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( closed ) fly me to the moon

who: Jim Kirk & Victor Frankenstein
what: romantic weekend in the stars (literally)
when: early September
where: on the shuttle, up in space
warnings: some kinky sex

The shuttle isn't exactly the most romantic of transportations, but Jim has tried his best to make it look and feel comfortable and cozy. There's no actual bed, but he has set up a large mattress on the floor in the cargo bay area, with plenty of pillows and blankets, and he's hung a few curtains from the walls so the room doesn't look as cold with all the metal and hard edges all over. There's a box with a few things they might need, though he hasn't forgotten to stock up on supplies for an emergency situation, as well as enough food rations to last them a few weeks if something does happen. He doesn't think it will, but still.

For now Jim's sitting in the pilot seat, fastened securely into place as they cross the atmosphere and start on the smooth path taking them up into space. It's not too high up above the moon, but they get a nice view of both it and the Capitol World a little farther in the distance, and Jim makes sure to take on a steadier speed before turning on the autopilot, letting Victor take in the view for a while.

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He did say it because it was true, but he wouldn’t lie: seeing that fluster spread across Victor’s cheeks was immensely rewarding. “You think of the weirdest references,” he chuckled, though grinning that Victor said that. “I love it.”

"What exactly is the weird part?" Victor wondered. "That I'm quoting from a Frankenstein-inspired source, or that I actually know the source in the first place? Or," he went on with eyes shining, "would you find it weirder that I'd dress up as one of the characters?"

Jim chuckled, lifting a single shoulder. “All those things, I think. It’s cute,” he added, because he loved it when Victor showed the knowledge he had in a cultural era Jim was so passionate about. “Which character would you dress up as?”

He flashed a little smile. One of the first things he'd done once he gained memories was to find the many versions of himself created by the world. Victor had no idea if the others did anything like that, but he was glad he did for moments like this when he could geek out with James.

"The doctor, obviously." He gave James a playful nudge. "Who else?" And with that image to tease his beloved, Victor focused on the meal.

“Well, I don't know,” he said in a teasing tone, as he took a forkful of food to his mouth. “I’d hate to have to worry about you seducing the entire population on this moon.” He winked at Victor, taking a sip from his wine.

Victor let out a snort at that comment. "So you think I'd be seductive in that outfit? Not ridiculous?" He gave James a teasing nudge. "You think I could seduce you if I wore that?"

Jim laughed out loud just picturing Victor dressed like that, shaking his head. Yeah, okay, maybe a little ridiculous. He arched an eyebrow at Victor's question, looking him up and down briefly. "I think you could seduce me wearing just about anything."

He grinned; he did like the way James surveyed him. "Seducing you isn't... hard," Victor remarked, his eyebrow twitching up at the use of that word. He said it in a teasing tone, but it was true.

“Well, it could be,” he said with a smirk, turning the meaning of that word around on Victor. “But you know me. I’m so... so easy.”

Victor chuckled, pausing in his meal enough to peck James on the lips. "Doesn't mean I won't stop sweeping you off your feet," he murmured.

“I should hope so,” he answered back, eyes lidded as he rested his forehead against Victor’s for a moment. “I’ll be doing the same. Which reminds me— I have a surprise for you.”

Victor let his nose brush up against James's while they were close. "You mean there's even more?" He felt a little overwhelmed by that idea. "You spoil me, you know."

“Of course,” Jim said with raised eyebrows, adding since he figured Victor likely didn’t remember it. “It’s our six month anniversary today, you know.”

His expression turned soft. "You're such a sap. I knew, I just--" He paused, pulling back enough to brush stray hairs away from James's forehead. He reflected on how nervous he felt their first night.

"I don't really have anything for you," he admitted with a sigh.

“You thought I wouldn’t do something to celebrate it?” He said with a soft smile, leaning into Victor’s touch. To be fair, Jim had never told him that this trip had a special meaning, and honestly, it didn’t. He’d want to do it even if this wasn’t a special date. It just happened to coincide.

“I didn’t think you would. But that’s fine. You can be my gift,” he shrugged, smiling.

He could only shrug. They did special things for each other all the time. He knew they would've gone up here no matter what day James arranged it. Then again, he should have known James would do something extra for this occasion.

"I think I can do better than that," Victor mused. "But for now, I'm interested in whatever you came up with."

Considering he managed to set this up during a special date for them, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to make it even more special. He wasn’t at all upset that Victor hadn’t thought of it, since Jim hadn’t even once mentioned their half-year anniversary.

“Well, I won’t say no to a special gift if you wanna get me something once we’re back,” he said as he took another sip of his wine. “But let’s finish dinner first. I’ll get your gift after.”

Victor agreed to that and went back to the meal. There was something charming about its simplicity. He let his imagination take over for a minute, putting them in a real space exploring scenario, where they would likely have a meal just like this one.

His eyes wandered to where he could see the stars stretching around them. Not all of them were stars, he knew; some were planets or possibly other natural satellites-- or maybe even unnatural ones.

"I really hope one of those is a dwarf star," he said aloud. "I've kind of missed being around dwarfs."

Jim focused on Victor more than anything. His gaze followed Victor’s to the stars, and he smiled fondly. The doctor’s awe and excitement over the most various things would always serve to remind him how smitten he was.

“I could run a quick scan and tell you,” he offered. “But it’s not the same as having one of your dwarf friends around. I mean, were they your friends? I thought that was just Snow White.”

"They were my employees," Victor corrected. "Leroy-- or Grumpy, as you know him. He was the janitor. And Walter-- that is, Sleepy-- he was the security guard. And one of them was our sheriff while Emma and David were out of town. Long story."

He didn't want to get too far down dark mood territory, so he concluded his thoughts by saying, "I guess I just miss the way Leroy would run around town yelling about the newest thing going on. Best way to spread information in Storybrooke is to tell Leroy about it, or even let him listen in. We wouldn't need the network if he was here in the Quarantine."

“Sleepy was your security guard?” Jim said with raised eyebrows and an amused smile. “That sounds like a terrible idea.” He could only imagine that he’d have a hard time not falling asleep on the job, being who he was.

Jim smiled at Victor’s story, or at least the bit of it that he shared. “That’s really cute. Seven Dwarves running the town.”

He chuckled. "The curse had a weird sense of humor," he agreed. Though he had to snort at the dwarfs being called "cute". He would like to see Leroy's reaction to that one.

"Anyway," he resumed, "didn't you tell me you had someone on your crew named Cupcake?" Victor liked hearing James's stories probably as much as James liked hearing his.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” Jim said with amusement. Still, in all honesty, he’d still find the dwarves cute once he met them.

The question got a laugh out of him, shaking his head slightly as he remembered his Lieutenant. “God, that’s true. Lieutenant Hendroff— in his defense, that’s just his middle name. Still funny, though,” he tipped his head and sighed. “Yeah, he really didn’t like me when we first met. He and two other ensigns beat the crap out of me at a bar.”

Victor finished his meal while listening to James reminisce. It made him want to be on the real Enterprise and meet for himself all the people James talked about. He shook his head at the story’s conclusion, sipping his wine.

“I can believe it. You know, the only bar fights I’ve ever seen are in movies. I can’t imagine the real thing being fun.”

“They’re not, believe me. You’re better off,” he said, shaking his head. “I ended up with a big black eye, a split lip, a broken nose and some ugly bruises on my sides and ribs. But I think that what hurt more was my pride.”

A confession he could easily admit to now, but not so much back then. “I totally deserved it, though.”

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