( 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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[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.

[winscenario]

[ He definitely took it as teasing, yes. No need for Victor to worry about Jim taking it the wrong way. He is smiling after all. ]

Definitely a deer. You can see the antlers.

[jolting]

Mmm, I see it now. [He falls quiet for a moment] We’ll go up there and fly through them all.

[winscenario]

Well, not necessarily through them, but— closer to them.

[ His arm leans to the side, fingers brushing down Victor's nose, then across his lips. ] You're cute.

[jolting]

You know what I mean.

[His smile warms, his own fingers weaving through James's hair. Not so worried about messing up the style anymore]

You're not so bad yourself, captain.

[winscenario]

[ His smile widens, and he wiggles his head a little on Victor's lap. ]

Yes, I know.

[ Winking at Victor, he reaches for the doctor's hand, threading their fingers together. ]

[jolting]

[He could just sit here like this all night. And probably would, if he didn't have to get up to retrieve their sandwich order and pay the delivery person]

I don't suppose you brought a blanket or something, did you?

[winscenario]

Actually... I came prepared.

[ He sits up, stealing a quick peck from Victor's lips before he heads back inside to retrieve a nice warm blanket, large enough for the both of them. ]

[jolting]

[He raises an eyebrow, watching with curiosity until James comes back with a blanket. Somehow, this doesn't surprise him. He waits for it to be arranged, then he puts their food out and grabs the wine and even tries aiming the music in their direction]

You do the toast this time.

[winscenario]

[ Jim takes a seat on the blanket, balancing the glasses on the floor and filling them up a little before handing one of them to Victor. ]

I'll toast to... improbabilities. And multidimensional wormholes.

[jolting]

[He can't help but snort at that]

Wow. You are such a nerd. I love it. [He clicks their glasses together and takes a sip]

[winscenario]

[ He laughs, nudging Victor's leg lightly. ]

What? They're both things that brought me to you. Or you to me, whatever.

[ After clinking their glasses together he takes a sip, setting the glass down on a smooth rock nearby so he won't knock it down while they eat. ]