[ He shut off the feed and finished packing, sealing the door and
making sure the slugs were in a safe place and left a message for Chekov.
That done, he got in the shuttle and headed off to the Iskaulit, settling
into the docking bay to wait for his lover, bag thrown in the back and
bundled up ready to brace and face the cold. ]
[Going through the stocks, and sorting out a couple of bottles of something very nice, Remy packed them into his bag before meeting up with Jim. He wasn't a fan of the cold, and was still slowly getting his cold weather clothing stocks back up, but he had managed to get a handful of stuff when they had first arrived on the planet.
Then again, he was looking forward to not needing them once they had settled into where they were staying.]
Hey cher, fancy meetin' ya here. [A happy grin on his face and aimed at Jim.]
[ Kirk smiled when his lover got in the shuttle. It was really good to
see him. To see that flash of red hair and dark gaze and that warm smile
that always made a little bit of his insides melt. He leaned over, gripping
the back of his neck and drawing him in, giving him a kiss with a thrum of
hunger beneath the softness of it. ]
Hope you have everything, because once we're in that cabin, we're not
leaving for at least twenty-four hours.
[Now that was a greeting he always adored, smiling into the kiss before returning it properly.]
Ya know, I could go all romantic 'nd say all I need be ya... but with being practical, oui, I think I do. [Another kiss before he got his stuff all stored away and seated for the flight.]
[ That earned a laugh, and with the door sealed he lifted off and headed for the planet. He didn't say much on the ride, but he didn't feel he needed to. Not yet. He liked these quiet moments between them anyways. When they were just together, either beside each other or in each other's arms. It was comfortable and warm and safe. He braced when they landed for the door to open, pulling his coat tight as he jumped out and went to meat the lodge director. He spoke quickly, paid the credits, and motioned for Remy to come along.
The cabin was not large, but it was pleasantly appointed and warm. A small kitchen along one corner, enough to make a small meal with a wine cooler and fridge to boot. A fireplace crackled, a fur rug draped in front of it along with a plush couch and two equally plush chairs. A bedroom suit was down a short hall - king size, with an equally king sized, spa like bathroom. Blankets were draped over the couch and chairs and the end of the bed, a complimentary bottle of wine already in the cooler.
Hey, you get what you pay for.
Kirk dumped his bag and coat in the bedroom and came back out to the main room, going to the fire and holding his hands towards it. ]
[Silence was fine, which was saying something for him. Remy normally had the need to fill the empty air, to talk to make up for other things. But not around those he was close to, those who were special. And Jim was one of them. As long as he had his cards to keep his hands busy, he was happy.
Bundling up for the track between the ship and cabin, Remy huffed a little at the cold, slinging his bag over a shoulder and tucking his hands into the pockets of his coat, dropping his face down into its collar to keep as warm as he could as he tracked over to the lodgings. Once inside and tapping any caught snow off his boots, he glanced around the place while also dropping off his stuff in the bedroom, a hum of approval at several things before joining Jim.]
I think ya sure know how to spoil me, cheri, which be good, ya know I got high standards. [A bright grin with that as he moved in closer so he could slip an arm around Jim's waist, pressing a kiss against his temple.]
[ He leaned into Remy, reaching up and wrapping his arms around the Cajun, pressing his head into the touch of lips. He turned his head and nuzzled his cheek against Remy's scruff, taking a moment to enjoy the smell of him, a rich sort of spice that always made him feel warm and made his nose tingle just a bit. ]
Was just 'bout to say that. [Another kiss, enjoying the closeness before mumbling against his ear softy.] Ya hungry? I can cook. Put something together to go with that wine. Or we should skip solids 'nd just work with liquids.
[ A long, low humming sound made its way out of him as he tilted his head slightly, eyes rolling slowly as he debated. Food, or having more carnal appetites sated? Both were tempting - Remy cooked a mean meal, in many ways. He turned his head back to Remy and leaned in, taking a third kiss, nibbling along his lips. ]
Maybe enough for a light snack. Save the main course for later.
