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seren_ccdTitle: I Love it When a Plan... Oh, you know the rest
Fandom: Star Trek 2009/The A-Team (film)
Ship: Christine Chapel/Face, Kirk/McCoy, Christine’s Grandmother/?
Word Count: 3743
Rating: ADULT, M, R,
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
A/N: I have no excuse for this. I thought it might be fun for Christine to meet Face from The A-Team, because Bradley Cooper is hot and Christine deserves a good night out. And apparently, Helen Mirren is going to be in this film being a BAMF and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aj mentioned she could be Christine Chapel’s grandmother. I then said why not bring Liam Neeson into it?
This is the direct result. I have no shame and I am owning this thing. Darn it. Sooo....
Summary: Christine Chapel? Meet the ‘Faceman’.
Not for the first time, Christine was contemplating revenge.
Grandmother is so going to answer for this, Christine thought as she looked around the busy and noisy club. She took a sip of her hideous cocktail and gritted her teeth as the strap of her short, blue dress slipped off her shoulder. Again.
The club was actually one of many on a street in the middle of the space resort town of Sandiva located on the planet Gemini V. The planet was known for it’s many different styles of resorts and was ideal for shore leave.
Christine had been delighted to have the three day break while the Enterprise underwent some repairs, and when it was discovered that her grandmother happened to be vacationing on the planet, well, it was an easy decision.
Their first day together had been spent talking and wandering in and out of shops. When her grandmother had suggested Christine do something a little different, maybe go dancing, or drink some fancy cocktails, Christine, for some reason, thought this sounded like a great idea.
She was now seriously reconsidering the idea. She’d already fended off come-on’s from several beings that were juvenile at best and creepy at worst.
But, as much as Christine wanted to blame her grandmother for being the reason she was in this ridiculous place, she knew perfectly well that she had wanted to do something different and that if Christine was having a lousy time, she only had herself to blame.
After the absurd experience with Roger and the whole I’m-actually-an-android-isn’t-that-amazing-wait-what -do-you-mean-it’s-weird? debacle, Christine had sworn off dating and relationships. And had been doing just fine, thank you very much.
However...
She took another sip and didn’t bother to cringe at the overly sweet burn on her tongue.
Well, the fact was, Christine hadn’t had sex in a while.
A long while.
Too long.
In fact, there were days she wasn’t completely sure she remembered what went where.
Yes, it’s true, ladies and gentlemen, Christine thought, the corners of her mouth turned down. I have come to this place in order to get laid. On the direct orders of my grandmother no less.
She downed her drink.
After another look around the club, she rolled her eyes and decided that enough was enough, she was going back to her room. It had been a dumb idea to begin with and at least her room had actual running water with a bathtub.
Christine had only taken two steps in the direction of the door, when her elbow was grabbed by someone saying loudly, “So sorry I’m late, honey. It was almost impossible to get here.” Then she was whirled around and deposited back at the small table she had just left. Her jaw dropped and she glared at the man who had just manhandled her.
She narrowed her eyes and started to tell the guy exactly what her could do with the hand still holding onto her, when he said through the big smile on his face, “Please, I’m trying to lose some guys on my tail, just play along for a minute.”
“I beg your pardon?” Christine asked edging away.
“You look gorgeous, darling,” he said loudly tracing a line over her clasped fist, “I’ve always loved that color on you,” then in a low voice, “Please, just another minute, then I’ll leave you alone.”
Christine took a moment to look him over. Tall, blond, tan, a brilliant smile with a layer of stubble gracing his lower jaw, and wearing what looked like a rather expensive suit. A little voice in Christine’s head's piped up with Oh, heck, why not? and decided to play along.
“Well, sweetie, I did pick this dress out specifically for you,” she said sweetly and gave him a doting smile.
The only clue that he was at all surprised was the slight widening of his eyes and the loosening of his grip on her elbow.
“Believe me, I certainly appreciate it,” he said looking her up and down. His eyes darted behind him and Christine saw two guys dressed all in black come in and look around.
“Friends of yours?” she asked only slightly surprised he seemed to be telling the truth.
“Not exactly,” he said leaning closer and ducking his head. “I don’t normally do this...”
Christine laughed. “Which bit? The coming on to a girl or creating an elaborate scam to come on to a girl?”
“Hey,” he said with a small grin. “I don’t need a scam to get a lady’s attention.”
“I bet you normally just flash those baby blues at her and she swoons delicately into your arms,” she said.
