Montgomery Scott is a miracle worker (warp_speed) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-03-15 00:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gaila, montgomery scott |
“There's a word for that sort of thing, what word is that?”
Who: Gaila Scotty
What: The R word gets a label finally, gawking nose-picking kid voyeur ruins the mood. I lulz'd my way through this. Gawking Kid FTW!
When: Today!
Where: Undisclosed Park, Santa Ana
Rating: PG-13, Language, sexual innuendo, unfinished friskiness
Status: Complete
Cass already knew where the park was and tugged Scotty along. It was an excuse to hold his hand, mostly, and she found herself enjoying the sudden breeze as they walked along.
It was easier to stare at the phone, until they were outside. Less scrutiny from little old ladies, inside the restaurant. There were quite a few small park areas to choose from.
“Here's one. There's one. That one's close.” He was led along, obliviously, and luckily his ears weren’t feeling like they were on fire, quite so so much. He dared to peek up from his phone. “Ye got something in mind, then?
He had to ask, because they turned a corner and she seemed pretty sure of where they were heading, as well as dragging him along like she was a girl on a mission.
She slipped an arm around his waist and pulled close, bumping her hip against his playfully.
A fun mission, at least. He grinned and hipbumped her a little bit, in return.
“Ye know, if ye dunnae want tae do something, ye can tell me so.”
“I want to do this.”
“I've gathered that, lass! I just meant...in there, it was hard tae tell, unless ye frowned a bit. Then that's pretty much a sign ye dunnae want tae. Ye know what? I might be able tae just tell by the frown, so let's not rock the boat.” He laughed a bit, aimed primarily at himself.
….what? Cass looked at him, confused.
“Let me put it this way? Ye either look like yer not tae terribly interested in something, ye dunnae like something at all, or yer over the bloody moon doing cartwheels. I'm just going tae work on keeping ye looking like yer going tae do cartwheels.”
-_- face. -____________- face!
“What's wrong with that?” He stared at her, incredulously. “I cannae think of anyone who'd want his...you...tae look like THAT.” He pointed at her -_____________- face. It was now exhibit A. “I like it when ye look happy.”
“Your what?”
“I meant in a general context an' metaphor, ye know. As in, him, his, general...lads an' lasses....lads who are with lasses who have lads?”
Cass smirked, and baited the hook, “What am I to you, Scotty?”
“Uhh...I...yer? Well, that is tae say...I think...um...ay yi yi...be diplomatic, ye arse! For once!" Yes, he just told himself that, outloud, unthinkingly. “Ignore that, I thought that outloud. And? Well, that dunnae really just rely on me.”
“No, I want your own opinion.” Why did men have to make such a big deal out of this. Just out with it, man!
“....” Put on the spot, here. Hello. It was really hard to swallow all of a sudden. He was also wondering why it felt like the temperature just dropped by twenty celsius, too.
Obviously, she had him on the spot!
“...very special...” He gulped finally and looked around everywhere, but at her. “Friend? That has...fringe benefits of wanting tae snog, an' not do that...tae anyone else? Because yer the bonniest lass I ever laid eyes on?” A pause. Then he smiled hopefully and peeked over at her.
The peek was like 'Did it work?'
“There's a word for that sort of thing, what word is that?” She’d decided to give him a lifeline.
Scotty’s voice just raised up since it felt like he was shrunk down half his size in an instant. He quickly blurted out the first thing that came to mind, “…survival?”
Swing and a miss! Cass thwapped him!
“Ouch!” He rubbed at his shoulder, where her hand had made contact. “What was that for?!”
“Not a good answer!” Funny though. She struggled not to grin.
“But it was clever, ye have tae admit!”
“Yes, but not what I was looking for.” Still struggling!
“What're ye looking for then?”
She eyed him dubiously.
He eyed her back, questioningly, with a slight squint and a tense smile.
The woman sounded exasperated, “How do you really feel about me, Scotty? What sort of..relationship do you want?” There. She’d said it. The R word.She felt a chill run down her spine and then settle in her stomach. What the hell was she thinking?!
