Understood part 1, Adult, Chekov/Uhura
Ok so here it goes. This was supposed to be a quick romp kinda thing, but it ate my brain and turned into what might become a chaptered fic if my brain works with me in the right way. I at least want to explore Spocks actual reaction to it all, and somewhere in my brain he's running around with Kirk too, so I might continue. Anyway, this came about because of a this prompt fill on st_xi_kink meme. "For the love of sanwiches" is stolen in total love from this fic in which Scotty hunts Tribbles...it's hilarious, check it out.
Title: Understood part 1 (1/?)
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Chekov/Uhura
Summary: Original prompt: "Chekov has a crush on Uhura. Uhura has a tiff with Spock so she goes to cool down with shopping at a space port, dragging Chekov along with her to carry her bags. Chekov thinks it is a date and at the end of the day tells her how he feels in Russian." It is this, but it totally ran away with me. :)
Understood
“Lieutenant!” Ensign Pavel Chekov shouted down the hallway of the Enterprise “Lieutenant, what is happening?” He was currently rushing after Lientenant Uhura, trying to catch up with her after she had burst into his quarters demanding he follow her and storming out again just as quickly.
He weaved through the groups of people in the hall, and despite the fact that everyone else in the Enterprise seemed to be relaxed and even excited; he couldn’t help his rising sense of dread. He was tracking Uhura’s form through the crowd and her posture and her pace screamed of urgency. Something was wrong. He just couldn’t imagine what; they were on leave at the moment. No missions, no diplomacy, just a week of relaxation at the space port orbiting Rigel II .
He rushed after her steadily retreating form, trying to keep up. He was becoming increasingly worried, he wasn’t slow at all, and her pace was alarming. Though he thought it might have something to do with the way she could navigate herself through the obstacles. She had an effortless grace about her, sleek and streamlined, she moved like a dancer through the crowd. He on the other hand was frequently being shouted at for stepping on toes. And bumping elbows. And knocking over Nurse Chapel as she exited the sickbay… Either way he’d be lying if he said it was the first time he noticed the way the Lieutenant moved. He blushed a bit at the thought and moved on, catching up to her when the crowds thinned as they approached the transporter room.
She finally stopped when they entered, and met a small crowd awaiting their turn to board the platform and beam to the shopping and entertainment decks on the space port Varda. She seemed to be talking to herself quietly as he hurried up to her and tapped her shoulder carefully. She rounded on him swiftly and her face made him take a step backward, his heart jumping to his throat. In a word she looked ferocious. Her eyes were cold and bottomless, and she had red patches burning on her cheeks. He’d only ever seen her looking so angry once before, and that was when Captain Kirk had ‘accidentally’ grabbed her bottom. If she wasn’t such a disciplined officer she probably would have beheaded him. He took a step back, but regained his composure quickly.
“Lieutenant, ma’am, what is happening?! You seem wary upset. Are you ok?” he had to stop himself from grabbing her hand; he wanted to help her desperately.
“We’re going shopping.” Her response and tone were polar opposites, like shopping was some foul enemy they were about to fight.
“Sh-shopping…?”
“Yes Ensign, shopping, you are familiar with the term, are you not?”
He swallowed hard, becoming slightly terrified at this point. “Yes ma’am I am.” His tone was the same he answered with on the bridge, all Starfleet professionalism.
All of a sudden, her fierce expression collapsed, and her face softened, an apologetic look painting her beautiful features now. She shook her head, her long hair swinging over her shoulder and she looked down at her feet.
“ You don’t need to call me ma’am. Call me Nyota, if you’d like.”
Her one eighty had turned him for a loop, but he went with it, and smiled at her, actually just relieved that there wasn’t any sort of emergency. He still found her behavior curious, but then again, there were some things about women he figured he would never really understand.
“N… Nyota. You can also call me Pavel.” He smiled full on at her then, a slight blush on his cheeks. “And I would love to go shopping with you.”
Uhura smiled brilliantly at him, and pulled him onto the platform as their turn for the transport arrived.
Of course the normal functions of the ship still had to be looked after, and with so many people leaving someone had to run the transporter. They had arranged shifts for leave, and Uhura and Chekov were lucky enough to be in the first group able to go. Scotty on the other hand was tasked to run the transporters for the first shift, and then Chekov would be the one to relieve him.
He grumbled quietly as they past him and stepped up onto the platform.
“Have fun you lot! Chekov you’d have better be on time for your shift, the doc’s already went over talking about two Rigelian chorus girls!” he pouted and locked onto their signatures, pressed the button and the two of them suddenly found themselves standing on a platform surrounded by a brightly lit shopping center.
