#fox 1010

His tattoo’s red

Her skin is blue

The love that they share

Is so pure and true

cody/fox, E, shore leave, LDR, ass-kissing and boot-licking (literally), mildly dubious due to intoxication, fox is a mess, cody loves him very much, anal/rimming/cum-eating/spit-as-lube

“You know, I do know what everyone says, that I’m a bootlicker—a pampered, lazy kiss-ass,” Fox drawls. Cody is just as drunk as he is, but he stiffens warily. Fox is in an expansive mood, though.

“No, no, I don’t even give a kriff anymore,” he assures Cody genially. “I own it. I am the best karking bootlicking ass-kisser there ever karking was, and every single thing I get, I’ve damn well earned.”

Cody’s eyebrow goes up, amusement and challenge. “The best…? On what scale? On whose authority?”

“I’ll prove it, if you want,” Fox says, suddenly sly and a little shy.

“Yeah? Like actually?” Cody asks skeptically, eyes darting from his white GAR issue armored boots to Fox’s mouth.

Cody/Fox - unexpected meeting! Never too late to ask, promise 😊

since it was from you my first thought for “when would cody and fox least expect to see one another?” was: dedra meero tosses them together — i guess im on a bit of an imperial kick, lol

“In there,” the natborn ISB officer orders, gesturing without looking; Co—C—IC-2224 knows she is not as negligent or unobservant as she seems. He also knows, by now, better than to speak or to hesitate, so he immediately activates the door and steps over the threshold. Another clone is present within the closet of a bunkroom; he too does not look up but is acutely, viscerally aware of everything within his scope.

“I trust there will be no issues between IC-1010 and yourself, commander.”