he did, under the spell of her gaze. right hand slid daringly to the inside of her thighs give her throbbing arousal a thankful caress. hooking his fingers around the straps of her panties, he carefully slid them down her legs.

“ you’re really gonna kill me one of these days, ” he groaned against her cheek, hoping she doesn’t notice the heavy blush in his face, and also the way he spreads his knees just a bit in order to better accommodate his hard-on, as it presses against the front of his jeans painfully.

scotty kissed all the way down to her neck, resisting the urge to leave a trail of lovebites on his way there— he just bites the tender flesh of her exposed shoulder, right before settling between her legs. scotty effortlessly lifted one of her thighs over his arm, it fits as if it belongs there naturally.

holding her hips as firmly as he can, under the waistband of the skirt, scotty leaned in, kissing the highest of her mound before closing his lips against her clit— and he hums in appreciation, working the hardened organ with short yet laboured flicks of his tongue.

he puts his back into it, and prays it feels good to her. scotty was certainly enjoying himself, his strained erection throbbed as he tasted her, properly now.

[etoilebleu]

nose scrunched while calla giggled mischievously at the motion of him pulling her closer by the small of her back, chuckle vibrating against his mouth while they kissed.

though she offered to peel him off the floor, she was having a hard time removing herself from him in the first place. enjoying his warm touch and the taste of his lips. but a heavy exhale was given, calla forcing herself up and adjusting her skirt. hand reached down for his, smirking while she pulled him up. and of course, he acted like he was helpless. “oh you think that’ll stop me? “ she asked between laughs, using all she had to continue pulling him up. he took his place cozied on up behind her, calla gladly accepting his arms around her neck.

she felt so whole like this, with himself pressed against her, hands clinging to his arms to keep him there. the blush on her face refused to go away, calla moving them one step closer to go back inside before scotty bit at her cheek, a squeal leaving her while she attempted to duck her chin into her chest.

“ you’re ridiculous, scotty. “ she muttered, amusement gleaming in her eyes before she took one last glance up at the sky, guiding them back toward the lift.

“ …who said anything about sleeping? “ she joked, brow raising while they got into the lift with a ding noise that alerted the door, headed back down toward her room. she let him cling on like that the entire way down, head occasionally turning to kiss at his bicep.

the door to her room opened up and the pair slid in, calla quick to duck out of his reach and twirl back until she landed on the bed, sprawled out at the edge, uncaring that she was in a short skirt.

one leg pointed outward, foot tipped forward. “ come on, scotto-tron. take these off for me, won’t you? “ knee high black boots awaiting to be freed by her command. heel began to twirl in a circle while she awaited, head lifting slightly to see if he was going to.

[mtyscott]

when they arrived at calla’s room, he looked at her with strange curiosity as she flew away from his grasp. she sat at the edge of the bed— and god damn that bloody mini skirt. the image was exciting enough, but she took it even further by spreading her legs, for him. when did he get that lucky?

scotty whined, high pitched and unashamedly, like the air had been punched out of his lungs. when he snapped out of that daze, he finally walked towards her, slowly— trying so hard not to tackle her and just kiss her all at once. he really needed to learn some self-control, so he made an effort to keep it together, at least for now.

reaching out to firmly hold the back of her heel, he gently lifted her leg up, opening the long zipper smoothly. he coerced the boot to slide off of her leg, before letting it drop to the floor with a muffled thud— soon enough, the remaining pair was gone too.

a hand slid over the warm skin of her leg, heading north when he bent forward as to kiss her. though, scotty had other plans, so he ended up dropping to his knees instead— since there was a slight height difference between them, it made him face her properly.

he was still fairly close to calla’s face, panting quietly over her lips, teasing her with his hands resting on her thighs. mischief shone on his eyes as he went on to play along with their new game.

“ mm— m’lady, may i attend to your pleasure? . . . ” he purred— goofy robot impression gone altogether, he can imagine it would be a turn off and he does not need any of that. plus, his voice had already grown sultry with arousal, he was nearly vibrating. “ i would very much like worshipping you properly, if you’re amenable. ”

fingers dug daringly into her skin, and scotty kneaded his way higher— closer and closer, until his knuckles grazed over the center of her core, over the fabric.

deep down, scotty reckoned he was way out of practice in this particular field. not that he had many chances to practice anyways— but perhaps he shouldn’t be bragging too much. he just can’t help himself around calla, he really wants her to enjoy herself. still, he breathed shakily through his nose as he waited for her consent.

