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shamelesstrekkie13 · 1 year

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AOS Christopher Pike x Reader after a big fight

Hiii!! So, this is my first time publishing a fanfic in here, so if I'm making any mistakes, please tell me! Also, you can send me requests for any characters of Star Trek, Percy Jackson, Shadow and Bone or Harry Potter :) Also, I should warn you that English isn't my main lenguage, so, I'm sorry for any mistakes I might've made. I really hope you enjoy this fic!

Words: 2662

I don't think there's anything to warn about. There are a couple cursewords, and the word "kill" does appear, but it's all very light.

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After I stormed out of Chris’ quarters, I went to the Mess Hall, searching for Sulu, so that he could cheer me up. This wasn’t our first fight, but it was the biggest one yet. The reason why we fought was a really stupid reason, which usually wouldn’t have made either one of us mad, but the stress got to us. So I started getting annoyed and a disagreement became a full on fight. And then, because Chris was also under a lot of stress (because of his captaincy of the Enterprise), the relatively normal fight became the biggest fight we’ve ever had. We started calling eachother names that neither one of us meant, but Chris crossed a line after calling me clingy, needy and 'too much'. And by 'crossed a line' I mean completely shattered my heart.

Honestly, the only reason why that bothered me so much is because my love language is a hundred percent physical touch. It’s one of the few things that make me feel loved and secure, and it’s my first method of showing love. I’ve always loved hugging and stroking or something as simple as holding hands, because that’s how the message of love got across from one person to another. With Chris being my superior, we could hardly do this kind of thing in front of other people, and since we both work so much, we didn’t have a lot of time for us either. That’s why Chris calling me 'clingy' and 'needy' and 'too much' hit me so hard. I didn’t even know I was 'too much'. For me this was a completely normal thing, it didn’t even cross my mind that it could be annoying. After hearing Chris tell me that, the only thing I could do was get out of his quarters as soon as possible, so that I wouldn’t break down in front of the person who called me 'too much.' That hurt in so many ways that I just couldn’t even look at him without hurting all over again.

I found Sulu sitting on a table with Chèkov, and I immediately went over to them, to explain and vent about what happened. As soon as they saw me, they knew something bad happened, I’m guessing because I didn’t greet them in my usual cheery and optimistic way. I sat down and sighed profoundly, and then I began explaining everything. While I was explaining the events trying desperately not to cry, Chèkov got up and went towards the replicator to order us some alcohol. When he came back with all the shots of tequila, I drank them all, without even thinking that some of those would be for them too.

“I just don’t understand how he could say something like that” I continued venting. “It makes no sense. He never once complained about me being needy or clingy or annoying. What if that’s what he’s been thinking all this time but never told me?”

I started spirling and questioning everything about our relationship, because we had only been dating for almost a year, even though we had loved each other for much longer, but due to our ranks in StarFleet, neither of us had acted on our feelings. We didn’t even know if the other one felt the same way we did.

“I wouldn’t say that” started Sulu “that man is crazy for you. I can’t even imagine him saying anything like this to you”

Everybody knew about my way of showing love. Most people found it cute, and said they’d love to have a girlfriend who showed so much affection. Everybody jokingly said that the Captain didn’t need to be worried about any cheating. I loved too hard to ever cheat.

“I agree with him. You should talk to him, I’m sure it was just the stress talking” said Chèkov with his pronounced accent.

“But that’s the thing. Even if he said it because of the stress, doesn’t that mean that at some point in our relationship he felt that way?” I started to tear up again “Maybe everybody’s right and I love too hard”

Sulu and Chèkov looked at each other before addressing me.

“You loving so hard is something unique. And it’s a good thing. And even if he feels like that, which is hard to believe, you deserve much better. You are awesome, girl.”

When Sulu finished his pep talk, Chèkov commented too:

“If the captain truly feels like that, then we’ll help you move on. We’ll call Nyota and she’ll create a party for you to drink and dance your pain away.”

At that moment I felt so lucky to have the friends that I have. To have support through those dark days that everybody has. I looked at them gratefully.

Soon enough, Nyota and Spock joined us at the table, and she started to tell a story about a cadet that touched the wrong thing and caused a blackout in the entire ship. Even though I knew exactly what she was doing, which was to distract me from my chaotic love life, I followed her lead.

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Captain Pike was a very busy man. He was the captain of the Federation’s flag ship. He was in constant stress because of a million things, but today it felt different. Maybe because of the headache he woke up with. Or maybe because of the huge fight he had had earlier with his girlfriend. Yeah, that was probably it. He didn’t know what came over him. He just snapped when she got close to hug him. Maybe it was because he was late for his shift, and captains can never be late. It could also be because of the meeting he had that afternoon with Admiral Marcus, which made him really nervous and even more stressed than he already was. He didn’t know how to feel about Admiral Marcus, and because of that, he needed to be careful around him.

Pike couldn’t afford to not be at his maximum when the time of the meeting with the Admiral came. He thought he should distract himself with work, because there was nothing left to do to prepare for the meeting, so the only thing he could do was work until the time came.

It sounds as if Pike was going to a meeting to find out if he was guilty or innocent of some crime, but that wasn’t the case at all. Just the presence of Admiral Marcus caused this reaction in him. The goal was to go to that meeting free of stress, but now, after the fight he had had with his girlfriend, he was more stressed than ever. He was also worried. Like, sick worried. Because he obviously didn’t mean anything he had said to her, but he knew he fucked up. He knew it, and he was terrified of the consequences of his fuck up. He loved his girlfriend more than anything, she was there for him no matter what, even after his torture. Not many people would’ve stayed after an event like that. He loved her for that. He also loved the way she loved him. The way she loved in general. He loved everything about her, because her love was all he needed to survive. And she had more than enough love for him. All those things he had called her in their fight were repeating in his mind, like an infinite, torturous loop. He didn’t mean a single word of what he had said.

He also knew that she loved harder than anyone, despite everything that had happened to her in her life. And he admired that above everything else. Her capacity for love was extraordinary, and he might’ve just lost her. No, he definitely lost her. And he couldn’t deal with the implications of that loss right now. Not when he had a ship to run, not when he had a meeting with one of the Admirals of StarFleet. Not when he knew that when he started processing that loss, he would break down, and he wouldn’t recover. He couldn’t. It was just impossible to move on from a love like that, especially when it was his own fault that the relationship had ended.

Pike entered engineering, to distract himself from the heartbreak he was sure would kill him. He had to oversee a repair procedure on the warp core, to make sure nobody fucked it up. He started walking around engineering, not caring about the repair anymore, just trying to make sense of his thoughts. He walked past a console when a memory hit him. Over a year ago, a shipwide failure happened, knocking the Enterprise out cold. You were there, in engineering, on that same console, trying to revive the ship. You had found a solution on how to fix the problem, and he thought “damn, she’s smart.” And he was right. You were one of the smartest people he had ever met. He also thought you’d have a boyfriend, because it was impossible for a woman like you to be single for long. But, luckily for him, you were single. And the rest was history.

The time to meet Admiral Marcus had come, and the captain made his way to his ready room, to meet the Admiral on a call. He had no clue why this meeting was happening, which was worrying. He started thinking, once again, that maybe StarFleet Command would want to retire him from the chair, because of the torture. And that was an unthinkable thought. When he had thoughts like this, you were always by his side, ready to shine and dissipate all the shadows that were clouding his mind. But you weren’t there now. And you probably wouldn’t be anymore. So he had to force his thoughts away from his mind, which was very difficult to do, since there were shadows everywhere, and your light wasn’t there.

The computer informed him about Admiral Marcus calling him, and so he straightened his spine and accepted the call.

“Good afternoon, Captain. You look like hell.”

“Good afternoon, Admiral. I must say, I have no idea why this meeting was scheduled in the first place, and that has been making me nervous.”

The captain was trying to keep his nerves under control, so that he wouldn’t say anything stupid.

“Well, you can relax, Chris. StarFleet Command has decided to promote you to Admiral due to your admirable strength against Nero. Congratulations.”

Pike felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He felt an enormous relief that nobody was forcing him to retire. His next thought was to tell you about his promotion, and then he remembered he hadn’t seen you since the fight. So he decided to go see you, have you back, and tell you the news. He started to see everything from a different perspective, and he decided that he may have fucked up, but he wouldn’t give up so easily. He wanted you by his side, and it saddened him that you weren’t there when Admiral Marcus had told him about his promotion.

“Those are excellent news, Admiral. I’d like to thank whoever made this decision, because it’s something I’ve been waiting for a long time. If you excuse me, I have people to share this news to. Have a nice day, sir.”

He hung up without waiting for an answer, and got out of his ready room on long, fast strides. He asked the computer where you were so that he could go and talk to you about both the fight and his promotion. Chris realised that if he was going to be Admiral, he didn’t want to be it without you. If it hadn’t been for you he probably wouldn’t even be on Starfleet right now, due to the torture.

When he arrived at the mess hall, he saw you with Sulu, with all kinds of alcoholic beverages on the table and a couple of them in your hands. You were laughing at something Sulu had said, and Chèkov was explaining something, gesturing a lot with his hands, and you looked really interested at what he was saying. Suddenly, Pike wished that it was him at whom you were laughing and dedicating that beautiful smile.

Chèkov saw the captain and stopped speaking abruptly. He then said something to you in quiet whispers. You turned around and looked straight at Chris. The captain’s heart started to beat at an unsafe rhythm, faster with each step you took towards him.

“We should talk” You said

“Yes, we should,” the captain agreed.

Chris took your hand and practically dragged you to his quarters. Once you both got there, he held both your hands and started talking.