[ He flashed a grin, stepping away from his lover to settle himself by the fire with a blanket, angled so he could watch Remy work his magic. ]
So canapes 'nd wine by the fireside then? [Also, if he's going to get that nibble, Remy made sure he could give Jim's butt a bit of a pinch before he got too far away, grinning at being a pest like that.
Glancing around the kitchen to see what he had to work with, he was kind of cheating, having grabbed some stuff to work with from the Bar, so it was mostly putting stuff together that he and Vash had already prepared earlier in the day.]
[ He swatted at Remy's hand with a laugh and scurried to the couch, throwing himself on it and taking the blanket to cocoon himself. He peeked up over the couch arm at his lover. ]
Not really. I was merely assured it all the amenities we would need for a couple's night in.
I was meanin' more the planet. [A smile, then a bit of a sigh.] Haven't had a chance to really look 'round the place with tryin' to work out how the bar runs. Then again, ain't a fan of ice, so, [Leaving the sentence with a shrug of a shoulder. Remy didn't do snow. Sure, was fun now and then, but for the most, no. He was a Southern boy, his blood was thin.]
Now, that place we stopped back 'while ago that felt like home, that I liked. Felt like I was back in the Big Easy.
I'm not much of a fan of the cold either. I've been avoiding it, if I'm
honest. But I think there are hot springs, and those might be worth a look.
Might be in need of a good soak, coming morning.
[ Eyebrow waggle, Remy, eyebrow waggle as he shamelessly watches out,
quiet adoration in his eyes. ]
[Remy was nodding along as Jim spoke, acknowledging he was listening, though broke into a laugh at the last part.] Ahh, always a workout with ya, cheri. [Grinning as he concentrated on what he was making.]
I like the sound of hot springs, 'specially 'round snow, make a nice contrast. 'til ya gotta get out of the water, that be.
I suppose the reward is worth the price on either end.
[ He curled up tighter in his fluffy cocoon, wishing Remy was in it
with him, though watching him move about was pleasant enough on its own.
Besides, he would have all evening to snuggle with his red headed lover.
]
Is it just me, or do we always seem to end up at a cold planet right about
this time of year?
[That stopped Remy in his tracks, turning back to look at Jim.] Ya know, I was just thinkin' that.
[Then back to the food.] Though, I gave up long 'go tryin' to figure out what the Fleet does 'nd why. Maybe just part of the demand or rotation of the show, hein? Winter special for end of the year?
[ It was worth thinking about. It made the Fleet predictable, in one
sense at least, but he couldn't decide if that was comforting or not. He
turned his gaze to the fire, watching the whipping crackle. ]
Speaking of that time of year.... do you have anything you would like for
Christmas?
Hm? [Remy quizzed as he finished plating up the few little snacky things, easy to pick up and eat, basically mini versions of the dishes they were having at the Bar today. He also grabbed two wine glasses and the bottle out of the wine fridge, balancing them all over towards Jim.]
I donno, maybe ya with a ribbon 'round a certain body part. [A bit of a leering grin to go with that as he handed the wine bottle to Jim to open.] Or a motorbike, would love a bike again. Either way, a good ride. [He's so funny, isn't he?]
[ The funniest. It was why he liked him so much. And, you know, the
good looks, the hot body, that warm laugh like a good bourbon, the way his
arm felt around him when they woke up spooned together, the quiet moments
when he could cuddle up beside him and read or work on this or that, the
way Remy liked him just as he was. He twisted himself out of the cocoon and
reached out for the bottle, working it open with a chuckle. ]
Oh I think I would have to put ribbon in more than one place, otherwise
where's the suspense in the unwrapping?
Well I would suggest wrappin' paper, but can't see it bein' that comfortable, let 'lone the paper cuts that could happen. To either of us. [Yes, he was enjoying a chance to continue the joke.] Need something softer, pretty fabric 'nstead. [He made a shooing motion with the hand that held the glasses for Jim to move over so Remy could join him, using his foot to hook a coffee table thing closer to them so he could put the plate and glasses down.]