“Well, sometimes I just smile,” he said. “And it’s not always a swoon. Sometimes it’s more of a languid draping of limbs.”
Christine grinned and she wondered why something about him seemed so familiar. Then she caught sight of the two goons in black making their way over. “Don’t look now, but I think your playmates are headed this way.”
His eyes hardened and his lips tightened, but so briefly, Christine wasn’t completely sure she saw the change. Then he said, “Well, I really hate to impose on your good nature, but...”
His hand slid up from her elbow to cup the back of her neck and he leaned in and covered her mouth with his.
Christine knew she should have seen that coming, but it still surprised her and she gasped a little. He took the advantage and deepened the kiss. The little voice spoke up again in Christine’s head and said, very loudly, Kiss him back! So, Christine slid her tongue alongside his and put her hand strategically on the side of his face effectively shielding him from discovery.
She wondered if it was her strategic face-cupping or the fact that she was actively kissing him back that made him groan happily and kiss her even more enthusiastically.
After several breathless minutes, he pulled back. His eyes automatically searched their surroundings and then her face.
Christine pressed her lips together and wondered at her sanity, but admitted that it had been a very, very, very long time since she’d been kissed like that.
“I think,” he said with an unsteady voice. He cleared his throat. “I think they’ve gone.”
“Right,” Christine said with a nod. “You’d better be on your way.”
“Hey, now, the least I can do is buy you a drink,” he said massaging the back of her neck.
“Well, you have, as you said, imposed on me, so really, it’s only fair,” she said.
He smiled and the urge to trace the curve of his lips with her fingers slammed into her chest. Taking a deep breath and gathering up her courage, Christine then said, “Or you could save your credits and try out the mini-bar in my room.”
He raised his eyebrows and his mouth twitched. “Are you sure about that? I honestly wasn’t looking for an invitation.”
Christine raised a single eyebrow and gave him an incredulous look that rivalled Leonard McCoy’s. He chuckled and looked down. “Yeah, you’re right, I definitely was hoping for an invitation. But, only to get off the street for a while, nothing else needs to happen.”
“I appreciate that,” Christine said ignoring the swooping butterflies in her stomach, “But what if I want something to happen?”
He met her eyes and said, “Then it will.”
Christine felt her body flush and something deep inside her tightened and curled.
There was only one thing left to say.
“My room’s on the thirtieth floor.”
The second the doors slid shut, Christine found herself pressed hard against the elevator wall, being energetically kissed.
His hands were tangled in her hair and his chest flat against her breasts. She grabbed onto his shoulders and rocked her pelvis against him. His response was to smooth a hand down her side and hitch her leg up over his hip.
The elevator chimed at the eighteenth floor and sheepishly, they separated, as one of the members of the hotel staff got on with an amused expression on his face.
Christine bit her lip and stared at the floor numbers as they steadily climbed upwards. She shivered as his fingers danced along her lower back, then down over her bottom to play with the hem of her dress. As they reached the twenty-seventh floor, one finger slid under the hem and lightly ghosted the back of her thigh.
When the elevator reached thirty, they were out and heading down the hallway so fast, Christine almost tripped in her heels. At the door to her room, she fumbled with the lock as his hands slid around her to splay on her stomach and then slide up to cup her breasts. She moaned as he kissed the length of her throat.
The doors finally slid open and they stumbled into her room. As Christine turned around and threaded her hands in his hair, pulling his mouth to hers, she thanked numerous deities for getting a room of her own and not sharing with her gran. They clumsily walked towards the bed and fell onto it in a tumble of laughter and flailing legs. Christine grabbed the bottom of his shirt and yanked it up over his head. She smoothed her hands over his chest and abdomen, grinning as he shivered when her fingers reached the top of his trousers.
Reaching down and grabbing both her hands in one of his, he grinned and said, “My turn.”
He pinned her hands above her head and starting at her knee, he slid his free hand up over her thigh, under her dress. His hand was warm and his calluses added a roughness that only served to heighten the sensations of being touched. The material started to bunch and Christine’s body was revealed slowly as his hand went higher. When he reached her breast, Christine was breathing heavily and squirming under his body. He leaned down and kissed her gently.
He let her hands go and she raised herself up as he pulled her dress off and flung it away. Her bra followed quickly and she gasped when his mouth found her breasts. She pressed his head to her chest as his tongue teased her softly. Christine arched her back as his lips closed around her nipple and he suckled hard.
