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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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“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.”

Victor let out a thoughtful hum, brushing his fingers under James’s eyes and across his lips, trying to imagine the damage. “If I didn’t know better,” he mused, “I’d say you like it rough.” Of course he did know, and knew James did like it rough.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head into the touches, gaze knowing and mischievous when he opened them again. "Oh, I do like it rough," he confirmed what Victor already knew with a smirk on his lips. "But you've never done anything as extreme as breaking my nose."

“No,” Victor agreed, lightly kissing said nose. He moved his hand to its usual place in James’s hair. “So, how long can we stay up here, anyway?”

“A few days,” he purred, eyes closing and head canting to meet the stroke of Victor’s fingers. “I marked the shuttle as unavailable for the next four days, so I was thinking... two nights, three at best? We can just go back when we feel like it.”

He loved the way James moved closer to Victor's fingers. He kept the movement gentle for now. "Wow. Two whole nights? That's more than I was expecting." He could definitely give James a good anniversary gift during that time.

"I didn't thank you yet," he realized, "for doing all of this. Letting me see what being in your world is like. So thank you."

“Good,” he said, voice still soft and contented as Victor petted his hair. “I worried it might be too long, or we’d eventually get bored, but... I figure we’ll think of stuff we can do to entertain ourselves.”

He looked up at Victor’s last words, sitting upright again. “I love it, up here. Traveling across the stars, exploring new worlds, being Captain with my own starship... for a long time, I thought that was it for me, that I’d never have anything else, or find anything else that would make me feel as happy, or as fulfilled. Which is why it was so disorienting when I started to feel unmotivated and aimless. Suddenly everything made me feel so... lonely.”

He caught Victor’s hand, holding it in his own. “But I was wrong, and I’m glad that I was. So— don’t thank me for showing you my world— because you are my world, too. Not sharing this or everything else with you seems almost unthinkable.”

Victor listened as his fingers moved. He let out a breath when James stopped speaking, overwhelmed by the words.

"You--" He swallowed and tried again. "I want to share my world with you too, James, but... I don't really know where that is. The grey world and Storybrooke both feel like mine."

“That’s alright,” Jim shrugged lightly, smiling fondly. “You did recreate your lab just for me. That was... very special, and romantic. I don’t think anyone else would have done that for me, especially when we’d only been dating for a few days.”

He would never forget that, as he would never forget all the other wonderful things Victor had done for him, both big and small. “And who knows, maybe this place will offer some way for you to show me both your worlds, someday.”

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