Oh pretty fabric he says. You a lace man? Or maybe satin?
[ He popped the wine bottle open and took the glasses to pour it out
for them both, then set all aside so he could arrange the blanket over
himself and his lover, moving to snuggle up into him, nice and toasty.
]
More of a stockin's one. [And that was, hm, not an image he had put with Kirk before, though... giving him a glance up and down as he thought of it... and stockings did feel amazing sliding against skin and... hmmm.] Though satin 'nd silk got their place. Lace too, 'long as it ain't cheap 'nd too rough.
[Ok Jim, you have have lost him to seriously considering this now... Remy did like lingerie, like, really like it, but rarely considered it on a guy before. Short of Rocky Horror night, of course.]
Please, like I would do something as horrid as buying cheap lingerie. If
I'm going to go there, I'm going to get the good stuff.
[ So he wasn't against the idea. He had worn stockings before, though
not a full set of lingerie. He was more than secure enough in his
masculinity to explore the idea, especially if it was intriguing to Remy.
Because why not? And it would be a nice gift to give the other for
Christmas, all joking aside. This planet should have a nice shop or two to
indulge in that particular arena. ]
Sometimes it's almost like you doubt me.
[ And now have a mock pout behind a sip of wine. ]
[Give him a moment, he's a little lost in dream world right now, mentally going through pieces and what Jim would suit and- wait, what? Being talked to.] Quoi? Oh, hm, no, course not cher, never would. [Yeah, no, he still sounds a little distracted as he reached for his glass of wine.]
[ He can see that, but instead of being irritated he smirks and shifts
closer, leaning over to put his lips against his ear. ]
Maybe I get the kind of stockings that come with a garter belt - silk into
lace. Plenty of ribbon woven in, too, so you can unwrap me properly. Maybe
lace panties too. Hinting but not showing. But then, you know what’s behind
the lace curtain don’t you?
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Sure thing.
[ He shut off the feed and finished packing, sealing the door and making sure the slugs were in a safe place and left a message for Chekov. That done, he got in the shuttle and headed off to the Iskaulit, settling into the docking bay to wait for his lover, bag thrown in the back and bundled up ready to brace and face the cold. ]
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Then again, he was looking forward to not needing them once they had settled into where they were staying.]
Hey cher, fancy meetin' ya here. [A happy grin on his face and aimed at Jim.]
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[ Kirk smiled when his lover got in the shuttle. It was really good to see him. To see that flash of red hair and dark gaze and that warm smile that always made a little bit of his insides melt. He leaned over, gripping the back of his neck and drawing him in, giving him a kiss with a thrum of hunger beneath the softness of it. ]
Hope you have everything, because once we're in that cabin, we're not leaving for at least twenty-four hours.
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Ya know, I could go all romantic 'nd say all I need be ya... but with being practical, oui, I think I do. [Another kiss before he got his stuff all stored away and seated for the flight.]
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The cabin was not large, but it was pleasantly appointed and warm. A small kitchen along one corner, enough to make a small meal with a wine cooler and fridge to boot. A fireplace crackled, a fur rug draped in front of it along with a plush couch and two equally plush chairs. A bedroom suit was down a short hall - king size, with an equally king sized, spa like bathroom. Blankets were draped over the couch and chairs and the end of the bed, a complimentary bottle of wine already in the cooler.
Hey, you get what you pay for.
Kirk dumped his bag and coat in the bedroom and came back out to the main room, going to the fire and holding his hands towards it. ]
Well? What do you think?
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Bundling up for the track between the ship and cabin, Remy huffed a little at the cold, slinging his bag over a shoulder and tucking his hands into the pockets of his coat, dropping his face down into its collar to keep as warm as he could as he tracked over to the lodgings. Once inside and tapping any caught snow off his boots, he glanced around the place while also dropping off his stuff in the bedroom, a hum of approval at several things before joining Jim.]
