littlegreengirl (littlegreengirl) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-03-14 23:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gaila, montgomery scott |
“Seriously? Kirk put you up to this?”
Who: Gaila Scotty
What: Scotty takes Kirk's advice. The hello kitty slippers are sentient. There's talk of moonsex. Cass still hasn't told Scotty her first name.
When: Yesterday
Where: Gaila's apartment.
Rating: PG-13, Language, sexual innuendo
Status: Complete
Scotty was walking toward Cass’ apartment, his phone held in one hand and the route plotted on a map. He figured it couldn’t be that far away, since she was always walking around. And in this case, he wanted to give himself some props for being right yet again, because it wasn’t taking too long to get there.
Contrary to what one would thing, Cass’ tiny apartment was relatively spartan. There were plants, a 3d rendering of a sun, and some knicknacks.
He stopped and eyed the building, and did a quick double-check with the phone to verify that the location was a match. Excellent detective work, Professor Scott! However, just as soon as he’d given himself that little mental back pat, he began to hesitate. Maybe it would be better to count this as a nice stroll, to just wander off and then go home after the sun finally set, and not worry about knocking on anyone’s door. Brilliant! Great plan. Seemed highly advisable!
If not for the fact that he was somewhat under orders, he would have kept right on going. And, he reminded himself, that - even if this wasn’t a real military type of order being given - they would have to work together at some point. Probably soon, given the robot situation, so it might be better to make nice and they could at least get along, like they’d done before.
Cass had thought about going out, but never got the chance, or really wanted to.
All righty, then! All work! Totally business! Scotty walked up to her door, paused, and then knocked. It wasn’t a loud knock. He didn’t want to be obnoxious. It was the knock of it being all about business, nothing funny or astounding about it.
Hm, she might not be home. He waited and then knocked again, telling himself that if she didn’t answer, he would just go home. He’d be making an arse out of himself if he waited any longer or kept knocking. She might be waiting for him to go away and not answering the door, on purpose.
After many long moments attempting to ignore the door, Cass finally answered it. She was wearing a green robe and Hello Kitty slippers. She eyed him, unsure.
Scotty stared at her, up and down, and finally was staring down at her Hello Kitty slippers. Those, he thought to himself, were safe to look at. Because it’s Hello effing Kitty. Nothing harmful about that, other than the evil that was the color pink.
“....ahh...I needed tae talk tae ye.” Oh it was much easier talking to the slippers than it was, eye-to-eye. “If ye...are not...busy?” Orders: stop sounding glum. Not glum. Business! All business! “Right. So. I just wanted tae say, that I'd still like ye tae...work...projects...programming things, because I cannae think of anyone else who's better at...those things, than ye are.”
Obviously he's never seen a hello-kitty vibrator...which she owns, but that's a private thing she's not about to tell him about. Ever. Maybe except to get a rise out of him. Irony laced her voice, “My eyes are up here...is that all? Just..projects?”
“Right, I know that. Just....uh...hm...the kitties seem safer right now, tae stare at.” He only vaguely heard himself saying that, and was staring at the slippers, pointing down lamely at them. Yes, those are two kitty faces. He drew in a much needed, deep breath. “I...think...I mean, that's what ye need, so...aye, just projects, if that's what ye want.:
There, that covered it nicely. Did it still sound bummed out? He wasn’t sure, but he was staring to see if one of those kitty faces moved to kick him, or to see if the door shut and no more Hello Kitty fuzzy slippers. Great plan! All business! Glum, glum business.
He shoved both hands into his jacket pockets and raised his eyebrows up at Cass’ Hello Kitty feets. ’Well then? What do you think of that, kitty heads?’
The Hello Kitty Feet just stared mournfully at him, unmoving and unfeeling. Cass chewed on her lip, “I’m really confused right now.”
This was so easy, he began to blurt words out like he was simply explaining things to Hello Kitty feet, and wasn’t processing the information fully, first.