She dragged her foot up his still clothed leg and shifted underneath him. They both groaned when his length came into contact with her. He raised himself up and off, tearing at the front of his trousers. Christine snickered as he swore at the clasp giving him trouble. He winked at her as she pulled her panties off and threw them to the floor. His eyes raked over her body and she felt every nerve ending stand at attention as she returned the favor and looked at him.
His hands smoothed up her calves to her knees, she bent them automatically and let him spread them. He knelt on the bed between her legs and kissed her stomach, between her breasts, her clavicle, ending up at her mouth.
Christine smiled at the feel of him hard against her and rolled her hips. He groaned and chuckled at the same time.
“Careful,” he said. “It’s kind of trigger-happy at the moment.”
“Mmmm, I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said running her hands down his back to cup his very well-defined backside.
He grinned right before kissing her. As they kissed, he adjusted his hips to let his cock drag down her center. She moaned into the kiss and pulled him closer. He rocked against her a few times, and then pulled back and slid into her. Christine made a sound of relief and pleasure at the feel of him filling her utterly.
“So tight, fuck, so gorgeous,” he said pressing his forehead to hers, his eyes squeezed shut.
“Move,” she said tilting her head up to suck at his lower lip. “Please, please move. God.”
His eyes opened and he looked at her. A grin spread across his face and he kissed the tip of her nose. He reached down and pressed a hand firmly on her hip, holding her still. Christine glared at him.
“You want me to move?” he asked “Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she said. “I want you to move.”
He thrust his hips shallowly, barely pulling out, before pushing back in. “Like that?” he asked.
“No, more,” Christine said her nails digging into his lower back.
His mouth hovered next to her ear as he whispered, “I want to hear you say it.”
Something inside Christine flared up and she pulled away to meet his eyes and very clearly, said, “I want you to fuck me. Now.”
A smile that spread across his face as he said, “I thought you’d never ask.”
He pulled his hips back and then slammed them forwards. Christine cried out in a mix of pleasure and something that felt like triumph. Planting her feet firmly on the bed, she met his thrusts with rolls of her hips. He grinned against her lips and In a swift move rolled them over so she was on top. Christine sat up and rode him smoothly while his hands roamed over her body.
She felt her orgasm begin and her movements sharpened. Christine closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of him inside her, his hands on her waist, his voice urging her on, telling her how beautiful she was, how tight, how perfect, how sweet...
Christine’s orgasm tore through her. Her head fell back as her body tightened and bolts of electricity sparked along nerves she’d forgotten she possessed.
“Fucking beautiful,” he said between gritted teeth. Still shuddering with aftershocks, she looked down and brushed her fingertips over his nipples. He pulled her hips down harshly as he jerked up into her as he came.
Christine fell forward onto his chest, her body shivering with sensations, her knees aching and with him still inside her. He hugged her to him and they lay quietly as the sweat cooled on their bodies.
“I don’t suppose you have a name?” he asked.
Christine smiled. They had finally separated and she lay stretched out next to him, his hand on her hip lazily tracing circles on her skin.
“It’s Christine. Christine Chapel,” she said. “And you?”
“Oh, ah, David,” he said.
“You don’t really look like a David,” she said. “You remind me more of a nickname kind of guy. Like say, ‘Faceman’.”
His hand stilled and Christine wondered if she had just said something stupid. She raised her head and looked him in the eyes. “Your tattoo? On your arm. Only the Rangers have them. And I thought you looked familiar earlier in the club.”
He didn’t say anything just stared at her with a blank expression.
“I’m not going to turn you in,” she said. “Everyone knows the charges are bogus. No one I know actually believes you all did it.”
Face cleared his throat. “Just what is it you do, Christine?”
“I’m a nurse,” she said. “On the Enterprise.”
“Starfleet’s flagship?” he said, his expression still blank. “Impressive.”
Christine shrugged. “I like it.”
“So, what reassurances do I have that you’re not going to turn me in?” he asked.
“Well, none, I suppose,” she said. “But, look at me. I’m hardly the mata-hari type.”
His expression finally relaxed and he rubbed a hand over his face. “Wow. This is not my week. I can usually spot a Starfleet officer in a heartbeat.”
“Well, to be fair, we don’t usually go around in clubs of ill-repute wearing ridiculously short dresses,” she said.
“Hey, I liked that ridiculously short dress,” he said letting a grin through. His hand started to caress her hip again. “What are you doing on Gemini V?”
“Shore leave with my grandmother, believe it or not,” she said. “This was her idea.”
“What?”
