The BLTS Archive - Scotty: The Early Days:
Story #7: Set on Sands
by Sarah James (sarah_james_42@yahoo.com)

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A vivid blue sky painted with white streaks looked down on
him, while a stiff breeze brushed over his body in a firm
caress. The feel of wind on his bare skin was enchanting,
almost arousing him. Lazily he gazed through half open eyes
at tiny sparkling waves coming in persistently, one by one.
They latched out to catch his feet, leaving him with
revitalising freshness when they descended back into the
great Northern Sea.

Montgomery Scott couldn't even tell how long he had been
lying there in his favourite secret spot, a tiny, well
hidden bay south of North Berwick. It was a beautiful day,
sunny, clear, not too hot thanks to the welcome wind. He
enjoyed such days. They were all too rare. In space he'd
have to live from the memories. Pleased with himself, he
grabbed a handful of the unbelievably soft white sand,
sieving it through his fingers he counted 1... 2... 3....
How much time had passed?

"I could have drowned out there," a familiar voice, carried
to him by the wind, suddenly reminded him of her presence.
"You wouldn't even notice." Had he really dozed so long? The
accusation in her voice was playful, mocking at best. Her
figure approached him, wading out of the water. "What kind
of husband are you?" It was her droll humour combined with
quick wit, which he had missed so very much on the
Enterprise.

Piercing blue eyes that perfectly fit the black curls
framing a lean intelligent face gazed down at him. She
pursed her lips trying look convincingly insulted. Scotty
smiled with content. Teresa had never lost her enigmatic
gypsy appeal to him. A chuckle escaped him when tiny drops
of water rolled off her small breasts falling down onto his
stomach. It tickled a bit. "Love, that's no' true. I would
have noticed. I would have come to rescue you," he
protested.

"Yes," she replied laughing. "By which time I would have
already been drifting along on the ground of the sea. My
skeleton would have begun talking to the fish before you
would ever bother to go looking for me. You lazy, beer
drinking Scottie don't even have the decency to wonder where
I am, as long as you have enough lager."

In the meantime Teresa had dropped to her knees right beside
him eyeing four empty bottles of lager, sticking out of the
sand, with clear misgiving. Scotty merely shrugged, already
spellbound by the drops of water glistening on her pale
skin. He relished in her beauty. They were out there in the
open yet they were both naked, completely integrated and en
sync with nature. This lonely, little beach, surrounded by
high rocks and cut off from access by the incoming flood was
a safe harbour for lovers who wanted to share intimacy
undisturbed. If one doesn't count the sea birds that is,
Scotty remarked to himself. Or the occasional fisher boats
drifting by. But then fishermen were always busy fishing,
therefore would hardly have the time to go spying on
couples... And if they did, Scotty concluded, it was their
problem. The thought would not manage to spoil paradise for
him.

An appreciative sigh dropped from his lips, as his palms
gently touched down on the cold, wet grounds of Teresa's
breasts. So smooth! He exhaled with excitement. It must have
been a very refreshing bath for her in the Scottish sea, for
it was hardly the Caribbean. Montgomery delighted in the way
her body responded to his caress. Suddenly his mouth was
where his fingertips had been playing a moment before. He
pulled her nipple into his mouth, eagerly running his tongue
around the hard knob. The taste of salt exploded on his
tongue. Sun, woman, sea... Greedily the Scotsman soaked it
all up with every pore, synapse or taste bud he had
available.

Slowly his tongue ran down, travelling from her breast to
her belly button, picking up every little drop of salt water
that it could find on the way. Teresa pressed her underside
against him. She moaned when he shifted his weight to put
his head between her thighs. Wide open the woman welcomed
his hungry lips. Scotty enthusiastically delved into her
moist flesh. More salt, more ravishing flavour met him there
in her most intimate regions. It almost made him come before
he had the chance to penetrate her. Quickly he relaxed,
closing his eyes, not wanting to miss the experience of
being inside of her right here, right now. It was the
perfect moment.

She writhed beneath him, engulfing him deeper inside of her
when he entered. Helplessly he cried out her name. Scotty
wanted to give himself to her so entirely that he barely
dared to move, for it might not last. She drew her legs
around his back, encouraging him with whispered little
confessions that never failed to touch him profoundly, where
he was so very vulnerable.

"God don't stop now," she yelled out, "I'm so close."

Determined to leave her with nothing but fulfilment Scotty
re-adjusted his position, lifted his torso off her and
pushed her over the edge with three slow but well-aimed
strokes. "Oh yes come, my love. Come for me," he groaned as
they pulled through an incredibly long orgasm together.

