Love at first sight
This was
spurred when reading about a challenge for Unconventional Couples fics. I don’t
think it fits the criteria of the said challenge though, it’s just a little fun
fic.
Rating:
PG-13
Timeline:
somewhere between middle season 1 and end season 2.
Disclaimers:
yadda yadda yadda, they don’t belong to me, especially these two.
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“Hello Gorgeous.”
He licked
the Sarak juice off the corner of his mouth and let the grin spread unlimited
on his face. He could recognize the sound of that voice amongst thousand
others, its deep drawl the only thing that would lure him away from an
unfinished meal and shivers ran down his spine every time he heard it anew. He
set down his glass with slow moves, knowing she’d be watching him, sent his
hair flying away from his face with a cool flick of his wrists and turned
around to drink in the promise of familiar tastes.
She was
leaning against the doorframe, black clad as usual, body hugged tight by what
should have been a baggy jumpsuit that no one else could fill to seam pressure
like she did and the view managed to make him catch his breath each time he set
his eyes on her. She grinned at him, her mischief tingling his nerves and
memories flooded his brain, fuelled by the reeling scent of mechanic oil that
was so unmistakably hers. They had spent nights rewriting the recommended uses
label for that oil as his experienced taste buds had explored crevices for the
tiniest flavour while she had thought of new ways to market the oil, deciding
in a flash of genius to rename it “rubitine” and bringing herself to a giddy
orgasm of fortunes to come. Oh, how he ached to unsnap the chinstrap of her
helmet and start devouring her without much ado. She was quite something his
girl. Yes, his girl, that’s how he liked to think of her.
“Babe,” he
greeted her simply, marvelling at his ability to remain cool when his own much
craved for third helping was still hot in his plate and bound to remain
uneaten.
“Stud,” she
replied, lips pursed seductively around her cigar.
His chest
puffed up and her eyes roamed the creamy skin of his exposed neckline, where
each kiss would never fail to let her know what his last meals had been made
of. Her gaze continued its upward move and came across his crinkling loving
eyes and dazzling smile. She’d forget to ask for a rebate from him but then
again, since he never made her pay…
She stepped
forward in the familiar territory that was their relationship, knowing exactly
where they would end up this time just like the others. No unwanted questions
asked.
“Sebacean
like?” he would ask, his hands roaming the sheets, looking for forgotten
crumbs.
“Only if
you have nothing closer.”
“How
many?”
“Five if
possible, they keep juicing out on me.”
“I
should be able to manage, the doc has never been good with databases.”
Yes, business
as usual. Just as she liked it.