“Kirk suggested...told me...I should just show up, because we can't have each other at each other's throats...mission...space...things. Aye, that. So, I'm here.” He continued staring down at her slippers, like he was transfixed by their cold stare and drew in a deep breath, so he could continue confessing. “I mean, I should set things right, after what I'd said. Did. With things. I'd just realized maybe ye were thinking that fooling about was a mistake, so I was trying tae fix it.”
It seemed like the Hello Kitty Feet were talking, “Seriously? Kirk put you up to this?”
Cass folded her arms as the Hello Kitty Feet kept talking, “I don’t know..I don’t think this was a mistake.”
See! Much easier! He almost smiled at that, but didn’t want to get his hopes up too much, in case things went horribly wrong. Therefore, he kept right on confessing, at the Hello Kitty confessional x 2 and he had a speech planned out to explain the whole thing further. “Aye, he kinda talked me intae it. Or ordered. Something odd like that. He was very serious. Either way, I'm here. And I'd at least like us tae work together if...wait, ye dunnae think it's a mistake?”
Did she say that, really? He didn’t tip his head up, just kind of peeked at her, briefly and questioningly, like he wasn’t sure what to think, now.
Cass pulled him inside, finally.
He had his mouth opened to protest, but it was too late. He was inside, now. Inside, with two Hello Kitty feet faces staring back up at him, with cold, beady, black Hello Kitty eyeballs.
”Aye, I thought you thought it was...or it seemed that way, and so...was just fixing it. Even if it made me miserable, I supposed it was better off for you. If it was making you so...” He shifted his gaze off to one side, thinking, and trying to get away from the stare of cutesy kitty character doom.
Cass sounded upset, “...I made you miserable? I never wanted that!” Her slippers stared up at him, accusingly.
“Nae, you dinnae make me miserable. Seeing that you had tae keep running off like I was smothering you or doing tae much, made me miserable. Sending you off like that, made me miserable.” He winced miserably down at the Hello Kitty faces, like they were judge, jury, and executioner.
“I dinnae want you feeling like that, so I thought it better tae just...” Scotty waved his hand a little bit, a half-hearted shooing motion. “Shot me mouth off again.”
“I'm obviously making you miserable, look at you!” The woman closed the door and pushed him up against it, wrapping her arms around him, effectively locking his arms at his sides. The Hello Kitty Feet are doom feet and still stared up at him with malice and menace.
“I've had like..one adult relationship my whole life, and you know what happened to it. I'm used to leaving in the morning or kicking them out, in the morning.”
Scotty had been glaring down at her Hello Kitty slippers, like they are the great betrayers of the galaxy. He did take a chance and peeked up at her while she was talking, eyes serious and lips pressed together, like he was thinking hard about of what to say. Thinking kind of was shot to hell because he was sure she just said the R word. Relationship thing and his brain kind of stumbled over the word a few times. If, by stumble, one might mean, kept tripping over it repeatedly, and falling flat on it’s brain-face.
He squinted. He opened his mouth, but all that came out was a tiny noise like he was being choked. He snapped his mouth closed, shifty-eyed and thinking, and reminding himself to breathe. It was uncomfortably quiet for at least a full minute. Quick! Think of something!
“...I...well...I mean, there's no reason we cannae at least work together, aye? For the betterment of...getting tae the moon, which would kick arse? And...things.”Hello Kitty Feet” *relationship. want to fight about it?*
Scotty would’ve said ‘aye?’ but instead he was just staring down at her accusing slippers with a vaguely questioning and profoundly confused expression etched on his face. It wasn’t only the slippers, no. It was that he couldn’t figure out how to break through the door with his back as a battering ram, and why doors were not shoddily constructed so you could fall through them, like paper walls in an anime cartoon. Ninjas and stuff. Mmhm. Being a ninja right now would be handy, because then he could throw down a smoke bomb and escape, swiftly and silently. Those being two qualities that weren’t necessarily associated with him.
“I want to be the first person to have sex on the moon. And Mars.” And in space, but she was pretty sure astronauts had already snuck some quickies on the space shuttle. Her Hello Kitty feet seemed to be abuzz in anticipating.
Oh god. He let out a shuddering breath at the mere thought of that, because....ohhhh sex on the bloody moon would be sooooooo good and fun, most of all. Of course, she also just floored him by simply...blabbing it out, so casually.