“First of all, I need you to know that I didn’t mean a single thing that I said this morning. I love the way you love me, and your way of showing affection. I was really stressed about my meeting with Marcus, and I took it out on you. And I’m terribly sorry for that. I thought my whole future at StarFleet was in danger, and instead of letting you help me, I snapped at you. It will never happen again, because now I know what would happen to me if you ever left me. Just today, after the fight, I was absolutely terrified of you leaving me. For a moment there, I thought we might never be us again. And then, I had my meeting with Admiral Marcus, and he told me that I’ve been promoted to Admiral. The first thing I thought after being relieved that nobody was forcing me to retire was you. Without you, I probably wouldn’t even be on StarFleet after my torture. You’re the reason for this. You’re the reason for every single good thing in my life. You’re everything. So, I really hope you can forgive me for my fuck up. If you do forgive me, I have a lot of good ideas on how to celebrate our accomplishment.”

You were left speechless. After Chris’ speech, you felt as if you were going to cry and just break down right there of happiness and relief.

“So you never meant anything you said this morning? I was starting to think that maybe you felt that way all along and that you weren’t happy or that maybe I really was ‘too much’” Your eyes were tearing up slowly, and the captain realised that.

Chris’ heart broke from just hearing your self-doubts. His heart broke a little bit more when he remembered that he was the cause of your self-doubts.

“I would never think that. You’re more than enough, and I could never have ‘too much’ of you. In case you didn’t realise, I’m madly in love with you, and I’m absolutely horrified by the words that I said earlier today.”

As if the captain couldn’t restrain himself anymore, he took a step forward and engulfed you on a huge bear hug. He held you tightly for several minutes, enjoying your body temperature and having you in his arms once again. He rested his face on the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply, as if he wanted to memorise your smell and never forget it. He whispered how sorry he was in your ear and kissed you several times on your cheek and neck, as if tasting the most delicious and sweet food.

“Chris, this morning I’ve also said a couple of things that I didn’t mean at all. So, really, I’m at fault here too. And I love you too. You’re also one of the most loyal, kind and smart men I’ve ever met, and I’m really grateful to have you as my partner.” You held him tighter than ever too. You had missed him terribly throughout this day.

You cupped your lover’s cheeks and directed his lips towards yours.

Sure enough, that night neither of you slept much.

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ichayalovesyou · 2 years

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Oath (Pike x Reader)

Requested by: @lieutenantn

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 770

Content: SFW, romantic, first kiss/confession, GN!Reader, Medical!Reader (Bones-esque), Protective!Reader, hurt/comfort, comedic elements, torture via prison labor, physical whump.

Teaser: Captain Pike has been missing for two weeks, he and a young Cadet framed for an unknown crime and held in an unknown place by vindictive aliens on first contact. Two whole weeks of waiting and worrying, and when you finally get to see him again, all you can feel is rage.

Your blood was boiling.

You had managed to get it down to a simmer before. But now? It was overflowing.

Two long weeks waiting, hoping to get any information on the Captain’s whereabouts. Two weeks to figure out who framed him and that poor Cadet and prove their innocence to these severe, unfeeling, vindictive aliens. Two weeks of being scared shitless and worried sick. Two weeks of not knowing if Chris was alive or dead or what. Why’d they have to be so damn ominous about punishment and just tell you like it was?!

Now all that fear in your gut had ignited into rage, a match to gasoline. It ate up the biting chill of the prison complex.

“Where is he?!” You barked.

“This way.” A guard gestured.

The doors opened, you shoulder checked one of the sentries in your eagerness to enter the cell. You took an oath to do no harm, but you weren’t about to take any shit.

You saw him, a feeble balm of relief to your distress. He didn’t look good.

“Y/N” he exhaled, his relief sabotaging his professionalism. “H-h-hey.”

His uniform was in ribbons, exposing contusions and welts on his sides and back of varying ages, some as new as yesterday. He was trying to stifle it (as if it would soothe your worry, or your wrath) but he was shivering. Stage one onset of hypothermia, signs of malnutrition. You wouldn’t have noticed the two broken knuckles if he hadn’t flinched away from instinctively trying to warm his hands.

To hell with your oath, actually, you were gonna cause a diplomatic incident.

“Is this how you treat your prisoners?! He wasn’t even condemned by your laws! It’s inhumane! It’s- you heartless-“

“Doctor don’t! It’s over… it is over, right? I can get- get outta here?” He added suddenly a little nervously.

The guard nodded, you were still nose to what you assumed was their nose.

“Please, don’t make me make it an order.” He pleaded, earnest, visibly exhausted.

Deep breaths “Fine.”

You would channel your fury elsewhere, you’re work. Time to break out the medical tricorder, no chancing internal bleeding or any other horrible little surprises Chris wasn’t going to disclose unless you found them first.

“Where- how’s Cadet Uhur-“ he began.

“She’s fine Chris, M’Benga’s got her, she’s doing a lot better than you are so shut up and let me scan you.” You knelt down in front of him, eye level with those worried stormy blues. Fighting the flush it gave you down with righteous anger and professional poise.

That god damn guard was still there, you could feel it.

“A little medical privacy please?!”

The guard turned the corner reluctantly, you’d shoo him away from being just outside the door if you could.

“Kn-knew she was innocent, could never, took res-responsibility for h-her-, I was-“

“You always do. Debriefing me while you’re body is trying to keep you from freezing to death is not helpful Chris. You’re already in a bad enough state as it is.” The scans were coming up as expected, no surprises so far. He was freezing to the touch though, it twisted you up inside. There wasn’t even a ratty blanket in here.

“Had worse.” He laughed “You-“

“Could you stop understating your injuries for five minutes?! Just once?! Yes I have pulled you out of worse and I’m damn proud of myself for it! YOU should not be! There isn’t a goddamn scoreboard in the afterlife that counts how many times you almost made it! Damnit Chris you- you- you’re…”

Before you knew what the hell you were doing you kissed him hard on the lips.

You jerked back in a shock of self-awareness, staring at each other for a moment, shocked, blushing.

“That- that was, warm.” Pike stated, a little dumbstruck.

“I… uh, well, there’s more where that came from you big idiot! Let’s get you out of here.” What in the goddamn hell were you saying?!

Too late now, your work here was done, couldn’t do more until you got to sick bay. Sick bay and maybe, other places, more private, maybe, you weren’t sure yet. You were pretty sure you were still angry with him. Probably.

You took him by his ice cold, uninjured hand, helping him to his feet. Marching out of the cell with your head held high, putting yourself between Pike and anyone who’d dare think of doing any more damage to him.

You only broke away when you get in visual range of the shuttle.

There were less, intimate, ways of getting him warmed up. For now.

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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Always

Prompts: “I will never stop fighting for you. I will never stop protecting you.” + “You are my family.” Requested By: Anonymous & @spuffyfan394 (Mystery prompts combined; Green 15 & 35)

Pairing: Christopher Pike x GN!Reader *pre-relationship, obvious feelings, pining, etc

Plot: After Y/n is taken by hostile aliens, Chris makes a personal trip to save them, much to Y/n's surprise.

Warnings: Mentions of torture and beatings in past tense. Wounds. Brief mentions of blood. Mentions of "selling" of reader by hostile aliens. A bit angsty in general.

Words: 1.5k

You stared at your feet as you tried to ignore the cold chill that had seemed to seep into your bones. The metal walls and lack of windows kept the cold trapped in the cell with you. Your long sleeved shirt was too thin to help, and your boots didn't keep your toes from going numb.

Closing your eyes and leaning your head back, you began to wonder what time it was. Or even what day it was. You had lost track of time a while ago, but your best bet was that you had been captured about a week ago.

You never thought your scouting mission could have gone this bad. The idea that you would have been attacked by scavengers and then taken prisoner had never crossed your mind. The worst part was, that you were alone when you were taken. It could have taken days before anyone would know that anything had happened to you.

And then what next? If they realized you had been taken, how could they have known where you were taken too? Or who you had been taken by?

You remembered the day you left the Enterprise. Standing in the docking bay outside of your shuttle, Chris in front of you.

"Good luck Y/n." He spoke with a smile.

"Thank you, Captain." You responded with a soft smile.

Your eyes locked momentarily, before you made your way into the shuttle. When you looked back at him, he was still staring you down.

"Don't stay away too long." He added, with a soft gaze.

"Why? You gonna miss me?" You asked jokingly.

"Already do." He replied with a smile that made your heart palpitate.

His eyes stayed locked on you as you closed the shuttle doors. It took you a minute before you were able to breath again. His response had caught you so off guard, you almost got dizzy.

You knew there was tension growing between you and the Captain, feelings that were becoming more obvious to both of you. Feelings that were getting too hard to ignore.

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of distance footsteps. You let out a shaky breath as the memory of Chris faded from your mind. Your heart began to beat anxiously as the footsteps grew closer.

A pulsating ache began to pound at your sides as you recalled the beatings you had gone through by the aliens that had taken you. Not to mention the torture you were met with when you tried to escape. They intended to sell you, to who and for what, you knew not. But you would risk more than one beating before you let that happen.

Sliding into the corner of your cell, you took a few deep breaths as you heard the door begin to unlock. Your fists were clenched in anticipation. You were not going to let them get away with this so easily.

As the door slid open, your heart was beating so loudly you felt it in your head. And as someone stepped in you almost flinched. But as your eyes locked onto theirs, you felt your breath leave you as your whole body seemed to shudder.

"Chris?" Your voice was a whisper, almost too quiet to hear.

"Y/n." Chris said softly as he knelt down in front of you.

He brought his hand up to your face and felt his gut clench. Your skin was cold to the touch. You had a split lip, a cut above your eye, and various bruising along your cheek and chin. Your clothes were ragged and you had small blood stains across your side, hands and legs.

"What are you doing here? How did you find me?" You asked softly, still unsure you could believe it.

Chris furrowed his brow and frowned. "It was harder than I would have liked, but luckily these guys made a mistake."

You gave him a questioning gaze and he smiled softly. "Some of the aliens that took you stayed on the planet to scavenge your shuttle. When we went to find you, we found them instead."

You let out a soft sigh, "How long has it been?"

He spoke softly, "Eight days."

You nodded softly as Chris began to reach around you. "Now come on, we gotta get out of here."

