fiadorable · 11 months ago
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💘 fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss for Pike/Number One please?
A little bit of this, a little bit of that. Enjoy Ensign Chin-Riley and Lieutenant Pike on an undercover mission.
POV changes are marked by the 🥂 emojis.
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The dance floor was crowded, which was perfect.
Una held her champagne glass close to her lips, as if she were contemplating another sip. "Target's on the move. Ready for the show?"
"Born ready," Chris replied, draining the last of his own glass. "Try not to step my toes this time, Ensign?"
Una's cheeks flushed at the quiet dig. Illyrian women traditionally led partnered dances like these. She was not clumsy and not being able to explain why felt like sandpaper on her skin because if she could she knew Lieutenant Pike would understand, and why was that so annoying tonight, to have him not understand?
And why was this goddamn champagne going straight to her head?
"Try to remember the proper step sequence," she said, tersely. "You forgot the dip in the middle of the first movement earlier. Get us behind the target and I can plant the tracker on them as you're lifting me up."
From the corner of her eye, she saw him nod. He slid behind her to deposit his empty glass on a tall cocktail table, and then his left hand landed warm and heavy on her hip as his right closed lightly around her own glass. "May I?" he whispered, breath tickling the sensitive skin behind her ear, teasing wispy hairs curling at the base of her neck in the humid room.
Una suppressed a shiver and resisted the urge to lean back against his broad chest. It would have been within the purview of their mission, their cover story, but she needed to stay focused. So she simply nodded and allowed him to remove the glass from her hand and then lead her onto the dance floor. 🥂
Chris positioned them about halfway down the room from where their target stood with their date. If Una could resist leading for five seconds, he'd have no problem whirling them around the ballroom and into place.
She'd done nothing but critique his dancing, the plan, the food, everything since they'd been assigned this mission. A grumpy Una was an exhausting Una because half the time, most of the time, she was right and insufferable about it.
Yet, somehow, standing with her in his arms felt like the most natural thing in the world, her statuesque frame a comfortable match for his, even if she was stiff as a fence post while they waited for the music to start. He squeezed her hand, encouragingly, he hoped. "Loosen up, Una, we're never going to sell the 'young Starfleet officers in love' cover if you won't look at me."
Her eyes snapped to his and he almost took a step back. The music began, but his feet refused to move. He was but a smooth, gray stone sinking into the deep, blue depths of her gaze.
Oh, wow.
He might switch to toppling planetary governments, not saving them, if only to be on the receiving end of that look for real, not just for a cover.
Una cleared her throat, a tiny smirk playing on her lips. The other guests were already beginning the dance around them.
This time he stepped on her foot.
"Don't look at me like that," he laughed as he guided her out into a twirl and then reeled her back in.
"Like what?" she asked, shifting her weight as they spun so that he was supporting her with both hands on her lower back. "Like I'm dancing with the handsomest officer in the fleet? Why would I hide something like that?"
Her hand slid up from his shoulder to cup his cheek for a moment.
Damn, she was good.
Ok, here they go. One and a two and a three and a dip! and he pulled her back up and away they both went.
Una's grin was even brighter than before. "Well done, Chris," she said, patting him on the chest.
He preened, happy to bask in the effervescent glow of her genuine praise, before glancing over her shoulder and frowning. The target was approaching them, fast. Shit.
He tugged Una close, buried a hand in her hair. "Trust me," he whispered.
"No, you trust me," she said, and pushed. 🥂
Chris staggered off the dance floor and into an dim alcove with a plush bench, a small gilded mirror on the wall, and table of iced, bottled drinks in an ornate stasis unit. Perfect. Una followed close behind, twirling him around and giving him the quickest wink before pressing him against the wall, hands in his hair, clutching at his shirt as she worried his bottom lip between her teeth.
Chris, momentarily stunned, caught up a moment later, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer as she slipped a knee between his.
She knew he'd be a good kisser. He was responsive, content to let her lead, here, finally. Outside the alcove, she heard the target having a hushed argument with their date. Una tilted her face away from the party, also obscuring Chris' as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
"Leave them be, Aurt'iklik," their companion said. "They meant no offense dancing so close to you. Come, let the young be young."
Una broke the kiss, panting a little harder than she expected, and laid her head on Chris' shoulder, watching the target and their companion melt into the crowd again.
Chris was running his hand up and down her spine. "Clear?" he murmured.
