ST Chulu - Mini DialoguesChekov/Sulu - Mini DialoguesMore Like This
"End no whores vhile I em avay."
"...Did you just say whores?"
"Yes. Vhy do you ask?"
"Well, you're so innocent, Pav. How do you even know that word?"
"I em not as eennocent as eweryvon seems to zink. I could show you, eef you like."
"Pav, don't you have to go...?"
"Vhat, me? Noooo. I figure a few meenutes von't hurt anyvon."
"And you're going to show me how un-innocent you are...?"
"Well, shit. Who can turn down that offer?"
"Damn it, Pasha! Don't look at me with that face!"
"Vaht, zis face? I know not vaht you speak of. Zis is my face."
"Yea, but you're just so goddamn adorable that it's more like a weapon."
"Yea! It's hard to refuse someone when there's a gun shoved in your face, and right now it is very hard to refuse you when you look at me like that!"
"Vell zen, stop refusing."
"I em wi
ST Chulu - PatienceChekov/Sulu - PatienceMore Like This
Chekov moaned as his lips touched mine. I emitted a growl low in my throat, animalistic instinct consuming me. I wanted him. So, so badly. So badly that it hurt, that I physically ached in my need. I was drowning, drowning in love, it seemed...
Our lips still locked, Chekov's deft fingers started to slide down from my shoulders, to the seams of my yellow uniform. He tugged at it fiercely and I pulled away for one second as he ripped the shirt over my head. Smooth hands ran up and down my torso, and a shiver ran up and down my spine. Gooseflesh shadowed his every touch, raising on my arms and chilling my shoulders. I shuddered.
For a second he just sat there, mesmerized by my body. A hot blush reddened his cheeks as he caressed my pale flesh, and he bit his lip, eyebrows furrowing.
"Oh, 'Karu..." he whispered fervently, like a prayer.