You hissed in pain as you leaned against Chris. Limping beside him, your eyes caught on Una and Spock in the hallway. Una looked at you with a look of worry, and you gave her a small nod in assurance.

"Let's get out of here." Chris spoke as he tapped his badge.

"Pike to Enterprise, four to beam up."

There was a moment of silence before you heard Chief Kyles voice. "Sir, I can't get a good enough signal from where you are to beam you out."

"It might be the metal in this building Captain, it appears to be very dense."

"That's also probably why it's so cold in here." You mumbled, and you felt Chris pull you a bit closer.

"As soon as you get a clear lock on us Kyle, beam us out." Una said into her com.

As you slowly made your way down the hall, you felt just how weak you had gotten. Your legs were heavy and cramped, and the cold seemed to make it hard for you to move properly.

Hearing footsteps coming closer, you felt your heart skip a beat, and you absentmindedly gripped Chris's shirt.

He looked down at you, and saw the fear in your eyes. He felt a rush of anger before he pulled you closer to him, shielding you from view if the aliens were to come around the corner.

You all felt a pit in your stomach as you realized they were coming towards you. When the aliens rounded the corner, there was a moment of shock that passed over their faces as they saw all of you. As they began to yell out in alarm and reach for their weapons, you closed your eyes tightly in anticipation.

As you did so, you heard a familiar sound meet yours ears as a bright light engulfed you. When you opened your eyes, you saw the familiar transporter room around you.

Letting out a relieved sigh, you felt as though all the strength left our body as your legs swayed a bit.

"Hold on Y/n." Chris whispered as he held onto you. "Kyle beam us to the sickbay."

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Between the rushed exam and treatment by Dr. M'Benga and Nurse Chapel, you had no time to talk to Chris. Not until you were mostly healed, and left to rest, did you see him again.

Looking up at the sound of footsteps, your heart palpitated as you saw Chris approaching you, a small smile on his face. Setting down you pad you smiled at him in return.

"Captain." You greeted.

He stopped beside your bed and briefly looked you over. "How are you feeling?"

"A bit tired, but better."

He nodded once as he picked up your pad, seeing you had been writing your incident report.

"You didn't have to do this just yet you know." He spoke softly as he briefly read it over.

"Yeah I know, but, what else am I gonna do?" You gestured to the empty sickbay around you.

Slowly setting down the pad, he looked back at you. "You seemed surprised to see me when we got to you. Did you really think we weren't going to find you?"

You let out a soft breath. "I had no doubt you would have. I was just surprised to see you."

"Why?" He had a hint of disbelief in his voice.

"Well, it's not every day the Captain makes a personal trip to come save you."

He smiled at this, as he shook his head softly. "Y/n-"

"I know, I know, you'd do it for anyone on the crew." You smiled at him.

"Though that is true, that's not the only reason. And, I think you know that." He tilted his head to the side as he stared tenderly at you.

Meeting Chris's eyes, you saw a certain gleam in them that added to the tension between you. Looking down, you felt your ears heat up as Chris gently placed his hand on top of yours.

"You are my family, Y/n. Everyone on this ship is, but, you- you mean more to me than- than"

"-than I should?" You finished for him.

He nodded softly as he ran his thumb over the back of your hand. "No matter what happens, I will never stop fighting for you. I will never stop protecting you. Whether that means coming to rescue you personally, or not."

You smiled softly as you looked from him to your hands. Flipping your hand over underneath his, he let his fingers linger over your palm before he gently pressed his hand against yours, intertwining his fingers with yours.

You uttered softly "Thank you Chris."

"For what?"

"For coming to get me."

"Always."

You and Chris locked eyes, the tension between you obvious, but not uncomfortable. You had no idea what would happen between you now, but you weren't as scared of it as you had been before.

xx End xx

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queenlyfae · 2 years

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HEADCANON: You’re Captain Christopher Pike’s Feral SO

Captain Pike x Female Reader

Authors Note: this was partially beta read but 100% written on my phone

◦ Really?

◦ You.

◦ No really, you?

◦ This is Captain Christopher Pike of the USS enterprise and you’re… you.

◦ When the discovery heard that Captain Pike long time SO (or as he told Michael ‘I have a Lady, she means the world to me and I had to pull a lot of strings to bring her over from my ship to here.”) was coming over from the Enterprise, they were expecting… not you.

◦ This got told to your face multiple times, especially by Tilly, not even questioning why she was helping carry your stuff to the captains quarters until she was halfway back to her own quarters and then she was like ‘…wait’

◦ Tilly’s your favourite, tbh.

◦ As Paul Staments once said when the entire ship realised you were Pike’s SO:

“it’s nothing against you, it’s just that you’re… you and Captain Pike is Captain Pike. When you think of who Captain Pike’s Lady would be, you think of someone very… Pikey. Not… you.”

◦ (If you imagine it in Anthony Rapp’s voice it makes total sense and doesn’t sound bitchy at all)

◦ In the crews defence, at no point did you or Pike ever attempt to correct them or let them know who exactly Pikes SO was.

◦ They just knew you came over from the Enterprise, that’s it.

◦ No one’s exactly sure what you do, like one moment you’re working with the ship’s Botanists and they’re like ‘oh okay’, and then the next moment you’re spelunking down a turbolift shute becuase Tilly’s gotten stuck in one.

◦ Even Spock not sure what you do. Do you know how hard it is to confuse a Vulcan?

◦ it’s actually Not that hard but now’s NOT THE TIME

◦ Then people starting seeing the two of you interact, usually in the form of you complaining as Pike took your second, third, it’s only my fifth if you’re going by binary numbers, caffeinated drink from you in the mess hall, shooting you a smile and a comment about how he doesn’t need his crew members all wired up.

◦ And because of well, everything about you (your lack of height, seemingly permanent babyface, etc etc), everyone just assumed that maybe you were a ensign of some sort that he felt a kinship too and was attempting to mentor through the command training program, because clearly you’re a ensign right?

◦ …Right?

◦ Oh, you’re a commander?

◦ *censored*

◦ You being Pike’s SO isn’t even a remote possibility, which is weird because you would think that they would suspect something, considering you’ve left the CAPTAINS QUARTERS IN DAYLIGHT HOURS IN FRONT OF OTHER CREW MEMBERs

◦ Also that one time you sat on Pikes lap during a party one time but everyone thought it was because you were tipsy and nobody noticed the way his hand was resting super high on your thigh and you could get away with it because ???

◦ It’s not until the one MINOR explosion that lands you in medbay and when the Captain hears about you getting some minor shrapnel to the leg and suddenly he’s running to medbay, pale as a ghost, and suddenly people realize this isn’t some weird mentor/mentee relationship but rather some weird romantic relationship.

◦ I mean, they didn’t realize something until you started getting into a very loud argument with him.

(it’s not uncommon for you to start arguments you’re a very argumentative person)

anyone passing by medbay that day saw you on the bed, yelling at him, while he stood there, hands on his hips, dumb smirk on his face like he’s turned on by it.

◦ He kinda is, not going to lie.

◦ Then Someone, yelled something about inches, and that’s when it clicked all across the ship.

◦ The man goes into double digits let’s be reasonable here.

◦ Jett Reno’s been suspicious of you two since the beginning, and it was pretty much confirmed for her one night when she ran into you and Pike stumbling out of his ready room with slightly messy clothes, giggling like teenagers, but it wasn’t her place to say

◦ Which again, begs the question- you?

◦ I mean he’s Captain Pike, he’s like the poster Boy Scout of Starfleet.

◦ You can usually be found scowling in the background somewhere, clutching your beloved caffeinated drink, a scowl on your face, usually grumbling about idiots as you diffuse yet another crisis.

◦ you also don’t like people, really.

Okay you don’t like MOST people, besides Pike, and that’s… questionable most days.

Pike said something about having some tramua from childhood you still need to resolve but idk

◦ Also you drink hot sauce on its own who does that.

So while you could usually be counting on for helping out the various groups and units on the ship, the only person you really opened up too on Discovery was Pike.

How you and Pike became a couple no one, not even Pike, are not really sure.

Okay Pike knows how but his mother raised him to be a gentleman and a gentleman doesn’t discuss dirty laundry.

Unless it’s with Spock and they were really drunk on Klingon Blood Wine and he felt so guilty about it afterwords he swore Spock to secrecy.

Spock does tells it to Kirk and Bones years later because he doesn’t understand why you and Pike were a thing really.

They don’t either tbh

So it’s a understatement when theres a unspoken rule formed shortly after you arrived was that no one got between you and your food.

If someone needed you for something and you happened to be eating during that moment, they could wait.

Even Pike knew not to mess with you unless it was like the entire crew/universe was at stake (and if that was the case he’d get you to get your food to go because in Pike’s words ‘you get bitey when you’re Hangry.’)

◦ That is until some jackass in engineering made Tilly cry over a minor mistake she made, and the day you hear about it, you’re having lunch.

A lunch you’ve been talking about looking forward for six weeks because Pike got his hands on some Bajorian argendi sandwiches for the crew, and it’s not everyday that you get bajorian argendi sandwiches.

Sometimes Pike will make one for you but that’s only after you do that one thing for him, and the last time Chris even thought about asking you to that one thing, it gave Spock a month long migraine so it’s been a hot moment for the two of you.

◦ You have a vanilla latte, a banjorian argendi sandwich on mapa bread, and a new bottle of hot sauce in front of you.

◦ The one thing that would make this day perfect is if you had someone’s you know what to look forward too later but THATS NOT THE POINT

◦ But then Tilly comes into the mess hall, trying and failing to hide her tears right as you’re pouring hot sauce on your argendi sandwich.

◦ You see this and everyone else goes quiet when with a sigh, you push your sandwich away and you walk over to her, and ask if she’s okay and you take her for a walk to talk about it.

◦ When asked about it, Tilly just smiles and makes a joke about how she underestimated Pike’s… girlfriend? Wife? Life partner?