The two of them took a breath and looked around them. The Rigelians had made an impressive go at making this one of the best ports in the quadrant. The light that filtered down at them was partially artificial, windows into space dotted the ceiling, letting in the light from the two suns the planet orbited around , and in between these portals the lighting panels imitated a beautiful tropical sky perfectly, clouds floated by on the screens and blue light shone at them.
Chekov let out a low whistle. “Wery impressive.” He turned to look at Uhura’s reaction; she was gazing at the ceiling with a smile on her face.
“This is exactly what I need.” She turned to look at Chekov. “We’re going to have fun.”
***
After an hour or two of shopping and exploring the port Uhura suggested they find a place to eat and rest. Pavel, who very chivalrously had refused to let her carry any bags agreed wholeheartedly. Who knew women needed three pairs of the same shoe in three colors? Something else he’d never understand.
He wondered idly again about what had brought the two of them here together in the first place. At times during the day Uhura had seemed distant, and once, as she examined a sheer garment with a blue color he secretly thought would look beautiful next to her skin, he thought he’d seen a tear roll down her cheek. She had discarded the dress, and they exited the store after that, and she had engaged him in a conversation about transporter theory that carried them through several shops.
He did know enough about her to know that she was involved with Commander Spock. The whole ship knew that really. And he wondered why he was here and Spock wasn’t. Had something happened between them? Something must have happened, he concluded, it would explain her odd behavior at least.
He abandoned his musings when she tapped his shoulder. She was pointing to a small pub down the street, a few people milled around outside and music streamed from the open doors. A smile lit her face again and she asked him if he’d like to go there with her. He agreed and they made their way down the street.
They settled at a small table next to the windows and Pavel carefully set down all her bags next to them. They ordered something to drink and leaned back, resting their feet and looking around the small building. They saw others from the Enterprise, most of them surrounding a view screen toward the bar, playing some sort of simulation game. They waved at them, and when their drinks arrived they drank in amicable silence, Uhura humming along with the tune floating around the bar.
She let out a sigh, and stretched in her seat, her top riding up a bit, and Pavel couldn’t help but notice the peek of skin that was there and then gone when she lifted her arms over her head. He thought again of her wearing the blue dress, standing in the sun, her fingers grasping the hem and pulling the garment over her head. He stopped himself there, he shouldn’t be thinking about her like that. Her laugh broke through his thoughts then, and a pleasurable chill went up his spine.
“Look at them” she gestured to a blonde woman at the bar, who was leaning rather shamelessly on a man that was staring right down the front of her dress with rapt attention.
He couldn’t help but laugh, low in his throat. “Well she has got his attention.”
“He’s not the only one, look at the other end of the bar.” She tilted her head toward a dark haired man sitting at the edge of his stool like he couldn’t bear to touch it. He was glaring furiously at the back of the blonde woman’s head, and clutching his drink so hard his knuckles were turning white.
“Is he ok?” He was concerned for the man, he looked like he was about to be ill.
“He’s fine, watch what happens.” She smiled at Pavel, she knew he didn’t have a clue what he was watching. While an excellent member of Starfleet, he had only just turned eighteen four months ago and spent most of his time on a starship. He didn’t know very much about the ways some men and women worked.
They watched as the man at the end of the bar downed the last of his drink and stood up forcefully, almost tipping the stool over, and stormed down the length of the bar toward the couple. He stopped, and tapped the girl on the shoulder. She swung around and the minute they locked eyes, then were screaming at each other. The man she had been leaning on tried to get in the middle of it, both the girl and the man pushed him back down into his seat, and she turned and made a quick exit from the pub, the dark haired man right behind her, still screaming.
Pavel, having stood up when the scene had looked to turn violent sat back down when he felt Uhura’s hand on his. It had all happened so quickly he really wasn’t sure what had happened. She smiled and laughed at him. He felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment and confusion.
Uhura patted his hand. “She was trying to make him jealous. And obviously, it worked”
“Why would she do that?” he was completely bewildered.
“Who knows, attention, proving a point, revenge? People are strange in the way we do things, we’re emotional.” He saw her eyes darken with the word, and he thought he might finally understand what was going on here. She excused herself to go to the ladies, and left him there thinking about what had happened.