"Yeah, I think so." She pulled away, stopping as his hands landed on her hips. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"That was—this is…"
"Just for the job, I know," Una said, tucking a traitorous thread of disappointment deep inside her chest. "You did great, by the way."
"Yeah," Chris said, tone flat. "You, too. This worked better than what I had planned."
Was he… also disappointed at her assurance that there wasn't anything more than the job between them? Una opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Chris released her and straightened his jacket, his hair.
"Shall we?" he asked, holding out his arm for her.
Una nodded graciously, and together they walked out of the party and the short distance to the beam out zone. After their debriefing session, they bid each other goodnight, and returned to their separate quarters. Una smiled as she fell asleep though, fingertips tracing her lips as she soaked in the night's memories. She wouldn't mind attempting the kissing again. So long as they skipped the dancing.
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taraljc · 1 year ago
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You guys I am going completely out of my mind waiting for this week's episode of Strange New Worlds. I'm serious. Ever since the s1 finale I have been completely obsessed. Because the whole trip to the future Chris Pike version of 'Balance of Terror' was essentially about how Spock was necessary to avoid decades of horror or whatever. But what future Pike from that alternative timeline doesn't mention it all is the fact that Number One was court-martialed and incarcerated. Like, my dude if you are making a case for here's why you shouldn't change the future, you really ought to take into account the one person who is missing from your timeline.
But what I realised is it means that in whatever happened in the other timeline was Pike almost certainly put his trust and faith in the system and genuinely believed that Starfleet would make the right decision. Whereas now he knows that whatever his default position would have been, it did not work. He failed.
So now he has to come at it from the point of view of 'I need to do 6000% more and I need to get the very best because I cannot fail my XO the way I obviously did in the alternative timeline. Not only because she is integral to not just my command and my life, she is integral to Spock's future and by default the future of the entire Federation.'
That's something Star Trek has never really acknowledged except in throwaway lines in a handful of tie-ins but never in aired canon; that Spock maturing into the person we met in 2266 is a Spock who was mentored by Christopher Pike and Number One. She was a massive influence on him, and he in many ways modeled much of his professional behavior after her.
So I really genuinely believe that we are in for one hell of a ride on Thursday. Also I'm really hoping that they address how the information came to light because I find it difficult to believe that the tiny handful of people who knew that she was Ilyrian would have outed her in their log entries or to Starfleet directly. So how exactly did Wynonna Earp end up finding out and arresting her? What prompted her investigation in the first place??
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arachniasbride · 3 months ago
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Is it OTP worthy? ⤷ Chris Pike & Una Chin-Riley | Star Trek: Strange New Worlds
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regalpotato · 1 year ago
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Like Captain like Science Officer...
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the-redhead-in-a-dress · 1 year ago
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The more I (re)watch SNW I just can't keep thinking that regardless of Marie Batel's existence (and I do love the woman) to the contrary, that Una and Pike are in a 25 year marriage at this point.
It's the body language, the casual intimacy, how Una can get away with so much nobody else could because she knows Chris and is one of the only people around that can push him even if it he doesn't like what's being said.
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waitingintheskyyy · 1 year ago
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When Chris and Una went on shore leave together and met Chris's dad
Disclaimer - This is from the comic "Star trek:early voyages" i do not own the art.
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ambassador-saru · 1 year ago
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pike and una looking at each other
pt. 3 second brigde edition
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divinemissem13 · 6 months ago
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Hi friendo! askin you the aquatic asks <3
🐙 a pretty/elaborate quote from a published work
🐠 a funny quote from a published work
🦑 a romantic quote from a published work
Thanks for asking, friend! Fun to go back through stuff I’ve published looking for all of these!
🐙 A pretty/ elaborate quote:
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita (ST: Voyager, vignettes of Kathryn and her favorite tree on the Janeway farm)
I used to watch those holos - of dogs reuniting with their owners after years apart - with a healthy dose of skepticism. I always thought they must be rigged somehow, or maybe the owner hadn’t really been away all that long. For seven years, I never dared let myself hope that I might be in for such a greeting, and yet here I am, my face covered in dog slobber and my own tears and all because Molly remembers me.
She starts to settle and for the first time, I realize we are being watched. My mother leans against the door frame with a smile on her face and a steaming mug of something (coffee, I hope) in her hand. I’ve seen her since arriving, of course, at Starfleet headquarters and over com calls, but the vision of her now completes the image of home that I have carried in my mind's eye for so long. My heart swells with gratitude as I stand, brush myself off, reshoulder my Starfleet-issue duffle bag, and walk up the two steps to meet her.