◦ Again what are you?

◦ Jett Reno later sees you dressing down the crew member that made Tilly cry but again, not her place to say anything, she says, as she retells it though with glee.

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starryeyes2000 · 1 year

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Where’s an All-Night Pharmacy When You Need It - Part 27

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Rating: Teen

Pairings: Pike & Child!OC (Noah), Pike x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Chapter Summary: Flashback to the weeks after Noah's birth. The reader meets Chris' parents.

Story Summary: Chris’ adventures in fatherhood.

Excerpt: Five Years Ago

Chris is changing and dressing Noah when the notification chimes signaling the arrival of his parents. After double checking the clothes I put on this morning are, in fact and miraculously, still clean, I pause at the door, too nervous to open it. First impressions are important, can’t be retracted.

And I am not at my best.

I am still standing there, frozen, when Chris enters. He brushes my cheek with a kiss, places his hand on the small of my back which calms and comforts, and promises, “They’re going to love you.”

As he greets our visitors I shrink back, angling my body slightly behind my husband who beams with pride when introducing his parents to six-week-old Noah. And I silently thank the gods my thoughtful partner is centering the attention on their grandson giving me time to settle.

Senior Mr. Pike advances in my direction looking as if he is about to envelope me in a bear hug. Caught off guard, I step away. Chris’ mother tugs his arm whispering, “Boundaries, dear.”

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emeraldsyndicate · 5 months

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The future, is what you make of it.

Fanfic/ Star Trek Captain Pike, Admiral Vance X reader

(I take no credit for these characters, I'm just playing with them, seeking a happy ending to a muse that sat upon my shoulder and murmured "what if...."

Summary : It was an ordinary day for me, till it wasn't. It's kinda like those zenn gardens, the stones in the sand with the circles radiating outward - but in my case apparently across time and multiple realities.

It's made me introspective. What is compassion and do we ever truly know the effects of one kind act tossed out into the universe till a/the "god" (any sufficiently advanced civilization/technology would appear god like or magical) takes notice. All "god" ever really does, is give choices. Those spoken and more significantly, those unspoken, and with them the possibility of a life and love, worth dying for, and perhaps their own desire, after so much death and destruction for just one "happy ending", not perfect, no one can promise perfect, choices after all, but happy.

warning: Mature, O.C. some spoilers and diverges from the end of season 4 destiny and season 2 of strange new worlds.

I've never posted before, gentle feedback is appreciated....

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Your tired, in fact, truth be told you are way way beyond exhausted and not really too sure how you are managing to function. But its not like there is another choice. Well, technically, you had your choice, made it, and these are the consequences. God knows you were warned…hell that’s actually funny. God knows you were warned…by a "god", and then you went and broke the only rule he gave you. You got offered paradise and now, now you’ve got a ring side seat to exactly what hell is like…complete with a demon. A demon with dead, dark eyes seemingly seething with hate and a hunger that is never, ever satisfied. You shake your head to dispel the image of it circling, slowly, snarling and clicking, growing ever closer, watching for a weak moment when it could pounce. That nightmare was never ever going to go away.

You drag your sorry self up the ladder of yet another Jefferies tube and start the imposed sentence of cleaning it. A horrible, mind numbing and exhausting job – your punishment. You can feel the sweat already starting to trickle down your back severely exacerbating the burning, rubbed raw rash, an allergic reaction to the fabric, of your prison fatigues. The only thing, in the only fabric, the replicator will issue you. The commander made sure he didn’t miss a beat in ensuring you had the “full effect”. You were hungry but knew the “K” rations, again all that the computer would issue you, although they met your nutritional requirements, would turn your stomach and cause severe cramping that made your last bout of stomach flu look like a day at the beach. Still this is better than yesterday. Very little could fail to be better than yesterday with you and the chief trapped with a Gorn.

She’s still in Medlab and your, well your back on “shift” without even 12 hours of recovery time. Everything aches, absolutely everything aches, you swear even the inside of your eyelids hurt, but your lucky to be alive. "Again", you correct yourself, lucky to be alive again, however your starting to wonder if this is indeed part of the consequences for pissing off a deity. You can't suffer if your not alive you think to yourself ruefully smirking.

You want so very very badly to feel safe, just for a few minutes, to be comforted, cared for -it’s a federation ship for pity sake. Their very motto is service, sacrifice, compassion and love – just not for you.

The commander made sure everyone knew not to fraternize with the screw up who cost them the alliance with the Tal when you hadn’t shown up for the reception. The captain, he seemed intent on ensuring your full sentence was carried out to the letter. Neither of them seemed to have any of the empathy for you which they lavished upon others. They had raged at you the next morning when you’d hurried to find them and explain as not one message had gone through. They'd gone one up one side of you and down the other, neither willing to let you utter a single word in your defense, insisting there was none. You kept trying to keep a lid on your tempter as you’d been up all night and knew normally they were far more level headed and fair.

You decided to try and wait till they ran out of steam to explain when the commander had gone so far as to state blithely, when you’d taken a deep breath and raised your hand to try and interject, that if you uttered a single, solitary syllable, ever, to try and excuse your gross, selfish lack of foresight regarding this matter, that he would ship you to the penal colony of epsilon 8. Your mouth had fallen open in shock as he had continued to rail at you, his finger shaking in your face, his own a mask of rage and disgust. This was not the man you knew.

They had both seemed so haggard and tired, after all the war with the gorn was not going well and they had had high hopes for the support this new ally could have provided.

You had started to say “captain, commander” in a gentle voice sure it was just a misunderstanding, as it was apparently far far more severe a situation than you had thought but they were both reasonable men so you were sure that when you explained…

Only to be interrupted by him saying, in a low angry voice with enough venom to have you stepping back “choose your next actions carefully as I swear on my honour as Starfleet officer if you dare utter another single sound for this inexcusable conduct, I will put you on the shuttle in cuffs personally, I AM the authority in this sector. The lives you have endangered with your self-indulgent, selfish,… primitive…” He had literally spat out.

You had looked in shock back and forth from the captain to the commander with Pike running his hands through his badly tussled hair who had joined in insisting “– show up, all you had to do was show up – can you even conceive of the damage done by your actions. That they wouldn’t know, wouldn’t check where you’d gone instead. The level of insult you’ve caused…”

I still had absolutely no idea what I had done that was so horribly wrong. I agree I wasn't there but there didn't seem to be another option at the time, and how my choice could have been so offensive, given the potential for harm if I had just left and gone to the reception, was seemingly beyond my limited experience with or understanding of interspecies politics.

No one bothered to tell me that, although everyone seemed to know. Which made even trying to defend myself impossible. So I was trying to keep my head down, finish the sentence of hard labor to teach me ”some character, badly needed humility and some small inclination of the meaning of self-sacrifice”, at least until I could disappear.

Seriously, I had thought as I worked, like I hadn’t wanted the “Cinderella deal” at the Tal reception. I’d gotten to be dressed to the 9’s, as a last minute substitute to ensure the Tal cultural norms were obeyed, as the officers had been dropping like flies due to the virus brought in on the rescued transport earlier that day. While not lethal for most species it would make you damn sick for over 48 hour as it ran its course , along with being highly contagious. Hence everyone, even me, non-starfleet, were moving via the transporters to avoid the possible spread of the virus. I really had felt like I had won the lottery, A night on the arm of a handsome Starfleet officer, dinner with a charming and witty companion, dancing. Even if you were terrified of not using the right fork or upsetting aliens you didn’t know existed 3 months ago, you had really been looking forward to it. It seemed originally like fate had thrown you a bone, given you just one night of what may have been, a wonderful fairy tale night to last the rest of your life after you ensured you disappeared. It was a big galaxy after all and they, they had their whole life ahead of them now.

Fate however, or the aforementioned "God", had put other plans in place and now you were being punished. Not that you could see any other choice at the time you had thought leaning all of your weight into a particularly stubborn nodule with sweat dripping down into your eyes mixing with the tears born of exhaustion, pain and self-indulgent but not unwarranted, pity. That, was of course, when you slipped.

Now usually the safety measures on a Starfleet vessel would prevent accidents of this nature but not when they hadn’t been engaged. After all no one would talk to you, you had no computer access, privileges or codes so you had no means of knowing they existed or being able to invoke them. That meant that when you slipped and fell you kept going, all the way down to the deck with a rather sickening thud.

You had a moment to register the pain, the sharp snapping sensation in your arm and right side along with the sudden inability to take a breath. Your last stream of conscious thought was that you were going to die, all alone while surrounded by those who but for your refusal to obey a "god" would have welcomed and cared for you.

You could have had a fairy tale life, safe from harm and they, they would have been just as trapped as if they were still fated to end up in those horrible medical support devices. Trapped inside a pain filled shell of what they once were or could be. Alive, because of you, but because of debt and duty to you they would never again truly be able to live. You were going to die having been thrust 1500 years into the future. Sent here purportedly because a "god of time" had deemed it wasn’t fair you had lost everything, every hope, every dream everyone, your very world lost to you forever because of the time war, and the fact you would not let them kill a child.

A child whose name you still didn’t know, but, at least she got to grow up you'd consoled yourself. The time soldiers charging out of the wormhole hadn’t even really wanted the child at the playground you’d been walking past, they were after someone called grayson….in order to destroy someone or something called ….spock.

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ohpike-mycaptain · 9 months

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Shore Leave

Pairing: Captain Christopher Pike x Reader

Prompt: "Could you... hold my hand?"

Word Count: ~650

"Lieutenant?" Captain Pike questions when he catches you peeking around the corridor of the space port where the Enterprise is currently docked. "Is everything alright?" His voice is thick with amusement.

"Captain! Hi!" You wince when you hear how strained your voice sounds and it's almost an octave higher than usual. Great. Totally not suspicious. "I… uh…" Your thoughts trail off when you finally get a good look at him.

