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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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Victor pulled them so they could lay down on the mattress. He was glad for some cuddling. They definitely needed a recovery window, and he needed more time to finish James's gift. Some gifts would have to wait for them to be back at the Quarantine, but James liked music and poetry, and those were things Victor could make for him now.

Victor settled, closing his eyes to better arrange the words in his mind.

Jim stretched out across the mattress lazily, like a cat cuddling up next to Victor. Draping a leg and an arm over him, he nuzzled against the curve of Victor's neck, sighing contentedly. He wasn't so tired as to fall asleep right now, but it was really nice to get to rest together like this.

He did pull away briefly to reach a remote nearby, opening up the small window above them so they could have a nice view of the stars and space around them.

He hummed a tune James liked while gently combing through his hair. His eyes opened so he could take in the view. He breathed in their scents, letting James's presence settle and calm him as it always did. Victor never actually composed poetry before so he was a little nervous as he began speaking the words.

"In my world of storms and shadows, he was sunlight streaming through. When I could only see shades of grey, his bright colors seemed so new. Man of the stars, I looked for you, though I did no know your name. Somewhere in space and time you looked for me the same. There were years and worlds between us, limits we defied, to find the place where we belonged: here, by each other's side."

He couldn't think of any more to add so he left it there and waited for James to respond.

Jim didn't even realize it was meant to be a poem at first, thinking that Victor was just talking to him. After the first rhyme, though, he glanced up, slowly propping his upper body on one of his elbows so he could look at Victor's face properly.

"You just came up with that?" He asked with a wide, warm smile on his face, his eyes shining in the dark of the room. "For me?"

“Well...” Victor shrugged, a little smile playing on his lips. “I wanted to make you something for our anniversary, and you like poetry, so...” He trailed off, capture by the look in James’s eyes. “Yes, I came up with that just now. That was the gift.”

Jim could barely contain the happiness he felt, though his smile stayed much the same. His heart beat fast in his chest, and he took a deep breath, pressing his forehead against Victor's, eyes closed. "It's wonderful," he whispered, voice warm and filled with emotion.

Victor let out a soft sigh of contentment, brushing their noses together and letting his breath tease James’s mouth. “I can write it down later,” he offered, “if you want.” Obviously there would be no moving anytime soon.

"Please do," Jim murmured, kissing Victor's lips gently while he stroked his face and hair. "On some nice paper... so I can save it somewhere." He wouldn't frame it and put it on display or anything, because it was perfect and intimate and he wanted to keep it all to himself. But he did want to have that poem with him in some way.

He let out a soft noise of acknowledgment. That could wait until they were back in the Quarantine. Right now he wanted to enjoy being tangled up in James. Victor gently nudged the hand, encouraging it to keep stroking through his hair.

He happily kept brushing his fingers through the short strands, fisting and tugging lightly every so often. He leaned down and started planting soft little pecks all over Victor's face, lingering on his lips, nipping at the flesh there teasingly. His hand eventually dropped down to his neck, fingertips running along the chain around his neck, thumb rubbing against the metal pendant hanging from it.

Victor sighed, tilting his head so he could follow the path of James's mouth. His skin tingled at the man's touch and he slid his hand up to start his own path through James's hair. Victor liked this, how they could be both tender and rough. His fingers echoed James's, following the constellation's path on the pendant. Then they moved to James's wrist to trace the infinity symbol on his bracelet.

"What's your favorite piece of jewelry?" Victor wondered.

Jim's head tilted to meet the touch of those fingers in his hair, closing his eyes for a moment. He only opened them when Victor spoke up, and he hummed thoughtfully.

"Well, I love them both because they remind me of you," he started, then glanced down at the bracelet, Victor's fingers still tracing the symbol. "But... the bracelet was the one you actually got me, so that one."

His eyes flickered up to meet Victor's, and he smiled. "What about you? What's your favorite?"

"I meant more... in general," Victor said with a little smile. His fingers slid up to link around James's, squeezing his hand. "I didn't really think I was a jewelry person before you gave me the ring. Now I feel naked when I'm not wearing it, and not in a good way, so... I guess that one's my favorite."

"Oh," Jim chuckled at his own mix-up, and he shrugged. "I've never been a jewelry person before, either. Besides, Starfleet officers are discouraged from wearing any jewelry except for wedding rings. So even if I had something, I wouldn't have worn it."

He looked down at the ring on Victor's finger, thumb brushing over the stone. Finally he lifted Victor's hand and kissed the band. "I'm glad you like it. I'm very happy I got it for you."

"Me too." He had a moment of panic at the time, but now he couldn't imagine going through his day without the feel of metal around his finger.

"I imagine you'd find a way to wear that bracelet anyway," he added with an amused smile.

Yeah, Jim hadn't really thought that one through, and it definitely hadn't been his intention to catch Victor off-guard. Although he supposed that did happen with some marriage proposals. He'd just decided to leave the ball on Victor's court on that one, once they eventually got to that point, since the doctor had seemed far more scared of taking that step than Jim was.

"Oh, they couldn't outright forbid me," he shrugged, grinning at Victor. "If Uhura can wear earrings, then you bet your cute ass I'd have worn the bracelet too."

He let out a snort, kissing James's hand. "Your ass is pretty cute too, babe." He gave it a pat to confirm his words. "How is it feeling, by the way? Not too sore, I hope."

He tensed slightly when Victor patted his ass, letting out a little sigh. "A little bit. But I'll live. It was... definitely worth it." Victor could spank him red all he wanted, really. He wouldn't ever hear Jim complaining about it.

He snorted again, squeezing one cheek firmly in his hand. "Yeah, that was pretty amazing." He slapped James lightly on the ass. "I, ah... I'm looking forward to when it's my turn."

He yelped in Victor's arms, wiggling on top of him at the slap. "Oh, don't worry. There will be plenty of opportunity for that." And he could be a rather strict Master, as Victor would undoubtedly find out soon enough.

"Really?" A mischievous spark lit up his eyes and he slapped James again, a little harder. "Is that a promise?"

He gasped this time around, reaching down to catch Victor's wrist. "Yeah, you can call it that," he murmured, biting Victor's lower lip.

His heart skipped a little when James grabbed his wrist. The hold wasn't so tight he couldn't break free of it if he wanted. But he let James hold him, his other hand still petting the man's hair.

"You did bring a lot of stuff," he pointed out. "How many of those do you want to use on me? I'm guessing 'all' but did you have any specific ones in mind?"

He moved Victor's wrist so he could pin it down to the mattress next to his head, his fingers sliding across the palm and weaving through Victor's own in a tight hold.

"How about... I let you choose what you want me to use on you first?" Just like Victor let him choose what he wanted used on him.

Breath caught in his throat, eyes widening just a bit. "Um. I think you're doing fine without that stuff right now. But..." He wet his lips. "I am a little curious about those beads."

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