Of Red Shirts and Russians ((Chekov x Reader)) 2

    
    Laughs like bells, saucy winks behind Captain Kirk's back, quietly heated kissing in the corridors of the ship... Flashes and flashes of a life story. He saw it appear before his eyes in the clearest of ways. There was a ring, a trip together to Russia, and the most beautiful face he'd ever seen partially hidden by a white veil- yes, It seems Pavel Chekov is having clear visions of his future.
    
    His eyes are unfocused, but they still linger on your face, and he can still see each and every detail of it. Yes, now is about the time to put that photographic memory to use. He's going to make sure he remembers this moment for the rest of his life- the way you look.

    It hasn't even been a minute since he learned your name, and he's already got a life planned. 

    His mind is now going a mile a minute, but it's also drawing a blank at the same time... how is that possible, you ask? Well the same phrase is repeating throughout his brain approximately 86 times per second;
    'You're in love'
    
    It's not too hard to believe, he decides. It's a brand new sensation to him. He's only 17, after all, and has never been in love before. But if this is what if feels like all the time- he's positive that he's okay with it.

    Your fingers are on the pulse of his wrist- but he doesn't know that. He's much too lost at the moment. Your grin widens as you feel his heart rate sputter quickly out of control, faster than you can imagine. This boy is cute, you decide, and you'd love to see more of him.
    
    It's now been a little more than a minute, and neither of your gazes have wavered in the slightest.

    So Scottie snaps his fingers between the two of you.

    "'Ey Lad! Ah get that she's gorgeous, but starin' is rude!"
      
    Pavel blinks and immediately turns bright red, making you laugh slightly. Pavel's mind reeled once more. Yes, your laugh sounds like bells. It's beautiful.
    
    Scottie hears though, and rounds on you.

    "An' you! Get to work ye lazy ass!"

    You pull a sarcastic face and flick him off, sticking your tongue out. "Up yours, skank!"

    And Scottie ups his middle finger right back at you before turning and rounding a corner. Quickly you turn back to Pavel, gives you a bashful smile. 

    You grin at him and fish a pen from your pocket.

    "It was lovely meeting you, dear," you reach for his hand, and laugh as his cheeks turn pink for the fifth time within the last 3 minutes. You run the pen over his hand, and squeeze slightly before letting go, and following after Scottie with a backward glance and a wink.

    Pavel smiles to himself, trying to control the wild blush spreading down his neck. Glancing down at his palm, he sees your number scrawled across it- and gives up completely on containing a lovestruck giggle.