It's been a while since you've seen him dressed so casually. The henley he's wearing clings in all the right places and his blue eyes sparkle with a hint of mischief even as his posture straightens slightly in response to your nervousness. "I have seen you stare down the wrong end of a phaser without blinking, lieutenant. What part of shore leave could possibly have scared you?"

"I'm not scared. It's just…" You let out a sigh, trying not to get defensive because of some light-hearted teasing.

"It's just… what?" He says the last word in a hushed tone like you're about to confess some big secret as he steps closer to you.

"This is my home colony, sir, and my family came to welcome me back…" You try to look anywhere but at his face.

"We're off duty, you know you can call me Chris. And that sounds like a good thing. Or do you not like your family…?" He leans around the corner, not sure what, or who, exactly he's looking for.

"No, they're fine." You wave off his initial assumption. "They've never really been thrilled that I joined Starfleet, but it's not a big issue. Or at least, I didn't think so…"

Chris focuses back on you and tilts his head slightly, prompting you to continue.

"I figured they would try to convince me to stay and finally 'settle down' but apparently they brought my ex to help." You rub your temple, trying to soothe the headache you can feel starting. "I don't know why I can't make them understand that I'm happy where I am. I love exploring space, and I love the family I've found aboard the Enterprise even more." You blush and look away. You didn't mean to admit all of that.

Your heart skips a beat when warm hands settle on your shoulders and your attention snaps back to the captain as he starts to speak. "Would it help if I went with you to meet them?"

"You don't have to do that, Chris. I'm sure you have plans for your leave already." Energy sparks through your nerves as he slides his hands from your shoulders to your arms.

"I'd be happy to help if I can. I don't want to lose one of my favorite lieutenants. And you can pay me back by showing me around." He grins and your stomach flutters. "Now, I'll defer to your expertise, how do you want us to handle this?"

You consider your options. What would show your parents that you're happy in a way they will understand? "Could you… hold my hand? And maybe not mention our ranks?"

He smirks. "Oh, I can do better than that." Chris slides an arm around your waist, pulling you protectively into his side. "How is this?"

"Perfect." You reply quietly, taking a moment to cherish the embrace, wishing it wasn't just an act. "Thank you for this, Chris."

He ushers you around the corner and starts down the corridor. "Just point me in the right direction." He glances down at you and grins, the mischief returning to his eyes. "Depending on how this goes I might need your local expertise for the remainder of our shore leave."

You blush at the implication of spending your entire stay with Chris instead of your family. "I think I'd like that."

He laughs, head tilted back and you curl into his side. Maybe this shore leave won't be as bad as you thought.

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space-helen · 6 months

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Sore

Words: 588

Pairing: Captain Pike x Reader

A/N: Short but I think it's cute

Request: could ypu possible do something cute with Captain Pike from Star Trek Discovery and his wife who is an officer on the discovery and they just have a slow day together after she got injured on a mission? - @perasperaadastrawriting

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You were sore, your abdomen radiating pain as soon as you sat up in bed. Taking a breath you braced yourself. The away missing had gone slightly wrong and you’d ended up in the cross-fire. On the whole, relatively uninjured but you knew you’d be sore for days and had been told to take it easy.

Swinging your legs out of bed you let out a small noise of discomfort and stopped once again. Yeah it was definitely worse after sleeping.

Chris was returning to you as you tried to move out of bed. Rushing quickly to you when he realised what you were doing, forgetting the breakfast he’d been carrying.

“Y/N what’re you doing?” he stood next to you and cupped your cheek in his hand as you looked up to him.

“I just wanted to get something to eat. I didn’t realise you were still here.” you said truthfully, thinking the man had gone back on shift.

“I’m definitely not going back on shift when my wife can’t entirely move around freely on her own.”

You huffed “I’m fine. I can move, the ship is way more important than me.” you tried to stand again but winced. “Alright, maybe I’m not entirely fine.”

He nodded “See. The ship is perfectly under control and I’d much rather be here to make sure you don’t do anything stupid that’ll see you off duty for longer.”

“Ah I see.” you nodded “You just want me back working again for full ship functionality.” you teased.

He playfully rolled his eyes and a smile pulled at the corners of his lips “Sure Y/N, sure.”

You smiled up at him again before bringing your eyes back to the ground. “Can you help me back into bed?”

“Of course.” Moving the covers back fully he helped you move back into bed comfortably. Whispering words of reassurance as the pain hit, eventually you were settled and he pulled the covers back over you before leaning forward and placing a kiss to your forehead.

The forgotten breakfast on the floor caught your eye and you smiled “Chris.”

“Yes?” he pulled away slightly.

“You might want to clear that up.” you pointed in the direction of the doorway.

He closed his eyes and smiled as he turned, letting out a laugh. “I really was worried you’d hurt yourself more you know.”

“I know.” you felt a slight pang of guiltiness over it but knew Chris would hate it if you felt guilty for even a second.

Walking over to the food he quickly picked it up and went to collect some supplies to clean up the rest of the mess. You watched as he got to work cleaning up the mess flawlessly.

“You’re amazing you know that?” you commented from your spot on the bed.

He turned back to look at you with his million dollar smile. His eyes beaming “Says the woman who’s the personification of the word.” Standing to his full height he made a gesture to the items in his hands “I’ll take these back and then make you some breakfast. Maybe I’ll get someone to come check you-”

“No.” you shook your head “I’m fine. If it gets worse later then sure but at the moment I just want to relax.”

He nodded “Alright, but promise me that you’ll let me get Doctor M’Benga before dinner tonight if it gets worse.”

You nod in response “As long as we can cuddle before then.”

“And how could I turn that down?”

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mara-tevith-solo · 1 year

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Steady as she goes

Wrote this because the chokehold this man’s voice has on me is umph. The audiophile in me never stood a chance lol

Pairing: Captain Christopher Pike x fem Starfleet Professor reader

Warnings: Smut! softdom! Pike, some cursing, age gap, healthy relationship, some violence, a lot of fluff, wrap it before you tap it, only a power imbalance on paper, reader is a professor at Starfleet Academy and a Commander, drop the titles at the door sweetheart, starts right before 2009 Pike finds Kirk

Rating: 18+ this thing is passionate

words: 3.6k+

"Come here often, handsome?" You knew that it wasn't the most conventional way to announce your presence, especially when the man in question had his hands in the oven to grab something, but you couldn't resist. He looked just too irresistible to you.

Pike jumped as he straightened quickly, a loaf tin between his mitted hands as he just stared at you incredulously "Y/n, you're early." He couldn't be mad at you for very long, if ever, especially not when you were wearing that red dress, or that shade of lipstick that just happened to be his favorite. Add when you smiled like that to the list.

You could almost see the stars in his eyes as soon as you smiled, his own growing smile warm and a bit lovestruck "Well, I wanted to spend as much time with you as possible before your Recruit Run." You admitted as you closed just enough of the distance between you to put a bottle of wine on the counter before you went to go hang up your coat.

"I actually have some exciting news about that!" He called after you as he closed the oven door.

"Oh?" You were quick to rejoin him in the kitchen, eager to find something to help him with.

He'd already poured two glasses of the wine by the time you returned, sipping from one as he watched you with an eager glint to his gaze "Command wants you to go with me this time, figure a young pretty face will help encourage the more shy prospects."

"Oh, well if that's the case, I'll just come back later." You were teasing, elated by the news but wanting to play with him a little.

You turned to pretend to leave, but his arms were around your middle as soon as you did, peeling a shrieking little giggle from your throat "Oh no you don't!" He laughed as he lifted you off of your feet slightly, enjoying the way that you were clinging to his arms.

"Chris! Put me down!" You giggled wildly, even as he set your feet back down on the kitchen floor like you'd asked.

"You're not leaving," He chuckled directly into the shell of your ear, the timbre of his voice shooting straight to your core, making you press back against him without fully noticing your actions "you're my prisoner until after dinner." His voice lowered with your actions, noticing the shift immediately.

You shifted so that you could look up at him, shifting your hips against his, his hardened length making its presence well known against your ass "Only until after dinner?" You asked softly, eyes flitting between his and his lips.

His mimicked yours, wanting so badly to kiss you "You're more than welcome to stay." He murmured into the shrinking space between you. You were almost certain that he could feel your heart beating as clearly as you did as his nose caressed yours, drawing out the anticipation until you felt like you were going to pass out. It was only then did he give you what you so desired. You could, and would, swear on a massive stack of every religious text in the Universe, that his kisses were made of magic. They flooded you with desire, they relieved the stress of a long day teaching, they made the Universe feel brighter on a bad day. Same thing with his hugs, or his cooking, or his smile. Ok, so Christopher Pike himself was magic.

Your right hand came up to caress his cheek, deepening the kiss gently as his own hands began wondering your figure, trailing fire across your flesh until you were about ready to start begging. "Chris..." You moaned against his mouth softly, your eyes half lidded with desire as you gazed up at him.

He hummed softly as one of his hands trailed down to the apex of your thighs, devouring your lips like a man starved as he pressed in right where you needed him, tantalizing you with the pressure. "Tell me what you need, sweetheart." He ordered with a rumble as he pressed in just a little harder, watching as you moaned louder, rocking your hips in a bid for more. He moved with you, no matter how insistently you moved, smiling down in the face of your pout. "Use your words, honey." He chided playfully. You couldn't help but whine softly, the sound born of need and frustration as you ground your ass back into his clothed cock, trying to entice him into just giving you what you wanted. "Y/n..." His tone was a warning, warning you that he would stop if you didn't do as he asked.

You whined a needy keen as you finally conceded, trying to not pout up at him "I need you inside me, Chris. Please, baby." You begged with just the slightest hint of desperation.

He hummed again as he gave you more of what you wanted, pressing in harder against your clit, applying just enough pressure to make lightning color your veins with sparks of want "You're asking me so prettily, but you need to tell me how you want me inside of you." You barely noticed as he began slowly herding you towards the bedroom, to a much more comfortable setting for the both of you "Do you want me to fuck you on my fingers until you're a drooling mess? Or do you want me to fuck you until you can't walk?" He lowered his timbre again as he spoke, uttering filthy promises in your ear as you began practically leading him into his own bedroom, kicking your shoes off as soon as you crossed the threshold "So eager."