“I’d like that?” Did his voice just sound like it had gone into a tone that only dogs could hear? He paused and cleared his throat. With any luck, his voice would sound more normalized. “But...I dinnae like that you left like that, without saying anything. Ye know. That morning, after.”
Cass had started to grin. Then it faded, “I’m sorry.”Hello Kitty Feet: *DOOM*
He nodded and tried to clarify, while feeling like her slippers were boring holes into his skull. “I know. And I’d meant, well, hours after...it dunnae matter, I suppose I didn't like it. After I'd thought about it, that is, and you said that an'...I dunnae want you tae be unhappy, is all.”
Scotty’s voice fell into a low murmur, “I'm sorry, tae. I was only doing what I thought was right.”
The slippers stared up at Scotty, exuding judgement! “You don't have ...Its my fault, I'm the one that's guilty.”
“That situation took two people tae make it go wrong, so blame's just as much on me. I could've been more understanding.” He tried to just...lift the toe of one boot up and adjust it at an angle, so it was covering one Hello Kitty face, and the power of doom and judgment was diminished, by half. That done, he peeked up at Cass and smiled, hopefully.
The slippers were still emitting a cold, dead stare of devouring souls with pancakes and syrup. Cass pulled away a bit. She felt awkward. This was HER place, “Want a drink?
“Umm...sure, I'd like one. Twist me arm off.” At least he felt more comfortable, enough to make a joke. And as she walked away, he was admittedly giving things a glancing over, like it was some sort of museum exhibit where they displayed the habitat that girls lived in, for those who weren’t brave enough to initially go tromping in to such places, unprepared. His own place was pretty clean and profoundly sparse, in comparison. Very utilitarian. Fine, it was clean-ish, since it was over a garage. It was as clean as it was going to get, without a fresh layer of paint.
Cass had a few things, as mentioned previously. Including a a rosary hanging over one door. She pointed at the couch, ordering him to sit and went to rustle up some booze.
Scotty sat, as instructed! He finally took his hands out of his jacket pockets, and too his hat off. That was promptly shoved into a jacket pocket, so he wouldn’t forget it and leave it here on accident.
“It's kind of strange, really, that Kirk had your address,” he said, trying to make conversation, even if he was still a wee bit ‘meh’ sounding. After all, he wasn’t sure where things stood either. Would it be a working type situation? Something else, otherwise? And, if so, he was comfortable leaving it as ‘something else’ because he still was not wanting to use the R word, no.
There was a picture on wall: A rendition of the she-demon/angel sodomy.
He grinned up at it, because that was brilliant. Oh fine, it was so brilliant, that he raised his arms up a little into the YAY cheer, and dropped them back down. It probably wasn’t right to do that sort of thing. A meteorite might fall from space and smite him.
Wasn’t it a relationship of..sorts? She brought him crown and herself a crown and coke and sat across from him, crossing her legs. Her robe fell open a bit, and her slippers stared.
“Oh, cheers. Thankie. Yay.” He took the glass gratefully, not at all considering the R word stuff, since it simply was...whatever it was, that was unnamable and unable to be catagorized. a relationship, you brilliant dumb ass (mun note). He took a drink to steady his nerves, and was making a valiant effort to avoid the Hello Kitties. Thanks to her robe, he had plenty of opportunity and incentive to not look at her slippers. Truth be told, he was trying not to stare and failing miserably, taking several peeks before just staring, openly.
“You just want a working relationship?”
There was a long, silent moment, which involved much head-tiltingness on his part, as well as a thoroughly glazed-over gaze. For all extensive purposes, his thoughts appeared to be a thousand miles away. Scotty blinked suddenly, which was a good thing since his eyes were in danger of drying out.
“...hm? Did ye say something?” he asked, totally oblivious to any questions that had been posed to him.
The slippers almost seemed to be looking at him like he was a pervert! Cass looked down. She wasn’t showing that much but fixed it regardless, “There's no reset button for relationships, Scotty.”