She waved a hand indicating their naked bodies. Face raised his brows. “Your grandmother wanted you to get laid?”
Christine groaned and nodded, burying her face in his chest. He laughed. “Wow, I like her already.”
After a few minutes of silence, Christine asked, “So, is this the point where you let me fall asleep and then you disappear into the night?”
“Is that what you want me to do?”
“Is that what you should do?”
“Probably,” Face said. “But, funnily enough, I’ve got to meet someone in the morning at the cafe on the corner and it would be such a hassle to walk all the way back to my place and then back when I could just, you know, stay close by.”
He maneuvered them so that Christine was beneath him and she smiled at the feel of him hardening against her. “Well, what do you know? I’m meeting my grandmother at that very cafe. Clearly, you staying would be the most practical thing to do.”
“That’s me,” Face said before kissing her. “Mr. Practical.”
Early the next morning, after a shower together that instead of saving time had only wasted large quantities water, Face and Christine walked over to the cafe. Just before reaching it, Face stopped her.
“Look, I know we covered this last night, but,” he said.
“Face,” Christine said putting her hand on his chest. “I believe in you guys. I’m not telling anyone. I promise you.”
He nodded and kissed the side of her throat, then he murmured against her skin, “If you’re ever in trouble, you know. I’m around.”
Christine smiled. “Thank you.”
Face smiled back and with a nod of his head, she walked ahead of him and into the cafe. She felt the tips of his fingers graze her lower back in farewell. Her throat felt tight, but Christine kept going.
She saw her grandmother sitting at a table by the window with a coy look on her face saying good-bye to a very tall gentleman with silver hair. He bowed over her hand and kissed the back of it. Christine couldn’t honestly remember the last time she saw her grandmother blush, but she was doing it now.
As Christine approached she heard the gentleman say, “No, believe me, the pleasure was all mine.”
Christine’s grandmother smiled. He turned away and when he saw Christine he gave her a nod. She recognized him immediately and barely managed a nod in return. She felt rather than saw him go join Face at a small table in the back.
“Oh, good morning, Christine,” her grandmother said.
“Morning, Gran.” She leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “And who was that?”
“Oh, just a--friend,” her grandmother said. “I’ve already ordered tea for us.”
“Thank you. A friend, you say?”
“Mmmm, just a friend.” Her grandmother looked at her. “And who was that young man you walked in with?”
“A friend,” Christine said slowly. Then she asked, “Grandmother, what have you been up to?”
“I think the better questions is, what have you been up to? All night?” her grandmother countered.
They stared each other.
Christine finally said, “This is probably one of those times where sharing isn’t truly necessary.”
“I agree. Let’s just say we had lovely evenings and leave it at that,” her grandmother said with a decisive nod.
“Sounds good to me,” Christine said. Their tea arrived and they two ladies prepared their individual cups.
They were taking their first sips when the captain and Dr McCoy entered the cafe.
“I told you it was them, Bones,” Kirk said. “Ladies.”
“Well, hello gentlemen,” her grandmother said with a smile. “How lovely to see you.”
“Good morning, Mrs Chapel,” Kirk said with a grin as he leaned in and kissed her cheek. McCoy simply nodded and said, “Ma’am.”
“Please join us,” she said. The two men pulled chairs over and Christine smiled at how relaxed the two looked. Their shore leave together must have done wonders for their relationship and Christine felt a genuine sense of warmth towards them.
Kirk caught her eye and smiled back. Then his eyes widened. “Chris? Are you... Are you glowing?”
The sense of warmth fled.
“Captain, with all due respect,” Christine said, “Shut up.”
Kirk held a hand to his chest in mock outrage and McCoy glared.
“Leave my head nurse alone, Jim,” he said. Then he gave Christine a once over and frowned. “Wait, he’s right. You’re glowing.”
Christine rolled her eyes. “So are you, Len. Let it go.”
Kirk laughed while McCoy blushed and Christine’s grandmother hid her smile with her teacup.
Just then, Face and his ‘friend’ left the cafe. He caught Christine’s eye and gave her a quick wink.
“Who the hell was that?” McCoy asked.
“A guy,” Christine said.
“A guy? Since when do you know guys?””
“Excuse me? I’m more than capable of knowing guys,” Christine said.
“He was kind of pretty,” Kirk said. “You know, almost too pretty. Who looks like that?”
Everyone at the table looked at him. He looked back. “What?”
McCoy shook his head. “I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere before.”
“Perhaps he just has one of those faces,” Christine’s grandmother said.