He didn’t quite know how he felt about his conclusions either. Is this what she was doing? Taking him on a date to make Commander Spock jealous? Somehow he couldn’t picture the same kind of scene he had just witnessed, not from the Vulcan. Why him of all people? And the strangest thing about this whole revelation of his was that he was finding that he really didn’t care what her motivations were for bringing him with her. He’d had a great time, he’d spent time with her, been closer to her than before, she was worth it, and she could do whatever she needed to do, as long as that dark look left her eyes. He would do what it took for her to make the Commander jealous now, he was determined. He would let her go; he never really had her to begin with, to make her happy. He wished he could just tell her how he felt about her, so she would know, before he let her go. But he couldn’t, transporting Sulu and the Captain from a freefall was easy compared with being faced with that.
He had a determined set to his shoulders when she made her way back to the table. He would do his best, after all, that’s all you can do, and it had gotten him this far.
They sat and drank and talked a while longer, Pavel not ever having to try to be interested in her. She captivated him easily. And if he was being honest with himself, she always had. They both enjoyed a laugh when Doctor McCoy wandered into the pub, arms around two beautiful women, and ordered a round of drinks for everyone. He was far from his normal grumpy self when drinking it seemed. Pavel made a note to get him a bottle of Russian vodka for Christmas; it was after all the best.
It was much later when the two of them decided to call it a night, and Pavel made a point to take her hand and help her out of her seat before grabbing all of their packages and leaving the pub. They walked slowly together back to the transporter platform, and they stopped next to it and looked back up at the massive ceiling again. Now the ship had turned away from the suns and the light from the planet below lit the windows, the panels showing starry sky. It was almost like being back on Earth. He heard Uhura sigh, and when he looked at her she was still gazing at the sky.
“Sometimes I just miss home, you know.” And a tear slid down her cheek. She never missed a beat though. And she turned and smiled at him again, not bothering to hide her sadness this time.
“ I do know. I miss Russia wery bad sometimes.” And he couldn’t help it then, looking at her and talking of Russia, he told her how he felt. “I would love you forever.” Of course, he said it in Russian, so he didn’t quite get over his fear.
He was looking into her eyes when he said it, otherwise he might have missed the way they sharpened for a fraction of a second before growing soft again. His throat tightened slightly… he’d always assumed no one else knew Russian on board, maybe he was wrong, and if anyone did, it would be her. She turned away from him and stepped up onto the platform, and she held her hand out to him. He took it, and she pulled him up with her.
She pulled him a little too forcefully, and he collided with her, and she took a step back to keep from falling.
“I’m sorry Nyota! Are you ok?” he apologized and grabbed her other hand to steady her.
And in perfect Russian she looked up at him and said “Yes, I’m perfectly fine Pavel.”
And his gasp was left hanging in the air as the transporter brought them back to the Enterprise.
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PART 2 HERE!
Title: Understood part 1 (1/?)
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Chekov/Uhura
Summary: Original prompt: "Chekov has a crush on Uhura. Uhura has a tiff with Spock so she goes to cool down with shopping at a space port, dragging Chekov along with her to carry her bags. Chekov thinks it is a date and at the end of the day tells her how he feels in Russian." It is this, but it totally ran away with me. :)
Understood
“Lieutenant!” Ensign Pavel Chekov shouted down the hallway of the Enterprise “Lieutenant, what is happening?” He was currently rushing after Lientenant Uhura, trying to catch up with her after she had burst into his quarters demanding he follow her and storming out again just as quickly.
He weaved through the groups of people in the hall, and despite the fact that everyone else in the Enterprise seemed to be relaxed and even excited; he couldn’t help his rising sense of dread. He was tracking Uhura’s form through the crowd and her posture and her pace screamed of urgency. Something was wrong. He just couldn’t imagine what; they were on leave at the moment. No missions, no diplomacy, just a week of relaxation at the space port orbiting Rigel II .
He rushed after her steadily retreating form, trying to keep up. He was becoming increasingly worried, he wasn’t slow at all, and her pace was alarming. Though he thought it might have something to do with the way she could navigate herself through the obstacles. She had an effortless grace about her, sleek and streamlined, she moved like a dancer through the crowd. He on the other hand was frequently being shouted at for stepping on toes. And bumping elbows. And knocking over Nurse Chapel as she exited the sickbay… Either way he’d be lying if he said it was the first time he noticed the way the Lieutenant moved. He blushed a bit at the thought and moved on, catching up to her when the crowds thinned as they approached the transporter room.
She finally stopped when they entered, and met a small crowd awaiting their turn to board the platform and beam to the shopping and entertainment decks on the space port Varda. She seemed to be talking to herself quietly as he hurried up to her and tapped her shoulder carefully. She rounded on him swiftly and her face made him take a step backward, his heart jumping to his throat. In a word she looked ferocious. Her eyes were cold and bottomless, and she had red patches burning on her cheeks. He’d only ever seen her looking so angry once before, and that was when Captain Kirk had ‘accidentally’ grabbed her bottom. If she wasn’t such a disciplined officer she probably would have beheaded him. He took a step back, but regained his composure quickly.
