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Montgomery Scott is a miracle worker (warp_speed) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-18 01:18:00

Is everything closed an' locked up?
Who: Gaila, Scotty
What: Someone decides to get distracty, since someone else is trying to finish up their current project.
When: Todayish!
Where: Mad Monty's
Rating: PG13 as per the norm
Status: Complete!



Gaila had had enough. She stripped naked, and walked into Scotty's line of vision.

Considering he had his face shoved underneath the control console inside the former sub, future spaceship...that was going to be a pretty interesting view. He'd long since tucked his phone away from his texting spree with Tony, who ended up being Tony Stark. He also hoped Moira wouldn't be angry that he mentioned they were related and that she'd saved his butt from certain death. But, you know, family (even the evil side) was still family. Had to put a good word in, if it was well deserved. He went reaching for some needle nosed pliers and his eyes bugged out, followed by him not only flail knocking the pliers out of reach but sitting up suddenly enough to smack his head against the metal edge again.

"...fuck me raw an' runnin'!" he howled, grabbing onto the spot with both hands and laying on his back again, surrounded with wires and empty cans of redbull. "What're ye doin?!"

Moira would appreciate the props, even if its from him. Maybe especially from him! Gaila laughed and bent over, squeezing her breasts between her arms as she did so, "Getting you out of your machine!"

"Can ye get me oot of pain, tae? Because I'm in it right now," he mumbled, while staring directly at her breasts because...hi, they're there. And he is still - even if he's machine obsessed - male and has a pulse.

She quirked a finger at him, "You've been at this for hours. You're not going to make any headway without Dilithium."

"I can still get it fixed an' then worry about how tae find somethin' similar, which there has tae be. There's dilithium gas, after all. That could work," he protested, but he was already scooting out from under the console, sending some of the empty red bull cans rolling. "What dae ye have in mind, ye evil delightfully green seductress, yeeeeew."

She tilted her head, giving him the dirtiest look she could muster that wasn't also the sexiest look she could muster. There wasn't much of a difference, "You haven't figure out how to go from gas to crystal!"

"But I will, eventually, or find a replacement. There's got tae be something." He took his hands away from his forehead, and he had a painful and likely not very sexy goose egg which was a little purple in the middle and a little red around the edges, just over his right eyebrow. "Is everything closed an' locked up? Or are ye just wanderin' about starkers again?"

"Everything is closed up." She pulled a robe on, hiding her starkesness, and leaving it all back to the vivid imagination. Mission? Accomplished!

She definitely did get his attention, and his expression went a little 'aww' at her covering up. For once. Which was probably a good thing since his skull felt like it had been split.

"Och, okay then. Good tae know," he murmured while trying to stand up, kicking some of the cans out of the way so neither of them stepped upon them. "I'm sorry about last night. Ye know, where I failed at explainin' meself properly? Yet again. I think I'm goin' tae draw everything up intae technical diagrams, so it's easier tae understand."

"I forgive you. I wasn't listening properly," She replied, stretching, and picking up a circuit board.

"Also good tae know. Next time I'll ask ye if yer listening," he said while watching her, folding his arms over himself. "I hope yer goin' tae have time tae adjust everything, because it'll require a programmer as soon as I'm done. As well as someone tae help calibrate an' adjust the systems durin' testing."

"I'll make time," She replied, hugging the circuit board like it was her baby and he was going to TAKE IT AWAY. She narrowed her eyes at him, then smiled sweetly, "I already have some prelim code!"

"Okay, okay," he was saying with a laugh, as well as holding both hands up to show her he wasn't going to take it. "I'll need tae put it in an' then you can mess with it tae yer heart's content."

"I want to mess with it now!" She looked indignant, still hugging the circuit board. She then snuck it into her robe like she was quiet used to hiding things in robes.

Weird stare from the Scotsman. He reached out a hand, extended his index finger, and gave her a tentative poke on the shoulder. Then he held his hand out. "Ye cannae now, it's not attached tae the power supply for the console, or the backup supply, an' then ye can mess with it. I've got tae piece it in. I promise, it's all yers."

She pouted at him. The poutiest pout!

Scotty leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek, slipping his hand inside her robe and pinching his fingers onto the circuit board so he could try to reclaim it.

Nuu! She flailed as the circuit board was pulled from her grasp, "Scotty! you're a dick!"

"What? Ye cannae play with it yet anyway, until it's all done." He laughed at her and gave it a little reassuring pat with his other hand, like it was a good circuit board! Then he gave her a pat on the butt, like he was happy that he could distract her a wee bit, too!

"Can I play with something else?" She snuggled against him, purring in his ear.

"I think we could arrange something," was his suddenly breathy response, placing the board aside so he could slip one arm inside her robe, around her waist. "Like...maybe..." He turned his head more until their lips almost met. "...ye could help me..." His lips barely brushed over hers as he spoke. "...wire up all this shite so it's done faster!"

SMOOCH went his lips and he let go and tried to move way, out of thwapping range for trolling her.

He didn't move fast enough. Her hand landed with a resounding THWACK on his butt!

"Ow! Oooch, that hurt," he said with a wince but he was laughing hard at the same time! He even tapdanced in place a little, too.

Thwack! She spanked him again, her expression going from irritated to joyous, "Come on lets play a game!"

"Is it called 'help me work on the spaceship' game? Because if so, I'm goin' tae have tae say that's brilliant," he was saying, happily, while rubbing both hands over his aching bum.

"Its the 'get a paddle' game," Gaila replied, grinning at him.

"Are we goin' doon a river? Because I draw the line at resortin' tae using a turd. Yer disgusting. Ye should be ashamed of yerself."

She stared at him, then threw up her hands, "You know what, I'm going to go out." She laughed, "Your loss!"

"Nuuuu, dinnae geeew!" He hugged onto her before she could take off, and maybe, just maybe, lips collided.

Except forget the 'maybe' part of that, entirely, because they did.

Gaila shoved him against the machine. Or maybe shoved herself. Either way, they were pressed against the machine!

And yay for that, because it was a nice way to prove the dual-functionality of machinery for rides of all kinds! Even if it wasn't powered to go to the moon, it could still provide a much needed service via providing leverage!

-the end-