[startolda]

smug expression on her face at his remark. ginger hair cascades through the hatch as she watches him check the systems. yes- she probably should get down. head disappears for a moment as she readjusts herself, legs danging down & body getting lower until she lets go of the edge & drops carefully onto the stool he'd positioned there.

she looks down at his hand before turning & collecting her cane that had fallen over in the chaos. she leans against it, expression serious if it wasn't for the amusement alight in her eyes.

❛ i'm the doctor. is this your ship? ❜ another slow gaze around the place. no, she assumes not; a ship this big would require a large crew.

[mtyscott]

he retrieves his hand as soon as she shows no need for it, and awkwardly shuffles his feet as he steps back as to give her space.

“ the doctor? ” scotty echoes, even more confused. as if there weren’t more confusing matters at hand aside from the fact that she handled that situation like an experienced engineer. he scoffs a laugh. “ well, doctor who? ”

as he watches her glance around, he crosses his arms over his chest. she doesn’t look threatening at all, but he keeps an eye on her anyways.

“ oh, aye. ” he simply answers. a proud smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “ isn’t she a beauty? ”

[falling-for-a-fantasy]

Closed starter for @mtyscott

Thalia marched through the ship after checking the weapons system. It was the crack of dawn but she always found it easier to get a head start on the day. There were some minor calibration issues but this was clearly a problem beyond her training. She sighed in frustration as she looked around blending into the red uniforms much like her own before her eyes settled on someone she knew could fix her problem. "Mr Scott, could I possibly ask for your assistance?"

[mtyscott]

he blinked at the sudden sight of thalia— who had approached him with that same expression he had seen on many officers staring down a bit of uncooperative machinery. scotty took a generous sip from his cup of coffee, something told him it was about to be a long shift.

“ aye, lass. ” he said, setting the disposable cup aside before turning to face her fully. “ so, what’s the trouble then? don’t tell me it’s the weapons system’s actin’ up again. ”

he sighed, it certainly wouldn’t surprise him if that were the case— whatever calibration issue she had found, it would be sorted soon enough. no system on his ship stayed misaligned for long. not while he was on duty.

“ let’s have a look, shall we? ” he motioned for her to lead the way.

[etoilebleu]

brows shot up at his boldness, a string of breathy laughs leaving her while she stated his name in playful disbelief.

but gaze remained unwavering , hoping he’d understand, hoping he’d feel the same. she looked for any sign that would tell her differently, silently relieved there wasn’t one. calla knew that in her heart—there wouldn’t be. the quick beating of his heart that drummed against her fingertips proved that.

face flushes once more when he speaks, so overjoyed that she wasn’t sure how to react. “ well if you agree then you’re a normal amount of crazy, too..“ biting her lip while her smile curled at the corners. she loved the way he held her hand so close, how even the silliest, unimportant things she’d say seemed the utmost important to him. like she always had his full attention.

that was the thing about scotty. she felt so seen by him. face moved closer toward his at his admittance, eyes flickering from his own to his mouth. “ yeah? you think so..? I was beginning to worry you thought otherwise... “ she exhaled, voice heavy with sarcasm.

the hand he placed back near his collarbone slid up toward the back of his neck, anchoring her just a smidge closer while her breath ghosted over his.

“ …. you ready to go inside, im already yours? “ eyes lit up at her terrible joke, pressing a sensual kiss on his lips while her eyelids fluttered, lingering there for a moment. just to feel how he felt, the reassurance that this is what she wanted it to be.

when she opened her eyes, she pulled away from his ever so slightly, hands sliding up his form to hold his face. she looked more serious now, wanting to be direct. without the flirting and the games. “ …there’s no one else….promise. “

another quick kiss was given, a delighted hum vibrating against his mouth. the wine they shared tonight and how he tasted just mixed so well, or maybe she was biased. “ come on, then. I’ll peel you off the ground. “

[mtyscott]

he chuckled at her sarcastic claim. was he that obvious? surely— if it wasn’t for his shameless ways of showing interest in the clumsiest ways, it would probably have taken them longer to get here.

the hand that rested on her waist moved, almost simultaneously, to the small of her back in order to pull her closer. always mindful of the skirt she wore, though he tried hard not to think too much about it. he needed the blood flow to the head if he wanted to get up from the ground.

“ oi— ” it’s all he manages to say about her joke, before calla pulls him into a kiss. scotty hums his complaint against her lips, and it’s only a weak sound that dies down as soon as he reciprocates the affection.

when she pulled away, he opened his eyes, feeling her hands cupping his face. she reassured him with a serious tone, and he can only nod, but he appreciates it dearly. even when she leans closer to kiss him again, he breathes happily into it.