“Lieutenant, ma’am, what is happening?! You seem wary upset. Are you ok?” he had to stop himself from grabbing her hand; he wanted to help her desperately.
“We’re going shopping.” Her response and tone were polar opposites, like shopping was some foul enemy they were about to fight.
“Sh-shopping…?”
“Yes Ensign, shopping, you are familiar with the term, are you not?”
He swallowed hard, becoming slightly terrified at this point. “Yes ma’am I am.” His tone was the same he answered with on the bridge, all Starfleet professionalism.
All of a sudden, her fierce expression collapsed, and her face softened, an apologetic look painting her beautiful features now. She shook her head, her long hair swinging over her shoulder and she looked down at her feet.
“ You don’t need to call me ma’am. Call me Nyota, if you’d like.”
Her one eighty had turned him for a loop, but he went with it, and smiled at her, actually just relieved that there wasn’t any sort of emergency. He still found her behavior curious, but then again, there were some things about women he figured he would never really understand.
“N… Nyota. You can also call me Pavel.” He smiled full on at her then, a slight blush on his cheeks. “And I would love to go shopping with you.”
Uhura smiled brilliantly at him, and pulled him onto the platform as their turn for the transport arrived.
Of course the normal functions of the ship still had to be looked after, and with so many people leaving someone had to run the transporter. They had arranged shifts for leave, and Uhura and Chekov were lucky enough to be in the first group able to go. Scotty on the other hand was tasked to run the transporters for the first shift, and then Chekov would be the one to relieve him.
He grumbled quietly as they past him and stepped up onto the platform.
“Have fun you lot! Chekov you’d have better be on time for your shift, the doc’s already went over talking about two Rigelian chorus girls!” he pouted and locked onto their signatures, pressed the button and the two of them suddenly found themselves standing on a platform surrounded by a brightly lit shopping center.
The two of them took a breath and looked around them. The Rigelians had made an impressive go at making this one of the best ports in the quadrant. The light that filtered down at them was partially artificial, windows into space dotted the ceiling, letting in the light from the two suns the planet orbited around , and in between these portals the lighting panels imitated a beautiful tropical sky perfectly, clouds floated by on the screens and blue light shone at them.
Chekov let out a low whistle. “Wery impressive.” He turned to look at Uhura’s reaction; she was gazing at the ceiling with a smile on her face.
“This is exactly what I need.” She turned to look at Chekov. “We’re going to have fun.”
***
After an hour or two of shopping and exploring the port Uhura suggested they find a place to eat and rest. Pavel, who very chivalrously had refused to let her carry any bags agreed wholeheartedly. Who knew women needed three pairs of the same shoe in three colors? Something else he’d never understand.
He wondered idly again about what had brought the two of them here together in the first place. At times during the day Uhura had seemed distant, and once, as she examined a sheer garment with a blue color he secretly thought would look beautiful next to her skin, he thought he’d seen a tear roll down her cheek. She had discarded the dress, and they exited the store after that, and she had engaged him in a conversation about transporter theory that carried them through several shops.
He did know enough about her to know that she was involved with Commander Spock. The whole ship knew that really. And he wondered why he was here and Spock wasn’t. Had something happened between them? Something must have happened, he concluded, it would explain her odd behavior at least.
He abandoned his musings when she tapped his shoulder. She was pointing to a small pub down the street, a few people milled around outside and music streamed from the open doors. A smile lit her face again and she asked him if he’d like to go there with her. He agreed and they made their way down the street.
They settled at a small table next to the windows and Pavel carefully set down all her bags next to them. They ordered something to drink and leaned back, resting their feet and looking around the small building. They saw others from the Enterprise, most of them surrounding a view screen toward the bar, playing some sort of simulation game. They waved at them, and when their drinks arrived they drank in amicable silence, Uhura humming along with the tune floating around the bar.
She let out a sigh, and stretched in her seat, her top riding up a bit, and Pavel couldn’t help but notice the peek of skin that was there and then gone when she lifted her arms over her head. He thought again of her wearing the blue dress, standing in the sun, her fingers grasping the hem and pulling the garment over her head. He stopped himself there, he shouldn’t be thinking about her like that. Her laugh broke through his thoughts then, and a pleasurable chill went up his spine.
“Look at them” she gestured to a blonde woman at the bar, who was leaning rather shamelessly on a man that was staring right down the front of her dress with rapt attention.
