"The hell're we going?" Scotty asked between heaving breaths.
"You'll see!" Gaila's voice was far too stable for how fast they were running.
"Can we at least take the turbolifts?"
Her laughter bounced off the metallic walls of engineering, sounding melodic and tinny and it sent a shiver down his spine. Rounding a corner, Scotty tripped over his feet, his grip on Gaila's hand tightening as he stumbled to regain his footing. She glanced at him over her shoulder, her red curls flying around her smiling face. It was radiant, her eyes sparkling in a way that Scotty could only call "minx-y".
"Almost there," Gaila tugged Scotty around another corner, slowing to a gentle jog.
He tripped to a stop, catching himself on the very hydro tube he found himself trapped in months ago. Scotty's brows knit themselves together as he looked around at their surroundings. The turbine churning loudly beside them and the computer blipped peacefully in its little corner. What the hell were they doing here?
"Gaila, what're w- whoa!"
In a flash of Granny Smith green and Engineer red, Scotty's back was pressed against the tube. Steady hands flew to his waist and a hot tongue slid along his neck, tracing over his rushing pulse. He groaned slightly, his deep blue eyes rolling back into his head. He tilt his head back against the cool tube, his breath fleeting for an entirely different reason.
"Gaila. W-What're you..?"
"I want you, Monty," Gaila whispered, her teeth grazing over his reddening earlobe, drawing a low moan from his chest. How did she bloody do that? Between that spot and that name. Shit, she was the only one who could ever call him that.
"Right here?" Scotty pulled back a bit, shaking his head as those warm fingers brushed against his hips. "Gaila, we can't.."
"Why not?" Gaila pulled back, tilting her head to the side. Those spiraled curls he loved so much fell ever-so-innocently in front of her playful, impish smile. "No one's going to come through here, anyway…"
She undid the zipper of his trousers, tracing the outline of his length through his boxer-briefs and Scotty bit down on his heel of his hand to keep from crying out.
Well, when she put it that way…