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[mightbeconcussed]

[ Lucy's flat seems to have exploded. Things are stacked and piled seemingly at random. She's wearing a baseball cap backwards and she's got an old tee shirt on and cut off jeans. Her hair is in pigtails and there's a variety of cleaning products scattered about. She's right in the middle of a top to bottom cleaning and organization spree of her flat. She's sitting on the floor amongst a riot of books and knickknacks with a glass of something iced at hand. ]

Hi. So...this seems like an appropriate time to ask. I need opinions and sounding boards for likely highly illogical ramblings of the relationship kind.

Any and all applicants will be considered?

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[mightbeconcussed]

I think you're right. [ Lucy responds, looking up at him from beneath her lashes. ]

How do you do that though? Just...set yourself up for being hurt? I mean...it's ridiculous. I know. It hurts being broken up with you and it hurt when you were gone, so...love is pain and I'm just trying to figure out how you embrace that without running away screaming.

[ She takes a deep breath through her nose. ] It's not like having the person you care about with you doesn't hurt too. I know that. It just seems less important if you're hurting with someone.

[candothat]

[He shrugs, unable to find just the right words for what he wants to say.]

There is nothing important that doesn't hurt in some way. I would rather hurt more because I love you than less because I was too afraid.

Aren't we hurting together right now?

[mightbeconcussed]

[ Lucy slides her hand across the palm of Pavel's, her fingers wrapping around his wrist. She keeps her head bowed, considering his words. After a moment, she nods, picking at his words and commenting on them in the priority that her brain puts them in, or at least the bits she wants to pay attention too. ]

I knew you did. I don't mean to be...egotistical about that. I just--it's still scary hearing it. [ She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.] I kind of don't mind being scared over that though. [ She's talking about the 'i love you' part. she lets a breath out in a huff. ]

When I was little and I was having a hard time doing something, Momma would tell me that anything worth having was worth working for. It's sort of the same principle, I guess.

[ She finally looks up at him. ]

Hurting together seems easier. Less...lonely.

[candothat]

[Pavel doesn't move. Lucy seems to have come to a conclusion--a favorable one--and a ridiculous part of him worries that she'll be startled into changing her mind if he moves too suddenly.]

Should I not say it?

[He meets her eyes, cautiously hopeful.]

Then we should do that--hurt together. I want that, if you do.

[mightbeconcussed]

[ His instincts are surprisingly good. Slow and steady is always the best way to proceed with Lucy when it comes to anything emotional. Her brow furrows as she contemplates his question. ]

Maybe save it for special occasions, when you really need to say it.

[ Progress. ]

A lot. With the me wanting it. Yes.

[candothat]

Very well. Special occasions only.

[But he'll think it all the time.]

Lucy? I missed you.

[mightbeconcussed]

[ Chekov, you are far too sweet and if you ask Lucy, she will never, ever deserve you.

Her bottom lip trembled at his confession and she gets up from the table, moving around to his side before she wiggles and worms her way under his arm and up into his lap. It's probably not appropriate for a restaurant, but Lucy doesn't much care.

It's her way of saying I missed you too. ]

[candothat]

[His immediate thought is that she's walking out on him. As such, he's pleasantly surprised when she makes her way into his lap.

They might be in public, but the only reasonable course of action involves pulling Lucy closer for a kiss. Because he is imminently reasonable, that's exactly what Chekov does.]

[mightbeconcussed]

[ She hadn't even considered that he'd think of that.

She really likes that he's so logical. She returns the kiss almost desperately, her hand goes to the curve of his neck, fingertips tracing lightly upward to his cheek. ]

[candothat]

[Even though maintaining a certain amount of decency isn't at the front of Chekov's mind, he draws back after a moment. He needs to be certain. He needs to know that they're okay and this isn't a hormone-fueled lapse of judgment.]

We are together again?

[mightbeconcussed]

[ Lucy considers that for a moment, looking up at him. ]

Do you want to be?

[candothat]

[He's extremely serious when he replies.]

Yes, I do.

[mightbeconcussed]

[Lucy bites her bottom lip and nods. ]

Me too. [ It's a small, quiet voice.]

[candothat]

[Chekov can't hold back a smile.

Or, it turns out, the need to kiss Lucy again. They have time to make up for.]

[mightbeconcussed]

[ Oh. See. That's a very good reaction, Chekov. She is absolutely okay with that reaction because she needs to kiss him too. There is time to make up for and she wasn't sure he'd be okay with any of the making up. ]