"For you." You agreed shamelessly as he pulled you into him, one of his hands low on your back while the other aimlessly fiddled with the zipper of your dress, just to tease you.

Your hands were fanned on his chest, feeling as much of him as possible all at once, his heartbeat, his every breath, his every movement as he slowly leaned down and captured your lips in a slow, sensual kiss that made your hair stand on end. You barely noticed his hands traveling down, down until they were pulling at your dress, rucking it up on your hips in handfuls until you could feel the air unobstructed on your bare pussy. His fingers sought out your underwear for a moment until he realized that you hadn't worn any, pulling away from your lips with wide eyes "Now, Miss Y/ln, I might be wrong but it appears that you've been a bit naughty."

You bit your lip with a flirty little giggle as you absently played with the collar of his button down shirt, already down two buttons and rolled up at the sleeves "I had a whole plan, I was gonna tease you with the knowledge of their absence at some point tonight."

With a lust-filled groan he was attacking your lips, his kisses firm and insistent, they would not be ignored or blown off in favor of chaste pecks. He wanted your passion, he wanted to taste it on your tongue. "You'll be the death of me." He vowed as he let your dress skirt drop before he began working on the zipper with intent.

"What an admirable way to go." You purred as his lips left yours, trailing down the column of your throat as he slowly eased your dress to the ground. He let you work at the buttons of his shirt as he nipped and kissed your neck like it was ambrosia, leaving not a single square inch of it untouched as your fingers stumbled and fumbled with the small mother of pearl buttons. He would have chuckled if his cock wasn't so painfully hard, eager to be buried in your silken heat to the hilt. He did take mercy on you though, pulling away just enough to skillfully divest himself of the uncooperative shirt before impressively popping the clasp of your bra in one quick motion. His pants were easy to remove, along with his underwear that allowed his cock freedom, the head an insistent red as it wept a small silvery pearl of liquid. "It would seem, Mister Pike, that I'm not the only eager one here."

No sooner had you said the words than he was picking you up by the thighs and gently throwing you down onto the bed with a squeal of laughter from your lips. He didn't give you any time to recover or get situated, instead diving straight into your pussy, lapping at it like it was to be his last meal. You fisted his hair and the sheet with a breathy moan, your back immediately arching as he fucked you with his tongue. He groaned as he ate you, content to stay there all night. His cock throbbed with want, reminding him that it would not be ignored, that it wanted you too. He was slow to pull himself away for your core, slowly crawling up the length of your body like a prowling cat, eyes fixed intently on yours. His hands were firm as they grabbed your thighs, pressing them down towards your ribs before he was thrusting into you, hilting in one fluid motion with the most erotic squelch you'd ever heard. "Ohhh," He rumbled as he didn't wait to set a maddening pace, watching himself thrusting in and out of you, watching as your pussy drooled around him "so pretty, take me so well." He praised, making your walls tighten in desire. He groaned and bucked under the pressure, making you moan his name like a prayer, his hands tightening on your thighs as he continued "Be a good girl, Y/n." The order was half hearted at best, as though he wanted you to do the exact opposite.

You smiled up at him as your hands gripped under your own knees "Or what?" You asked as your purposefully tightened around him.

He shuttered as his eyes rolled back into his head, a breathy moan passing his lips as he bucked hard for several thrusts until he was changing the position completely, flipping you to your left side, your leg hugged to his chest as he began fucking you harder, deeper "Or I'm going to fuck you til you're a babbling mess." He promised, already fulfilling it. With every thrust, your nerves were like live wires, painting stars in your eyes as you screamed with the pleasure he so willingly gave you. Over and over again, the head of his cock assaulted your cervix, his name and 'fuck' a pretty little prayer to his ears. "Cum for me, Y/n." He ordered as he felt you begin to tighten around him involuntarily, milking his cock and his waning resolve "Cum on my cock, precious." You came on his cock with a squealing cry, the already obscene squelching that accompanied every thrust sounding like it was coming straight from a twenty first century porno, your pussy like a vice around his cock. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer "Once more, Princess." He upped his pace, chasing both his high and yours, hitting your cervix again and again in rapid succession as you babbled and begged under him, cumming again in no time at all as he chased you over the cliff.

"Uhhhhh, fuck yes!" You cried as he twitched and came inside of you, painting your walls with his cum. He stayed there for a moment until he was sure that he'd given you every last drop, not liking to waste a single bit, watching intently as he pulled his softening cock out of you, at the mixed cum that dribbled out after. He was gentle as he let your leg go, knowing that your hips sometimes had issues if they were in a position for too long, and cleaned up while you went and cleaned up as well. He knew not getting a UTI was on the top of your sex priorities list, and he admired that you endeavored to be as healthy as possible.

You immediately settled into his side when you rejoined him on the bed, cuddling into him as he covered you both with a blanket to fight the chill "Excited for the trip?" He chuckled as his fingertips trailed up and down your spine lazily, your ear over his heart.

"Mhmm," You hummed contentedly before shifting to look up at him "I'll need to go home and pack though."

He nodded in understanding as he glanced down at you with a warm smile "I'll take you home after dinner, and then I'll pick you up at oh six hundred tomorrow morning."

You giggled softly "I honestly forgot all about dinner." the admission was soft as it left your tongue.

He joined your laughter before suddenly getting up, pulling you with him "No skipping meals in this house! C'mon, I made your favorite."

You pulled him down for a kiss as he began rummaging through his closet for something for you to wear in the interim, your lips sweet as honey on his as he kissed you just as sweetly in return "You're the sweetest, Christopher Pike." You praised him as you took the shirt he was offering, the grey material almost sinfully soft as it settled over your skin.

His eyes devoured the visage of you in his clothing hungrily, making you giggle and dance out of his react before he could start round two, watching him get a pair of pajama pants on from the doorway "It's our three year anniversary, sweetheart. I wasn't going to let it pass with just dinner and a movie. It has to be special."

"Chris," You felt like crying at how sweet he could be just for you "I love you."

His smile was beaming as his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin tenderly "I love you too. Now c'mon, before it get's cold."

*three weeks later in some bar in Iowa*

The thing that you enjoyed the most about Chris, was how you could be yourself with him, anywhere, in any situation. You didn't need to change who you were based on the situation and setting with him around. You knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he'd support and back you whenever the need arose. And he didn't try to possess you. He knew you were with him because you wanted to be, that he was with you because he wanted to be, that you were more than capable of handling your own battles, though he was always ready to support and defend you if the need arose. He'd watched you put an extremely persistent, extremely large, Peléian Cadet in his place, very literally, the previous year. But there was something to that Recruit with the goatee that he found personally disconcerting. Sure, he respected that the man kept a keen eye on the female Recruits, and you, he just really didn't like how the man did it.

He found him to be nosy and dominating, inserting himself where he wasn't needed or wanted more often than not. Pike would be the first to admit that the women under his charge were all capable in their own rights, and you were certainly helping them grow and become even more confident on the road. So, the younger man acting like all of you were damsels in distress just ruffled his old feathers wrong. So, when the man began ceaselessly hovering around you as you spoke to a Recruit at the bar, he just knew that he had to pull the man aside and finally set some ground rules. "Recruit, I'd like a word." His voice was firm as he spoke, catching a blip of your conversation about how to pick courses the first year, and your eye, for the briefest moment before he was practically dragging the man away from the two of you.

"I thought he'd never leave." The woman in front of you sighed, her shoulders deflating as her tensions released, though she still swirled her drink in her hand from residual discomfort.

You smiled reassuringly as you took a sip of your own drink, something fruity that you didn't really pay much attention to the name of, just that it had enough alcohol to take the edge off your mounting headache from the man "The Captain will get him sorted. If he's not too stubborn. I've seen the Captain wrestle a twelve hundred pound animal that decided to randomly throw a tantrum, a two hundred twenty pound man shouldn't be too hard." You had tried to keep your tone professional, if not implying that you were at most friends with Pike, but she'd caught something in your tone, something that spoke to the true nature of your relationship. You noticed the change in her demeanor immediately, the brightening, as though she was about to ambush you with a whole host of questions, though the two men returning distracted the both of you.

It didn't take long for the man to find trouble, he and several others taking issue with a local who was trying his hand at flirting with Recruit Uhura of all people. She was the most capable of the group, and she was having no trouble with the local. Not like the four men were having. You stood as you barely caught sight of Chris's back in the other room of the bar, checking on the Recruits there and completely missing the tensions that were brewing. The goateed Recruit threw the first punch, attacking the drunk man with no semblance of self restraint as the local gave as good as he got until the others began joining the fight. You were fully willing to wait it out a bit more if the others hadn't stepped in, let the goateed man get a well deserved lesson, instead forced to intervene quickly as they ganged up on the man "That is enough!" You yelled, grabbing one of the men by the collar of his jacket and hauling him away from the fight. He didn't dare utter a peep as you glared him down, utterly disappointed in the lot of them before you went fishing for another "That's ENOUGH!" Your yell was more chesty as your hands clamped onto the smallest man of the quartet, his fist instinctively smashing into your mouth right as Chris was whistling loudly.

A hush fell over the bar as he called everyone's attention to him, his eyes glacial as they passed over every uniformed body in sight until they stopped on you. Your lip was fat and bruised where the Recruit had hit you, feeling hot against the air, blood sharp on your tongue. You watched as his eyes ignited with rage as they affixed on the man you still had ahold of, before they were back on the move "All of you, out." He ordered sternly, leaving no room for argument or refusal.

"You can whistle really loud." The drunk local who was draped over a table groaned with wonder as you waited until the Recruits had filed past the Captain before making your way out behind them.