Oh no. She just said the R word. He was left staring at her mouth now, like he's pretty sure that R word just fell out of there. In fact, the moment is rapidly becoming something that might end up traumatizing, so the only thing running through his brain right now, lit on fire, was that first tidbit of EEE OOO EEE~OOO music clip from Kill Bill. That part when shit is about to get real. Fast.
Looped. On repeat.
Ooops, he’d forgotten how to breathe again. He also looked ready to say something, stopped, squinted hard, and breathed finally. Maybe it was better to try to think it over some more.
Taking a deep breath, Cass folded her arms stubbornly, “You were willing to rush over and talk.”
“...eh?” It was really the only sound he could make, at first. Here as the second, “Oh.” He nodded along, because that’s right, he had been willing to do that. He kept right on nodding, while looking like he was ready to start sweating bullets.
“So ...that means you care alot. So what does that make me other than a bonnie lass you really like?” Her eyes bore into him, and she found herself holding her breath. Something like a sucking chest wound swirled in her chest.
Well, of course! He kept right on nodding like YES at the caring a lot thing, and even pointed like THAT? Yes, that's right, for he does care! Lots! To his discredit, however, he looked like he was about to start sweating newcleer wessels at the second part of her questioning.
QUICK. THINK. GREAT! GOT ANSWER? NOW SPIT IT OUT! “....the bonniest? Lass? Ever?”
The air went out of her lungs and the sucking chest wound feeling hardened, “Fine, whatever.”
His eyes look ready to pop right out of his skull. QUICK EEJIT! DO SOMETHING!
“...GIRLFRIEND?! AYE! YE WANT?” The volume of his voice went way, way up.
People stopped and stared at them. The hardness in her chest melted a little and she asked, almost hopefully, “Are you asking me out, Scotty?”
TALK GOOD. KEEP WITH TALK THINGS. “...YE WANT THAT, AYE?”
Oh see there, that was much better! It was almost a full sentence. Question. Thing.
“YES!”
“OKEY DOKEY!”
He circled one arm around her waist and stared straight ahead, with a thousand yard stare.
She couldn’t tell what he really wanted. And she didn’t want to force him into anything, “.....You don't want that?”
He was, naturally, just thinking WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED HERE YOU FOOL?! So caught up in sorting through his thoughts, he missed what she said, entirely. He blinked and looked over at her, look a whole lot pastier hued than normal.
“...hm?”
“..............”
“...did ye say something? Ugh. Why's it so bloody hot t'day?” He pulled at the collar of his t-shirt with one hooked finger and winced.
Ugh. Cass let go of him and started walking faster, as if she was done with this bullshit. Casual hookups were easier to deal with.
“What's wrong now?! Why do ye look disgusted! Disappointed? I dunnae know, whatever it is, ye look it right now.” He glared up at the sky like he would never be used to warmer climates. If it isn't rainy or foggy well over half the time, then it just wasn’t comfortable.
Cass waved a hand like 'whatever, leave me alone'. There were no words! She increased her pace.
Oooo, party foul! Mainly, he was the one who dealt the foul. Now he had to jog to catch up. “Shite! What'd I dae?! I said it an' if I'd said it, then I'd meant it. Bloody fucking hell!”
Stopping, Cass turned and poked him in the chest, “You're acting like you don't want it!”
“It took that much tae say it. That's a major thing tae, mind ye! Bloody petrifying! I just dinnae think we were at that point where...ye know...ye wanted labels applied...at least, not yet.” He reached out for her hand. "How could I not want something with ye? I'm not a dumb arse.”
“Its actually kind of easier to have..labels.”
She hadn’t smacked at him, so he took hold of her hand and looked at her like she's a little bonkers. “Why's that?”
She honestly wanted to make him understand, why the label was so important to her, “Then I can't make mistakes.”
“Mistakes?” He squinted one eye shut a little bit. “Ye mean, sleeping with other people?”
“..maybe.”