Christine smiled into her teacup.
Fandom: Star Trek 2009/The A-Team (film)
Ship: Christine Chapel/Face, Kirk/McCoy, Christine’s Grandmother/?
Word Count: 3743
Rating: ADULT, M, R,
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
A/N: I have no excuse for this. I thought it might be fun for Christine to meet Face from The A-Team, because Bradley Cooper is hot and Christine deserves a good night out. And apparently, Helen Mirren is going to be in this film being a BAMF and
aj mentioned she could be Christine Chapel’s grandmother. I then said why not bring Liam Neeson into it?This is the direct result. I have no shame and I am owning this thing. Darn it. Sooo....
Summary: Christine Chapel? Meet the ‘Faceman’.
Not for the first time, Christine was contemplating revenge.
Grandmother is so going to answer for this, Christine thought as she looked around the busy and noisy club. She took a sip of her hideous cocktail and gritted her teeth as the strap of her short, blue dress slipped off her shoulder. Again.
The club was actually one of many on a street in the middle of the space resort town of Sandiva located on the planet Gemini V. The planet was known for it’s many different styles of resorts and was ideal for shore leave.
Christine had been delighted to have the three day break while the Enterprise underwent some repairs, and when it was discovered that her grandmother happened to be vacationing on the planet, well, it was an easy decision.
Their first day together had been spent talking and wandering in and out of shops. When her grandmother had suggested Christine do something a little different, maybe go dancing, or drink some fancy cocktails, Christine, for some reason, thought this sounded like a great idea.
She was now seriously reconsidering the idea. She’d already fended off come-on’s from several beings that were juvenile at best and creepy at worst.
But, as much as Christine wanted to blame her grandmother for being the reason she was in this ridiculous place, she knew perfectly well that she had wanted to do something different and that if Christine was having a lousy time, she only had herself to blame.
After the absurd experience with Roger and the whole I’m-actually-an-android-isn’t-that-amazing-wait-what -do-you-mean-it’s-weird? debacle, Christine had sworn off dating and relationships. And had been doing just fine, thank you very much.
However...
She took another sip and didn’t bother to cringe at the overly sweet burn on her tongue.
Well, the fact was, Christine hadn’t had sex in a while.
A long while.
Too long.
In fact, there were days she wasn’t completely sure she remembered what went where.
Yes, it’s true, ladies and gentlemen, Christine thought, the corners of her mouth turned down. I have come to this place in order to get laid. On the direct orders of my grandmother no less.
She downed her drink.
After another look around the club, she rolled her eyes and decided that enough was enough, she was going back to her room. It had been a dumb idea to begin with and at least her room had actual running water with a bathtub.
Christine had only taken two steps in the direction of the door, when her elbow was grabbed by someone saying loudly, “So sorry I’m late, honey. It was almost impossible to get here.” Then she was whirled around and deposited back at the small table she had just left. Her jaw dropped and she glared at the man who had just manhandled her.
She narrowed her eyes and started to tell the guy exactly what her could do with the hand still holding onto her, when he said through the big smile on his face, “Please, I’m trying to lose some guys on my tail, just play along for a minute.”
“I beg your pardon?” Christine asked edging away.
“You look gorgeous, darling,” he said loudly tracing a line over her clasped fist, “I’ve always loved that color on you,” then in a low voice, “Please, just another minute, then I’ll leave you alone.”
Christine took a moment to look him over. Tall, blond, tan, a brilliant smile with a layer of stubble gracing his lower jaw, and wearing what looked like a rather expensive suit. A little voice in Christine’s head's piped up with Oh, heck, why not? and decided to play along.
“Well, sweetie, I did pick this dress out specifically for you,” she said sweetly and gave him a doting smile.
The only clue that he was at all surprised was the slight widening of his eyes and the loosening of his grip on her elbow.
“Believe me, I certainly appreciate it,” he said looking her up and down. His eyes darted behind him and Christine saw two guys dressed all in black come in and look around.
“Friends of yours?” she asked only slightly surprised he seemed to be telling the truth.
“Not exactly,” he said leaning closer and ducking his head. “I don’t normally do this...”
Christine laughed. “Which bit? The coming on to a girl or creating an elaborate scam to come on to a girl?”
“Hey,” he said with a small grin. “I don’t need a scam to get a lady’s attention.”
“I bet you normally just flash those baby blues at her and she swoons delicately into your arms,” she said.
“Well, sometimes I just smile,” he said. “And it’s not always a swoon. Sometimes it’s more of a languid draping of limbs.”
