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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Star_Trek:_Alternate_Original_Series_(Movies)
  Relationship:
      Pavel_Chekov/Montgomery_"Scotty"_Scott
  Character:
      Pavel_Chekov, Montgomery_"Scotty"_Scott
  Additional Tags:
      Genderswap, Femslash, Originally_Posted_on_LiveJournal
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      Published: 2013-05-05 Words: 2637
****** Heated ******
by seashadows
Summary
     Polina A. I. Chekova finally makes her move.
“Well, look, it’s no’ as though I don’t appreciate the help, but dunnae you
have something other to do than hang around here whenever you’ve a free
second?” Scotty raised a hand to push a dark lock of hair out of her eyes, the
grease on her palm only adding to the smudges already on her forehead.

Polina shifted uncomfortably and crossed her legs again; the huge box on which
she was sitting, observing the Chief Engineer work on some piece of machinery
(Polina never pretended to be an expert in engineering, although she should
have been, what with all the time she spent there) was of a cold metal that
raised goose bumps on her bare legs. “I like to be here,” she replied, her
voice more tentative than she would have liked it to be – chyort voz’mi, she
was a seventeen-year-old Starfleet officer, not a child! “You are my friend,
Scotty. Do you vant me to leave?”

Scotty nodded. “It’s all right. I’m no’ annoyed – it’s only…why me? You’re
young…no’ so bad to look at, either,” she added, seemingly as an afterthought.
“Why d’ya wan’tae come watch an auld bag like me work on the engines every day?
It’s a little strange.”

Old bag? At that, Polina had to say something. “You are not old,” she objected.
“I like to vatch because is interesting, da? Vhen you fix the warp nacelles,
I…I can learn much from you.” She nodded vigorously. “Wery interesting.”

“Hm!” Scotty let out a very Chief Engineer-ish snort, one eyebrow raising.
“Very convincing, lass, except this is no’ a nacelle. It’s a heater.” She put
down her…tool, which Polina still couldn’t identify, and walked over to pat her
on the shoulder. “Come on, now, is somethin’ wrong? What’re ya hidin’ out in
here for? Bad breakup?”

“Oh, no.” Polina shook her head – it wouldn’t do, after all, to have Scotty
thinking she was the next worst thing to unavailable. “There is no one.” Well,
not yet…she hoped. Maybe. That is, if Scotty even liked girls, much less a
skinny nobody like her.

“Well, why the feck no’?” Scotty wanted to know. “I know tha’ Sulu looks at you
in the mess hall whenever ya sit together, an’ if Kirk doesnae stop starin’
like you’re somethin’ to eat…” She shook her head. “Y’have your pick of lads,
Polina. Nae need t’sit here with me.”

Ugh, men. Polina wanted to make a face at that. It wasn’t that they were all
bad, but…just thinking of Sulu or Kirk touching her, with manly stubble and
too-big muscles, when she wanted Scotty’s curves and brown hair that never
quite behaved, made her feel like throwing up. “I do not like boys.” No, that
wasn’t quite right. Stupid Standard. “I do not like men,” she clarified. “I
like vomen.”

“Oh. Scotty’s cheeks colored the loveliest shade of red, Polina noticed, when
she was embarrassed. “My fault. Well, then, um…Nurse Chapel? I heard as she
likes the girls, aye? An’ quite the looker, if you’re interested.”

“Or you,” Polina pointed out. In for a credit, in for a Euro. “I…I like you.”
There went their friendship – Scotty would surely make her leave now, but at
least she hadn’t left things unsaid. It was probably better this way.

She certainly wasn’t expecting for Scotty’s legs to give out, and for the
engineer to hastily sit down on the other end of the box. “Me?” Scotty
repeated, with a shake of her head. “Lass, I say this wi’ the best of thoughts,
but you’re oot o’your tree.”

“I am vhat?” Polina asked, blinking. She still hadn’t quite gotten used to
Scotty’s odd Scottish expressions.

“Means you’re crazy. I’m thirty-six, and you’re what, fifteen?”

“Sewenteen!” Hmph, fifteen. Polina knew she was small, but surely she looked
like she’d seen more years than just a decade and a half. “Thirty-six is sexual
peak of a voman’s life, Scotty.”

“And where’d ya learn that, I’d like to know?” Scotty seemed to have gotten
over her momentary weakness in favor of her usual snark.

“I am not so innocent as you think,” Polina said. “I read. I listen to people
vhen they talk, and I experiment.” She felt herself blushing, bright red
against her pale cheeks. “On myself. You see?” Her own fingers were long and
capable, and it was easy enough to get herself off, but she’d always longed for
someone else to do it. Scotty’s fingers (or, bozhe moj, her tongue) would work
wonderfully.

Scotty’s face, by this time, was as red as her shirt. “Polina, um, lass, I…”
She ran a hand through her hair. “How long’ve you been considerin’ this?”

