Heat, the One Shot
"Scotty, can you do me a favor?"
"What me wee bonnie lass?"
"Can you take this report to Spock?"
"And why would I do that?"
"Because you love me?"
"Sorry lass, I'm not a delivery boy."
Emily sighed softly and gently rested her head on his shoulder, making him look at her. "Last time, I nearly passed out from the heat," she mumbled.
He took look at her face, the way she looked embarrassed and her eyes reflected some self-hatred that almost made him shiver until he gently sighed, taking the report. "All right," he said and she suddenly smiled, giving Scotty a kiss that could rival almost all others.
"Thank you Scotty."
As he went to deliver the report, he realized he could never deny her anything, not really. Oh, he could, but he never felt a reason to yet.