“ oh, you’re a darling. aren’t you— ” he accepts the help, and with an exaggerated groan (making himself heavy on purpose just to prank her), he’s able to stand up. though, he doesn’t let go of her yet— scotty fakes a yawn before he hangs both his arms around calla’s neck, pulling her back against him. then, he has to bow down just a little to reach her face from behind, where he nibbles playfully at her cheek.

“ take me to your sleeping unit, ” he gives his best impression of a robotic voice— yet his accent manages to remain intact, which only makes it sound more ridiculous.

[etoilebleu]

when his lips met hers, the kiss felt different than the ones they’d shared before. the ones that fell in the heat of the moment. the kisses that sealed their fate. this kiss felt like a sign of devotion. slow and savoring. freehand anchored around his neck while his kissed down her jaw and up the side of her face, smiling gently while she basked in his adoration for her.

calla can’t help how her smile grows wider when he pulls away, leaning into the hold he had on her to be as close as she could. she released an exhale from her nostrils while she chuckled, giving her head a shake. “ …you were never going to look at those stars, were you? “ he had more important plans. ones that were still sweet, regardless.

his next observation made her laugh harder, brows knitting together before she lowered her voice. “ oh, see—you’re just trying to get me inside. “ she joked, attempting to not ruin their soft moment, but she couldn’t help herself. It was a little cold—but nothing she couldn’t handle.

body rolled slightly into his touch while he adjusted her skirt, cozying up close to him while he held their hands between them. the smell of wine was shared between them, fingers combing at the nape of his neck while she stared into his eyes. how he watched every move she made and how loving his gaze was, just for her.

“ … can I say something really crazy? “ calla asked lowly, inhaling before proceeding anyway. “ I’ve never…. felt like this before with— anyone. “ blinking while she hesitated, looking up at him through his lashes. feeling incredibly vulnerable.

“ me and you…it kind of feels like… forever. “

surely he felt the same. the look in his eyes made her feel safe enough to admit it. “ like there could never be… anyone else. you just fit with me.. so right. “ would that scare him off?

[mtyscott]

“ pfft, no— not unless you wanna . . . ” he muttered with a seemingly innocent shrug, taking the blame if it meant he could hear her laugh again. she shifted slightly, and his hand slipped up her waist and rested on her side.

gaze flickering back up as she spoke, he raised his eyebrows, beckoning her to continue. curiously listening for what she had to say. he was suddenly hit with the weight of her words— and it is a bit scary, because scotty needs her to be right about that— he needs it to be true. so he decides to trust her, and clings to that belief for all he is got.

keeping her hand close to his chest, he lets out a sigh of relief— and for a lack of words, he hopes she can feel the way his heart is thumping inside his ribcage, but he tries anyway.

“ that is just the normal amount of crazy, i say . . . ” he bits his lip, as he caresses each one of her fingers, until they are intertwined with his own. there is a clear attempt at a joke, out of habit, but there is a heaviness to it that he soon expresses by pressing a tender kiss to her knuckles. “ well maybe we do belong together. after all . . . ”

with that, he lets the borrowed hand drop back to where it was, nested beneath the collar of his shirt, and offers a shy smile that could not even begin to convey how happy he feels.

“ there better not be anyone else, ” he added, jokingly. “ i’m already yours. ”

[etoilebleu]

another burst of laughter let her at his own outburst, eyes widening playfully while he lifted himself sightly to get a better look at her. she settled when his fingers reached toward her, calla keeping still while he brushed the hair from her face.

" oh, terrible. " she scoffed, brows furrowing. " I feel like I'm at your mercy. " the admittance making her blush even harder. usually she let it play out that it was the other way around--but it was different with scotty. it felt safe.

" yeah, figure it's a bit like we're chained together, isn't it? " fate, unable to deny the other, gaze sparkled up at him, the words her heart wanted to say heavy within them. scotty wasn't interested in looking at the stars at all it seemed. but it didn't matter--he seemed fulfilled nonetheless.

" ...I come up here and invite you to stargaze with me and you haven't looked at those stars once. something so beautiful, way more beautiful than me---" her palm trailed his jaw, feeling the heat in his cheeks. amusement sparkled in her gaze, clear that she was pretending to be upset.

her voice got quieter, dark eyes searching his features. there was something between them. something that felt like it was growing by the minute. it was overwhelming, on the tip of her tongue and in the way he looked at her. "...and you want to ask if you can kiss me ? "

her freehand joined the other side of his jaw, a breath ghosting over his lips before she gave him a nod, quickly pulling him closer toward her.

