Ryland Grace/Reader - Drabble (SFW, suggestive) - Zero Gravity and a Clumsy* Lover
cw: accidental touches, reader x grace established relationship, teasing, rocky putting grace on blast as usual. sfw. suggestive. gender neutral reader.
reader's last name is jude! hahahha get it beatles reference hahaha-
Before getting fully used to zero gravity, Ryland Grace had accidentally put the two of you in some 'compromising' positions.
"Honeyyyy! W-Watch out, I can't steer this thing!" Grace is screaming, high-pitched and full of genuine terror. You'd laugh at him referring to his body as 'this thing to be steered,' but it's different when he's hurling at you at a concerning speed. It would be your first time without any sort of gravitational pull keeping you from-
Your lover's body crashed onto yours mid-air and flailing. If it wasn't for the plot convenient wall behind you, you'd have bounced off him - think two guys running at each other with yoga balls, yeah.
"Goodness, Grace." You let out a 'hugh' as your back hits the metal wall of the Mary. Your lover was larger than you, taller, a bit of muscle on his form, you're hyper aware of his solid chest as it's pressed up against your face - his arms brace against the space above you, effectively holding you against him and a hard place, nice.
Your voice is muffled, speaking into the space between his pecs. He smells like coffee and existential dread - you love it. "... at least take me out to dinner first. There's gotta be a space diner or soooomething out here."
"That's very funny." You can't see the flushed face and matching grimace on Grace's face, but you sure can hear it in his tone. "Now, I need to find the freaking switch so we can..." He shifts, trying to find footing on the wall.
His left foot slides off the wall, sending him backward. By some unfortunate luck, his right leg catches a stray handle, making him pivot instead of fly back as intended.
He's effectively straddling you now, his hips pressed against your waist. Oooh, boy. The perpetual motion of his spin, only broken by your body, has him pressing onto you once more, it's an intimate grind - one he hadn't intended. (Though, neither party was complaining.)
"Flapping flounders..." Grace mutters under his breath, trying not to gawk at the sheer suggestion this position warrants.
"Are you sure, Grace felt up mate on accident - question?" Rocky chirped, earning a groan from your lover.
Ryland's hands met his face in an instant, dragging down his reddening cheeks. That had been so long ago, how did it even get brought up?
"Grace sound like huge pervert. Statement. Jude should watch out." Rocky made what could be described as a giggle. If they had a face, there would 1000% be a shit-eating grin on it right now.
You laughed until you cried, a little moment of joy in such a vast space. Literally.