“Oh.” Now Scotty stopped staring, and didn’t even look at her accusing Hello Kitty slippers. She’s used the R word again, and what with the way she said that, it was as if the tiny part of him that was hoping for a do-over had just been squashed flat. His mind was drawing a blank and he couldn’t think of anything else to say, but that was that, he supposed. “Oh.”
There, he said it, again. Yep, that was that, no resets, so she probably wouldn’t forgive him and he should just smile and nod, and take a good, long drink.
“Why don't I get dressed and call for take out? We could have a..shut in date.”
“...um...a what?” Scotty nearly spilled his drink with fumbling hands, because he wasn’t sure what was going on, and she just used the D word.
Yes, yes she had.
“Uhh...ye dunnae have tae do that, lass! Maybe I should just...ye know, not trouble ye anymore an' go home.” He pointed over at the door with one hand and drank with the other. It was safest that way, before there’s anything being blurted out for clarifications that might vaguely point toward D or R words, either of which will make his brain explode. Besides, he was not one to let good booze go to waste, either. If he had to make an escape, he’d save the booze. By hiding it in his stomach.
“Fine...” Cass frowned.
Oh, hell. She was frowning. He stopped drinking and sighed. He was no fan of a frowny Cass, because it meant that something, somehow, had gone wrong and she wasn’t saying what, and that left him having to guess. He hated guessing games, and therefore went for the jugular, preferring to be blunt.
“All right. Dunnae ask me what I want, or take me into account. What do yeeeeew want?”
“I want to have dinner with you!”
“I meant...working type situation or something more or...ye said there was no....resets.” There, he got over that by saying ‘something more’ and skipping entirely over all R words. “Because otherwise, aye, I could eat? Food's good.”
“I mean, I can't just go back to..wanting to slap you. Or even go back to before we kissed. Okay I want to slap you but you know what I mean.” She really wanted to smack him. Upside the head.
“Does that leave the...after we kissed stuff, then?” Scotty scrunched his face up, like he was wondering and thought it was a good thing. Possibly.
Cass nodded slowly.
“So...ye want that, then?” He was staring at her, like she’s a little off her rocker.
“I guess?”
He looked overjoyed, nearly spilling what little was left in his glass as he abruptly set it aside. Instantly, he hugged onto her, grinning wildly.
If the glass could talk, it would’ve said, ’Bitch, please, you skipped only three drops. Scottish booze hound.’
“I'll take the 'I guess' as a good thing, then! Aye.”
Unsure of what had just happened and not wanting to complain, Cass just wrapped her arms around him.
“I'll try not tae chase ye off again. I just thought that...ye know...yer saying 'oh no do overs' meant ye dinnae want anything tae do with me anymore!”
“What? No! I meant..no do-overs going..back...!”
“Well I got that now! I'm shite at this stuff, ye know.” He kissed her on the tip of her nose, because her face was all scrunched up and he’s trying to unstick it, so she didn’t look so WTH at him misinterpreting the whole thing..
She squinted.
“I'd still have sex with you, on the moon. If ye really want tae do that.” Fine, that didn’t work, so he placed another kiss, high up on her cheek, trying to unscrunch one of her eyes, so she was less squinty.
Duh? “Think we could hold out ‘till then?”
He stared back at her like duh? “It’d be months. Before stuff's even tested an' built. What do you think, Cassie?”
“We can try. Consider it incentive.” She figured they’d last a week.
Scotty made a face at her like he wasn’t thinking so, either. He was broader with his rough estimate, because it was better to play it safe.
“We wouldn't last a month.” In fact, it wasn’t looking too good for the present, either, since he just forgot all about being hungry, and was drawing in a deep breath, leaning in against her a little more. “....ye smell really really good.”
“We wouldn't last a week....” She kissed at his neck, hooking a leg around his waist since he was still on top of her...god..might not last the night.
Quite possibly not, because his lips were already grazing over that spot on her neck that he discovered is her weak spot. Maybe arguing right now was a very bad idea. To avoid that and just let her win this round, he made a little ‘mmmhmm’ noise to let her know she was right. With his lips pressed against her neck, just below her ear lobe.
Guhh....”S...scott..y...”
