#make it taste good for the food thief too since you’re resigned to it <3

[mvncesa]

‘ do what you want. i’m not going to babysit you. ’

It had been a long day of doing nothing. Though, to be fair, Decker had been under orders by some medic to take a few days to rest. Doing nothing had, quite literally, been his one job that he had begrudgingly gone along with. The stitches along his abdomen surely needed at least a couple days of him resting to heal — Probably longer but whether or not he would listen would be a toss up.

He had found himself in the kitchen once he was hungry enough. Noodles of some kind, being the quickest and easiest thing to make, was his meal of choice for the time being. And — Well. He knew that there was a fifty percent chance of said noodles being stolen later tonight. Why not prepare for the worst instead of being told that his food tasted like shit in the morning?

“You’re right. But since there’s someone stealing left overs in the night-“ A glance over his shoulder to stare at Horangi. “I thought I’d ask.”

[general-fox-hux]

Fic [7/?]

Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, post-TLJ (TFA and TLJ-compliant, TRoS will be ignored), except it’s Modern AU with magic and magical creatures

Category: Gen

Warnings: canon-typical violence; Rey’s attachment issues

Relationships: Armitage Hux and Rey (NOT Reyux)

Characters: Rey; Armitage Hux; Leia Organa; Rose Tico; Finn; Poe Dameron; Kylo Ren

Additional ‘tags’: fox!Armitage Hux; fox spirit!Armitage Hux; witch!Kylo Ren; witch!Rey

Please note:

some TRoS elements, like new characters, may appear in the future;

warnings may change and there will be chapter-specific warnings

I’m still torn about which ships are going to appear (as a side part of the story AND as a main ship) IF they will, so if you’re concerned about a sudden ship happening that you don’t like, feel free to send me an ask

Summary:

Witch Kylo Ren turns fox spirit Hux into a regular fox and sends him to spy on Rey.

Rey tries very hard not to get attached to the ‘stray’ that found her.

Hux must fight his fox instincts, his hatred towards the Resistance, and his own empathy. Oh no!

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

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There’s a Reveal™ about Hux and his powers in this part. Kylo’s being nasty and Hux hates everyone and everything, as per usual

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‘And stop being cute,’ the girl tells him as she stands up, gathering the food he brought.

He literally feeds her and keeps her warm. What has his life become? The reasonable thing to do would be to let her starve to death, but no, Ren wants intel. About Organa. The fool. Weak excuses, as if Hux doesn’t know about his obsession with the girl.

‘How did you even brought it all?’ A short pause. ‘The meat’s for you, right? Let’s cook that. I’m not giving you raw meat.’ Thank all the Kitsunes. ‘You little thief.’

As they move to the kitchen, Hux reflects on his conversation with Ren that happened about half an hour ago. Ren had approached him, taking a body of a huge black wolf – probably had thought himself so clever, since wolves are foxes’ natural enemies and Hux’s terrified eyes must have amused him to no end – and used his magical powers to talk to him telepathically.

It was unpleasant to say the least, both receiving Ren’s words and trying to broadcast his answers. No, he did not hear a word on Organa. No, nobody visited. No, Rey didn’t seem to communicate with anyone.

‘She’s planning on giving me away,’ Hux reasoned. ‘Admit that you were wrong and let me do something actually useful.’

‘What, are you such a bad pet fox she already wants to get rid of you?’ Ren teased.

‘This is a dead end―’

The growl Ren emitted made Hux’s fox form stumble back in fear. ‘You are a faery and a fox spirit’s bastard. As a faery, you failed: your stolen children-soldiers flee our ranks even though you took away their names. Use your fox trickery.’

‘FN-2187 was a single―’

‘More are leaving.’

‘All the more reason for me to come back!’ Hux was shocked, furious, scared. ‘You cannot control my army!’

‘One more week.’ It was an order, but there was something placating about the words Ren chose.