🐠 a funny quote
Friendly Competition (ST: Strange New Worlds, Pike/Una one-shot)
“Are you sure you don’t want to start with something a little smaller? A boot, maybe?” she purrs at him with a gleam in her eye that tells Chris she is definitely up to something.
“Oh, I’m sure. The scant. Hand it over,” he confirms, holding out a hand and wiggling his fingers.
Una stands and walks close to him, her finger tips playing with the hem of her very short dress. She doesn’t remove it though. Instead, she leans in and whispers in his ear, “Here’s the thing, Captain: I never said we were playing strip poker.”
Chris stands there with his mouth hanging open as Una struts away toward the bedroom, still fully clothed. He replays the evening in his head and realizes that, in fact, she had never once requested an item of clothing from him. He had eagerly removed something of his own volition each time he lost a hand, blinded by the anticipation of when she would have to do the same.
And now, standing alone in the middle of the living room in the oh-so-attractive combination of mismatched underwear and socks, he only has himself to blame.
🦑 romantic quote
Always a Bridesmaid (and that’s just fine) (ST: Picard, sort of?, Beverly and Kathryn attend Jean-Luc’s wedding to Laris. Beverly could not care less that she’s not the bride.)
Beverly knew this to be true now, because as she walked down the aisle on Jack’s arm, her eyes were drawn past the groom to the officiant: her Kathryn, radiant, even in that potato sack of a dress uniform. Radiant in anything, really, and also in nothing, because her radiance came from somewhere inside - from a light that only Beverly could see because it shone just for her. She’d never seen anything like it before, not from Jean-Luc, not even from the first Jack Crusher. The only thing that even came close was the lights that shone from her sons’ eyes when they were newborns and she was their entire world. Those lights faded, though, naturally over time as they grew and their worlds expanded.
But Kathryn’s light… If anything, it grew brighter and stronger with each passing day - each passing moment. She was sure that Kathryn could see it too, from the way that her eyes sometimes crinkled when she looked at Beverly, as if she were looking into the sun. And this is how Beverly knew, beyond any doubt, that she and Kathryn are meant to be together.
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curator-on-ao3 · 1 year ago
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Note: So much appreciation to @enterprise-come-in, @noctiscorvus, and @christinchapel for sending me Pikeuna prompts. I hadn’t decided whether to put these on AO3, but then I saw the numbers for Strange New Worlds fanfic and figured I may as well add more some more Pikeuna love to the archive. 
Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Number One | Una Chin-Riley/Christopher Pike Characters: Number One | Una Chin-Riley (Star Trek), Christopher Pike Additional Tags: hurt/comfort, mutual appreciation, understanding, timing is all over the canon Summary: A quintet of prompted ficlets for Christopher Pike and Una Chin-Riley for which the prompter sent me a first sentence (or more) and I wrote the rest of the scene. The prompts are, in order:
“The wound burned bright, lit up like a galaxy was born just to heal her.”
“She’d been intriguing at first sight, confounding at second, and familiar by the third.”
“Shit, I said that out loud, didn't I?"
"’I look weird out of uniform. Gods, people are going to stare, aren't they?’ She speaks softly to herself as she plucks self-consciously at the glittering fabric near her hip, half turned as if she plans to leave before even going in.”
“I don't know what to say, but I'm going to want you till the stars evaporate - we're only here for just a moment in the light, one day it shines for us the next we're in the night. So say the word and I'll be running back to find you, a thousand armies won't stop me I'll break through. I'll soar the endless skies for only one sight of your starlight.”
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enbycrip · 2 years ago
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Even with my concerns about disableism, I have to admit I’m enjoying the absolute *shit* out of Strange New Worlds. I’m glad the whole series hasn’t been Daddy Pike stressing about future serious disability. I’m glad he and his Amazing Hair (tm) have had a chance to be the sweet corny motherfucker he is.
It’s actually really *nice* to watch a series with standalone episodes again where there’s room for daft eps and random character development.
I didn’t actually realise that part of my problem with finding the energy for watching TV these days actually may well be the *relentlessness* of so many modern shows written for streaming platforms and thus designed for bingeing.