Christine grinned and she wondered why something about him seemed so familiar. Then she caught sight of the two goons in black making their way over. “Don’t look now, but I think your playmates are headed this way.”
His eyes hardened and his lips tightened, but so briefly, Christine wasn’t completely sure she saw the change. Then he said, “Well, I really hate to impose on your good nature, but...”
His hand slid up from her elbow to cup the back of her neck and he leaned in and covered her mouth with his.
Christine knew she should have seen that coming, but it still surprised her and she gasped a little. He took the advantage and deepened the kiss. The little voice spoke up again in Christine’s head and said, very loudly, Kiss him back! So, Christine slid her tongue alongside his and put her hand strategically on the side of his face effectively shielding him from discovery.
She wondered if it was her strategic face-cupping or the fact that she was actively kissing him back that made him groan happily and kiss her even more enthusiastically.
After several breathless minutes, he pulled back. His eyes automatically searched their surroundings and then her face.
Christine pressed her lips together and wondered at her sanity, but admitted that it had been a very, very, very long time since she’d been kissed like that.
“I think,” he said with an unsteady voice. He cleared his throat. “I think they’ve gone.”
“Right,” Christine said with a nod. “You’d better be on your way.”
“Hey, now, the least I can do is buy you a drink,” he said massaging the back of her neck.
“Well, you have, as you said, imposed on me, so really, it’s only fair,” she said.
He smiled and the urge to trace the curve of his lips with her fingers slammed into her chest. Taking a deep breath and gathering up her courage, Christine then said, “Or you could save your credits and try out the mini-bar in my room.”
He raised his eyebrows and his mouth twitched. “Are you sure about that? I honestly wasn’t looking for an invitation.”
Christine raised a single eyebrow and gave him an incredulous look that rivalled Leonard McCoy’s. He chuckled and looked down. “Yeah, you’re right, I definitely was hoping for an invitation. But, only to get off the street for a while, nothing else needs to happen.”
“I appreciate that,” Christine said ignoring the swooping butterflies in her stomach, “But what if I want something to happen?”
He met her eyes and said, “Then it will.”
Christine felt her body flush and something deep inside her tightened and curled.
There was only one thing left to say.
“My room’s on the thirtieth floor.”
The second the doors slid shut, Christine found herself pressed hard against the elevator wall, being energetically kissed.
His hands were tangled in her hair and his chest flat against her breasts. She grabbed onto his shoulders and rocked her pelvis against him. His response was to smooth a hand down her side and hitch her leg up over his hip.
The elevator chimed at the eighteenth floor and sheepishly, they separated, as one of the members of the hotel staff got on with an amused expression on his face.
Christine bit her lip and stared at the floor numbers as they steadily climbed upwards. She shivered as his fingers danced along her lower back, then down over her bottom to play with the hem of her dress. As they reached the twenty-seventh floor, one finger slid under the hem and lightly ghosted the back of her thigh.
When the elevator reached thirty, they were out and heading down the hallway so fast, Christine almost tripped in her heels. At the door to her room, she fumbled with the lock as his hands slid around her to splay on her stomach and then slide up to cup her breasts. She moaned as he kissed the length of her throat.
The doors finally slid open and they stumbled into her room. As Christine turned around and threaded her hands in his hair, pulling his mouth to hers, she thanked numerous deities for getting a room of her own and not sharing with her gran. They clumsily walked towards the bed and fell onto it in a tumble of laughter and flailing legs. Christine grabbed the bottom of his shirt and yanked it up over his head. She smoothed her hands over his chest and abdomen, grinning as he shivered when her fingers reached the top of his trousers.
Reaching down and grabbing both her hands in one of his, he grinned and said, “My turn.”
He pinned her hands above her head and starting at her knee, he slid his free hand up over her thigh, under her dress. His hand was warm and his calluses added a roughness that only served to heighten the sensations of being touched. The material started to bunch and Christine’s body was revealed slowly as his hand went higher. When he reached her breast, Christine was breathing heavily and squirming under his body. He leaned down and kissed her gently.
He let her hands go and she raised herself up as he pulled her dress off and flung it away. Her bra followed quickly and she gasped when his mouth found her breasts. She pressed his head to her chest as his tongue teased her softly. Christine arched her back as his lips closed around her nipple and he suckled hard.