“...mmhm?” His hand was busy making nice with the robe, and trying to feel out what she’s wearing, underneath. Ugh, they were doing it AGAIN. He wasn’t entirely sure what it was about her, sometimes, but he was berating himself for always seeming to gravitate toward her on such a consistent basis. Well, better to try to slow down while making light of it, for a laugh. “...I think yer filled with magnets.”
“But you're not made of metal..” She had a green bra and HK panties on. Shut up. They were on sale.
“...swallowed some coins when I was a wee one, out of me grandfather's collection...maybe one of them's stuck. In my face.” He was already kissing his way down her throat to try to get a peek at...aww, look at that. He backed up just enough to stare at her Hello Kitty undies. Then he SMILED AT HER LIKE AN IDIOT. Words? Not necessary.
The panties accusing stare rivaled that of the slippers.
Oh nuh, they were not going to stare at him like that. He stared back at them, imagining what sort of accusing stare they’d have, after he tossed them onto the floor. Scotty pointed, reaching out, and gave the printed nose a very light finger poke. Still smiling like an idiot. Thus proving the point that, even if the guy is basically a rocket scientist, he is probably just like any standard idiot red-blooded foaming-at-the-mouth male when it comes to being behind locked doors with someone they’ve got the hots for.
Cass swatted his hand.
“Ooch! What was that for!” He shook his hand out. That smarted! “Could have broken me fingers. How am I tae work, then? HM? Mean-spirited lass.”
It was also quickly forgotten, as he was moving in, with the intent to kiss the mean right out of her.
The woman turned her head, snickering.
“Making things difficult, I see.” He kissed her face wherever he could land his lips, while making gwarrrr rawrr noises at her. Fun times. Win!
Cass bit back a groan. She dug her fingers in his hair and shoulder, growling into the kiss.
Well, wait, now that was rather nice. The kisses turned into one long kiss that was very growlingly given, and her robe was wide open under his explorerating hands.
God..god...She grabbed his wrist and broke the kiss, “What are we? What is this. Casual?Record needle screeching across record. Scotty froze in place, forgetting to blink or breathe.
“... ... ... ... ... ….” Okay, maybe breathing might be a good idea. Trying that. He drew in a breath and it sounded as though he were in the middle of an asthma attack.
“I....we....” Was his voice really that high in pitch? How did that happen? It was only a fun snog on the couch, where he was attempting to make up after some stupid dumb argument that was profoundly idiotic and shouldn’t have happened in the first place. Now it was Cass wanting an...answer to...that, whatever that was. QUICK. THINK YE FOOL ARSE! His mind was racing and his face was more or less a very blinky o.O staring back at her.
Cass looked away.
He pondered it over as swiftly as possible and then kissed her softly, not at all as frisky as before. Wait? Solution reached! Well done! No more being in the dog house, for him!
“Cassie, I think, I'd have tae ask what ye want. Because then, if ye tell me, maybe we can work on...” He reminded himself to try to be diplomatic and not to be an arse. “...whatever it is. A relay...tion...ship. Thing. Wow, that's bloody terrifyingly serious, innae it?”
“Terrifying.”
“Aye,” Scotty replied in a whisper, looking a bit worried and a little serious again. “Are ye really ready for that sort of thing? It means not running off and such. Probably. It's rather serious. Only the two of us, no one else? Truth be told, I could do the only two of us thing. I mean, I dunnae think I want anyone else.” He winced and hoped that wasn’t too much for her to deal with, while still leaving it as something he could be comfortable with, also.
“Maybe I should get that divorce first.” Question dodged!
“That might be advisable.” He was watching her, like he knows she is dodging and he’s not going to be quite so diplomatic now. That moment had passed. “Just say ye arenae ready. It's better than not saying a thing at all. Better we be honest with one another. I might not be entirely ready, meself. But if ye still have yer space here and I have mine, there, then I think we can work it out. Tae something comfortable.”
She wrestled with words, feelings. Complicated emotional bullshit. Sometimes its easier to be honest with both him, and herself, “I can do monagomous, Scotty. With the right guy. Maybe you’re that guy.”
