#codeb-b-b-breaker

@codeb-b-b-breaker​ inquired a long, long time ago: ✖

send me ✖ for a random kiss | come & get y’all kisses →  30. pretend kiss

      “You have got to be kidding me, DJ,” the disbelief in her voice was dampened by her hushed tone, but there was nothing soft in the sharp look Fox gave him. “I was promised an inconspicuous ship, what exactly is inconspicuous about this,” for emphasis she raised the tarp still covering the H-type Nubian yacht. Dropping the drab covering, she again took up walking through the shipyard. Keeping up the appearance that they were only a couple searching for parts to replace those of the ( stolen ) piece of junk that somehow managed to spit up it’s hyper-drive mere moments after he confirmed he had a new ship in his sights.

      "I knew I had a bad feeling about this,” Fox was about to demand he find something else, anything else -- preferably not another blinding, though tarnished, chrome yacht, when the static cover of voices picked up. White plastoid armored legs were making their way around another decommissioned vessel. Storm Troopers. There was hardly a moment to think, her actions were all reactionary. Pushing the EXPERT CODER against the side of another ship, she nearly pressed her lips against his. Faking a passionate kiss. Public affection made people uncomfortable -- well, most people -- which meant they may not be stopped and questioned ( and it hid the features of their faces rather well ).

      A rope pulled taut at their closeness. Mere millimeters apart. Sharing breath, lips brushing. It was not the first time her mouth had found his. Each time strung out between the stars, loose threads somehow still remaining connected despite time, distance, and differing political views. Yet, it had become a silent agreement, not to mix pleasure and business. There was no time for recreational fun when there was a war to win! In fact, she could not remember the last time she took a moment, a single moment, to relax as she was then. Pressed against him, still irritated, gripping his jacket within her hands to keep him trapped between her and the hull. Even after the troopers passed, scoffing with disgust, Fox did not stop what was only meant to be a false kiss. Unwinding the ball of tension suffocating her chest.

@codeb-b-b-breaker said - ❛ when things go bonkers, you have to adapt. ❜

“I get that, but this seems a little more bonkers than usual,” she shouted over the ruckus the fire fight was creating. She didn’t have a blaster on her and neither did he, as far as she knew, but they were pinned down like everyone else as the combatants went at it. She didn’t even know who was shooting at who!

Was it gang related? A business deal gone bad? It could be any number of things! No matter the cause, she didn’t want them getting involved and potentially mixed up in even more trouble.

They were trying to lay low!

@codeb-b-b-breaker said - ❝ worlds on fire, lets toast the end. ❞

“The world isn’t on fire,” she laughed, sipping her beer. “Shit is just…kind of shitty right now, but it won’t always be like this.” At least, she hoped not. 

Anonymous asked: "We'd look good together any way." -- @codeb-b-b-breaker

She was distracted and hadn’t digested what he’d said, she simply hummed in acknowledgment, but a moment later his words clicked. “Huh?” Blinking in mild surprise she met his gaze, color rushing to her cheeks. 

She almost hated how easily he could fluster her, almost.

“Think so?” and her voice was softer than she intended. She cleared her throat and studied him for a moment, cheeks still warm. “So… what’s stopping us from being a thing?” Once upon a time the blame could have been placed at her feet since she’d stubbornly refused to give him the time of day. Now? He’d effectively wormed his way into her heart and head; he was always on her mind.

She had it bad for him.

Anonymous asked: [INTERRUPT] -- @codeb-b-b-breaker

Babbling was a special skill of hers. Any time she was excited or nervous, she talked too much. She was doing that now as she rambled on about how she was pretty sure he was breaking the surrounding nurses stations on purpose in an effort to simply annoy her as much as possible. “There’s no way that every single one of these is that fuc…” she blinked, lips suddenly covered by his.

Her mind went blank and when he pulled away all she could do was stare. No one was around given the obnoxiously late hour and the hospital ran with a smaller staff during the night, but she wasn’t even thinking about that. Hell, Melody wasn’t thinking at all. 

DJ had just kissed her. She forgot what she’d been saying or why she’d been annoyed. Eventually her brain started working again and she frowned up at him, though her expression lacked any venom. “You’re an ass,” she muttered, huffing, but her eyes kept going back to his lips and she had to force herself to look away.

Anonymous asked: catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other. -- @codeb-b-b-breaker

Heat rushed to her cheeks almost immediately, heart leaping in her chest as blue eyes shot upward to the man towering over her. The hallway was busy, per usual, and she’d nearly tripped over her own feet. Thankfully DJ had saved her, but now she’d forgotten what she’d been doing. 

Damn him. Why the hell did she always react like this anytime he was nearby? She didn’t even like him, or so she told herself. Her fluttering heart and blushing cheeks said differently.

Anonymous asked: "want to do something stupid to take your mind off all this?" -- @codeb-b-b-breaker

Paperwork. It was never ending. Sometimes she wondered if that’s all the doctors expected the nurses to do. She was thoroughly over it, but wasn’t even halfway done with the stack before her. Sighing, she took a sip of her energy drink, humming absently to herself.

She looked up from her paperwork at the interruption, a frown already tugging at her lips. “How stupid we talking?” she sat back in her seat, stretching with a little grunt. She’d been hunched over this paperwork too long and needed a break, but DJ and trouble were one in the same. She wasn’t trying to get fired or written up.