He couldn’t help but laugh, low in his throat. “Well she has got his attention.”
“He’s not the only one, look at the other end of the bar.” She tilted her head toward a dark haired man sitting at the edge of his stool like he couldn’t bear to touch it. He was glaring furiously at the back of the blonde woman’s head, and clutching his drink so hard his knuckles were turning white.
“Is he ok?” He was concerned for the man, he looked like he was about to be ill.
“He’s fine, watch what happens.” She smiled at Pavel, she knew he didn’t have a clue what he was watching. While an excellent member of Starfleet, he had only just turned eighteen four months ago and spent most of his time on a starship. He didn’t know very much about the ways some men and women worked.
They watched as the man at the end of the bar downed the last of his drink and stood up forcefully, almost tipping the stool over, and stormed down the length of the bar toward the couple. He stopped, and tapped the girl on the shoulder. She swung around and the minute they locked eyes, then were screaming at each other. The man she had been leaning on tried to get in the middle of it, both the girl and the man pushed him back down into his seat, and she turned and made a quick exit from the pub, the dark haired man right behind her, still screaming.
Pavel, having stood up when the scene had looked to turn violent sat back down when he felt Uhura’s hand on his. It had all happened so quickly he really wasn’t sure what had happened. She smiled and laughed at him. He felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment and confusion.
Uhura patted his hand. “She was trying to make him jealous. And obviously, it worked”
“Why would she do that?” he was completely bewildered.
“Who knows, attention, proving a point, revenge? People are strange in the way we do things, we’re emotional.” He saw her eyes darken with the word, and he thought he might finally understand what was going on here. She excused herself to go to the ladies, and left him there thinking about what had happened.
He didn’t quite know how he felt about his conclusions either. Is this what she was doing? Taking him on a date to make Commander Spock jealous? Somehow he couldn’t picture the same kind of scene he had just witnessed, not from the Vulcan. Why him of all people? And the strangest thing about this whole revelation of his was that he was finding that he really didn’t care what her motivations were for bringing him with her. He’d had a great time, he’d spent time with her, been closer to her than before, she was worth it, and she could do whatever she needed to do, as long as that dark look left her eyes. He would do what it took for her to make the Commander jealous now, he was determined. He would let her go; he never really had her to begin with, to make her happy. He wished he could just tell her how he felt about her, so she would know, before he let her go. But he couldn’t, transporting Sulu and the Captain from a freefall was easy compared with being faced with that.
He had a determined set to his shoulders when she made her way back to the table. He would do his best, after all, that’s all you can do, and it had gotten him this far.
They sat and drank and talked a while longer, Pavel not ever having to try to be interested in her. She captivated him easily. And if he was being honest with himself, she always had. They both enjoyed a laugh when Doctor McCoy wandered into the pub, arms around two beautiful women, and ordered a round of drinks for everyone. He was far from his normal grumpy self when drinking it seemed. Pavel made a note to get him a bottle of Russian vodka for Christmas; it was after all the best.
It was much later when the two of them decided to call it a night, and Pavel made a point to take her hand and help her out of her seat before grabbing all of their packages and leaving the pub. They walked slowly together back to the transporter platform, and they stopped next to it and looked back up at the massive ceiling again. Now the ship had turned away from the suns and the light from the planet below lit the windows, the panels showing starry sky. It was almost like being back on Earth. He heard Uhura sigh, and when he looked at her she was still gazing at the sky.
“Sometimes I just miss home, you know.” And a tear slid down her cheek. She never missed a beat though. And she turned and smiled at him again, not bothering to hide her sadness this time.
“ I do know. I miss Russia wery bad sometimes.” And he couldn’t help it then, looking at her and talking of Russia, he told her how he felt. “I would love you forever.” Of course, he said it in Russian, so he didn’t quite get over his fear.
He was looking into her eyes when he said it, otherwise he might have missed the way they sharpened for a fraction of a second before growing soft again. His throat tightened slightly… he’d always assumed no one else knew Russian on board, maybe he was wrong, and if anyone did, it would be her. She turned away from him and stepped up onto the platform, and she held her hand out to him. He took it, and she pulled him up with her.
She pulled him a little too forcefully, and he collided with her, and she took a step back to keep from falling.
“I’m sorry Nyota! Are you ok?” he apologized and grabbed her other hand to steady her.
And in perfect Russian she looked up at him and said “Yes, I’m perfectly fine Pavel.”
And his gasp was left hanging in the air as the transporter brought them back to the Enterprise.
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PART 2 HERE!