Then, Hux went straight to a little twenty-four hour shop, an image of a cherry yoghurt stubbornly returning to his mind. The girl needed more calories than a small cup of yoghurt could provide though. He waited by the fridge storing meat and stole one packet when a customer opened the sliding door. That, of course, drew the attention to him, so he fled at full speed. The instant noodles were taken from another shop.

Hux looks at the girl. From this close to the floor he can’t see what she’s doing but it sounds like she’s slicing the beef into smaller bits. He jumps onto a chair, and from there he reaches the kitchen island, where he makes a few circles and lies down, curled into a tight ball. He watches Rey as she pours some oil into a frying pan and changes the temperature on the electric cooker. Then his eyes fall closed...

‘Ginger ball, wake up,’ a gentle voice says.

He whines softly. Something touches the top of his head.

‘Sorry to wake you, but your dinner is going to freeze in here,’ the same voice says quietly.

Whining again, he blinks his eyes open.

Oh, right. The girl. And he’s a fox. Still. Stupid Ren.

Rey scratches the side of his neck, then his throat, and before Hux can take full control of his fox body, it positively melts. Next thing he knows he’s lying on his side and making sounds somewhere between mewls and low whines.

This will not be included in his next report for Ren.

‘You look like a cinnamon roll but you’re actually a little manipulative thief,’ the girl accuses him, her voice fond.

She stops her petting and Hux manages to compose himself. He stands up before the girl has a chance to take away more of his dignity and hops down onto the floor. There’s a bowl with fried bits of meat. It looks like the girl has gone to the trouble of draining most of the grease, which he appreciates. Next to the one with the food, there’s his other bowl, filled with water.

‘Enjoy your meal,’ Rey says and, thankfully, leaves him alone, heading to the sitting room area.

The meat tastes rather bland (what with the lack of seasoning) but that’s not a problem for Hux. When he decides he’s had enough, he laps at the water. He hasn’t managed to eat all of his dinner, which isn’t surprising. It’s a small body, with a small stomach.

Later, when the girls heads to the bathroom, Hux waits some time so that she’ll change into her sleep clothes, then jumps at the door handle to get inside, like he’s been doing for a few days now, trying to make her realise that he wants a bath. He needs a bath.

Only when he’s settled in the bathtub does he notice that something’s different. The girl’s still  naked, hastily pulling on her pyjama pants as Hux ducks, feeling rather awkward and not knowing what to do and where to look.

‘Why are you like this?’ Rey mutters, teeth chattering.

Hux doesn’t dare lift his head and only whines in answer. Just as all the previous times, the girl doesn’t get his hint.

Well, he is definitely not going to beg her, so he jumps out of the bathtub and follows Rey to her absurd giant bed.

As soon as they’re settled, she starts gently stroking his back, his head, even touches his nose with her finger (smelling of soap and grease and... tree bark, somehow). Hux finds that he relaxes into her touch immediately, no initial stiffness, no internal cringing. Not sure if this is something good or bad, he just accepts it, his ears twitching back with contentment.

Come to think of it, even though Rey treats him like a pet animal, it’s still a treatment much more respectful than any of Hux’s previous relationships with beings who held power over him. Take the damned leash, for example: she didn’t put it on him only because he protested. That’s much more considerate than his superiors ever were.

He uncurls his body, and Rey’s hand immediately attacks his throat, fingers squeezing beneath the collar, petting and scratching, and it’s heaven. Before he realises he’s rolled onto his back, the girl’s already petting his belly, murmuring appreciative remarks about his “soft soft fur”. As a fox, he couldn’t have shown her more trust. And they met about a week ago. Truly, there must be something remarkable about this girl. Or he’s going insane from being stuck in a fox body for so long.

Rey leans over him and places a little kiss on his nose. Well, that’s terribly trustful of her, too. He could easily bite off quite a chunk of her face, if he were so inclined. Instead, he gives her nose a tiny kitten lick. She laughs and says, ‘Oh my god, you are perfect.’