He still had ahold of her hand. But he brought his other hand to one side of her face, and leaned in to give her a kiss on the other cheek.
“That dunnae mean a thing. Married people sometimes cheat, tae. I'm not saying yer gonnae do that, just that....ye dunnae need a label tae keep ye from doing that.”
“It makes it easier! 'Hey, I have a boyfriend, back off' is way more effective than 'not interested'.”
“Aye, but now we're talking...if ye are interested in the bastard, it's easy tae just throw off the 'I have a boyfriend' mantle an' jump in bed with them. How's this better?” He squinted at her, but it wasn’t done in a profoundly mean sort of way, as much as it was also done like he was trying to figure things out, outloud. “Now it just sounds like ye want a convenient excuse tae make things easier for yerself.”
“I don't actually want to hurt you!”
He immediately stopped squinting. “I dunnae want tae hurt ye, either.”
She gave him a timid grin, and started walking again.
“Would it make ye happy, lass, tae have me as a boyfriend then? Not the most interesting one, but...” He shrugged while walking with her, content to leave it at that.
“Are you nuts?” Cass stopped abruptly and stared at him. Her brain seemed to turn over several times, “You're the most interesting man I know!
“Yer nutters.” Blink blink! o_o
“You've got this brilliant mechanical mind! And you're funny!” That was a bonus!
“Well, aye, I am rather amusing sometimes, but yer still nutters.” He snuck in a quick kiss, before continuing. “I always had girls thinking it was really boring, because I'd be holed up on me own, building things or crunching numbers. They got tired of it really fast.” He was expecting the same from Cass. That eventually she'd get tired of it all and wander off, too. But? In the meantime, maybe it was better to try to enjoy it while it lasted. Most of all, because he really liked her.
“As long as you don't disappear entirely on me? I mean I'll do the same thing but I also like to go out and I don't expect you to always want to.” She liked sex, and hanging out with guys, but she needed her own space, to do her own thing. And sometimes she liked to be alone. Rarely, since lately she’d been alone so much she was practically ready to climb walls.
Which was understandable. He had his own things to work on, and needed his own alone time, now and again. “I'd want ye tae go out. And when ye want tae, ye cannae always stay with me. I wouldnae ever run out on ye or anyone else, since I'm not that type of person. Never have been, never will be. Only people who're bastards do that sort of thing.”
“...I think we've come to terms!”
“Aye, I think so!” Wow, he thought he was going to pass out cold for a while there, though! Or puke. He would have went yay and everything, but he still had ahold of her hand. So they were left doing a half cheer, instead.
Cass laughed. Her chest started to untighten and the queasy feeling in her stomach went away.
Definitely a bit relieved. Terms were good. In fact, after that last terrifying hurdle, he looked overjoyed. Enough so to sneak a kiss.
She wrapped her arms around him, kissing him hard and fast! PDA OF MASSIVE!
GAH! Unexpected! Well...not so gah. It was rather nice. He swiftly forgot where they were, something that tended to happen whenever their lips collided. Things tended to just go smudgy as far as where’s and the whens, and then poof! Questions and wondering about anything was gone, entirely.
Man tastes like coffee!
She tastes like heaven. And cake.
Which was good, because cake and coffee go together. Win/Win!
Deciding to make up for lost time, she pushed Scotty against a tree, shoving her tongue past his tonsils.
With a faint moan, he brushed his fingers up into her hair. Epic tongue battle? En garde! Of course, he was already on the losing side of the duel, seeing as how his back was pushed up against....a....whatever it was. It was something solid enough that he wasn’t going to fall over. That’s all the mattered, because being with her was like being hit by a freight train over and over again.
A growl rumbled deep in her throat and she sucked his tongue into her mouth.
Onslaught goooooooooooooooooooood. Indeed, he was at her mercy. And he LIKED it. :D
Cass tugged him into a more secluded location, hands beginning to roam.
This was exciting! There was a little muffled chuckle laugh against her lips as he was being tugged along. He wasn’t protesting a thing. Nope. She really was like a freight train, only a lot sexier, and you can’t really argue with a freight train when it hits your face (or the rest of you) at full force.