It took a while until his breathing would return to normal.
Teresa's cheek was pressed against his heaving chest.
Possessively he kept her locked into his embrace. This woman
better not let him go before 10 o'clock at night. Then he
really had to leave to make his way back to the Enterprise.
He was going to give himself to her and she would love him
back until the night fell. He didn't want it any other way.
This time he wanted to leave utterly exhausted, fulfilled,
able to look back fondly. This time Scotty was going to tell
her how he could barely wait to be with her again. It was
all going to be so right again.

"I remember the day I first met you," Teresa spoke up
finally. "Thought you were a British gentleman. Turned out
you were a brat."

Her chiming voice, her foreign accent; it all sounded so
pleasant to him, as he still found himself re-acquainting
the woman he'd married long ago. His heart leaped to her
feet at the thought. He'd been a clumsy, over-excited boy of
26 years when she had practically forced herself into his
life with her naïve way. Despite of all the hurt between
them, could he honestly say he regretted the day they met?
Although now it strangely occurred to him how little he had
known Teresa when they'd gotten married. Yet he had loved
her deeply, truly from the first moment on. His blindness
had not done anything for their marriage of course. It had
been a rather complicated, difficult affair from the very
beginning...

And had it not begun with the most stupid mistake a young
man could possibly make? To fall for the chosen bride of
another man, only two weeks away from her wedding date. She
came from a very different culture, had obeyed different
social laws, had promised her virginity to another man, had
been the little sister of a good friend, the daughter of a
very generous host... How could he have ignored so many
no-nos in one single night when allowing her to give him her
precious innocence. The punishment had come inevitably
several days later, right after her mother had stumbled in
on them making love. Maybe he had deserved to be kicked out
of her family home, Teresa however had not. In hindsight one
had to admit their marriage had never been particularly
smooth, but loving it had been until one dreadful day...
Quickly he shut the painful thought out of his mind.

Aye, he remembered without regret, he'd had other women out
there in space, beautiful women, charming women, some of
whom he loved... But she was the one he would come home to.
Even if her wall of grief, anger and despair had shut him
out for almost three years.

So long she had hardly looked at him whenever he'd come home
to her. Until he'd said the magic words. "I'm going to leave
you." That had blown her mind like an n-dimensional
nano-explosion. He'd meant every word of it, never assuming
that this was exactly the kind of thing that would manage
rattle her out of her self-pity to make her see that she
still had a man with needs. A man who needed her in the
first place. Needed her to be there when he came home, to
listen to him, talk to him, care for him, needed her to
share the enormous weight resting on his shoulders.

Scott yawned satisfied. He had just enjoyed ten days of
ultimate happiness in her arms. But would it be enough to
turn their failing marriage around? One could only hope so.
After all there was still this appeal they'd kept throughout
their lives. Montgomery Scott wasn't willing to accept that
something so good might have slipped out of his hands. He
was not going to give her up without a fight. You just wait
and see, he told her silently.

Absent-mindedly he continued to wrap her dark curl around
his finger, while her head was bedded comfortably on his
chest. "I remember the day I first met you," he finally
spoke up again, his voice still sounding hoarse, "Thought
you were a gypsy princess."

She laughed. It charmed him all over again.

"Turned out you were a brat."

This time Teresa rammed her tiny fist into his arm. Scotty
grinned smugly, looking into her protesting face. Quietly he
began to recall the days when their love had just begun on a
hot summer day like this. Far, far away from his favourite
island.

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It was a mild summer night in a country far away from his
favourite island, far away from home. Romania was a proud
country. In the middle of a well-mixed, modern, civilized
Europe it had remained an isolated island in far more ways
than Scotland could ever be. Time stood still in Romania.

While the stars shone down on them brightly and most late
night birds had gone to bed, Montgomery Scott enjoyed the
friendly hospitality of Radu's family isolated on the
balcony of their old-fashioned estate. Radu and he had been
best of friends on the Enterprise. Two young thriving
engineers sharing a passion for machines. Here though the
young chap from Romania was almost strange to him. It seemed
that this romantic country demanded a different kind of
behaviour. It was a codex that Scotty was completely
unfamiliar with. Nor was he able to understand why the
things he'd always enjoyed to do were so taboo for him.
Everybody seemingly enjoyed the same things here. But only
seemingly, because once you took a closer look, you noticed
restrictions, boundaries, invisible laws. It gave him a
sense of being out of place.