His hand was gentle as it grabbed yours, stopping you in your tracks in front of him as his hand moved up to gently thumb your lip "Looks worse than it feels." You promised in a whisper as he continued to inspect the wound.

"I'll still help you treat it at the hotel." He promised with a deep frown. "I'm going to stay behind here for a bit, see if the towny needs any medical attention."

You nodded, wanting nothing more than one of his kisses, or even just a hug, but refraining because of the audience "I'll take the Recruits to the hotel and come back for you." You left without another word from the both of you, silent as you marched into the bus outside. You still said nothing as you drove it to the hotel, and no one said a word to you.

Later that night, you made your way into his room, the door adjoining the two rooms having been wide open the entire evening. He'd wanted to press the issue of seeing to your lip as soon as the front doors closed around you, but you had needed a few minutes to yourself, to ease the darker parts of yourself so that you weren't wasting what time you got with him stewing. He was upright in bed as soon as you came through the door, watching your every move as he turned off the tv "C'mere." He coaxed gently as soon as your eyes met his. One word was all it took for you to relax, sliding into the bed next to him. He was gentle as he handled your nearly healed lip, taking into account the scab that made a dark band over the warm pink "Looks good." He rumbled with an apologetic half smile. He felt guilty for not being right there when it happened, for not taking control of the situation immediately, of not getting through to the goateed Recruit better. As soon as he'd heard you yell, he could have sworn his stomach dropped to the floor as he rushed back to you.

You noticed the shift immediately, snuggling into his side as you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek "Thank you, Chris."

"Nothing to thank me for." He halfheartedly argued as he laid the both of you down, coaxing you to place your head on his chest. He didn't care if his shirt got wet from your hair, it was just a shirt. It'd dry. Why he cared about was that you were ok. You wanted to argue with him, but knew it was fruitless when he was in that mood, knowing he'd be a stubborn mule about taking the blame. So you left it, letting his heartbeat lull you into a deep sleep.

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Chanced Chapter 9: Enterprise - Choice

Pairing: Christopher Pike x F!Reader (no Y/N) Warnings: mentions of sex, kissing WC: 3.8k Taglist: @fzziiee Notes: We’re finally here. Thank you so much to everyone who’s read and interacted with this story <333 This is one which wouldn’t let me go: last year I wrote Fierce and that featured an established relationship but I always kind of wondered, how did Chris and Reader get together? Now I know. Rating: Mature Summary: you had suddenly woken up again to how handsome he is. To his broad shoulders. To that perfect jaw. To those devastating blue eyes. It’s not that you had ever really forgotten, of course, but now it was so distracting.

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Starship Enterprise, 2254

Starship Enterprise continues to surprise you.

Sometimes in bad ways: you knew you shouldn’t make eye-contact with a member of the Kosha’en until they had touched you to acknowledge your presence, but you didn’t know that looking to their left rather than right was a terrible insult until you found yourself writhing on the floor at the wrong end of an energy whip.

But often in good ways. When you were applying for the posting, you hoped you and the captain would be on friendly terms, but you couldn’t have seen yourself cooking in his kitchen.

“Taste this. What do you think – more ginger?” You dip a spoon in the carrot and orange soup and offer it to Chris. Everything else for dinner is ready, or on the way: the salmon is roasting in the oven with fennel, chilli and orange and lemon slices; the Mediterranean roast vegetables that Chris had prepared are in the oven too, and the key lime pie, with a touch of dark chocolate grated on top, is chilling.

He leans across and tastes the soup on the spoon, expression going from thoughtful to a warm smile. “It’s perfect. The heat of the ginger is there – that little kick – but it doesn’t overpower the other flavours.” He tilts his head. “You need to stop worrying. Your guests are going to love it.”

You turn the heat down to the point where the soup is just being kept warm and put the lid on the saucepan. “It’s my first time cooking for company in so long. You know how it is when you don’t do something for a while.”

“We’ll have to make this a regular thing, then. Enter!” He adds, as the door chimes.

Your nerves melt away as your friends and colleagues come in. Commander Nhan is on bridge duty, and Lestari is on shift too, but Sullivan hands you a bottle of wine with a smile, closely followed by Corea, Tehrani, and Anderson. You pour wine as Chris passes round bowls of olives, and conversation soon flows.

Chris makes an excellent host, you think, as you do final checks on the food that’s still cooking. You know Corea especially had been a little anxious when you invited him, but he isn’t anymore; he’s telling some anecdote that has everyone else laughing. Chris looks over to you, a question in his expression. You nod, pouring the soup into a tureen, and he steers your guests to the table.

“Thank you for this evening,” Chris says as you load up the recycler. You’re tired, but you’re feeling that buzz that comes when your guests are gone, but you know they had a good time.

“Oh? I think that’s my line,” you say, glancing at him over your shoulder. “You let me do all this,” you gesture with the last dish before putting it in the recycler.

“I used to host the crew quite often, but… I haven’t for a while. You gave me a reason to again, and I’d forgotten how much I enjoy it.” He smiles. “Next time I’m cooking.”

“Nicola was waxing lyrical about your steak when I told him what I was doing this evening, just in case you’re looking for menu ideas…” you straighten up. “Looks like I’m done. Thank you for this evening, though. It was wonderful to cook again.” You turn to see him studying you, looking thoughtful. Your eyes meet, and just for a moment—

But no. You take a breath and smile. “See you at briefing?”

“Steak with the bridge crew next time, then. It’s a plan. Good night.”

Fresh basil with your scrambled eggs, spinach and tomatoes tastes good, and your coffee, arguably, tastes better. You’re eating breakfast in the mess hall, and everything seems right with the universe. Especially since you see Tehrani and Anderson heading your way with their trays; you’re glad for the excuse to lay aside your PADD with its somewhat dull report.

“Good morning,” you say, bright, as they sit. “How was your run?”

“The run itself was dull,” Tehrani says, taking a sip of her peppermint tea. “We should have art up in the corridors. Something.”

You nod to Anderson. “Well done for dragging her out.”

Anderson nods back, hazel eyes sparkling. “She likes it really. Plus, we got to talk.”

“That’s true. We did.” Tehrani is holding a flatbread in hand, but she focuses on you. “We enjoyed dinner last night. The salmon.” She sighs, closing her eyes. “Perfection. But…” her eyes snap open and she raises a brow. “We have a question.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve had my suspicions for a while. For example, I don’t see the captain spending hours in sickbay keeping other officers company when people get injured. But last night?” Her eyes narrow. “How long have you and Pike been together?”

You choke on your coffee.

“Excuse me?”

“Together. You know? A couple? Spending time together? Cooking together? Sleeping together? All that stuff?”

“Oh my goodness Laleh, we are not together! Gosh!” You keep your voice low and look around, hoping no one else is close enough to hear. “We’re just friends. He’s the captain; he’s in my chain of command. He’s in everyone’s chain of command – he wouldn’t be with anyone on the ship. We’re friends. Good friends, but friends is all it is.”

Anderson shakes her head, voice gentle when she speaks. “No, but… the way he looks at you. If someone looked at me like that…” her expression goes dreamy as she takes a mouthful of her scrambled egg.

Tehrani waves her fork. “And the way you look at him. There has to be something there.”

“Well, there isn’t, so…”

“So even if you aren’t together, you both clearly want to be.” Tehrani’s brown eyes soften. “Of course you’d want to be careful, but there are no rules against relationships, even for captains. There’s no reason you shouldn’t be together if you want to.” She bites into her flatbread with an air of finality.

“We don’t want to be together, though. I don’t want to be with him. So… that’s that.”

You can tell they don’t believe you.

Sometimes, you just need to hit something. You’re in the gym, but you’re warming up before going for the punching bag, because you’re a professional.

These last few days have been frustrating. After your breakfast conversation with Tehrani and Anderson you struggled to concentrate on the bridge. You were painfully aware of every move Pike made, whether it was accessing data at the console in his chair, or getting up to check something with science or comms, or joking with Number One. You couldn’t stop asking yourself, is he looking at me differently to everyone else? Am I looking at him in a different way?

And even if you weren’t, you had suddenly woken up again to how handsome he is. To his broad shoulders. To that perfect jaw. To those devastating blue eyes. It’s not that you had ever really forgotten, of course, but now it was so distracting.

You often linger for a chat after evening briefing. You should have lingered to thank him again for letting you host the dinner party. Your eyes even met over the lightning table… But you made sure you left with the crowd.

So when Sullivan wanted someone to train some junior officers whose shooting scores were low— Well. You’re good at shooting. You volunteered.

You spent the next couple of days by turns teaching, coaxing and cajoling junior science and a few operations officers to shoot. Most of them didn’t want to be there, struggling with a skill they didn’t find intuitive or natural. You know they can be better, but your usual methods aren’t quite cutting it.

Still if teaching means you don’t need to go to briefings, don’t need to spend time on the bridge, don’t need to think about how you’re looking at the captain, and how he’s looking at you… if you don’t have to think about things like what you want… then that’s fine.

“How’s it going?” Sullivan asks at lunchtime on day two. You’re eating a protein bar in the security office for efficiency’s sake. You don’t like them really, but sometimes the mess hall can be… a waste of time.

“It’s going. The officers are making progress; It’ll be hard, for Ensign Orlova especially, but they should all make the grade… I just think they need to change the associations they have with shooting. I mean, yeah, sure, it’s something they’re examined on, and something they can only expect to have to do for real in a stressful situation, but it can be fun as well and I don’t think they see that. And if they don’t, we could be right back here in six months, struggling again.”

Sullivan’s eyes warm. He knows you have something you want to try. “And?”

“Velocity tournament. I’m thinking two on two. We can do group stages so each pair gets a decent number of games regardless of skill, and if enough people want to do it, no one will feel like they’re being picked on or singled out.”

“And at worst it should be fun. Yeah, that’s a good idea, Commander. I’ll run it by the captain. Are you going to the movie tonight?”