I think ya sure know how to spoil me, cheri, which be good, ya know I got high standards. [A bright grin with that as he moved in closer so he could slip an arm around Jim's waist, pressing a kiss against his temple.]
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Obviously, you're dating me.
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Maybe enough for a light snack. Save the main course for later.
[ He flashed a grin, stepping away from his lover to settle himself by the fire with a blanket, angled so he could watch Remy work his magic. ]
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Glancing around the kitchen to see what he had to work with, he was kind of cheating, having grabbed some stuff to work with from the Bar, so it was mostly putting stuff together that he and Vash had already prepared earlier in the day.]
Ya had much a chance to check out this place?
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Not really. I was merely assured it all the amenities we would need for a couple's night in.
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Now, that place we stopped back 'while ago that felt like home, that I liked. Felt like I was back in the Big Easy.
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I'm not much of a fan of the cold either. I've been avoiding it, if I'm honest. But I think there are hot springs, and those might be worth a look. Might be in need of a good soak, coming morning.
[ Eyebrow waggle, Remy, eyebrow waggle as he shamelessly watches out, quiet adoration in his eyes. ]
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I like the sound of hot springs, 'specially 'round snow, make a nice contrast. 'til ya gotta get out of the water, that be.
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I suppose the reward is worth the price on either end.
[ He curled up tighter in his fluffy cocoon, wishing Remy was in it with him, though watching him move about was pleasant enough on its own. Besides, he would have all evening to snuggle with his red headed lover. ]
Is it just me, or do we always seem to end up at a cold planet right about this time of year?
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[Then back to the food.] Though, I gave up long 'go tryin' to figure out what the Fleet does 'nd why. Maybe just part of the demand or rotation of the show, hein? Winter special for end of the year?
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Hmm, maybe.
[ It was worth thinking about. It made the Fleet predictable, in one sense at least, but he couldn't decide if that was comforting or not. He turned his gaze to the fire, watching the whipping crackle. ]
Speaking of that time of year.... do you have anything you would like for Christmas?
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I donno, maybe ya with a ribbon 'round a certain body part. [A bit of a leering grin to go with that as he handed the wine bottle to Jim to open.] Or a motorbike, would love a bike again. Either way, a good ride. [He's so funny, isn't he?]
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[ The funniest. It was why he liked him so much. And, you know, the good looks, the hot body, that warm laugh like a good bourbon, the way his arm felt around him when they woke up spooned together, the quiet moments when he could cuddle up beside him and read or work on this or that, the way Remy liked him just as he was. He twisted himself out of the cocoon and reached out for the bottle, working it open with a chuckle. ]
Oh I think I would have to put ribbon in more than one place, otherwise where's the suspense in the unwrapping?
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Oh pretty fabric he says. You a lace man? Or maybe satin?
[ He popped the wine bottle open and took the glasses to pour it out for them both, then set all aside so he could arrange the blanket over himself and his lover, moving to snuggle up into him, nice and toasty. ]
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[Ok Jim, you have have lost him to seriously considering this now... Remy did like lingerie, like, really like it, but rarely considered it on a guy before. Short of Rocky Horror night, of course.]
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Please, like I would do something as horrid as buying cheap lingerie. If I'm going to go there, I'm going to get the good stuff.
[ So he wasn't against the idea. He had worn stockings before, though not a full set of lingerie. He was more than secure enough in his masculinity to explore the idea, especially if it was intriguing to Remy. Because why not? And it would be a nice gift to give the other for Christmas, all joking aside. This planet should have a nice shop or two to indulge in that particular arena. ]
Sometimes it's almost like you doubt me.
[ And now have a mock pout behind a sip of wine. ]
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[ He can see that, but instead of being irritated he smirks and shifts closer, leaning over to put his lips against his ear. ]
Maybe I get the kind of stockings that come with a garter belt - silk into lace. Plenty of ribbon woven in, too, so you can unwrap me properly. Maybe lace panties too. Hinting but not showing. But then, you know what’s behind the lace curtain don’t you?
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