My OH and I were talking the other night about how if The X-Files was made now it would *only* be the Conspiracy episodes. Which, plus point in they would then presumably have been written with an actual arc in mind to make some kind of actual narrative sense instead of being continuously pulled out of Chris Carter’s ass and padded out with an Air of Mystery to make up for the giant plot holes, but minus in that honestly we’d have missed out on a lot of the actual best episodes of the series that way.
I absolutely *adore* the humour laced through SNW. Including but not limited to the clever and affectionate dialogue with TOS it has all written through it.
I *adore* pretty much every character in it. Cadet Uhura is a fucking *delight* from start to finish. I *love* Una and La’an both seperately *and* the way their relationship is a central pillar of their lives while being absolutely free of so much of the bullshit about how female relationships are depicted in media. I absolutely fucking treasure Christine Chapel’s warmth, brilliance, agency, honesty and emotional straightforwardness that veers into clumsiness. I *need* more Ortegas! I adore M’Benga’s deep gentleness and sadness. And ofc Spock continues to be the utter joy he was in Discovery season two.
I maintain they owe Ursula Le Guin a writing credit for “Lift Us Where Suffering Cannot Reach”.
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fiadorable · 11 months ago
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your turn! for the prompts:
🧡 kissing in bed / lazy kiss / cuddling
pikeuna or fleve :)
Eee! My turn! I chose Pike/Una for this one.
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Chris wakes at the gentle dip of his mattress. Una, slipping between the sheets, a tiny exhalation escaping her lips upon settling.
"How's m'ship?" he mumbles, rolling onto his side, facing her. "She still leaking plasma?"
"Repairs are complete on decks seven, twelve, and in right nacelle. Sickbay reports no additional casualties today, and Spock was cleared to finish recovering in quarters. The rest of the repairs should be finished in the next eighteen hours."
That's better than he expected. "Great. How's my other girl?" he asks, tugging her closer by the hip.
She laughs as her head slides off her pillow, and yanks the corner of his own pillow closer to compensate. "I haven't been a girl in decades."
"Nah," Chris says, thumb tracing a wide arc across the front of her hip just below her waistband. "You'll always be the upstart cadet questioning my piloting skills."
"Oh, god," Una groans, but she's smiling as she nudges his face a smidge upward and kisses him slow and sweet, her palm cool against his cheek as he warms and wakes beneath her touch.
He could live in this moment, all weighted sleepy limbs wrapping around each other and lazy, slanted kisses that don't mind if they land on a soft cheek or strong jaw. But duty calls, he's on the next shift, and he definitely needs a minute in the shower to set his mind to work and not play. He nips her lower lip, then bumps her nose playfully with his before rolling out of bed.
"Get some sleep, Commander."
"Aye, Captain," she replies, the back of her hand covering a yawn that almost swallowed her response.
When he exits the fresher a few minutes later, dressed for his shift, he finds her curled up on his side of the bed, snoring quietly.
He sits gingerly on the end of the bed, holding his breath as the snoring stops and one of her long legs unfolds to push petulantly against his hip. Thanks a lot, I was just drifting off, it complains. He shakes his head, smiling, and tugs on his boots. Before he leaves, he walks around to press a light kiss to her temple. "You so totally do snore," he whispers.
"Do not," she insists, eyes still closed. "Go 'way, m'sleeping."
"I love you, too." Chris gives her one last peck to the cheek, and leaves his quarters with a slight spring in his step. It was going to be a good day.
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female-fogbank · 1 year ago
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@salrevientad thank you for the prompt Pikeuna - while on comms (video). I hope you enjoy... Private Conversation (yes, I couldn't help but name it that 🤣), it can be read on AO3 !
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“How much longer is this training exercise going to last?” Chris asked as he sat on the edge of his bed on the enterprise after a long day. He missed Una, she was not making it easier as she sat on his viewscreen dressed in nothing but a short dressing gown on her hotel room couch. Her long, beautiful raven hair was pulled up in a messy bun as she was fresh from her shower. Soft tendrils of hair framed her hair face. She opened a jar of moisturiser and started massaging the cream onto her silky smooth legs. He smothered a groan as his dick hardened at the sight.
“I don’t know, the Vulcans are dragging it out. Spock is loving the never-ending debates and long-winded speeches. Uhura is like a kid in a candy shop and  La’an looks about ready to burn the building down if it means ending the conference sooner.” Una said in an absent manner.