Warmth washes over him at her words (and he hates it, of course he hates it). No-one’s ever given him such a praise. For all his life, he’s never been good enough, always lacking something, always striving for more, never reaching his ultimate goals. And now he’s stuck under Ren’s command, his “rabid cur”, his enchanted fox-spy, with very little hope of taking Ren’s place. Never quite good enough.

But “perfect” for this Rey girl (he hates it).

A girl who defeated Ren, twice.

Hux’s tail twitches when a wave of excitement rushes through him. She could end Ren’s reign. She could kill the incompetent monster, leaving the crown for the taking. But would she let Hux take it and wear it?

Depends on how he plays it...

Oh, but there’s at least one flaw on his barely forming plan: only Ren can turn him back to his true form. And if and when Hux does change back, surely the girl will recognise him as “Hugs” or “the Starkiller”. Those Rebel/Resistance people might be into this forgiving bullshit but they have their limits, surely.

Mood darkening, he resigns himself to enjoying pets given by Rey. Of course, that’s when her phone goes off. She uses her magic to summon it, swipes her thumb over the screen and greets the caller with a cheerful ‘Hi, Leia!’

Tensing as if given an electric shock, Hux can practically feel his ears adjusting for the best listening-in angle while Organa says, ‘Hello, Rey,’ voice warm. Sickening. Oh, Ren is going to be so smug about it, the crazy witch. Must have had one of his Feelings... ‘Just checking in,’ says Organa. ‘Do you need anything?’

Yes, Hux thinks, she needs food, a way to warm this place, and to take a shower. Not that he cares about the girl’s well-being; in order to give away information she has to actually do things, not sleep under blankets to preserve warmth in her free time.

‘I am well, thank you,’ Rey says, absentmindedly touching Hux’s head. ‘Busy. You know, school and work stuff.’

‘I know, darling. But, do you think you’d have some time for us to meet? I... think something happened near your place. I believe I should come over.’

Say yes, say yes, let her walk into this apartment, and I’ll tear her throat open and we’ll be done with this charade.

‘How about I visit you?’ Rey offers. Hux gives an irritated huff. She ignores him.

‘Acceptable,’ says Organa.

‘Though I have to inform you I can’t stay for long; I found someone’s pet, and I need to come back to take him for a walk.’

‘Now, that’s some news! Bring him with you; you know I love animals,’ offers Organa.

Could Ren’s plan work out this easily after all?

Say yes, say yes, say yes...

Glancing at Hux, Rey shakes her head, even though Organa can’t see her. ‘I don’t think it’s a good idea. He’s a fox.’

There’s a short pause.

‘You found a stray fox?’ Organa wants to know. Hux bristles. The way she said ‘fox’, like it’s something nobody would ever want to encounter, a pest or a disease vector...

‘Well, he’s domesticated, collar and all. Very well-behaved. Won’t let me put him on a leash though,’ explains the girl.

‘Then how are you supposed to walk him?’ wonders Organa.

‘I just... kinda let him out?’ Rey mumbles, suddenly sounding like she’s expecting to be lectured on the evil of foxes.

Apparently, there’s no reason for that. ‘Oh, I see. Well then, come alone. Tomorrow okay with you?’

Why does she want to meet the girl so promptly? Hux wonders. It cannot be just a simple friendly visit. If only Rey’d take him to Organa’s current hiding place. That alone would be enough data for Ren. He’d murder his mother like a back-stabbing bastard he is (which might be the one thing he’s got in common with Hux) and Hux would return to his true form, finally straighten his back and sleep, alone, in his own bed that won’t be shaking from anyone’s shivering.

They end the call and Hux’s mind is racing. Should he save the last shreds of his dignity, or should he let Rey put the infernal leash on him so that he can complete his absurd mission? He could stand in front of that closet tomorrow and refuse to walk out of the apartment until she attaches the leash to his collar. Then, during the walk, he could prove to her that he can be very well-behaved indeed, and maybe she’d take him to Organa’s hiding place.

