Fandom: Star Trek
Pairings/characters: Jim Kirk x female, Pavel Chekov
Words: 560

"Come on, Jim! Stand still!"

"No! You are not taking a picture of me like this!"

I was jumping and trying to get my PADD back, but Jim was holding it just out of reach.

"Jimmy... Please..." I whined and laid my hands on his chest. "Everyone in the transporter room is gonna take a picture. Let your girlfriend take one too! Please..." I bat my eyelashes at him and did my best to look as adorable as I could.

"If they dare, I'll have them transferred to a garbage scow. Same goes for you. You'll get your PADD back when I'm off the ship."

"No sex for you when you come back." I pouted.

He leaned down and gave me a quick kiss. "Empty threats and you know it. You know you can't resist all of this." He stepped back and gestured to himself in that ridiculous garb he was wearing.

Jim was leading an away team to a planet whose civilisation had yet to reach a modern era. A couple of science officers had already been down there to observe in hiding, and it was such an interesting species that they had decided to go back, but to blend in this time. Clothes had been replicated for the whole team, and Jim – who had taken it upon himself to lead the mission – was now ready.

It was a garish yellow robe of some sort, it looked like witch's robe meets kilt, the very first original kilt style. It looked like it had been dyed with urine. On his head was a matching headband, tied in an elaborate knot on the right side. His shoes were made of a straw-like material.

"Yeah, real sexy, Captain."

"I got to go, sweetheart. Chekov will stop by with your PADD when we're gone."

"Fine." I pouted. "Be careful, baby."

"I will."

One last kiss and he swept out the door. Just before it slid shut, I heard him almost yell at whoever was in the hallway. "One picture and I'll have you on a garbage scow before you can say cheese!"

Giggling, I hurried to the computer on the desk and opened a new message to Chekov.

Pavel. Jim is holding my PADD hostage, he'll give it to you before you transport him down. Please take a picture of him and send it to me. Please. I'll make it worth your while if he catches you.

No need to ask. I was going to either way ;)

I sat there waiting, drumming my fingers on the desk, for what felt like forever. I glanced at the clock every half minute, but it felt like every hour.

Twenty minutes later, the door chimed. "Computer, open the door."

"Lieutenant, your PADD." Chekov stood there, straight as a pole, hand outstretched with my PADD.

I jumped up and grabbed it, browsed to the pictures and found one of the entire away team on the transporter pads. Jim looked straight at the camera, a look of growing horror on his face.

"I took it at the same time as the beaming started."

"You're a saint, Pavel. Thank you!" I kissed his cheek and he left, looking a little flushed. Immediately I set the picture as my new background, cropping everyone else out, leaving Jim and his horrified face to replace my old background of us kissing.