“Tell her she has my blessing if it gets you all back to the enterprise,” Chris told her, Una smiled slyly at him.
“You miss me?” Una asked.
“Terribly, I want you back by side,” he said, he was also growing tired of his left hand. He missed the hot, wet clutch of her body, the way she whispered his name against his ear.
"I miss you too, waking up alone is no fun,” Una said with a pout.
“What would you do if I was there?” Chris asked, Una raised an eyebrow at the question.
“Oh, you know, the usual,” she drawled teasingly.
“Which usual? as I remember there being quite the variety of morning activities that we share.” Chris drawled innocently.
Una bit her bottom lip and then smiled as she knew where this was heading. She closed her jar of moisturiser and sat back on the couch in a somewhat seductive pose just to tease him. It worked as he heaved in a breath and shifted himself on the edge of his bed.   “Well, this morning I woke up very horny,” she said as she teasingly dragged her fingers down the collar of her dressing gown. Chris' eyes followed as she traced a line between her breasts letting the fabric slowly drape open to her navel.
“Did you touch yourself?” he asked, his eyes simmered with a hungry heat and unspent passion. She felt herself grow slick and shifted her thighs to relieve some of the pressure she felt.
“I had to, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to concentrate all day,” she told him in a matter-of-fact manner.
“Show me” he ordered, Una slowly undid her dressing gown, she lifted one leg onto the bed, and let the other drape open. She felt a thrill of anticipation and arousal zip through her as Chris groaned at the view she presented.
Una smiled teasingly as she opened her dressing gown. Chris groaned in delight and frustration as he wished he were with her.
“Like this,” she said as she trailed her fingers down the valley between her breasts past her navel before she slid them into her slick folds. She gave a breathy moan for effect, but her heart beat faster, she felt her skin heat up as she was already incredibly slick and more spilled forth as she saw Chris’ heated gaze zero in on where her fingers were. She circled and teased her clit and gave a shaky breath. She watched his pupils dilate and lick his lips. 
“I slid one finger in and it wasn't enough as…umm my fingers aren't long and thick as yours,” Una explained, it was hard to focus while her core clenched deliciously around her finger. It would’ve been better if he were with her in the room. But this was good enough, she slowly finger fucked herself in front of him. 
“Definitely need that second finger,” Chris told her, he sat forward, his hungry gaze on her as he watched her with a great intensity that turned her on. Una slid in the second finger and this time the moan was real as pleasure lazily rippled through her, she plunged her fingers in and out of her core. Sweat prickled across her skin, she felt her chest flush as she built herself closer and closer to coming.
“Yes,” she gasped as she pulled her fingers out and spread her slick juices over her pussy and clit, she moved her other hand to her clit and started to rub it.
“Don’t go too hard and fast on that clit,” Chris said crassly, as he undid his pants and pushed them to his knees. His erection sprung free. Una bit her bottom lip and moaned as he used his precum as lubricant and started to jerk off. It was incredibly erotic.
“My clit likes it fast and rough,” Una said, she whimpered as she felt her body start to burn as mini waves of pleasure rippled through her and started to coil tight in her lower belly, waiting to be fully released.
“Fuck, I wish I was right there, fucking your hot perfect cunt,” he said between her moans and cries. She watched him through hooded eyes as she kept up the momentum with her hands on herself. 
“Me too,” Una gasped. Their moans and gasps intermingled over the comm channel with the wet sounds of her pussy. Her fingers were gliding through her slick juices, it was an erotic orchestra to her ears.
“Faster, Una-fuck, you look so hot with greedy little cunt sucking those fingers in.” Chris told her, his voice rough as he was caught up in his pleasure.
“Chris,” she gasped,
“Just imagine I'm there, my cock fucking you, I'm so close,” he told her, his fist tight around his cock, he pumped in fast, short strokes and then mixed in a few long ones. 
“Oh god, I'm so close,” 
“Me too, fuck me,” Chris gasped, his features were tortured in pleasure. He squeezed the head of his cock trying to stave off his orgasm. Both of them absolutely lost in the moment and unaware of their surroundings, they didn’t hear the doorbell chime. Watching him, knowing exactly how his cock felt in her hands, and thrust into her body, it sent her over the edge.  
“I’m coming!” Una moaned, the alien computer mistook her for saying ‘come in’. She didn’t hear the door open. She groaned, her core clenched around her fingers, trapping them inside her. She felt her release flow out of her. Una let out a ragged breath and watched as Chris came, his eyes were shut as he gripped his cock, his cum shot out and spread across his chest and lap.
