Chekov x Reader: Regulations

You smiled sleepily when you woke up in your bed, still wrapped in a certain someone’s warm arms. You looked at your clock and sighed when you saw that there was less than thirty minutes until your shift started in the Med Bay. You felt the person holding you stir and heard him yawn, squeezing his arms around your waist a bit tighter for a moment.

“Доброе утро,” (Good morning), said the sleepy voice. You chuckled and turned over so that you were facing him.

“Pavel, English, and good morning to you too,” you said softly, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lips.

“Нет (No), it iz too early for English,” he yawned, burying his face in your neck, kissing your collarbone, and sighing, “How long do we haff until our shifts’ start?”

“We have about half an hour,” you murmured, (e/c) eyes beginning to close again. He hummed against your neck and grumbled something about not wanting to get up yet before pulling the blankets up slightly. You giggled, he was acting like any other teenager in bed with his girlfriend who was being forced to get up; then again you didn't want to get up any more than he did. You were debating just closing your eyes again for a bit when a soft knocking on your door made both of you shoot up.

“(Y/n), you ready to go to breakfast?” Uhura said from the other side of the door.  You exchanged a panicked look with Pavel; it was against regulations to have someone in your room after certain hours, let alone sleep with them. Everyone knew that you two were together, what they didn't know was that you had been sleeping in each other’s room together more and more frequently; if anyone found out you would both be in serious trouble if not with Captain Kirk, who had actually set the two of you up with each other, then at least with Mr.Spock.

“Umm, y-yeah, give me a minute; I’ll be right out,” you stammered, leaping out of your bed and grabbing your undergarments and uniform that were scattered on the floor while Pavel was desperately looking for a place to hide while trying to put his own clothes back on. This unfortunately led to him falling into and knocking off a stack of medical texts on your desk, letting out a Russian curse which you both realized he had said a bit too loudly.

“Is everything okay in there, and I did I hear you say something in Russian?” Uhura said, concern seeping into her voice.

“Uh, yeah, everything’s fine, I just knocked a book off my desk. As for the curse, that was me too,” you said, panicking a bit more now as Uhura was jiggling the lock, and still looking for a place for him to hide. You looked around frantically, eyes landing on your closet. He saw it as well and dove for it, shutting the door just as she came in.

“Hey,” you said, a little breathlessly.

“Are you okay? You look like you’re out of breath,” she chuckled. You nodded.

“I’m fine. Come on, let’s go get breakfast,” you said quickly, trying to gently push her out of the room until she stopped suddenly.

“Wait, what’s that?” she said pointing to the edge of a piece of clothing sticking out from underneath your bed, but instead of blue it was yellow. Your eyes went wide, it was Chekov’s! Of course he forgot to grab his shirt, you mentally face-palmed. You stood there, looking like a fish out of water, trying to come up with a believable answer. She picked up the shirt and shook her head, a small smile on her face.

“Chekov, you can come out now,” she called softly. You heard a hushed string of Russian before the door opened, revealing a disheveled looking Pavel, who was blushing furiously.

“I believe this belongs to you,” she said holding the shirt out to him. He took it, sheepishly, and held it in his hand moving to stand next to you and take your hand.

“Thank you,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck and glancing at you.

“What am I going to do with you kids,” she chuckled. You a Pavel both looked at each other nervously, waiting for her to take you to Kirk, or worse, Spock. “Hey don’t worry; I’m not going to take you in”.

“Wait, you’re not?!” you said, jaw dropping.

“No, I trust you two to not do anything stupid, besides you don’t think I've been in your situation before? Well we haven’t been caught, but still,” she smiled, “Besides, you think I’d rat my friends out for just doing what couples do? I might be tough sometimes, but I’m not evil”.

“Thank you, Uhura,” you said, breathing a huge sigh of relief and gently squeezing Pavel’s hand.

“No problem, now make yourselves look presentable, we have work to do,” she called over her shoulder as she left you two to finish getting ready.

“Well, that was exciting,” you said, relief and adrenaline still running through you. You turned to face Chekov and he smiled at you, leaning to press a soft kiss to your lips, cupping your cheek to try and deepen it. You pulled back first and put a hand on his still bare chest.

“Tonight, I promise, but right now we need to get to work. Bones will have my head if I’m late,” you chuckled. He grinned and gave you a quick peck on the lips before slipping his shirt on while you pulled your boots on. Fully clothed, and looking presentable enough to work without much suspicion directed at you, you left your room, making sure that no one would see you leaving your room together.

“I will see you at lunch, da (yes)?” he asked, taking your hand as you began to walk away.

“Mhm,” you hummed, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before letting go of his hand and heading in opposite directions, smiles still on both his face and your own.