“Ewer since I began on the Enterprise.” Scotty had been beautiful even when she
was first beamed onto the ship, soaking wet, her ill-fitting winter clothes
clinging to her body and her eyes wildly excited. ”You bet’cher arse, Captain!”
“I am still interested. Unless you do not like girls? I vill stop if you vant
me to.” She’d thought that Scotty might entertain some interest, but even
Polina Chekova, genius navigator, was known to be wrong at times.

“It’s not that I don’t, it’s only…you’re so young.” Scotty’s voice was soft,
but it held a note of that same longing Polina felt every night, sleeping alone
and waking up wet.

That note was what gave her courage. “I am old enough to do this,” Polina said
with a raised eyebrow of her own, leaned over, and kissed Scotty for the first
time.

The older woman, surprisingly enough, didn’t pull away. Instead, Polina felt
strong arms wrap around her waist and yank her in closer, tender without being
gentle. Her mouth tasted like coffee and the strange sandwich she’d had for
lunch, and Polina felt a moment of foolishness for thinking she’d taste engine
grease before Scotty’s warm tongue against her lips silenced every thought in
her head.

And then it was gone. The cool air on her face forced Polina to open her eyes,
only to see Scotty’s own dark hazel eyes staring back. “You do want this,”
Scotty said quietly, sure rather than questioning. “Me. Right now.”

Polina nodded. “Da.” She swallowed and licked her lips, which had to be swollen
from the kissing, trying to recapture that new taste. “I vant to…” She racked
her brain to find the words in Standard – the hormones rushing through her
body, hardening her nipples and sending wetness down between her legs, had
shorted out her circuits, as it were. Finally, she found the closest equivalent
to what she wanted to say. “I vant to fuck.”

“Well, aye, an’ I suppose I do, too.” Polina got only a glimpse of Scotty’s
ear-to-ear grin before her mouth was again occupied. The kisses were hotter,
more desperate (if that was possible) than before. “Here, or d’ya want to
move?” she asked between kisses.

“I cannot vait,” Polina answered. “Fuck me here, pozhalsta.” Oh, she liked that
word - fuck. Hard and insistent, just like she was being. “Ve are alone here.
Nobody vill vatch.”

“You’re an eager thing,” Scotty replied, her voice amused. “Unzip your dress
for me, then?” Polina quickly complied, sliding the minidress down over her
ankles and taking off her boots as an afterthought.

“The shoes?”

“You cannot fuck vith boots on,” Polina explained. “It is not…proper.”

“You’re assaultin’ me in a heating room and you’re talkin’ proper?” Somehow, it
didn’t seem like Scotty objected. The engineer raked her eyes up and down
Polina’s body, too slowly, taking in her cotton bra and dampened panties,
before she reached around to unhook the bra in question and take it off. “Oh,
that’s lovely, that is.”

“You like?” Polina asked, blushing again, a note of pride in her voice despite
the ridiculous circumstance for it. “It is not fair that only you see me. Take
your shirt off, please.”

Scotty shrugged and ducked her head, as though embarrassed herself. “Well, all
right.” She pulled her shirt over her head, further mussing up her hair (to
Polina’s delight – she’d dreamt of seeing that chin-length style messier than
it usually was, because of her), and pulled her black sports bra over her head.


“Wery nice,” Polina managed; she could barely keep her mouth from watering.
Scotty’s breasts were bigger than hers, but they were proportional to her
strong frame, curvy without being overly stocky. Without warning, she attacked
Scotty’s mouth again, sloppy and eager, shivering at the feel of their breasts
pushed together by breathing and movement.

“Teenagers,” Scotty murmured against her lips, and pulled back. Polina frowned
at the loss of that warm contact, but was quickly silenced when Scotty cupped
her breasts in capable, callused hands; her thumbs circled around Polina’s
nipples, eliciting a whine from the navigator. “Y’like that, too?”

“Da, yes, yes, I like,” Polina managed. She’d kissed girls before, and once at
the Academy she’d been involved in a makeout session that ended at second base,
but nothing like this. Nothing that felt quite as indescribably good as the
scrape of Scotty’s rough thumbs on the soft, sensitive skin of her breasts. Her
head fell back, eyes involuntarily closing. “Please…please keep doing.”

“I can do better,” Scotty said with a laugh, and a few seconds later, Polina
felt soft lips mouth at her nipple, then…oh! She let out a little moan and
opened her eyes; what she saw only heightened her arousal. The Chief Engineer
of the Enterprise was half-crouching in front of her, one hand on Polina’s
waist – she hadn’t felt it settle there, but she was too aroused to tell – with
one nipple in her mouth and the other pinched between a thumb and forefinger.

Her wits were almost completely clouded, but she still possessed enough of her
senses to realize that something was unfair. “Do you vant me to do to you?”

Scotty looked up at her; her eyes were dark and shining, lips swollen and
flushed from her activities. “A-aye,” she said; her voice was low and husky,
sexy. She took Polina’s hand and guided it to her breast, spreading the slim
fingers out with her own. “Do what…what feels good to you.” Polina, only too
happy to comply, moved so that she had two handfuls of soft, warm flesh in her
own. She circled Scotty’s breasts as Scotty had done to her, then let go,
leaning forward to lick-swipe at each nipple with a teasing tongue.

