Thanks for all of the continued support! I love it! I'm not planning to write any lemon for this story (mainly due to the fact that I am crap at it). But if you want to, just send me a message and you definitely can AS LONG AS IT'S WRITTEN WITH TASTE AND WRITTEN WELL! Other than that, let's get this show on the road…
They exited the restaurant and took to the streets of BetaZed's capital. It was about a 10 minute walk to the shuttle, so Chekov spent it walking hand in hand with Karrina. She was smiling, except when she took her PADD out of her bag.
"Vhat's wrrrong?" Chekov asked. A quiet thought stirred at the back of his mind, but he shooed it out the back door.
She looked up at him. "Oh, nothing, it's just that Gavin sent me a message. But it doesn't make sense." She scrunched up her nose in thought. Shit, Chekov thought. That little idea he had eschewed was now banging on the door. He couldn't help but ask.
"Vell…vhat does it say?" he asked cautiously.
"It says 'Hey Karr, why didn't you message me back? I gotta know if you're coming so I can tell Eddie. Let me know? – Gav.' He never messaged me…Hmm…you didn't notice anything hen you the PADD off my station this morning?"
Fuck, fuck, fuck to the power of fuck. The thought that had been banging had now undone the bolts in the door hinges and was wreaking mass destruction in his mind. He thought the best thing to do was not to change the subject. He was a genius after all.
"No, I didn't. But zat is kind of veird." He hated himself for the next part. "Maybe you should message him…and…ask him what he was talking about?" he had a very hard time stomaching that.
Karrina looked up at Chekov. "No, if he wants to talk to me, he can find me himself." She snickered and stuffed the PADD back in her bag. A long breath escaped Chekov's lips, but Karrina didn't catch it. They reached the shuttle dock and nothing more was said about Gavin Charmont.
***
They were at the door to the Armory, and Karrina was about to go inside. They had already spent 5 minutes saying goodbye, having a very thorough parting in the small door alcove. Her hand was on the big wheel when he twirled her back in for one more kiss. He put his arms around her waist and pressed her to him. She giggled and met his lips. When ever Chekov did things like this, he found that he shouldn't think about it. If he did, he would either chicken-out at the last second, or mess up what ever he was doing. The "wiz-kid" part of his mind wanted to calculate, compute and asses while the teenage part of his mind wanted to kiss and touch and flirt.
"You're adorable, you know that?" She giggled again as she brushed a few unruly curls from his face.
"Adorrable? Zat eez a new one. I like eet better zan cute anyvays." He place a kiss on the tip of her nose. "Now," he instructed in a mock serious tone "Get back to vork." She laughed her bell-laugh and opened door. She blew him a kiss and the door clinked closed.
She really was special. He kind of felt weird being so smitten after only just meeting this girl, but he wasn't complaining. He thought for having no experience with women, he had done pretty damn well for himself.
He hadn't realized he had been staring at the door with doe-eyes for about 2 minutes until a confused crewman asked him to move aside so he could get through. Colour rose in his cheeks as he set off for sick bay.
Sick bay was more full than usual. About 15 of the 30 biobeds were occupied. Chekov spotted Bones talking to one of the crewmen he had seen in the docking bay. He waited for him to finish, then went up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. Bones did not turn around, simply motioned for his beckoner to follow him to his office.
Once both seated in their usual spots with the door closed, Bones began to roar with laughter. He was laughing harder then Chekov had ever seen him laugh. Are those TEARS ?! What so funny? "Surr, vat eez zo funny?"
"Did you...hear…about the…the guys who…came in…came in with the…" He could barely finish a sentence. The laughter rocked his body so violently that he had lapsed into the kind of laughing that is so hard and requires too much air, it comes out silent. His head was put down on his desk in an attempt to control himself. Chekov just let him have his laugh. It was a nice change to see McCoy something other than surly.
Eventually, McCoy had enough self restraint to lift his head. His cheeks were still red and stained with tears and he was letting out a long sigh to relive the last of the laughter. He began once more. "Did you hear about the guys who came in with the STD from the planet?" his voice was still shaky.
Chekov nodded, not quite sure were he was going with this. "Well, turns out it was worse than we thought." The crazy laughter threatened to erupt again.
