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>>> 19th Feb: 1x04 <<<

26th Feb: 1x05

Week 1 Alt. Prompt: "It's not what you think." Rating: Teen (it's a kissing fic!) Word Count: 1180 written for @summer-of-bad-batch AO3 link

“Well that’s quite a story you’ve got there.”

Tech nodded, welcoming the praise. Tearing his eyes away from the setting sun on Pabu, he stole a glance at Phee. She looked quite comfortable in the co-pilot’s seat in the Marauder’s cockpit as he had regaled her with tales of his missions in the GAR.

Her eyes were also very much locked on him, and he was surprised to find that instead of feeling self-conscious in this moment, he felt a touch of intrigue.

This was not the first time they’d spent hours conversing about their past adventures and generally enjoying each other’s company, but it was the first time they did so while the sunset bathed the cockpit in warm tones of orange and pink, casting a golden glow over everything it touched, including Phee. Her skin. Her eyes. Her hair. Her smile. He was lost in the beauty of it all, and felt himself drawn a bit closer in her direction.

“It is indeed,” he murmured, holding her gaze as he tried to read the intent in her eyes, and was struck a little speechless for once.

He blinked and felt a sharp sting in his eye. Pulling back to sit upright (was he really just leaning that closely to her?), he lifted his goggles slightly to reach a bare finger underneath to rub at his eye. Blinking and still not finding a change, he sighed in frustration and tried again.

“You okay there, Brown Eyes?” Phee inquired, a puzzled expression on her face.

“An eyelash seems to have landed on my cornea. Fortunately, this is the only limitation of my eyewear.” Tech shut both of his eyes to get a temporary moment of relief.

“Let me help.” Phee did not give him a chance to respond before he felt the warmth of her left hand cup his cheek as his seat dipped slightly from additional weight. “Now, open your eye and look up,” she instructed, as she shifted the goggles to his hairline.

As soon as he obeyed, he felt her sharply blow into his eye and he blinked rapidly in response.

“How is it now?” Phee asked.

Tech tested his blinking at normal speed, surprised that the eyelash was gone. “That was not the method I would have chosen to remove a foreign body from my cornea, yet I am intrigued that it worked. I shall make a note of it for future use in a similar situation where there is no immediate eyewash station available.” He blinked again. With both his eyes now in working order, he was acutely aware of their current proximity. She was leaning into the seat, into his space, with one knee pressed into the seat between his thighs, her right hand bracing on the backrest of the pilot’s seat, while the other hand still cupped his cheek.

Phee chuckled lightly, “Happy to help expand that database of yours, Brown Eyes.” She quieted as their gazes met. “Your eyes really are gorgeous,” she whispered.

Tech felt the warmth rush to his face at the same time he saw a light dusting of colour on her cheeks, visible even without his goggles. She was so much more lovely up close. He instinctively leaned in.

With a swishing sound, the Marauder’s cockpit door slid open at the same time Wrecker’s voice started to boom in the smaller space.

“Food’s read-“ he froze, taking in the scene before him.

“It’s not what you think.”

“It’s exactly what you think,” Phee corrected, her gaze never leaving Tech, though his had darted towards Wrecker at the time of intrusion. His eyes returned to hers at her honest confession.

“Uh-“ Wrecker awkwardly started backing out through the door. “Food’s ready, when you’re uh... done.”

Tech heard the door slide shut just as suddenly as it had opened. “Is it?” he asked inquisitively, completely forgetting Wrecker’s words and focusing on Phee’s.

“Well, how about you try to find out for yourself,” Phee smirked teasingly, bringing his focus to her lips.

Before he could think too much on whether she was just playing or not, before he could think, Tech closed the small distance between them and pressed his lips into hers.

The feeling was like no other he had ever experienced in his accelerated life thus far, and he melted into it. Phee’s lips were soft as she sighed into his, the hand that was gently cupping his cheek slipping down a little, the softness in direct opposition to his racing heartbeat.

Their lips lingered as time lost all meaning.

Tech eventually pulled away, slowly, to look at her, and found that she looked similarly dazed. He was pleasantly surprised.

“I believe the results of this hypothesis speak for itself,” he murmured, smiling warmly at the comfortable presence in his personal space.

“Do you now? Care to keep testing it?” Phee’s eyes lit up playfully.

“Once you are amenable,” Tech quipped, and found his hands closing around her waist.

This time, Phee’s mouth crashed onto his in a not-so-chaste kiss and he matched her fervor. His fingers dug into the fabric around her waist as he found his body being pressed back into the seat when she shifted position to straddle him, lips parting over and over again but never really leaving his. The pressure of Phee’s thighs on his was both electric and muted in comparison to the way her mouth moved on his, expressing all unspoken feelings at once. Tech seemed to have forgotten how to breathe but he honestly did not care at this point, instinctively splaying his fingers behind her head to deepen the kiss, while his other hand slipped down from her waist to her hip for a better hold. His heart felt like it would beat out of his chest when her tongue slipped past his lips, and he was pleasantly amazed at how much he enjoyed this new experience, and did not want it to stop.

He really did forget to breathe though.

Gasping for air, he broke off the kiss. They both breathed heavily in each other’s arms. Distracted by everything else, Tech had only just noticed that both of hers were wrapped around his neck in a loving embrace. He liked the feeling of her skin on his, and would prefer if it would remain there. He also quite liked the weight of her body in his lap and pressed to his chest, and hoped that she had no intention of leaving anytime soon. Tech glanced apprehensively at the cockpit door.

“Oh don’t worry, Brown Eyes” Phee got out between breaths. “Your brother will definitely spread the word to stay out of the cockpit tonight,” she finished coyly, a wicked glint in her eye. “Now, where were we?”

Tech waited a beat, taking the moment to kickstart his brain. “I thought it was obvious,” he smirked, taking a calculated risk as both hands lowered past her hips to grip somewhere much more dangerous.

It turned out that Phee was indeed correct. The cockpit door stayed shut long throughout the night.

Upon seeing the absolute cutest TechPhee art that I have ever laid eyes upon while scrolling through @summer-of-bad-batch reblogs, my brain absolutely craved that exact scenario in a first kiss fic, and rather than hoping someone else would write it, decided to try my hand at fic writing, FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER IN MY LIFE.

(pls don't hate it)

Is this what fic writing is like? Giving yourself serotonin with every written word? Gah! I can get used to this.

Cutest art ever by @foxwithadarkside