Except his sudden change of mind right after Organa’s call would be suspicious to say the least. Not to mention how not fond of the idea of relieving himself in front of Rey (and other people) he is. No, he’ll stick to the forest, no matter how far it is, thank you very much. Also, he can run freely there, which is something he’s been craving and doing ever since being turned into fox.

That’s it then. He’ll wait for a better opportunity to find Organa. Good to know your own limits. And always good to have a run through the forest. (Now that he thought about it, he itches to go there, his senses already alert.)

[impalaanddemons]

One Jump - Part 4

A/N: Aw yeah. I’m back in business. I have two more party planned to wrap this up. This part has mutual pining. The way to Scottys heart is through the Enterprise.

Story: Reader grew up on a planet that’s basically Tatooine in Star Trek. She’s a thief and tried to steal from the wrong Starfleet-Officer, getting herself stuck on the Enterprise.

3000 words. @eufeme rubs off on me....

Soundtrack is “A whole new world” from “Aladdin”. You have been warned.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

You finally woke hours later - your room empty and the ship humming lowly. The fever was gone and, just as the doctor had promised, you felt a lot better. No bethaoizdan fleas anymore, you guessed, carefully lifting yourself into an upright position. Your head was still buzzing and someone - the one. the engineer. - had thankfully positioned a glass of water just next to your bed. Of course the water helped. „Great, now I owe him something.“, you muttered under your breath, then, after your head cleared enough, you got up an carefully stretched. You looked around the blank walls lacking any kind of personal touch. „And now?“ Silence.

Someone brought food a little while later, but had - despite considerable efforts charming him - nothing to say about your situation. You spent some time examining the funny texture of the stuff before you ate it, not because you felt like an ape from the stone age, but because you had nothing better to do. Again time slogged along without you participating in it’s passing. It was a boring, dull experience that made you wish for Mr. Scott or the Doctor reappearing. Your hopes rose as your door opened once again, but ti was just another faceless person clad in a red uniform to you. He handed you a grey dress - same uniform the others wore, minus the colour. „Did I get a promotion during my absence yesterday?“ you asked jokingly, but where only greeted with a nonchalant smile. „Yeah, please don’t be overbearing or something like that.“, you rolled your eyes. „I’m dying with all the attention here. Gonna get a heart-„ but the doors had already closed behind you again. „Damn it.“ you mumbled.

By the time the door opened for the next time you had already examined every nook of your quarters and finally resigned to lie in your bed in your new dress, slightly uncomfortable with the way it left your knees unprotected and nearly bored to death. „Y/A“ - Captain Kirks presence filled the room as soon as he entered it. No wonder he was captain of a ship. He had charisma and his beaming smile probably had won over more diplomats and women then anyone could count. Sly bastard. He was followed by his loyal entourage - the vulcan - a species you’d had rarely contact with so far - the dark haired doctor on his other side and even Mr. Scott trailing along. „Ah, hm, Captain!“ you sat up and gave him your most charming smile in return. „Do I have to say ‚Sir‘ in return or have I not yet been enlisted?“ He smiled - well, a bit, and shook his head. „No one is going to enlist you, we’ve got regulations after all. Freedom of will being one of them.“ „At least when it comes to enlisting,“ mumbled the Doctor next to him. He was only barely audible, but Kirk threw him a stern look nonetheless. „That was highly unnecessary,“ the vulcan added in his neutral voice. „Good god you’re bickering like an old married couple.“ you giggled and you could swear that Mr. Scott was smiling at you. „Not that our relationship status should be of much concern to you, young lady.“ he smiled again. It was very difficult to be angry with him for keeping you on the ship. „As you have more pressing concerns right now.“ „Ah, the trial. Bring it on. I am prepared.“ you crossed your legs and smoothened the fabric of your grey uniform with your hand. The scotsman, who had been quiet for the whole time so far, frowned. „There’s no trial.“, Kirk responded and crossed his arms in front of his chest. „Not yet.“ „Although it is worthy to note“, that was the vulcans voice again - stern, eyeing you suspiciously. „That we found 53 offenses in 14 different cities on the planet. Captain Kirk has decided to not follow through with local law.“ „Which, if I may cite my first officer, is ‚highly illogical‘. But being the situation as it is I suppose most of the local courts are not opposed to being bribed.“ „Yes, the concept of institutionalized exchange of goods to avoid persecution of the law is rather … interesting.“ „Thank you, Mr. Spock“, Kirk interfered and a smile tugged at his lips again. „I propose a quid pro quo.“ Meeting your blank stare, he explained further: „We are looking for a peculiar piece of equipment on the planet you haven’t gotten the chance to steal yet.“ You did your best to look mortally offended at his suggestion, but gestured him to yes please keep going on. “Mr. Scott here would fill you in on the details, tell and show you what to look out for. Then you’d acquire the equipment for us.“ Mr. Spock felt it necessary to intervene: „By legal means of course.“ „Yes - and after we have the equipment we need, you’re free to go wherever you want.“ Somehow you felt that the Captain wasn’t as opposed to get what he needed by other means if necessary as his first officer was. Something in your brain tried to pinch you, but you didn’t quite get it. „Why me?“ you asked and quickly followed your question up: „I mean, yes, I can do that for you. Sounds like a fair deal and you starfleet types are way too ‚by-the-book‘ to shy out of that. But why me? You’ve got a ship full of people. You’ve got Mr. Scott here, who is I guess married to this thing. Why me?“ Kirk chuckled and the Doctor at his side smiled amused. „Let’s just say that I see a worthy local guide and I think we’re going to need someone able to navigate the more delicate places down there.“ He rubbed his hands together and looked satisfied now. „With that sorted out, I’ll leave you to Mr. Scott.“.