You meant to go to the film. There’s an unwritten rule that says that ship-wide entertainment like that always falls to the junior security officers. Your projectionist skills are nothing to write home about, but you did your time setting things up in the shuttle bay of the De Milo over a decade ago, and if nothing else you like to support your junior colleagues.

Suzuki had been talking up this evening’s movie, a 20th century classic, he said, called Singing in the Rain, for days. You had to hand it to him; pretty much everyone on alpha shift and a good few on gamma were planning to attend. You weren’t sure if the captain would be there, but if he was… it would be dark. He wouldn’t see you.

However, by the time you’d spent the last of your patience on Orlova, there was no way you were going to be able to sit still for more than an hour watching a musical. Normally the target range would be a place you would go to calm down, but not this evening. Anyway, you hadn’t had a proper cardio session for a couple of days. So, punching.

The gym is empty with everyone at the movie, but that suits you fine. As you stretch, then run through some basic katas, your mind is working. You’ve been avoiding thinking about what Tehrani and Anderson said for long enough; it’s time to face up to things.

You weren’t meaning to be dishonest when you said you didn’t want to be with him, but… the way you’ve been feeling these past few days… the way you’ve felt like you needed to avoid Chris to maintain your equilibrium… the way you’ve avoided your friends… maybe they were right. Maybe you do want more.

You move on to skipping, getting into a rhythm, getting your heart rate up.

If you want more, though… what does that mean? You can’t have more.

He’s still the captain, and he’s been clear in the past about not wanting a relationship with a subordinate. But if you can’t look at him just as a friend…

“Hey, I hoped I’d find you here.” Pike is walking toward you in an ENTER tee to match your own, perfectly fit to highlight his muscles, carrying a water bottle. And it’s all you can do not to trip over your rope.

“Captain, you’re not at the movie?” You say, once you’ve disentangled yourself as gracefully as possible.

He shrugs. “I’ve seen it before. I need a workout. I’ve not seen you for a day or two; I wanted to catch up with you, see how you are. And ask you to partner me in the velocity tournament.” He grins. “Thought I’d better get in there before you get a better offer.”

You stare at him, blank for a moment, before remembering your voice. “So I… I guess Sullivan asked you, then?”

“He did, and I think it’s a great idea. We can always use a little friendly competition. What do you say?”

You should say no. You shouldn’t partner him. For so many reasons. “Yes. I’d be happy to.”

“Excellent. Do you want to practice tonight?”

You shudder, and shake your head. “I spent all day on the range. I love shooting, but I can’t vouch for what I might do if I get a phaser in my hands again so soon.”

“Ensign Orlova was that bad, huh? Sparring then, after I’ve warmed up? Unless you think you were wrong?”

“Excuse me?” You frown.

“You said you could take me. At that gallery. Starbase—Starbase 90. Still think that’s true?”

This is another terrible idea. You should make an excuse, and leave. Instead you tilt your head and shrug, nonchalant. “I guess I’ll give it a go.”

You circle each other, gloves on, hands up in a guard position. The goal is to get your opponent to the mat, and your desire to win is currently overriding any other… desires… you may have.

On the negative side, the captain is taller than you, stronger than you, and has a longer reach. Plus, you’ve never seen him fight.

On the positive side, this is your job, and you’re used to opponents like him. You know he’ll likely be better than most of the people you face; he’s not a renowned tactician for nothing, and he clearly spends time on his physique. But you know the training he’s had inside and out. And he’s never seen you fight. He’ll guess that you’re faster than him, maybe more flexible, but he doesn’t know by how much.

It’s tempting, as you circle each other, you trying to get a feel for how Pike will move, how he will attack, to just try to stay out of reach and attempt to tire him out. But he’ll have seen that tactic before. So you step in and test his guard, letting him make contact on the counterattack, even as you lean away from the pressure of the blow.

You step into his range again and he goes on the offensive. But again, while he connects, you’re ready. You don’t hit back, this time, but you know you could have.

“You’re holding out on me,” Chris says as you circle each other again.

The corner of your mouth raises. “A little? Not anymore.”

And then it’s real. You’re moving together and it’s almost like that nightclub on Risa, almost like a dance, but this time when either of you miss a step you get punished. You were right, you think ruefully, as you circle him – he is good. He attacks again and you dodge just a fraction late and save yourself – just – by leaning right back, one hand touching the floor, before you duck under his next blow and send him off balance. Then you’re back at it again, jab, weave, duck, circle.

Finally, you see a weakness you can exploit. You kick, high, slightly off target, and he tries to come after you with his fist on the counterattack again. But you bring your leg back down and kick again, low, tangling his legs as he moves forward. He tries to save himself but it’s too late: he’s falling and you should be stepping back, celebrating your victory, but somehow he hooks your leg on the way down and you’re falling too.

They air is pushed out of your lungs as you land hard right on top of him. You gasp air back in, somehow unable to move, feeling his body all along yours, feeling his heavy breathing matching your own. You stare to the side, trying not to look at him.

You should get up. Get away. You knew you shouldn’t have said yes to sparring; being this close is doing things to you, and you shouldn’t have let yourself get into this situation at all. But before you can gather yourself, he raises a hand and touches your face, so gently. You gasp softly at the feeling, and drag your gaze over to look into those deep blue eyes.

Those deep blue eyes darkened by desire.

He must see that same desire in your eyes, too.

“We—we should talk,” he manages, finally. “The ready room? Or… my quarters.”

You appreciate that he’s the sort of person who gives you the choice. That you could answer ready room, and tell him that trying to be friends didn’t work out, so you should both go back to a professional distance until it’s a good time for you to transfer off the ship.

But if he weren’t the captain, and if you weren’t a senior officer, you wouldn’t be able to resist kiss him then and there. You push up off the floor and stand, then offer him your hand.

“Your quarters?”

You do stop by your quarters to shower and change into civvies. You hope that taking a little time would quell the fluttering in your stomach, help calm your beating heart. It does neither of those things, but you force yourself not to rush too much to give Chris a little time, too.

The lights are low and Chris stands looking out the window at the stars rushing by, but he turns as you come through the door.

“Hi,” he says, something satisfied in his smile, and you should stop, you should talk, work out exactly what this is going to be between you, but you’re walking into his arms and he’s holding you tight and kissing you.

You knew he could light you up. But you feel like you’re glowing, as bright as one of the blurry strands of warp starlight outside. You kiss him back, hungry, lips parted, your hands rising to touch his chest. Yet somehow, as light as you feel, you also feel grounded. The tension you felt, worrying about whether you could have this is gone; it’s being replaced by a new tension, starting somewhere low.

“We really should talk,” Chris says between kisses, and you know he’s right, but it’s hard to stop. Gradually your kisses gentle, though, and you stand there breathing, foreheads leaning together for a few moments, before he takes your hand and leads you to the couch. You sit, and he doesn’t let go.

“I missed you, these past couple of days. And I thought about why that might be, and I realised...” he takes a soft breath. “I may be the captain, and you may be a subordinate, but I trust you, and I want more. Not just physical, although what we had on Risa, that was a lot of fun, but a relationship. Is that what you want too?”

“I didn’t come here for a one-night stand… that’s not enough for me either. I was avoiding you, because part of me had realised I couldn’t be happy just be friends with you anymore.” You look up into his eyes. “I trust you too, and… I want to be with you, Chris.” You bite your lip, barely able to hide your smile.

Chris smiles back, eyes warm. “There will be challenges. I should tell the admiralty about us, as a courtesy,” he says, running his thumb over the back of your hand. “I’ll give Admiral Cornwell a call tomorrow. I’ll ask Number One to keep an eye on my decision-making, too. And,” he tilts his head and his mouth quirks a little. “I’m the captain. I have a responsibility to the ship and the two hundred and three souls aboard. There will be times when I can’t put you first.”

You nod, serious. “I know. I wouldn’t want you to put me before the Enterprise or her crew.” You shrug. “You—you wouldn’t be you if you did. But also… you can’t try to shelter me. If I’m the right person for a mission, you have to let me go. Even when it’s risky, when it’s dangerous. And…”

“And…?”

“If this doesn’t work out, you get the Enterprise. I’ll leave on Lizzie.”

“Let’s not plan the ending before we begin, shall we?” Chris smiles that crooked half smile, the one you can’t resist. And as you lean in to kiss him you realise you no longer have to.

This kiss is different again from the ones you’ve shared before. You feel your desire building, but you have time now. Time to make out on the sofa, getting your hands on each other as you climb into his lap. Time to touch those firm muscles, that jawline, that little bit of stubble signifying the end of the day. And then when you’re ready, time to move to Chris’ bedroom.

The sex is different too. You take your time reacquainting yourselves with each other, the things you know you both enjoy, but it’s more intense somehow. The highs are that much higher having this relationship, as new as it is.

And afterward, he pulls you in close. “Stay here tonight. Stay with me.”

“I want to,” you reply, softly. “But I can’t leave here in civvies in the morning.”

“I’m not the captain for nothing. We can synthesise a new uniform. Stay.”

You kiss him, lingering, enjoying the feel of his warm body against yours. “I will,” you murmur into his skin.

You and Chris sit on the couch, coffees and PADDs in hand. You feel fresh in a newly synthesised uniform, and Chris has transformed back into Captain Pike. But you still find yourself touching, making the most of this last bit of intimacy before the day starts properly. He offered to make you breakfast, and you were sorely tempted, but your friends will be expecting you – you can’t avoid them any longer.

Tehrani will have a huge ‘I told you so’ moment when you tell her about you and the captain. And Penny—

You laugh.

“What is it?”

“I don’t know how you feel about telling other people, whether you want to keep us between us for a while, but I was picturing telling Penny. And how she’s going to take credit. If she hadn’t stood me up that day, you would never have spoken to me. We— None of this would have happened.”

“We would have passed like ships in the night. I’m sure you would have made it here, but we wouldn’t have this.” Chris turns to you, blue eyes catching yours. “When you tell her… tell her thank you.”

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