[mtyscott]

she has a point there, though he makes a note to come up with something else than ‘chained up’ to describe what they have going on. right now, he is attempting to breathe normally as he waits for an answer.

for a brief moment, he is worried about having messed up the tenderness of the moment, but as he feels a hand trailing down the side of his face towards his jaw, he catches the spark in her eyes. scotty would argue that statement, but he just places a hand above her’s, and hopes that is enough of an objection.

“ so . . . ’s that a yes? ” he asked, a bit puzzled. in retrospect, to compare her with the stars would be even most likely unfair for the stars. thus, pointless— no pun intended.

scotty almost chuckles at his own internal ramble, when he gets suddenly pulled forward. as soon as their lips meet, he melts into it. shifting lightly, he cups her face with a cold hand, delighted to feel the warmth of her skin seeping through him. the lingering taste of wine in her mouth is almost as overwhelming as the scent of her perfume.

there is something different about this particular kiss, and it’s the fact that there is no rush this time— though, it does not lack urgency, by any means. scotty takes his time to lavish her properly, or as devotedly as he can while dazed with her.

he pulls back for a moment, only to press a long lasting kiss into the corner of her mouth, which ends up trailing all the way down to the edge of her jaw, and up to the plains of her temple.

“ i’ve been wanting to do that all night, ” he mutters, before laying back down next to calla, except now he is on his side. scotty reaches to gently grab her hand, and holds it close. from this perspective, he is suddenly reminded of her attire. “ well look at that— you’re not cold, are you? y’gonna get bloody frostbite. ”

and with that, he is clumsily trying to smooth the fabric of her skirt down as much as he can. the air is getting chilly as it would on a spring night on earth, but he worries anyway, he hasn’t brought a coat.

[mtyscott]

drops these & runs away.

[etoilebleu]

“ and if you keep indulging me… then I’ll do it again. “ she chuckled mischievously, amusement glittering in her eyes watching him slowly lower himself down like some old man. she took a second to adjust her skirt, getting herself comfortable while scotty laid down as close as he could.

head turned to watch him cross his legs dramatically, allowing him to take her hand in his. calla smirked quietly, gaze returning back up toward the sky since they seemed settled.

but scotty spoke yet again, an amused huff escaping her while she shook her head. she spoke too soon about being settled. gaze turned toward him, warmth residing within them with a warm smile to match. her hand squeezed his, a louder laugh escaping her this time while he rolled himself closer.

“ tell me. “ she mumbled, cheeks flush from his affection and probably the wine. his answer didn’t surprise her, because she could see exactly how that was. the sentiment was sweet, breath getting caught in her throat while she took in his features.

“ oh definitely. ‘cept im the one blushing now, aren’t I? “

but what exactly was he trying to say? she patiently looked over at him through her lashes, free hand rubbing at whatever part of him she could.

and then he came out with it, calla flushing a deeper shade in the dark of night. heart fluttered wildly at his admittance, the outspoken woman suddenly a tad bashful on the question at hand.

she was quiet for a few moments, letting what he’d just said sink in. it resonated deep within her soul, to be adored like no one had before. lips curled into a bigger smile, hand moving to caress what she could reach of his face.

“ ….what? that you were the one for me? “ calla scoffed playfully, a string of chuckles following. “ oh definitely. I’d been trying to set a trap for you to get near me for weeks. “

[mtyscott]

surprisingly, he fell silent for a moment, as if processing that last part through the dizzying sound of her laugh. “ . . . a TRAP?! ”

he turned dramatically, lifting himself from the ground enough to look down at her. surely, she was exaggerating the details, but he went along with his act. though his tone of voice went back to normal, and he reached out to brush a strand of hair off of her face. his hand lingered perhaps a little longer.

“ how’s that working out for you, miss day? ” he had asked, most casually, if not a bit coyly. scotty took pride in the way she blushed. it was rewarding considering it was usually the other way around for them. he is certainly enjoying the sight. “ i’d say you got your way, but i didn’t exactly play hard to get with you. ”

scotty is not even sure he is capable of doing such a thing in the first place. he still wonders about what about him stood out so much to her. yet, he would rather go on without knowing, not wanting to screw it for both of them. he has done self sabotaging enough to know how it all ends. so he settles for this, staring at her moon-lit face through heavy eyelids, embracing the boldness wine momentarily blessed him with.

despite the buzz being invigorating, he does not say what goes through his mind then. perhaps it is too soon, and he does not want to scare her off by rushing things, it might not come off as genuine as he intended for it to be.

“ . . . can i kiss you? ” he hears himself pleading softly instead, still hovering over her side, breathing shakily close to her lips. and he turns a darker shade of pink for having the nerve to ask for such a thing knowing he had gone further than that, but right then, it feels right to do so.