With a sour grin he wondered why he had come here in the
first place. Oh right he had accepted a friendly invitation
from Radu to come visit him, spend some time with his
family. It had sounded like the perfect opportunity to
overcome his broken heart in an exotic country with exotic
girls. Exotic girls who all wanted funds first, fun later.
What had brought him here again? Right, girlfriend trouble.
She was a read-head, Scottish and had recently discovered
that Montgomery was a nice bloke but he really didn't give
her what she needed. It's been lovely five years darling,
the sex was great, but I don't want to marry you. Five years
of great sex, devotion, love blown into the wind only
because the future Mrs Scott could not arrange herself with
Star Fleet. It made him want to cry every time he thought
about it.

Scotty frowned, leaning against the wooden railing of the
balcony. What was surrounding him here was luring, tempting,
promising. Although he had quickly found out it was all not
meant for him. Because the liberty of Scotland did not exist
in Romania. It was an old country. Full of history,
determined to stay history. Romania had never agreed to
become part of a 23rd century civilization. Strange, he
mused. At the same time it fascinated him.

A door creaked, tearing him out of his thoughts. Turning his
head, he recognized the pretty, young girl. It was Teresa,
Radu's youngest sister.

Scotty smiled to himself. This lass had been studying him
with outright open-minded curiosity for the last couple of
days, seeking his company whenever possible, whenever stern
eyes were not watching her every move. Scotty would have
loved to spend more time with her. He liked her naïve
questions. Yet she was smashingly intelligent at the same
time. Her inquiring mind never stopped the probing.
Unfortunately more often than not Radu, her fiancée Bogdan
or her mother Gloria were watching over her with iron
protectionism. As if he would ever think of hurting such a
kind, wee soul. Scotty merely enjoyed her interest in him.
That could not be a crime, not even in Romania.

"What is it, lass?" the engineer admonished her playfully.
"Can't sleep?"

"It's too early," she complained. "I'm not a little girl. I
can't possibly sleep yet."

"The house dragon said you can," he replied grinning. "Off
to bed with you young lady, you have enjoyed your own
engagement party long enough." Her bemused chuckles rewarded
his attempt to imitate her mother. As much as he appreciated
Gloria's friendliness towards him, but to Teresa she must be
a house dragon indeed. In her castle Teresa's mother never
missed the slightest breach of her strict codex.

"How big is Great Britain?" Teresa asked, when she
eventually joined him on the balcony.

"Bigger than Romania."

"I once met an English man. His name is Robert. Do you know
him?"

"Sure. I ken them all."

"He was very good looking."

Scotty cocked his head, giving her a sceptic look. "Better
looking than me?"

"Yes. Much better looking."

"Oh thank you." Naïve she might seem, yet her remarks could
be stinging. The Scotsman liked that. Of all the people here
she was the one who bothered to explore his strangeness. Not
only did she explore him, but examine him precisely under
her inner microscope.

"I didn't like him though. When we talked he would always be
so very sophisticated. He was hiding behind cynical humour
that only the English understand."

Scott whistled in appreciation. Who could have known. This
babe wasn't naïve at all. She had looked right behind the
cool English facade of sarcasm. For a minute he was tempted
to applaud.

"You're Scottish, right?" Teresa continued her interview.

"Right."

"You have this accent, but I understand your English a lot
better than Robert's sophisticated balderdash."

"Thank you." This time he said it smilingly. In fact he was
beaming from one ear to the other.

"I like you much better than him."

The Scotsman blushed. This harmless 18 year-old innocent wee
angel managed to drive the heat into his cheeks, almost as
if he was an inexperienced boy. Maybe he wasn't as grown-up,
as much a man of world as he'd like to think in the past.
"Thank you. Come here sweetheart," he suggested, holding his
hand out to her. "Let me show you the night sky from a
Scottish point of view."

She listened intently to his tales about the dream of stars.
Half-way through his monologue Scotty paused startled,
realizing the way she looked at him. His breath caught when
he suddenly saw her in a different light altogether.

"I can't marry Bogdan," she blurted unexpectedly. "He
doesn't want to hear my questions. He doesn't care, doesn't
want to know me, not like you do."

Before Montgomery could do anything about it, the girl was
lying in his arms, kissing him with the vigour of someone on
the edge of starvation. Bedazzled he welcomed her. She felt
so right in his arms. She felt as if he was embracing his
destiny beneath the night sky.

"Montie," she whispered into his mouth, "tonight you can do
anything you want to do with me. I don't care what will be
tomorrow. I'll do anything you want."

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...anything you want...

Dreadful words. He had given in to them so quickly that it
still scared him, so many years later. With a sigh he dived
out of his memories to look at her peaceful face. Teresa was
sleeping, bedded beside him on the white carpet of sand.
Meanwhile time was sailing on.

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The End