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It wasn’t deliberate. It wasn’t even planned. That wasn’t to say it was an accident. That wasn’t to say that either party had never considered it, but they had thought the other party would never consider it, so they left it in the recesses of their imaginations for themselves, late at night and alone, hoping that one day it may be a reality.
Pidge’s brain started to wake first. She didn’t remember ever feeling so warm without being too hot, and she had just realised there was a vast difference. The warmth was cosy, all encompassing, and oh so comfortable it reached a level beyond skin deep. She sighed, unable to remember why she was so warm but not really caring, her sleepy mind drifting over vague theories as her body fought to stay in the comforting darkness of sleep. Were they visiting a particularly intemperate planet? Flying too close to a star? Or had she simply fallen asleep fully clothed and burrowed down in her covers again? That last one seemed the most likely, and she shifted slightly by way of experimentation…no…she was not dressed. At all. She was, in fact, very, very naked. Okay, naked she could deal with, although to her knowledge she had never slept naked before, it was when her brain woke enough to feel that she was touching more naked flesh that didn’t belong to her that panic began to set in.
She fought not to scream in alarm. She was naked in…a bed? It felt soft enough to be a bed, and had blankets, so, a bed, with a…humanoid, that much she could tell by the limb beneath her leg, her thigh resting against what felt like a hip, her calf against a knee joint. She tried very hard not to concentrate on the fact her very naked core was nestled against a very naked waist and felt…sore? Was sore even the right word? It felt good but definitely delicate. The scientist in her screamed biology, reminding her of a certain primary function, and her guess had to be that last night she had, in so many words, gone the whole way, but who with? She knew that batch of nunvil Coran served at the coalition party last night had smelt funny, and that was saying something.
Okay, back to the physical. Her arm was around a waist, wider than hers, a line of hairs tickling her forearm, so from those facts she deduced it was most likely a male, and the briefest of peeks out of one eye, that she rapidly closed again, proved her correct, a naked chest falling and rising in slow, deep breaths. It was a nice chest, from the glimpse she got and, relievedly, a skin tone too pale to be Lance. Boy, that would have been embarrassing. Her head was laying on whoever-he-was’ shoulder, his arm firmly around her, her small breasts pressed against him as though it were no big deal.
Right, she was a grown woman, she had evidently chosen to participate in what was apparently one of the many galaxies favourite past times. It didn’t have to mean anything, thousands of people had casual sex night and day. Admittedly, she had never thought that she would be one of those people, but there was a first, and last, time for everything. A deep calming breath, let it out slowly, open your eyes, slowly raise your head…
Pidge barely kept herself from squealing. It was Keith. Oh quiznak, it was Keith! How? Why was it Keith? Keith who she had been crushing on for longer than she cared to admit! Keith who was…wow he was handsome…no, concentrate! Why of all people had she hooked up with Keith? Anyone else she could have, probably, lived with, but Keith? It was Keith. This hurt all the more because she knew he would never feel the same about her. Well, she would just have to pull on her big girl panties, wherever they were, and deal with it.
And for my next experiment, how to extract oneself from a sleeping comrade after a night you can’t remember.
She thought to herself as she moved just enough to try and gauge how firmly Keith held her, and while the answer was not very, her movement made him stir, a low groan emitting from his throat as his arm tightened and his head leant closer to her, placing a soft kiss on her hair.
‘Morning, Katie.’ He murmured gruffly.
She knew it was impossible for her brain to implode. She knew it wasn’t a legitimate medical condition. However, she was pretty sure that was what happened. Her cheeks flamed, her body lost the ability to move, and she couldn’t work out a coherent sentence to save her life. In that moment she realised her own body and the hormones it produced had completely betrayed her.
‘Morning.’ She managed to utter, her voice coming higher than usual.
‘Sleep well?’ He asked, nuzzling her hair with his cheek as he rolled over, pulling her until their bodies were flush against one another, her cheek pressed against his chest.
‘Uh huh.’ She managed as his fingers trailed up and down her back.
‘Are you feeling okay? You’re pretty tense.’ His fingers kneaded her flesh lightly and she gave a small inadvertent groan.
‘Keith.’ She said quietly, wanting to get the bottom of things but not wanting the moment to end.
He leant back and looked down at her. ‘No.’ He smiled.
‘No?’ She asked, wondering what he was referring to.
‘You said it first last night, I get to say it first this morning. I love you.’
He lowered his lips to hers, caressing them with such gentle reverence it took a moment for her to realise this was actually happening. Once his words sank in she broke the kiss and looked up at him in amazement. ‘You love me?’
‘Of course.’ He nudged her nose with his. ‘I’m glad you confessed though, because I was sure you’d never feel the same way.’
‘Oh my quiznak, we’re idiots.’ She breathed as her face split into a grin.
‘That’s pretty much it.’ He agreed.
‘I love you too.’ She finally replied, closing the distance between them and kissing him firmly.
‘And you’re sure you’re okay?’ He checked.
‘Me?’ Pidge laughed. ‘I’ve never been better.’
All the tension she felt ran out of her as she initiated a kiss again, running her fingers into his hair as a new chapter of their lives begun.