Mr. Scott and you eyed each other cautiously. You had not forgotten how nice he’d been to you - but neither had you forgotten that he was the reason you were stuck here in the first place. He in turn looked at you like one would look at a wild cat - a tense beast where one had reason to be mindful of every move. „Well, Lass,“ he shuffled with his feet and cleared his throat. „Better follow me to Engineering then. Captain’s given you clearance to move around the Enterprise“ he opened the door and gestured for you to leave the room, then added: „To a certain extent.“

The Enterprise was a whole new world - more than a city really, more than a ship, it was a little planet in itself and the warp core was its living beating heart. Mr. Scott explained the shifts, that you were in Beta right now and pretty late already. He then gave you a general rundown of the most important bits of the ship - mess hall („Yes, Lass, we’re goin’ to go there. Yes, you can get everything ya want. No. Not now.“), lift („Ya’re restricted to certain decks, don’t try, otherwise we’ll know.“) and the ships belly - engineering. Even there you weren’t allowed to go just everywhere, but it was a good enough start. He showed you the main engineering room, his rough hands stroking over the warm metal. Where others may have seen an inapt sexuality - but you saw a gentle devotion there, an intimate worship that went beyond physical.

You were in fact sitting on his desk, careful not to touch any buttons by accident, your legs dangling from the edge, leaning slightly forward while listening to his rundown of the main reactor.

You were slightly suspicious that Captain Kirk had perhaps not in mind for you to learn the whole manual of the warp core, but since the alternative was to sit alone and brooding in your room, this was you’d complain about. It was also nice to learn something about this ship. At least that’s what you told yourself. „ … and tha’s how ya modulate the subspace bands.“ he finished and looked up, making a hushing gesture to get you off of his desk. You jumped down, smirking up at him. „All that talk has made me hungry, Mr. Scott.“ „Ach…are ye ever not hungry?“ he lifted an eyebrow and grinned at you. That was a new one, you thought and then shrugged. „Don’t think so, Mr. Scott.“ „Then follow me, Lass. Jus’ wanted ta give ya a short introduction anyways. We’re getting to the real work tomorrow.“ You shot him an side eye but said nothing. „And Lass…“ „Yes?“ „It’s Scotty for ya. Just good ol’ Scotty.“