The engineer went rigid, then shuddered all over. Interesting. Apparently,
Scotty’s nipples were even more sensitive than her own, and Polina made a
mental note of that so as to bring it up for future reference (she intended to
do this again, and no mistake). “Take…take - chyort voz’mi!” she exclaimed in
frustration – why couldn’t everyone just speak in Russian when they were
fucking? - and motioned a hand towards Scotty’s pants. “Take off, please?”

Scotty bit her lower lip and nodded rather than say anything, kicking her boots
off and sliding her uniform pants off. Polina couldn’t resist, in a fit of
childish playfulness, poking a finger into her navel. “Ah!” Scotty exclaimed,
and jumped about half a meter into the air, by Polina’s reckoning. “Dunnae do
that!”

“Sorry, sorry,” Polina said quickly. “I vill remember.” She shifted, feeling
the wet fabric of her panties stick to her, and kicked the stupid things off;
that was what she was aiming for, anyhow, wasn’t it? “Can ve…”

“Shove over,” Scotty told her, eyes gleaming with what was probably lust but
could’ve been amusement. “I’m no’ gonnae do this on the floor.”

Polina obligingly shifted over; thankfully, the box was long and wide enough
for both of them to sit, and probably to lie down on as well. The newly-cold
metal on her nether regions sent a shiver through her of an entirely different
kind than mere cold. “Not going to do vhat on the floor?”

“Said ya wanted to be fucked, lass,” Scotty replied with a smile. “Lie doon an’
spread your legs up a bit, else I can’t do tha’.” Her accent was thicker;
Polina noticed that even through a fog of pleasure, as she lay flat on the box
and spread her knees apart. Her long curly hair, tied back in a ponytail,
pushed a knot up against the back of her head, but she ignored it.

She couldn’t see much on her back, but she could feel Scotty’s hands on her
thighs, then on the crease of her legs, and then…she cried out “Ohh!” at the
feel of the engineer’s fingers tracing her folds, firm strokes interspersed
with little swipes to her clit. “Keep doing…” Polina was at a loss for words,
and so logically (as Commander Spock would probably say, although she really
didn’t want to think about him right now), she stopped trying, moaning
inarticulate things instead.

All the better, because when one long finger slipped inside her, she lost all
ability to communicate anything coherent. “Aiii,” she breathed, “oh, oh…S-
Scotty!” This was even better than the first time she’d discovered her G-spot
in a narrow bed at the Academy, biting her lip raw rather than let her sleeping
roommate hear a hormonal sixteen-year-old come harder than she ever had. Her
hips rolled and bucked against Scotty’s hand; a second finger joined the first,
pressing up in a way that had Polina’s eyes rolling, too. “Please…”

“Hold on a mo’,” she heard Scotty mutter, her voice cracked and strained – had
she done that? Seventeen-year-old Childish Chekova? Oh, she was proud – before
a strong hand lifted one leg and slid her own thigh under it, maneuvering over
and up so that her sex – when had she removed her panties? - ground against the
navigator’s. Polina looked up into Scotty’s eyes, which were bright and glazed
over; her mouth hung open as she panted. “Fuck, Polina, I’m…I can’t…”

“Shut up, move,” Polina interrupted her, and moved her own hips, feeling heat
and softness and just incredible sensation against her; it was too much. She
darted a hand between them and pressed two fingers against Scotty’s clit,
rubbing her own in circles with her thumb; the engineer was as wet as she was,
pulsing and female and wonderful.

“P-Polina, I…I…oh!” Scotty’s eyes closed and she gasped, her hips grinding
convulsively against Polina’s; more wet heat flooded against them both. The
realization that she was coming sent Polina over the edge as well. She closed
her eyes and just screamed, screamed at the pure pleasure, contracting against
her own hand and Scotty’s cunt and the cold box and oh bozhe moj.

She didn’t know how long she shook in orgasm – only that, when she finally came
back to herself, Scotty was lying half on top of her and half beside her,
looking as suddenly exhausted as Polina felt. “So this is what you’ve been
waitin’ for, then?” she murmured; her eyes were half-closed and her lips were
curled in a sated smile, as Polina found when she turned her head to look.

“Da,” Polina whispered back. “Wery much.” She lifted an arm, quite an effort as
it felt like a cooked noodle, to stroke Scotty’s back. “Pozhalsta, thank you.”

“Welcome.”

“Scotty?”

“Hm.”

“Vhat is your first name?” Polina asked. She’d never imagined herself having
sex with someone whose name she didn’t even know – but then again, there was a
lot she hadn’t imagined about herself.

“Oh.” Scotty turned her head and kissed Polina’s cheek for some reason. “It’s
Marsaili. Marsaili Aileen Scott. That do ya?”

“Mm,” Polina replied. “Polina Andreievna Irina Chekova.”

“’S’long,” Scotty said. “Fits, though. Lass.”

“Old voman,” Polina teased back. “You are happy I asked?”

Scotty let out a little sigh and smiled, caressing Polina’s cheek with one
hand. “Da.”
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