( open ) so darling, save the last dance for me

[winscenario]

who: Jim Kirk & YOU!
what: last month Jim asked for some dance lessons on the network, this is a log for said lessons + people randomly walking in on him practicing on his own, and finally the actual date with Victor
when: throughout July
where: various places
warnings: none, will edit if need be

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[jolting]

[Victor laughed, kissing into James's hair. He'll risk messing up the styling to show some affection]

I think I've had plenty of positive looks for a while. At least from people who aren't you.

[winscenario]

[ It's fine, he'll smooth it right back into place. Far be it from him to ever stop Victor from messing up his hair. ]

Mm, I've noticed. Making some friends around here. I do hope I'll never have to pull the jealous boyfriend card on anyone, though.

[jolting]

Of course not. You're the only starship captain from Iowa in the Quarantine, and even if you weren't, none of them are named James T. Kirk. So that rules them out to be of any interest to me apart from friendship.

[winscenario]

[ Jim chuckles at that answer, grinning wide. ]

I was kidding! I know that, you silly. [ Tugging on Victor's collar. ] I feel the same. For the record.

[jolting]

[He rolls his eyes] You just like the way I inflate your ego by saying stuff like that, don't you?

[winscenario]

Yes, I do. Don't you like hearing me say how much I love you, and how you're the only one for me?

[jolting]

[He kisses James's nose, and then his lips]

You did far more than just saying it tonight, geliebte. I'm a little reluctant to go home and leave this, after all the work you put into it.

[winscenario]

We can stick around a little longer, you know. We don't have to go home yet.

[ He did rent the place for the whole night, after all, and Lucy's staying with the sitter, so they can take as long as they want. ]

[jolting]

[A little smile touches his lips]

Good. You found a nice place. I feel like we could be anywhere. The Quarantine, Storybrooke, some garden at your academy... It's nice to imagine.

[winscenario]

[ Jim chuckles, brushing his nose against Victor's cheek. He holds one of the doctor's hands, threading their fingers together. ]

I don't really care where we are— as long as I get to be with you.

[jolting]

Hm. You keep talking like that and I'll start calling you Treebeard instead of Captain Charming.

[Because he's being so sappy. HE KNOWS JOKES]

[winscenario]

Treebeard? [ Initially he thinks of the old Ent tree— that is, until it clicks in his head that Victor's making a joke. Or trying at least. ]

Oh— come on, [ He laughs, swatting a hand lightly at him. ] Now I don't know if I want a whole life with you, if you're gonna keep making lame jokes like that.

[jolting]

Face it, babe. You love a lame old man. [He smirks, kissing him on the cheek] What can I do to remind you that you absolutely want a life with me?

[winscenario]

Yeah, I do. And I knew it all along.

[ He does like Victor’s sense of humor, terrible jokes and all. ]

Mm, you could... sing to me. Or recite me a poem. Some kind of romantic gesture like that.

[jolting]

[He has been educating himself on music from after the 1980s, and he doesn't actually sing that much, so it would be the more meaningful gesture. After a moment he comes up with one. Its pace is slow with a beat perfect for a waltz.

Which he very well might drag James into, though he still keeps them close enough to hear the words]

[winscenario]

[ Jim closes his eyes and leans into Victor, feeling his heart practically dance in his chest to the tune of the song Victor's singing. The words are perfect— much like everything else tonight has been. ]

I don't know that one, [ He speaks quietly once Victor finishes, looking up and kissing him slowly. ] I love it.

[jolting]

I've been trying to catch up on the last thirty or so years.

[He cups the other man's face in his hands to return the kiss, letting their noses brush before pulling away. His fingers slid down, gently scratching the back of James's neck before going down farther and looping around his hips]

I'm curious: did you have a planned end to the evening?

[winscenario]

[ Purring, he shifts a little closer to Victor, lifting a single shoulder in a shrug. ]

Not really. Thought we could dance a little, maybe order some food here if we were hungry, set up an impromptu romantic picnic out here... Nothing beyond that. [ Raising an eyebrow. ] Why? Got any ideas?

[jolting]

[He chuckles] Always, but they can wait for our next date. Though I can go ahead and get some food for us. What are you hungry for, geliebte?

[winscenario]

Looking forward to it already. [ He leans back on his seat, smiling. ] Hmm... maybe some sandwiches? Something easy to eat out here. I didn't exactly bring cutlery along.

[jolting]

Sandwiches. Got it. [He gets out his device so he can make the order, letting James offer some input into what will go into the sandwiches even though he knows the other man's preferences very well]

While we're waiting, want to pick out constellations? [Stargazing is a pretty standard romantic moment, but why mess with a classic?]

[winscenario]

[ He looks up at the sky at Victor's suggestion. ] They're all different from back home.

[ Still, he shifts on the seat, lying down with his head resting on Victor's lap. This way he can get a nice view of the night sky— as well as the doctor himself, of course. ]

[jolting]

So? Are you saying you can’t make any up? It’s like that game of finding shapes in clouds, except it’s stars.

[winscenario]

Alright, alright! No need to be such a grump. [ He huffs, grinning, then starts tracing along the stars as he tries to find patterns. ]

Mmm, those look like... a fish. And there— a boat? What can you see?

[jolting]

[He was trying to be teasing. Did it come out wrong? James is smiling, so maybe he’s teasing back]

Hm. Yeah, I see the boat, too. And that could be a deer or a horse.