#yellowshirtedchekov

[fleshism-blog]

@ {{However you want to work this, honestly.}}

Warm. He’s warm and small and he drapes his arm over him as the brunette manages to curl into him even more so than he had been. The room is dark and he presses his chin to the top of the other’s head, speaking lowly, not wanting to jostle the atmosphere by much.

"Tell me, do you even need your own bed? It seems we spend more time in mine then in yours, hm?"

But even as he says it he’s running his hands along the others back, trying to be comforting in some way lest he be mistaken in his actions. After all, he wasn’t sure where they stood, and being the one to lose it all, he wasn’t willing to push to find out.

[mxdveditsa-archives]

+ yellow-shirted-chekov

Winter had settled heavily at the Shatterdome of Vladivostok. Luckily, the residents of such a place were hardier than most.

New interns had already settled in the snow covered facility. Snow had blanketed every corner of the outside and yet trucks were still able to reach place to place with ease; unlike other Shatterdomes, snow deterred the Russians the least.

It was on a day like this that Sasha felt ever so slightly maternal over the interns. She was that age once. Hell, she had a life at their age, she was out having fun at their age while she was fighting a war - but also out having fun; if a little less.

"I brought you a warm drink, детеныш" cub. She smirks, placing a tray of warm drinks onto the makeshift table. "How are you settling in?"

If there was a group of people Sasha was vaguely nice to, it was Valdivostok's interns.

[sunspotnitentia]

"I'll carry you."

Injury II [Starter Sentences]

"No offense, Chekov, but I think I’m a bit heavy for you to carry all the way back."

[meingottlieb]

returningfromdeath, gipsy-d, mindmeldedwithaliens, yellow-shirted-chekov

Goodness. I stepped away from my computer for an hour, and a lot of you have shown up in the mean time. Hello.

[kiree-torakay]

"I need a hug." pstheyimonthebusimonmyway

Kiree smiled and wrapped her arms around the Russian's neck, pulling him into a tight hug. "What's wrong, my Pasha?" she asked, placing a loving kiss on his cheek.

//ok bby

[kiree-torakay]

(fever) Pavel wrung out the excess water from the cloth, leaving it cold and damp. With an armful of medicines, a container of water clean, and several other supplies, he made his way back to the bedroom, where he set them down accordingly and placed the cloth over her forehead, smoothing back her hair with a free hand. "Zere. Now, you take zese." He asked, holding out a dose of pills, a cup of water in the other hand.

Kiree raised herself a little, carefully taking the cup and swallowing the pills, with only a little difficulty. Once finished, she rested back against the pillows and slowly starting to feel better, though the heat that consumed her head took longer to lessen. "Th-Thank you, Pasha.." she said, voice weak and face flushed.

[scottsdefyingphysics]

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//…maybe >//<

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[kiree-torakay]

yellow-shirted-chekov

Pavel frowned, then shortly after his eyes widened as he looked at the object. He slowly walked out of the bathroom, pregnancy test in hand. "Ree..." He started hesitantly. "Eez...eez zis...yours?"

Kiree looked up at the ensign, opening her mouth to reply when her eyes traveled to the object in his hand and she quickly closed it. Heat crept across her cheeks and she averted her gaze, letting her long bangs shield her face from view.  "Yes..." she breathed after a long pause. "It's m-mine."