She dragged her foot up his still clothed leg and shifted underneath him. They both groaned when his length came into contact with her. He raised himself up and off, tearing at the front of his trousers. Christine snickered as he swore at the clasp giving him trouble. He winked at her as she pulled her panties off and threw them to the floor. His eyes raked over her body and she felt every nerve ending stand at attention as she returned the favor and looked at him.
His hands smoothed up her calves to her knees, she bent them automatically and let him spread them. He knelt on the bed between her legs and kissed her stomach, between her breasts, her clavicle, ending up at her mouth.
Christine smiled at the feel of him hard against her and rolled her hips. He groaned and chuckled at the same time.
“Careful,” he said. “It’s kind of trigger-happy at the moment.”
“Mmmm, I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said running her hands down his back to cup his very well-defined backside.
He grinned right before kissing her. As they kissed, he adjusted his hips to let his cock drag down her center. She moaned into the kiss and pulled him closer. He rocked against her a few times, and then pulled back and slid into her. Christine made a sound of relief and pleasure at the feel of him filling her utterly.
“So tight, fuck, so gorgeous,” he said pressing his forehead to hers, his eyes squeezed shut.
“Move,” she said tilting her head up to suck at his lower lip. “Please, please move. God.”
His eyes opened and he looked at her. A grin spread across his face and he kissed the tip of her nose. He reached down and pressed a hand firmly on her hip, holding her still. Christine glared at him.
“You want me to move?” he asked “Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she said. “I want you to move.”
He thrust his hips shallowly, barely pulling out, before pushing back in. “Like that?” he asked.
“No, more,” Christine said her nails digging into his lower back.
His mouth hovered next to her ear as he whispered, “I want to hear you say it.”
Something inside Christine flared up and she pulled away to meet his eyes and very clearly, said, “I want you to fuck me. Now.”
A smile that spread across his face as he said, “I thought you’d never ask.”
He pulled his hips back and then slammed them forwards. Christine cried out in a mix of pleasure and something that felt like triumph. Planting her feet firmly on the bed, she met his thrusts with rolls of her hips. He grinned against her lips and In a swift move rolled them over so she was on top. Christine sat up and rode him smoothly while his hands roamed over her body.
She felt her orgasm begin and her movements sharpened. Christine closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of him inside her, his hands on her waist, his voice urging her on, telling her how beautiful she was, how tight, how perfect, how sweet...
Christine’s orgasm tore through her. Her head fell back as her body tightened and bolts of electricity sparked along nerves she’d forgotten she possessed.
“Fucking beautiful,” he said between gritted teeth. Still shuddering with aftershocks, she looked down and brushed her fingertips over his nipples. He pulled her hips down harshly as he jerked up into her as he came.
Christine fell forward onto his chest, her body shivering with sensations, her knees aching and with him still inside her. He hugged her to him and they lay quietly as the sweat cooled on their bodies.
“I don’t suppose you have a name?” he asked.
Christine smiled. They had finally separated and she lay stretched out next to him, his hand on her hip lazily tracing circles on her skin.
“It’s Christine. Christine Chapel,” she said. “And you?”
“Oh, ah, David,” he said.
“You don’t really look like a David,” she said. “You remind me more of a nickname kind of guy. Like say, ‘Faceman’.”
His hand stilled and Christine wondered if she had just said something stupid. She raised her head and looked him in the eyes. “Your tattoo? On your arm. Only the Rangers have them. And I thought you looked familiar earlier in the club.”
He didn’t say anything just stared at her with a blank expression.
“I’m not going to turn you in,” she said. “Everyone knows the charges are bogus. No one I know actually believes you all did it.”
Face cleared his throat. “Just what is it you do, Christine?”
“I’m a nurse,” she said. “On the Enterprise.”
“Starfleet’s flagship?” he said, his expression still blank. “Impressive.”
Christine shrugged. “I like it.”
“So, what reassurances do I have that you’re not going to turn me in?” he asked.
“Well, none, I suppose,” she said. “But, look at me. I’m hardly the mata-hari type.”
His expression finally relaxed and he rubbed a hand over his face. “Wow. This is not my week. I can usually spot a Starfleet officer in a heartbeat.”
“Well, to be fair, we don’t usually go around in clubs of ill-repute wearing ridiculously short dresses,” she said.
“Hey, I liked that ridiculously short dress,” he said letting a grin through. His hand started to caress her hip again. “What are you doing on Gemini V?”
“Shore leave with my grandmother, believe it or not,” she said. “This was her idea.”
“What?”
She waved a hand indicating their naked bodies. Face raised his brows. “Your grandmother wanted you to get laid?”