The woman shoved Scotty to the ground as soon as they were out of sight and out of earshot of the path, then straddled him to resume her lippy assault.
His back met the ground and he omph’d as it temporarily knocked the wind out of him. He even blinked up at her like wut the fuckedy doo’re ye doin?’ but that didnt’ last long. Because he suddenly forgot they were in a public place and they were right back to making out, and there went his hands, bam, right on her arse.
There was a gawking kid, not more than possibly ten years old, that had been passing by. He was a scuzzy lil’ critter, with a t-shirt crusted with pizza sauce and grass stains, and working on the tail end of a sinus infection. Not that he needed an excuse to pick his crusty nose, because every day was a great day for nose pickin’. He swerved, to make a detour and observe the mating habits of adults.
Man neck? Is getting bitten.
That got a loud moan out of him and he rubbed his hands down over the back of her thighs, because she's so good and evil at the same time.
The gawking kid, slowly, like a ghost ninja emerging out of an autumn mist, rose out of a nearby shrub, one finger firmly inserted into his right nostril. His finger came equipped with twisting motion, because karate or kung fu grip was highly overrated.
Scotty was oblivious. Naturally. He was not going to notice gawking kids, angry policemen, bombs, meteors, or a marching band consisting entirely of elephants lit on fire.
Cass groaned. Her thighs were bare because of the shorts and his fingers were engineerriffic. She bit his lip and shimmied her hips.
Mouth hanging slightly open, the kid proved to be quite an expert a mouth breather. Twist, twist. The finger was removed from the nostril for an inspection, before being reinserted and mining for them precious golden nose nuggets.
Well two can play at that game, ye naughty lass! He shifted his hips upward in response and tried to suck on her lips. His hands were still roaming over bare legs, so he could enjoy the feel of her skin under his fingertips.
“..God...!”
That ripped a long groan of agreement right out of him, in response.
Mining was a great success! It even netted some fat loots. The kid stared at his booger coated finger, a large yellow glob sitting upon the tip like a golden crown. He swiped it off by rubbing his finger onto the leaves of the shrubs around him, and started right in on the other nostril. A miner’s work was never done.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Scotty was pulling her down against him. More contact while her legs were around him? That’s a good thing.
The gawking kid began to drool a little, out of one corner of his kid mouth. If one were to get close enough, they might vaguely pick up the aroma of watermelon flavored bubblegum and pepperoni, wafting from the drool. Yummers.
Cass dug her fingers under his shirt and across his chest, letting out another long moan. She was about ready to take him here!
Very good thing, because he was very turned on. Enough so that Scotty had forgotten to be nervous, and if she wanted brazen displays of affection? She was in for ‘em! He kissed her like the burn had turned into a raging inferno of want and need, sliding one hand up underneath her shirt, onto her back.
Snot. Snot. Ooze. The kid could no longer mouth breathe, and was forced to snort sniff it back up into his kid face before the mucus dribble made it’s way past chin-level.
“Mm.mmnn....nng?” Translation: What was that?
Scotty was frozen in place, like the proverbial deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle. He mmmwhimpergroaned in response, unsure and somewhat afraid to look.
The gawking kid swiped his nose over the back of one hand, and partway down his forearm. That done, he rubbed it gracelessly down his t-shirt to get the snot off.
Eerily, the kid seemed to whisper and croak like a frog at the same time, “..keepgoing...”
Scotty, by then, had looked over at the source of the creepiness. There was only one thing that he could think of saying, while staring at creepy snotty gawking kid. That thing was: “...bloodyfuckingbuggerhell.”
Cass lept bodily off of Scotty, hugging her arms around her chest as if she were indecent.
Scotty sat up, covering up the obvious HELLO THERE'dness with a shielding hand.
“...aww...” The kid sniffed a long string of snot back up into his nose. He seemed to have lacked the energy or motivation to smear it across a hand again.
