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exploring strange new worlds...

montgomery from star trek - mixed media influence and 21+. told by olivia | sideblog

A FUNNY THING TO COMMIT one’s life to adventure amongst the stars, and yet still be overwhelmed in awe of the infinite splendor of the universe. For a long while she fell into an absorbed gaze with the slow dying star that Starbase 12 had orbited. Then all at once she had been vividly aware of the faintest of warmth from an even fainter touch of fingers to hers. Scotty. A surge of something that teetered on thrill rushed up from her belly, heated by her heart where it left a flush of deep tawny in her cheeks. There was still the giddy sort of excitement that comes with the blush of new love; the kind of newness where the moments come and do so with a flagrant disregard to the laws of time’s passing. Nyota liked when the moments moved very slowly between them, as they did now; where she felt just breathing each other’s air would sew them to a fixed point in time - like the universe reaching through it’s own vast abyss to present to them something infinitely precious. A moment that they may claim, a rooted plot on the cosmic timeline - to exist always until its radiance burned through until the last stars. Then she says a silly thing. He smiles when she does. He already had a coin. For a moment she thinks he’s magic. Then he says a soft thing. Nyota’s hand entangles with his that holds the coin, it’s metal cool against her palm. Their touch was new, tapered, and discreet. Existing in that space where a kiss shared between them numbers a vanishingly thin amount, but each one committed to her memory as though they’d been with her always. She feels the impulse to commit another entry to those memories and rises slowly from her feet so that her mouth might meet his where finally she kisses him. Nyota kisses Scotty and there’s a beat of swirling silence; like the silence that lives between the death of the star and the birth of the supernova. And here is where they’ll crack open the fabric of the cosmos.  Hands moving up and away from his so they could creep featherlight along the avenue of his arms, splaying out flat against his chest, and smoothing the material of his shirt below her fingers. Higher her feet lifted her, deeper her kiss went, and followed by the ascent of her hands to his shoulders; resting finally against either side of his jaw.

The moments between them began disregarding time again, as she was sure she had only just kissed him, yet the swollen ache in her lips suggested otherwise. Just as slowly as she’d risen to meet his mouth did she descend away from it, but held his eyes with hers so she could say, with great conviction in her heart, she answered his question with a much weightier meaning then either might have expected — “Both. Not me. Not you. Us. Both.” She touches her fingers lightly to her mouth feeling that dull ache there, the place where he had been and she could still feel him there; it had struck her why some had described kissing like a kind of fusion. “Both,” she said softer, but committed wholly to what it meant. To Scotty.

"Let's flip coins. Heads, I'm yours. Tails, you're mine."

FACE BREASK INTO A WIDE GRIN. No matter how they flip the coin, it works out in Monty's favor. And Nyota's.

The skin around his eyes crinkle, hues dancing in the pulsing lights of the starbase. Someone thought it was a good idea to have neon light to draw attention to store fronts and galleries.

The station hums under their feet, maintaining its orbit around a dying star. A sight in and of itself but Scotty is trapped by the mischief lining Nyota's mouth.

"Sounds good to me lass. Now, who is doing the flipping?" A hand slips into his pocket as he produces a coin. "You or me?" @haiiling

It was about the fourth time in which Nyota had found herself down amongst the luminous glow and soft hums of the warp core. Normally her time down there was spent in off hours, trying to seem like her presence there was organic and not meant to monopolize the hours of their Chief Engineer. Though no such pleasantry would be the order of her visit, because despite Scotty’s best efforts — recalibrating the communications array was presenting to be a more formidable adversary than the most battle hardened of Klingons.

“ 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒， ” she said, only just starting turning it to the left. As though the array was in some kind of conspiracy against her with Scotty, the lights flashed from dim yellows and oranges, to bright whites and blues of being fully operational.

“ … 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙，𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠．𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒， ” she chased away a bashful sort of smirk by chewing the inside of her cheek.

"IF YOU KEEP AT IT LIKE THAT, it's bound to break for sure," Scotty calls from across the way, wrench hanging from his lips. "Turn it to the left, like I showed you."

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exploring strange new worlds...

montgomery from star trek - mixed media influence and 21+. told by olivia | sideblog