Christine groaned and nodded, burying her face in his chest. He laughed. “Wow, I like her already.”
After a few minutes of silence, Christine asked, “So, is this the point where you let me fall asleep and then you disappear into the night?”
“Is that what you want me to do?”
“Is that what you should do?”
“Probably,” Face said. “But, funnily enough, I’ve got to meet someone in the morning at the cafe on the corner and it would be such a hassle to walk all the way back to my place and then back when I could just, you know, stay close by.”
He maneuvered them so that Christine was beneath him and she smiled at the feel of him hardening against her. “Well, what do you know? I’m meeting my grandmother at that very cafe. Clearly, you staying would be the most practical thing to do.”
“That’s me,” Face said before kissing her. “Mr. Practical.”
Early the next morning, after a shower together that instead of saving time had only wasted large quantities water, Face and Christine walked over to the cafe. Just before reaching it, Face stopped her.
“Look, I know we covered this last night, but,” he said.
“Face,” Christine said putting her hand on his chest. “I believe in you guys. I’m not telling anyone. I promise you.”
He nodded and kissed the side of her throat, then he murmured against her skin, “If you’re ever in trouble, you know. I’m around.”
Christine smiled. “Thank you.”
Face smiled back and with a nod of his head, she walked ahead of him and into the cafe. She felt the tips of his fingers graze her lower back in farewell. Her throat felt tight, but Christine kept going.
She saw her grandmother sitting at a table by the window with a coy look on her face saying good-bye to a very tall gentleman with silver hair. He bowed over her hand and kissed the back of it. Christine couldn’t honestly remember the last time she saw her grandmother blush, but she was doing it now.
As Christine approached she heard the gentleman say, “No, believe me, the pleasure was all mine.”
Christine’s grandmother smiled. He turned away and when he saw Christine he gave her a nod. She recognized him immediately and barely managed a nod in return. She felt rather than saw him go join Face at a small table in the back.
“Oh, good morning, Christine,” her grandmother said.
“Morning, Gran.” She leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “And who was that?”
“Oh, just a--friend,” her grandmother said. “I’ve already ordered tea for us.”
“Thank you. A friend, you say?”
“Mmmm, just a friend.” Her grandmother looked at her. “And who was that young man you walked in with?”
“A friend,” Christine said slowly. Then she asked, “Grandmother, what have you been up to?”
“I think the better questions is, what have you been up to? All night?” her grandmother countered.
They stared each other.
Christine finally said, “This is probably one of those times where sharing isn’t truly necessary.”
“I agree. Let’s just say we had lovely evenings and leave it at that,” her grandmother said with a decisive nod.
“Sounds good to me,” Christine said. Their tea arrived and they two ladies prepared their individual cups.
They were taking their first sips when the captain and Dr McCoy entered the cafe.
“I told you it was them, Bones,” Kirk said. “Ladies.”
“Well, hello gentlemen,” her grandmother said with a smile. “How lovely to see you.”
“Good morning, Mrs Chapel,” Kirk said with a grin as he leaned in and kissed her cheek. McCoy simply nodded and said, “Ma’am.”
“Please join us,” she said. The two men pulled chairs over and Christine smiled at how relaxed the two looked. Their shore leave together must have done wonders for their relationship and Christine felt a genuine sense of warmth towards them.
Kirk caught her eye and smiled back. Then his eyes widened. “Chris? Are you... Are you glowing?”
The sense of warmth fled.
“Captain, with all due respect,” Christine said, “Shut up.”
Kirk held a hand to his chest in mock outrage and McCoy glared.
“Leave my head nurse alone, Jim,” he said. Then he gave Christine a once over and frowned. “Wait, he’s right. You’re glowing.”
Christine rolled her eyes. “So are you, Len. Let it go.”
Kirk laughed while McCoy blushed and Christine’s grandmother hid her smile with her teacup.
Just then, Face and his ‘friend’ left the cafe. He caught Christine’s eye and gave her a quick wink.
“Who the hell was that?” McCoy asked.
“A guy,” Christine said.
“A guy? Since when do you know guys?””
“Excuse me? I’m more than capable of knowing guys,” Christine said.
“He was kind of pretty,” Kirk said. “You know, almost too pretty. Who looks like that?”
Everyone at the table looked at him. He looked back. “What?”
McCoy shook his head. “I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere before.”
“Perhaps he just has one of those faces,” Christine’s grandmother said.
Christine smiled into her teacup.