While eating with him you learned that he was in fact rather easy going - other crew members would regularly come up to the table you were sitting at, greeting him and throwing you curious glances. With your grey uniform you stuck out like a sore thumb. He was called „Mr. Scotty“ or „Scotty“ depending on the person. The younger those addressing him were, the most likely it was for them to be more formal around him. You even heard the occasional „Sir“. Food was good - better then a lot of stuff you’d had before and since you could choose your dinner it was even to your taste. „Ya’ve ever been on a ship before?“ You shook your head while simultaneously stuffing the last bites of food into your mouth. „Nah… Never been off planet before.“ He just nodded, silently, and watched you finishing your plate. „Ya know we got someone to clean the plates. Ya don’t need to do it here.“ For a second you just stared at him, then broke into laughter. „You know, for an uptight starfleet type you’re surprisingly funny.“ He laughed with you.

At the start of that Gamma shift you lay awake for a while before falling to sleep. Staring at the ceiling with the lights dimmed down. Turning around every now and then. Yeah. You were definitely taking this pillow with you.

„And that’s how you decide if it’s an Type A or a Type B modulator, lass…. lass… are ye even listening to me?“ You snapped back to attention, cleared your throat and tried your best to look innocent. „Sorry, Mr. Scott.“ He had been pushing facts about gadgets and machinery and even physics in your head for the last 3 days and sometime around noon yesterday, you had felt how your brain had basically shut the flood gates and resigned to nodding along and staring at him. Which you had enjoyed quite a bit. The staring, not the nodding part. Whenever he picked something up you had the opportunity to ogle at a very fine backside in those black trousers and there was no denying that his broad shoulders were filling his uniform just perfectly. Not that you would’ve said something like that aloud. „…listening?“ So much for snapping back to attention. „I’m sorry… it’s just…“, you sighed, got off your chair and stretched. „I’m someone employed in commodity trading..“ „Ya mean petty thief.“ „…not an engineer. It’s all been a bit much.“, you finished and shrugged, no biting at his remark. „Don’t have ta be an engineer to get this, come over.“ you followed order and stepped up to his side. „Look, if ya turn it around…“ „They both look the same. They’re identical. I swear you’re making that up.“ „‘am not.“, he sighed, a deep furrow appearing on his brow.

Handing you over the item he grabbed one of your hands and took it in his.

„Look“, the engineer muttered and his calloused fingers rubbed against the back of your hand as he gently pushed your hand over the smooth metal. „Feel that concave there?“. You nodded, prefering to better not say anything right now.

„Now take that“, without letting go of your hand he took Type A (or Type B?) from your hand and gave you the other one. He slid your hand over the metal once again and you could feel his admiration for the fine piece of machinery in the way he applied gentle pressure, stretched your fingers slightly to show you just how and where the structure bent exactly. Right there you could really imagine those hands doing that somewhere else. Someone seemed to have dropped a hot lump of coal in your belly, where it sank deeper and made your cheeks burn. „I… see, Scotty.“ stumbling over the words you looked up from the thing in your hands and stared right up into hazel eyes, darkening as he met your gaze. For seconds you stood there - just staring at each other like idiots, or like cats still undecided to fight. Finally - it felt like hours. Hours someone used to fill more coal into your body - the engineer let go of your hands, turning around to put everything back in place. „That’ll be all for tonight, Y/N. Ya’re good to go.“

You waited for a moment to see if he would join you for your meal, like he did before. But he busied himself with putting everything back to place and after politeness and hope turned to awkwardness you rushed to get some food alone.

You hastily took your meal with you to your quarters, eating in silence before dimming your nights and staring at that ceiling once more. A deep sigh escaped your throat. Tomorrow was the last day of „training“ and then you were off, back where you belonged and far away from this complicated world. You burrowed your burning face in the pillow.