He didn’t do the cheering thing with his arms, but instead gave her a light and airy whispered “...yaaaaaaaaaaaay!”
“But,” he paused to point at the tip of her nose with a fingertip. “From now on, so I dunnae go right off the deep end like an eejit again? We've got tae be honest at least with eachother. If something's wrong, I'd like tae know. We can yell at eachother over it.”
He smiled to let her know it was all good, between them.
Cass blushed a bit. She wished he HAD done the cheering arms, would make her feel better. Instead she wanted to throw up or faint, “I’ll try.”
The smile quickly faded.
“Ye look a wee bit green around the gills again, Cass.” He was giving her a Scottish stare down. Both arms wrapped around her in a hug, like it would all work out for the best. “C'mon, get over here.”
“I'm okay just....yeah.”
“I'm okay with trying. Best one can do, as it is,” he said, with a grin. Holding her seemed fine for right now, after all, rushing was bad. It’s not like there was anything in danger of exploding, and no need for acting like they were both under a time crunch. “Maybe we have that...ye want some food? I havenae got a thing planned for tonight, either.”
He wisely avoided the D(ate) word, entirely. Bonus points!
Snuggling in, Cass announced, “I'm starving.”
“Me, tae. I could eat elephant.”
“Let me order something, then we can eat and watch a movie?”
“Sounds good! Nothing mushy.” He couldn’t stop grinning. “Movie, I'd meant. Mushy food's all right.”
“Chinese? Or maybe..ooh I know this deli that delivers...”
“BOTH!”
“...what?”
Scotty reached into his pockets, drawing out some crumpled ten dollar bills.
“I'd like both. Aye, sounds good! Sandwich, nice big meaty one, and some sweet and sour. Pork.
Scotty: Fried rice on the side. Pork kind. Extra em-ess-gee! Small fried rice. Wee one.”
“No wonder you need a diet,” Cass poked his belly,.” Get off me so I can order!” Her slippers kicked him in the legs!
He rolled back and away from her, to the other end of the couch, and looked profoundly offended. One hand patted against his stomach, his chin tipped downward so he could launch an inspection of the supposedly flawed component.
“What's wrong with me guts?! I'm not fat!”
“You're not fat! Just..pudgy.”
“...!” He was so offended, that the only face he could manage making could only be described with an emoticon such as D:<
“I'm not pudgy either!” He lifted up his t-shirt, and stared at his stomach. “It's not pudgy! It's normal! It's not ripped or defined or anything of the sort, that's true...but it's just normal! It's not even sticking out!” He inhaled. “Oh, there it goes.”
That was followed by a glower at her, and he loudly announced his inspection findings, as though they are final, “THAT IS JUST FROM BREATHING.”
Cass started to giggle, which turned into laughter, and found she couldn’t stop.
“BREATHING.” Protestation! He took off his jacket and threw it on the floor, then kicked his boots off. Instantly comfy in under 2.5 seconds. At least the socks were clean! Look, he does his own laundry! It’s a miracle. He threw her some of the money wads he had. “Nae wee small fried rice, but I want the rest of it.”
That done, he stared at her like HE WANTS FOOD, IS HUNGRY MAN, GRAWRR FOODS! PLS PUT IT IN MUH NOT PUDGY BELLY. He was not pudgy or anything, he worked his arse off, dammit, and preferred scotch to beer, any day. This required revenge. He scooted her off the couch by nudging around and sprawled out, taking up the entire thing. He is looking most indignant now, as he is profoundly offended. Not really. Or, rather, not as much as he’s putting on at the moment. Blah on you, lass!
There would be ordering! Then good! And a movie! And then sleep!
A good movie! Nothing that's shitty! LIke a comedy, or something actiony or sci-fi, or anime, or fantasy with swordfights. Those worked. If it was a chick flick, or something with drama, he’d be making gagging sounds throughout the film.
However, no matter what the genre, he would willingly make space for couch cuddles while moving watching.
Damn well better be couch cuddles. He still owes her for the teabagging comment long ago.
STILL? She’s really not letting that go, is she? Ha ha!