Angels (Pavel Chekov)

60 - Later, Skater

Erik wakes up and looks around, seeing Vienna in the kitchen. He smiles at her gently and yawns. Vienna introduces him to Amahle, who smiles at him warmly. Erik smiles back at her, shaking her hand. He asks if Pavel's awake yet and Vienna nods sheepishly.

"Oh, your brother is certainly awake," Amahle laughs. "I may have walked in on them."

"Walked in on them doing what?" Erik says, the slightest hint of a smirk as he looks to Vienna's blazing cheeks. "You guys weren't..."

"No, we weren't doing anything sinister. We were just kissing. It just looked a lot more suggestive than it was."

Amahle and Erik share a similar grin and Pavel exits the bedroom, instantly getting three pairs of eyes falling on him.

"G-good morning," he says, a little confused.

The four of them have breakfast together and Pavel seems a lot more relaxed when Erik has someone other than Vienna to talk to and be flirty with. Amahle loves it, laughing at Erik's jokes and meeting his comments with a strong sarcasm. The four of them decide to spend the day together and go ice skating, at Erik's request.

Pavel is the only one who objects to the suggestion of skating and as soon as he's on the ice, it's easy to see why. He can only just move forward and Vienna has to stifle a grin watching him. Erik makes it look so easy and is skating backwards and spinning around like it's as simple as breathing. Amahle isn't bad either, almost managing to keep up with Erik.

Vienna can skate better than Pavel but can't do any sort of other tricks. She takes Pavel's hand and he warns her that he may pull her over accidentally. She smiles and swings his hand a little as he skates. They get to the corner of the ice and Pavel slows to a stop. Vienna's about to ask what he's doing when he kisses her softly.

"I've always wanted to kiss someone on the ice like this."

"You're so sweet, you know that, yeah?"

Before he can reply, Erik comes flying over and pulls off and hockey stop, spraying ice all up Pavel's legs. Pavel mutters something in Russian and Vienna lights up, realising she understood exactly what he said.

"You said 'You're a piece of sh... Erik,'" Vienna grins.

Erik breaks out into laughter, watching Pavel's face drop a little as he realises that Vienna understood him cussing out his brother. Pavel apologises for being so crude and Vienna just shrugs, glad that she understood the whole sentence.

"Swearing in front of your girl, Pavel," Erik says, raising an eyebrow. "Not exactly a gentleman, are you?"

Pavel rolls his eyes instead of replying sarcastically. He doesn't appreciate Erik picking on him. He was having a nice moment with Vienna and Erik spoiled it. Vienna can taste the tension between them and starts skating with Pavel again. Erik leaves them alone for a little while and Vienna gets a chance to just enjoy her time with Pavel. He tells her about getting dragged ice skating by Erik when they were younger and just how much he hated looking like an idiot when Erik was so graceful.

Pavel gets off the ice to rest his feet for a few minutes and Vienna skates with a little more speed. Amahle and Erik seem to be having a great time together. Pavel enjoys watching Vienna get lost in her own little world. He watches the way she skates, humming to himself as he thinks.

After a little while, Pavel gets back on the ice and skates with Vienna. He takes another chance to kiss her without Erik interfering and holds her hands, thanking her for skating with him. She smiles and they skate a little more. Pavel trips himself over and sighs from the ice, looking up at Vienna.

"Are you alright? That looked pretty painful. Is your knee hurting?"

Pavel just shakes his head and tells her that he's going to sit back down for a while. He doesn't want to admit that he knee is hurting him after his fall. He goes and sits back down, Vienna joining him for a little while. She kisses his cheek and they watch a few of the figure skaters practising in the middle of the rink.

Vienna gets back on the rink and starts getting a decent rhythm going. Erik skates up next to her and asks if she's enjoying herself, to which she nods. He asks if she's ever tried to skate backwards and she shakes her head. Erik takes her hands and spins her around slowly.

"Try moving your feet like this," he says softly, making oval shapes on the ice. She does the same and starts moving backwards, grinning to herself. "You're doing well," he says warmly, giving Vienna a soft smile. "You ready?" He asks.

Before Vienna can question what she's supposed to be ready for, Erik spins backwards and starts pulling her hands, gaining speed and making Vienna break into giggles. They go particularly fast, Erik holding her hands tight and smiling with her. They finally slow to a stop and Vienna feels a little out of breath.

The announcer calls over the loudspeaker that the session is over and Erik sighs, suggesting they come again some time. Vienna nods and gets off the ice, sitting down next to Pavel and starting to remove her skates.

"That was crazy," she says softly. "Did you see how fast we were going? I felt like I was flying."

"I saw," Pavel replies, no expression in his voice. He's already removed his skates and put his shoes back on.

Vienna looks to him, worried about his lack of expression. He sees her unease and puts a hand on her knee. She worries that she's upset him and finishes putting her shoes on quietly.