[etoilebleu]

their questions to get to know one another over their dinner threw them further and further into the love affair they found themselves in, the night carrying on and the wine continuing to pour.

the talk about his family made her wonder if they’d even like someone like her—since they were bound to meet eventually… if this kept going the way it was going.

dinner was served and calla and scotty had made it back to her hotel, the engineer having the brilliant idea that they should finish off the evening on the rooftop. where this planet was in this galaxy, it had the most beautiful view. some of the stars clustered together like a rainbow.

calla followed him to the railing, enjoying the breeze through her hair and the noises of the evening. she chuckled at his exclamation, hand finding his while she looked down at the cityscape.

she buzzed with all the alcohol in her system, giving a heavy exhale while her gaze turned upward. “ yeah—but that’s different. “ she teased, gently pulling at his arm for him to follow. “ oh come on, it’s beautiful out here. “ letting go to place herself on the hard metal ground, back flat against it while she looked up at it all. she impatiently patted the spot beside her, lifting her head slightly to watch while he stood before her momentarily.

“ indulge me in this. be stupidly romantic with me and just stargaze ! “ she grinned wickedly, brown eyes almost as bright as the sky above her, with all of them glimmering within them, pleading. head rested back against the ground, freehand placed across her stomach. It was a lovely way to end their evening, leaving room for more vulnerability with one another.

“ ….and don’t worry if you can’t get back up, I think I’m strong enough to drag you in. “ of course she couldn’t help but make a joke, either.

[mtyscott]

“ aye, last time i indulged you with somethin’ i ended up with scratch marks all o’er my back. ” he teased, still standing beside her lying body. the thought of calla actually being able to drag him was hilarious enough to make him chuckle.

scotty sat by her side, carefully supporting himself with his elbows until he lay down completely. the exposed skin of his arms touching hers. warm and soft against the cold material below, it made him shudder. maybe he would never get used to their proximity.

stargaze. of course, that’s what she proposed. scotty tried— he really did, to look up at the night sky without trying to steal side glances in her direction. and how could he ever say no to those big brown eyes, when they looked at him with such brilliant mischief? hell, he would throw himself off of the building if she asked him.

getting comfortable despite the faint ache on his back, he crossed his legs with a comically loud sigh. the hand that wasn’t glued to calla’s, rested over his chest. as the silence stretched, scotty only grew more impatient. not that he wasn’t enjoying this, wine usually made him feel restless.

“ y’know what this reminds me of? ” he slurred softly, almost dreamily, head turning lightly to nuzzle against her hair. upon realizing he blabbered nonsense, he started again, slower this time. “ do you kno’ what this reminds me of? the time you made me get under the panel an’ check what you’ve done with the sensors. ”

certainly, the landscape was not so different from that one, he thought. scotty loved well-done engineering work as much as he loved the vastness of space, though, his attention was somewhere else now. not even the foreign array of stars above them would be enough to make him look away.

“ i think that was the moment i knew, ” scotty sighed again, holding calla’s hand close, forehead resting against her temple. at a moment like that, he wished he had a better way with words. “ did you, n— you kno’? i knew. ”

[piranhapartyl]

some aos scotty

[mtyscott]

@ensnchekov sent﹕ ❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

“ aye. that’s the spirit, laddie. ” scotty proudly patted the young man’s back, giving his shoulder a light shake for good measure before sitting down beside him— carefully as to not miscalculate the seat. he was only a bit tipsy by then. he had been nurturing a half-full bottle of scotch this whole time— and god knows he is a generous man, he was more than happy to pour a glass for chekov. the lad deserved it, after all they have been through recently.

“ there you go, ” he rasped, as he gently slid chekov’s glass in his direction. pouring some for himself too, scotty turned to face him, raising his own glass. “ here’s to— well, here’s to you, lad. ”

[mtyscott]

@therapardalis sent﹕ ❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

glancing up from where he was crouched, he offered a twitchy smile. there was no doubt about that last part. still, he turned back to the tangle of wires and molten circuits in front of him, hoping it wouldn't come to blows with anyone— at least not yet. the room was oddly quiet.

“ well that’s reassuring, ” he said, the often humourous tone of his voice had a hint of honesty this time. “ and perhaps a bit intimidating. ”

they needed to get out of that planet's orbit as soon as possible. the magnetic field was strong and not only was it damaging the navigation system, but it also messed with the crew’s head. luckily for everyone, the chief engineer still had his wits about him.

“ i appreciate it, ” he muttered, briefly looking at her before getting back to the task at hand.