"Surr, I do not see how an STD eez funny." Chekov quirked an eyebrow. He kind of felt like Commander Spock, but he really didn't get the joke.
"The disease they contacted can only be contracted by having sexual relations with someone of the same gender." He started to laugh again.
"I also do not see vat is funny about being gay." Chekov still wasn't getting it.
"That's the thing – they're not gay!" Chekov gave a baffled look. "From what we can gather, they stumbled upon a strip-club last night and made off with three of the lovely 'ladies' the club had. What they didn't realize is that these strippers were Krilarian." McCoy was staring at Chekov like he was supposed to laugh at the punch line of this little anecdote. When he didn't McCoy gave an exasperated sigh and continued. "Krilarians have the ability to hide their true gender temporarily as an ancient survival technique by transforming their genitals – don't ask." Then, it all clicked in his mind.
"No, zey didn't – "
"Fuck a couple of alien drag queens? If that wasn't bad enough, the STD's symptoms include these big-as-sin lumps on your ass that hurt like a mother-fucker. They have to use pool floatie-rings every time they wanna sit down! Another symptom if you're a guy, your dick shrinks! It gets so small, if you pee too fast, it can tare!" he was off again. Chekov was having a hard time not joining him.
"And, to boot, Uhura translated the name of the nudy-joint. It loosely means Sausage Factory." That was what set Chekov off on his own giggle fit. The two were hooting and hollering. It was astonishing how sometimes genius-level crew could make idiot-level mistakes. This would definitely be a story passed around at every major gathering these men attended for the rest of their lives.
After a few minutes of solid laughter, the two men quieted. "So, what aspect of playground love brings you to my office this afternoon?" Bones asked through his steepled fingers.
Chekov ignored the jibe. "I juzt came to as you vat I should do next."
"Well, tell me how lunch went, an' if you didn't blow it, I'll give you further instructions."
Chekov launched into his lunch tale and about Karrina's confession. McCoy remained silent, occasionally nodding his head or raising an eyebrow. "…and zen she went back to work." Chekov finished on an unsure note - unsure about McCoy's insight.
"Did she kiss you goodbye?"
"Vell, yes."
McCoy gave a sly smile. "For how long? Be honest."
"Umm," Chekov's cheeks became pink as the blood rushed to them. "About fourrr minutes." He rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.
McCoy gave him a light punch in the shoulder. "You dog! Okay, so my diagnostics can determine that this work out more in you favor than you planned. Sounds to me like she had just as much experience as you do, so we can tone down the suave a little. Plus, it sound like she likes the bumbling little kid persona, so that's something else we can use. You definitely have to step the next date up a notch. Where have you bee keeping your hands?"
Chekov looked like he had been hit over the head with a mallet. He wasn't quite sure how to answer. "Vhat do you mean?"
"I mean, do you keep them on her waist, her back, what? This is vital!"
"Mostly on herrr waist. I zought zat anyzing ozer zan zat would be a little to farrr. Ve juzt met." He felt kind of belittled by himself when he heard his own measly statement. He knew it was wrong to compare the amount of ass he got. That was what jack-asses did, but he couldn't help it. When he had last talked to one of his good friends back in Russia recently, Chekov learned that his friend lost his virginity to one of the areas hottest, young supermodel. They had been dating for two weeks. When Chekov thought about it, his friends had always had more experience with girls. He was always too busy with school and work. He didn't really have a choice as his mother always told him that success was the most important thing. Everything else came later.
"Well, next time, let your hands roam a little. You don't have to go to the danger zones just yet, but touch her face, her thigh, her neck. Places that don't seem as sensual, but girls love when guys notice these spots. When she gets more comfortable, you can venture into more uncharted waters, but not just yet. You said she's a dancer right? I'm thinking for your next date, you should pull the old 'my cousin's wedding' routine." Bones seemed pleased with his idea.
"But surr, my couzin eez not getting married."
"You know, I'm gonna ignore that because if wait around for you to smarten up, I'm going to be 80 when you lose your v-card. Now I suggest you write some of this down, it's going to come in handy…"
Bit of a cliffer there. BTW, if anyone is up to the task of writing a good full-length SuluOC fic, I would adore you! I haven't been able to find one yet, but I would for sure be a fan!
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