A/N – I'd really like to thank anon for being my first request, I had fun writing this and I hope you enjoy it ^_^
Two things challenged me when writing this – finding a translator that wasn't complete crap (The Russian still isn't amazing when reversed), and my friends dog who barked until I played with her thus delaying this, but she's adorable so what can I say?
The foreign bacteria danced under the microscope as you studied its functionality, Chekov watched you from across the lab enamoured by your presence, once again pleased to be working in such close quarters with you. He'd been attempting to get your attention for months now, trying to pluck up the courage to make you his.
Captain Kirk knew of the young cadet's feelings toward you and teased him relentlessly by giving what he had labelled "Fatherly Advice", something Bones had warned against many times; the advice was presented as a "fool-proof" four step plan.
Step 1: Be confident.
Step 2: Follow with a compliment.
Step 3: Use what you know as sex appeal.
Step 4: If all else fails just do what I would do.
During your past encounters Chekov had tried being confident, all attempts giving away to nerves at the last moment, he had paid you regular compliments, all of which you'd took in a friendly manner and returned with a sweet smile, and as for sex appeal Chekov would usually panic as to what the line was between sexy and creepy which left him too scared to attempt anything.
"Chekov… Chekov… Earth to Chekov," you snapped your fingers in front of him, grabbing his attention.
"Ah! Sorry (Y/N)!" You laughed at his worried expression, causing him to blush furiously.
"It's fine, I just wondered whether you could send the bacteria's home world files to my PADD, it is you who has them right?"
Chekov hesitated in his answer distracted by your eyes, those beautiful, gentle eyes, the curve of your hips, the swell of your breast.
"Da," he answered absent-mindedly… "YES. Sorry, I mean yes," he panicked realising he'd answered in Russian.
You giggled, loving how adorable he was "It's ok Chekov. You are so cute when you speak Russian."
Cute, he didn't want to be cute – cute was something reserved for a little brother or a pet, not someone you wanted to be with.
"I vill show her, Russian can be wery passionate," he reflected resolutely.
Thinking back to Kirk's advice Chekov pulled you into his lap wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you in place.
"Chekov what are you-"
"Я хочу здесь, прямо сейчас. Я хочу разорвать одежду от вашего тела, ты заставляешь меня думать такие грязные мысли!" Chekov cut in, whispering in your ear, his lips brushing against the lobe.
You didn't understand what the words meant but his sultry tone and sheer proximity were enough to make your heart pound rapidly, and your face turn a deep shade of red. He stopped a moment to kiss your neck, the kiss turned into a nibble when there was no objection, you let out a pleased moan. So many conflicting thoughts and feelings were passing over you in waves, you were nervous but excited, unsure but ecstatic, perplexed but certain; the only thing that you knew for sure was that nothing had ever felt so right.
Chekov continued "Я хочу сделать вас чувствовать себя хорошо, как вы заставить меня чувствовать себя."
You couldn't help but listen enthralled by his words, during that moment nothing else mattered, all you wanted with every fibre of your being was to be with him and make him yours.
Kirk watched the monitor amused, glad to see that his advice had finally paid off, "You see that Bones," he pointed to the monitor, "I told you he'd do it."
McCoy grunted dejectedly, "Yeah well, no thanks to your advice."
"What are you talking about? That's my fool-proof plan right there, making out, on that screen."
"No Jim, that right there is all on the kid, now let's give them some privacy."
Jim turned the video feed off, and turned back to McCoy, "No way is that pure Chekov, that right there was a grade A Kirk move."
The argument continued as the two walked down the hallway towards the elevators.
Chekov entered your shared quarters after a long shift on the ship's bridge, you were sat at the desk attempting to solve a complex algorithm, your face a bamboozled mask. He creeped up, glad that you hadn't notice his entry, and leaned into your ear.
"Вы так сексуально, когда вы работаете, я думаю, я просто должны принять вас сейчас," he whispered seductively.
You jumped up shocked, Chekov quickly took advantage of the situation, pushing you against the desk and kissing you deeply enough to make your head spin. Ever since the two of you had begun dating seeing how flustered he could make you when speaking Russian had become one of his favourite things.
"I love to see you blush Pasha," he smiled, pulling away.
"Oh yeah, well I love it when you get sweet on me," you replied, drawing him back to you.