“Una, we nee- Oh my God!” La’an stopped, her eyes wide as she realised what she’d walked in on. She looked at Una’s flushed skin and how her arms were down. The couch covered her view. But there right on the screen was Chris still holding his cock in his hand as he just finished coming. “Oh my god!” She immediately covered her eyes and turned away, “Cock- Captain, I’m sorry I saw nothing! I - UNA, USE THE DO NOT DISTURB SETTING!” La’an shouted as she ran out the room completely mortified. The door closed but not before La’an’s voice carried in shouting something about how people should be locking doors. 
Una and Chris looked at one another in shock for a half a second before they burst into laughter. Una slipped her slick fingers from her pussy, and grabbed a tissue and wiped them clean. Chris was doing the same on his end, grinning as they both knew the crew saw them as pseudo-parental figures. So, it was easy to imagine their sex life was quasi-disturbing to them.
“She’s not wrong, you should lock your door,” Chris told her with a grin as he pulled up his pants and tucked his cock away. It was a shame as she would’ve loved for them to continue but they were lucky to even get 10 minutes away from Chris’ schedule.
“I’ll speak with you later,” Una told him.
“I love you,” Chris told her, Una smiled as she never tired of hearing him say that. “And you should put do not disturb setting on your room later,” he added.
“Is that an order?” she asked saucily, Chris laughed.
“Yes,” He replied, he looked off to the side and Una knew their time was up as something was happening on the Enterprise. “I gotta go,” he said.
“Hey, I love you too, bye,” Una told him, they signed off at the same time. She gave a happily sigh as she laid back on the couch and smiled.
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arachniasbride · 2 months ago
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I told Captain Pike the truth about myself. And he defended me. Told me I was exemplary. That he would fight for me. Star Trek: Strange New Worlds | Ghosts of Illyria (S01E03)
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regalpotato · 1 year ago
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2x06 - Lost in Translation
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the-redhead-in-a-dress · 1 year ago
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La'an's Academy graduation is coming up. Una lets her know she'll be there.
[Sort of a sequel to a fic I'm writing about Una's Star Fleet graduation, but I had this scene in my head and it doesn't fit in the fic except as an addendum and so it is here]
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“It’s just graduation, I don't mind being by myself." La'an said, as if graduating top of your class was just another day.
The young woman watched as Una's immaculately preened brows furrowed in disagreement through the subspace call view screen.
“I’ll be there.” The older woman insisted.
“It’s fine Chief, I won't be the only one there alone. And really it's just a formality, Did you know you don't actually have to be there to receive your commission? If I wanted to I could just get a shuttle and get a head start on work instead."
Una sighed as memories surfaced in her mind of similar words flowing from her own mouth on a subspace call to Chris long ago. La'an was far too like her for her own good.
“Everybody needs somebody," Well now she was just copying Chris. "And I’ll be there for you." Una replied firmly. "Chris commandeered a shuttle and crossed the galaxy on unearned shore leave for mine. I can make it from spacedock at Starbase V.” 
“You’re serious?” La’an raised an eyebrow. "He did that?"
She had never met the man, but Una talked about Chris a lot when recounting her exploits in Star Fleet. La'an had assumed for a long time they were married, or at least in a very long and serious relationship, even if it wasn't necessarily monogamous, but Una had clarified some time ago that they were purely friends. La'an didn't exactly buy it, but had never directly questioned her mentor about her relationship. Maybe it would make more sense when she finally met the man in the flesh, Maybe he had a revolting smell or a furry tail?
“Mmmhmm.” Una pursed her lips, not looking up from the PADD in front of her as she looked up the best route back to Earth for La'an's graduation.
“He must have liked you a lot Chief.” La'an added softly, gently prying without really prying.
“He did.” The older woman agreed, but did not expand. “And I like you a lot," She added, looking up at La'an firmly, conveying her sincerity in her eyes. "So I’ll be there next Saturday, that’s a promise.” 
“Okay.” La’an couldn’t help but slip a smile on her face in response.
Una grinned back. “See you in a week.” 
Before then, she needed to comm Chris and ask him where exactly he’d managed to get that star necklace he’d given her for her graduation. She needed another one, ASAP. 
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srta-htinha · 1 year ago
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Star Trek has practically three ships and the musical episode ended them all.
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