„Wait a second, Lassie.“ You stopped your trajectory leading you to the mess hall and instead converted that bouncing energy in your step to turn around. „Mr. Scott.. Scotty?“ The engineer smiled at you for a second, putting that thing (Type-I-Dunno-It’s-Made-of-steel) back where it belonged to. If you had to get one of those, you probably wouldn’t find the right one. Well. Their loss. „Would ya come to my office after ya’r meal?“ You nodded warily, waiting for more of an explanation. „Tha’s all, thank ya.“

That was mysterious. At least for Starfleet standards. You choked down some food without even tasting it and proceeded to walk down to his office in engineering, your beating heart suppressing even the Enterprises low hum. He probably just wanted to do some last minute mission briefing. A few more lectures about machinery, or warp chore architecture, maybe another delighting evening of diagrams and techno babble. A last chance to admire his features. „There ya are. Follow me.“, his tone was almost brisk and commanding. It was so unusual, even though you only knew him for a couple of days really, that you followed his step without asking any questions. The scotsman looked as if he were in deep thought as he led you to the turbo lift, typed something on the panel there and crossed his arms behind his back without looking at you. You did consider asking him, but his stern look kept you from inquiring. You had never been in this room before, you knew that for sure. It was almost empty, sprawling at least half a deck wide. You stared in astonishment as you became aware of the fact, that half of the ships hull was transparent, offering a panorama view of your surroundings. „Ya told me that ya’ve never been on a ship before,“ Scottys accent grew thicker as he spoke, rumbling through the words with a deep rich sound that reminded you of a distant storm in the desert. „Thought you’d appreciate the view“, he continued and took your hand, leading you forward, directly in front of the glass. „And here I thought you were going to throw me out of an airlock for being a nunsance,“ you joked. He grinned, but did not respond and instead let go of your hand. „Wait fer it…“ The stars around you turned and it felt as if you were stumbling, your eyes getting the information of sudden movement where your inner ear noticed nothing. It felt like swaying in the breeze and then there it was - a orange ball, bright yellow spots and grey fumes hiding parts of the world beneath your feet. Your breath caught and this time you grabbed his hand, if only to anchor yourself in this reality. „Is this…?“ „Aye“, he squeezed your hand gently. An excited buzz filled your belly, spread through your veins and along your spine.

You wanted to answer something, anything really but words escaped you as the Enterprise took it’s turn around the planet. Something blue shimmered down there and the distant memory of an ocean stirred in your heart, reminding you of the smell of plants and salt and sand under your feet. „Captain’s flying a maneuver right now“, he explained as the planets surface slowly vanished out of sight, was replaced by stars lighting up in the distance. His hand still squeezing yours sent a burning sensation up your arm and a cold shudder down your spine. „I could stay up here forever, Scotty.“ the admission came not easily to you, but up here, far above the sand and the dirts and the cloud it felt relevant to say it out aloud. „We dinnae have forever, but ye can have tonight.“

He was looking down on you and you were staring up. Neither of you said anything, with only the endless sky of the universe rushing past you. Your world shrank down to his eyes and his thumb absent mindedly rubbing over the skin of your hand. Your world faltered into a single second, a moment that stretched into eternity where you got on the tip of your toes and took in the expression of satisfied disbelief as you pressed your lips on his. His sigh was one of relief and in one smooth movement he let go of your hand to pull you into his arms.

„I’ll kill you“, you mumbled in between to kisses. You felt how his lips formed a smile. „Sure, lass.“ The both of you knew there were eyes on you, but neither of you did care. Your fingers wove through his black hair, nesting at the back of his head. There was his body so close to yours - his arms wide enough for you to get lost in his embrace, his smell of cologne and electronics and oil attaching itself to you. „I’ll accompany ya to the surface tomorrow.“, he whispered at your ear. Your heart jolted a little at the thought. „And .. if ye want… dinnae… I’ve a wee something to drink at my quarters an’ maybe ye want to …“ „Shut up, Mr. Scott.“, you kissed him again, making every further explanation futile.

His breast moved up and down as he slept, your fingers sprawled over his skin, touching him while you were lost in thought, slowly drifting away into sleep. He muttered something indistinguishable in his sleep, turning around so that a heavy hand could land on your hip. Maybe, you thought, eyelids heavy. Maybe you should steal something else.

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