Angels (Pavel Chekov)

74 - Canary

(Y'all know the drill. Sexual references ahead, be advised.)

Vienna talks Pavel into going to the beach and reluctantly he agrees, glad that there are only few people there. Vienna notices him running his fingers up and down his arms while she ties her hair up. She frowns, asking if he's certain he's okay to go swim with her. He looks away from his arms and nods, brushing his hair from his eyes.

They head to the beach and Vienna can see the concern on Pavel's face still there as he looks around him. Vienna kisses his cheek and smiles reassuringly. He starts spraying some sunscreen on himself as a distraction and Vienna removes her shirt. Pavel's eyes start to wander but he looks away quickly before it seems like he's staring.

The warm sun on his skin melts away Pavel's unease and after a while he can just enjoy splashing Vienna with water. She tells him she likes seeing him in board shorts and he tells her he enjoys seeing her in swimwear just as much. She wears a black spotted two piece that covers her well but even with just her hair out and a smile on her face, Pavel swears she's never looked so beautiful.

"We need a good tan," Vienna mutters as they walk back up to where they're staying. "We're both looking rather pale."

"The sunshine is nice," Pavel agrees, taking a second to examine just how white his arms are looking. He wonders how'll often they'd encounter beautiful weather like this when being on a spaceship for so long and zones out a little as he walks.

They have a shower together to wash off all the sand and Pavel swears he forgot just how much he enjoyed showering with her. She has another shower gel that she massages into his back and he smiles to himself stupidly. He turns back around to kiss her and she runs her hands through his hair. His smile is as warm as the sun itself and he pulls her as close as he can, whispering in her ear.

"I'd do just about anything to know what you whisper to me in Russian."

"Well," he says, his breath tickling her ear. "I normally tell you just how much I adore you. Sometimes I tell you the other things on my mind."

"And what was it you said just then?"

"Something dirty that I probably shouldn't repeat in a language my girlfriend understands," he admits, loosening his grip around her.

She turns the shower tap off and raises an eyebrow at him. He copies her look and she pokes his stomach, turning around and asking him to unzip her swim top. He does, not expecting her to remove it completely once he's unzipped it.

She's facing away from him and he can't see anything but his jaw drops just a little and she turns her head around to give him a wink. She wraps a towel around herself just before she leaves the bathroom and it takes a few seconds to register that he probably looks a little stupid still standing there in shock.

Pavel finds Vienna on the bed with one towel hanging from her shoulders and another in her hair. She's sitting cross legged drying her hair and he smiles at the sight.

"What is it?" she asks, looking up at him.

"Nothing," he says, leaning against the doorframe and trying to memorise the sight in front of him.

"You've got a cat-ate-the-canary kind of smile."

"I don't know what a canary is," he admits, sitting opposite her.

She puts a hand on his cheek and he puts his hand on top of hers, closing his eyes. She brings their lips together and he kisses her softly. She takes the towel from her hair and drops it on the floor. Her fingers idly hold the towel around her top half and she looks to him, her expression a little uncertain.

"Maybe I can take this one off too...?"

"You don't have to," he says, seeing her unease. Just because I'm topless doesn't mean you have to be too."

She giggles and nods, her fingers still curling around the edge of the towel.
"I trust you," she mutters. "I just... I have a weird birthmark on my chest. Not the moon one. It's bigger and I really don't like it."

"I'm not going to laugh at you or anything, Vienna. I'll still think you're beautiful with whatever marks you have on your body. You didn't laugh at me when I showed you all the acne on my back. I wouldn't do that to you either."

She grins at him and pulls the towel off, throwing it at him before he can see anything. She's giggling as he pulls it off his face. He lets his eyes wander and he notices the birth mark she mentioned. It's a lot more obvious than he imagined it to be but he honestly doesn't think anything of it.

"You're making me embarrassed," she laughs. "You're staring."

"I don't mean to make you uncomfortable," he says quickly, "I honestly just... It's exciting. I've never really seen... I'm sorry! I'm babbling, I just..."

"Pavel," she says, watching his eyebrows knit together. "Pavel, it's fine. We're both in unfamiliar territory. Maybe we can... Maybe we can..."

She doesn't finish the thought, just moving closer to him and kissing his lips softly. He gets the idea, placing his hands on her hips and letting their bodies make contact. She lays back and pulls him with her, making sure their lips stay connected. They keep kissing, she takes one of his hands and moves it right beside her breast. He wonders if she can feel just how strongly his pulse is beating. He moves his hand slowly and their lips part for a few seconds.

"Are you sure, Enya...?"

"Certain," she mutters, meeting his gaze as he moves his hand. He smiles softly at her, feeling his cheeks light up. He squeezes her softly and goes back to kissing her. They start heating things up a little. Their kisses linger, they start grinding a little. Pavel's ears burn and he doesn't know why. All he can think about is the fact that there are only two thin pieces of fabric between them and complete nudity.

"Pasha," she says pressing her hips against his. "Tell... Tell me what you were saying... When we were in the shower. Tell me, in English, please."

"I love hearing you say my name like that," he purrs, his voice curling around her ear. "I was telling you that I wanted to rip the rest of your clothes off... I was telling you I waned to make you feel good... I was telling you that I wanted to throw you up against the wall and leave marks on your neck."

She lets out a soft breath and sits up a little, brushing her hair from her eyes. "I want to try a little further Pavel... Just maybe, maybe we can turn the lights off? I think it'd be easier for me if it were darker..."

"Darker is fine," he says gently, climbing out of the bed to get the curtains on one side of the room. She fixes the other curtains with one hand over her chest and turns the lights completely off, feeling a huge sense of relief once she can barely see.

Pavel feels a few shivers running down his back and he can't exactly explain why. Vienna is sitting on the bed and reaches out for him, guiding him back next to her. He can barely see anything but he wonders if that's a good thing. He kisses her cheek again and she giggles. He can hear a faint unease in her voice and he worries that whatever they're about to do could be a bad idea.

(Author's Note)

Getting on a plane tonight so hopefully I can manage like 3k words or something.
Thanks for reading ♥