“Get outtae here!” Scotty yelled, with a shooing motion. Other hand, not the shielding one. When the kid didn’t budge, he got even louder. “GEW BACK TAE YER MUM!”
“I live with my grandma,” was gawking kid’s response, followed by a whole lot of chunky sounding mouth breathing.
“GO BACK TAE YE GRANDMUM, THEN!”
“Can't. She's inna bathroom. Crapped her pants.”
One handed facepalm? Meet Scotty’s face. Mood = killed dead, axe murderer style.
“Then go help her clean her pants!” Cass was mortified. And trying not to laugh her fool ass off.
“...eww.” No way. The kid shook his head like that was just not happening. Even kids helping grandparents out, had their limits.
Scotty didn’t look ready to laugh just yet, though the weirdness of the situation wasn’t lost on him. He mostly looked mortified and disgusted. Mortified at them being caught, and disgusted that the kid was going to watch, and was a kid-sized bag of mucus. “Go somewhere else then!”
The kid didn’t budge.
“Nuh uh. Public park. I dunnit has to.” He paused and went digging for gold again, while winning the day’s Captain Obvious award, “You two're horny.”
Scotty looked like he wanted to die. By implosion. If he thinks hard enough, maybe he can will it into existence.
“...ya gonna does it?” the kid asked, and smirked just enough that he could still mouth breathe and nose pick at the same time. It didn’t make for a pretty picture. “...my friend Cindy...said she made her dolls do it, before. Yep.”
Scotty’s entire expression could be summed up as a heavy eyelided: e_e
“ ..how old are you?” The woman saw the opportunity for a little mischief.
“Old enough to know what dick is and where it goes. And then to call for my grandma to kill anyone who tries to stick a dick in me.” The kid picked his nose some more. “Cuz that's bad. But its okay if two people're old enough and love each others.”
“Dear Meteor,” prayed Scotty. “Hit me now. Right now. Waiting. Waiting still. Love, me.”
Prayers will not stop gawking kid. “My grandma will cuts anyone who tries to dick me.”
“.............” was Scotty’s rather profound bout of silence. o_O; ← He seriously can not do this hard enough.
Unable to stop herself, Cass started laughing, “Well I was going to give you the talk but it seems like you've already had it.”
“Grandma has payperview,” The kid noddled like he knew all about that. “She watches it a lot. Adult stuff. She said even old people get frisky. Even if they crap their pants a lot. Some people are inta that.”
The kid stopped talking, and, drawing his finger from his nose, proceeded to wipe the largest booger ever in the history of boogers, on the front of his shirt. It clung there, a large yellow planet populated by mucus monster aliens, set adrift among a sea of cotton fiber space, grass stain nebulae, and pizza sauce ion storms.
“Well that killed that. Going home now,” Scotty said, like the party was over. Ya don’t have to go home, but ya can’t stay here.
“Make sure you use rubbers.” Cass? Was paying it forward.
Gawking kid was practically like a crusty, mystic sage. “Sometimes those bust. That's how I got made.”
“Aye. Cheers. Going home tae kill meself,” Scotty was saying, while standing up. Not at all turned on now, no.
Some snot sniffling enuses and the mighty el booger made the following suggestion, “‘kay. Make sure you do it, where they can find the body if you hang yourself. Gets goopy. So...ya not gonna does it? Aww.”
“NO,” said Scotty, firmly.
Cass giggled, “Make your girlfriend get on the pill. Do both! Then have tons of sex.”
“...okay, I will, bye bye.” He rubbed his nose on his arm and turned to go. “Gonna go see if grandma needs me to hand her some wipes, under the door.”
“Sex! Its awesome and fun!”
“WHAT THE HELL?! Dunnae tell the kid that! Cassie! Bad role model!”
It was too late, for the gawking kid was running off, at ninja kid light speed, breathing heavily the whole way and snotting all over his face. He’s just going to go does it with his girlfriend and has tons of sex with rubbery cement smeared on places. But it’d work, because he’d make sure Cindy ate a pez too before, cuz that’s what they used when they played doctor. It's medicine!
