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“Fuck, Una.”
God, she loves this idiot.
Loves him enough to get tipsy in her room with their little contraband liquor like dumb little ensigns. Loves him in a way that's got them making out on her couch like teenagers. She rocks her hips down into his again.
Chris moans as he nips her neck. He moans. Like just doing this is driving him wild. His hands spasm on her hips.
“Una,” he pants between kisses. “Una, hang on, hang on.”
She stops in an instant. A stab of worry and fear rushes through her even when she tries to tamp it down.
“I’m sorry.” She pulls back and cups his face, searching. “Was this too much?”
“No! No, fuck Una,” he laughs. Drags his hand over his face. “Just.”
“Should I get up? I can definitely-”
“You,” he says firmly, his hands grabbing at her hips again. “-are not going anywhere. Unless you want to, but I really hope that's not the case.”
She can’t help but laugh at that. She settles herself back down. Lets her thumb graze across his cheekbone. His eyes are molten with how tenderly he looks back at her, and fuck; there isn’t a thing she wouldn’t do to have that look sent her way.
“Then what’s going on?” She murmurs. “Come on. You know me. And I know you. Every embarrassing story, every weird scar. I’m not gonna judge.” She lets herself grin again, teasing; “I watched you try to dance with the Queen of Ka’thaarta after you and half the landing party accidentally got high off their local beer. You can’t shake me now.”
“God. Don’t remind me.” Chris groans. “You also watched me throw up in the trash can in the kitchen when we got back. I don’t know how you put up with me.”
“To be fair, I did the same thing as soon as you were done, so I say we call that fun part of the mission a draw.”
Chris snickers. His hands are rubbing up and down her sides. His eyes are nothing but warmth and adoration as he looks up at her. Moments like these are just. Something else. He’s something else.
“Don’t dodge my earlier question.” Una prompts gently. “It’s ok if you don’t want more yet. We can take our time.”
“It’s not that.” He’s quick to counter. “It’s just…” He looks up, like somehow looking at the ceiling will help him find words. He glances back at her.
“I’ve wanted you for… a really long time.”
“Mm. The feeling’s mutual. Absolutely tragic and pathetic of us to have not figured that out sooner.” She deadpans. Chris scoffs.
“I’ve thought about this… a lot.”
“Sexy and honest, I like it.”
“Shut up.”
“You like when I tease you.”
“I’ll throw you.”
“Oh, now we’re getting kinky?”
“Una.” He groans. She can’t help but grin. He’s too easy to tease.
“Sorry. Continue.”
He makes a put on sigh, and rolls his eyes, but when he meets her eyes, there’s an air of seriousness that makes her a bit worried.
“I’m going to be fully honest, Una.” He says, and oh, that's almost his Captain voice. “You are possibly the sexiest being I’ve ever known. I’ve wanted you for years, I’ve thought about this for ages. Us being like this is...” He makes a vague helpless gesture with his hand. “This is already just. So much better than I could have dreamed of.”
“And…?”
“Una. I know this makes me look like an idiot, but I can almost guarantee to you that I won’t last if things keep being this good.”
‘That… That's it?’
“I- I really care about you,” Chris continues, and now that she’s paying attention, she can see the blush that's steadily spreading across his face. She had written it off as from the alcohol earlier.
“So-”
“-and I don’t want you to think that like, that it would always be like that, or that I don’t care about how-”
“Chris.” She cuts him off gently. She tilts his head so she can lean in closer. “Do you really think I care about that?”
“I- you know….” He half laughs. “I just want this to be perfect, and I want it to be good?”
“I don’t need perfect, and it’s already good.”
He visibly relaxes a bit at her words. She’d sell her soul if it meant she could always have the words to make him feel so at ease.
“I have no expectations.” una reassures him. Kisses him softly, deeply, and Chris presses into her lips like a man starving for it. When she pulls back, Chris chases her and steals another. They part with hardly any space between them.
“Let's take this to bed.” She offers him softly. “And we’ll explore, and we’ll have fun, and we’ll have sex. And if you finish before me, all that means is I get to see if the academy rumors about that mouth of yours were true after all.”
Chris is still laughing as they kiss again. She mourns having to separate so that she can get off him, but it hardly lasts a few moments. Almost as soon as Chris stands, he grins like the devil. Before she can do anything, he dives forward and suddenly her feet leave the floor.
The worst noise she’s ever made leaves her lips, and the man has the audacity to laugh in her ear as he carries her to the bedroom.
“You’re a jerk.” She tries, but the bite is lost in her laughter, in his grin, in the way he doesn’t even seem to be mildly burdened by carrying her at all.
“So romantic Una.” He teases, but he’s fully grinning. He just barely misses her playful swat to his head, and he starts laughing so much she’s almost worried he’ll drop both of them to the damn floor.
‘Eh, even if its the floor,’ she thinks as he stumbles into her bedroom, ‘it’ll make for one hell of a funny story’