“What harm could come of it?” Cass watched the kid go, eyes glinting with amusement.
“That kid cannae even be ten yet!” He gestured off toward the retreating kid as though maybe she might’ve missed examing exhibit A. “Maybe...they do look younger sometimes than they are but....uhhhghhh....” He grabbed his face, with both hands.
“He'll have sex eventually.”
“He's got a ways tae go,” moaned Scotty, remorsefully. “He's on the path of turning intae another Kirk, though. So God speed tae him!”
“As long as he uses condoms!”
“Ye said rubbers. He might wrap rubber bands around...?” He pointed downward, like, yeah, there. Ouch.
“I'm pretty sure that'll either cut of circulation or make it impossible to actually...do it.”
“I think they sell those things for...aye, nevermind.” He stopped pointing down there, and the mood had been killed, completely. For the 38293823 time, so far. Which was fine, since they were...not at a snail’s pace but...maybe a slug was faster since it didn’t have a shell to weigh it down. “Hm. Want tae go to the salvage yard, tomorrow? Date?”
“Date.” She turned at grinned at him. Maybe she’d pick up on a cockring, just because he’d mentioned it and present it as a gift. It would be worth the look on his face!
If, by the look on his face, she would be witness to his eyes popping right out of his eye sockets, and rolling across the floor while he keeled over dead. He’d only ever heard about them being joked around about by friends when he was in university. He hadn’t seen or used one, after all. Naughty girl! She just wanted to embarrass the hell out of him.
“Aye. Salvage yard...date.” He nodded along like yep, they are doing that. "Though neither of us has a car tae haul things off.”
He held his hand out to her, so they could continue their walk like they had not just been on the ground or been gawked at by some strange, snotty kid.
“What about the used part store? Do that too? We could have them deliver.” She took his hand, almost shyly.
He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. Just a stroll now. Mm hm! “Could, aye. Salvage yard's another story. We need a really big lorry. A TRUCK. Haul lots of things off, then.”
The buzz his touch brought was a little bit like a natural high, and she loved it. She threaded her fingers through his, “I like that idea.”
If asked, he would have admitted the buzz thing was pretty mutual, and he’s finding he likes it more and more. It was very much a magnetic thing, or the closest thing to human magnetism, that he could think of. Added bonus was that he really liked the interlinked fingers while holding hands, so that earned a huge, bright grin.
“Right. So. What're ye plans for today, lass?”
Its like fire! And buzzy! “I dunno. Program?”
Or like magnetic pulls and electrical surges!
“Brilliant! Ye should do that. I mean, if ye want, ye can come over later and I'll finish working on the robot. Chainsaw! Ah, I’d nearly forgotten!” he said suddenly, finally remembering that she said she’d had found one for him to use. “It's the last piece. The engine and batteries have been delivered. Everything's ready for ye, then. Ye can program ye lovely wee heart out.”
“....really?” She looked a little unsure.
“Aye! Why?” He watched her for a moment as they walked. “Is something wrong?”
“Nothing!” She smiled at him and then gave him a kiss.
Scotty tried to pull back a little, giving her a ‘what the hell?’ stare, but he didn’t pull back far enough and was kissed, anyway.
“Cassie. Just say it. If ye want time tae yerself, that's fine. I know we cannae be with each other all the time.”
“I'm okay with this.”
“Fine, but why dunnae we just...part ways an' see eachother tomorrow?” He nodded like this might be a better plan. “I'll get the chainsaw, throw everything together. Done and done.”
“ ..... On one condition.” Her voice came out like a purr, with fire, and challenge.
“Aye? Name it.”
Shoving Scotty against another object, she kissed him again, that fire and lightning and thunder, “That.” She turned, and sauntered away.
Scotty was left standing there, blinking and breathless. Yep, just like being hit by a freight train. With a sudden bright smile, he decided to walk her home, get the chainsaw, and then go home to finish up the robot. Maybe she could come up with some more ‘conditions’ he could agree to, tomorrow.