#foxma

"fascinating" @ disturbing corpse

forensic guy gets left behind so cops can do cool action stuff 😔

the "annoyed at harvey bullock" club

personal space who

there are tv competitions linked to that kind of knowledge and they need to get on one of them

reflexes: inexistent

When Fox wakes, it's to find Dogma curled tightly on his side, staring unseeing at the wall beside their bunk. His heart drops - this isn't the first time this has happened, but it had been a good two months since the last episode and he'd been hoping his younger lover had finally been able to escape the night terrors.

Still, it's a habit written into his bones to wrap himself around Dogma, using his greater size to encompass the quivering man as entirely as he can. He presses kisses to every bit of skin he can find, waiting until the tremours finally ease away into wriggling fondness.

"Go back to sleep," he whispers, but can't help the smile as Dogma turns to bring their lips together instead.

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I SO DESPERATELY wanted to make this a whole thing, I won't lie - but somehow wrangled it down into five sentences that i hope you enjoy!

Foxma is always a delicious flavor, so I am more than happy to help you with this agenda ;3

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Fox stared at the empty caff machine. It did not stare back, but it didn't need to for Fox to understand how it was mocking him. Taunting him.

With a sigh, he started on the familiar motions of brewing another carafe. Might as well take a break from the endless datawork while he waited.

A knock on the door was what finally pulled his attention away from the tragedy of having a limited caff supply. Three short raps, a pattern that was slowly growing familiar. "Come in."

As expected, the door opened to reveal one of the Coruscant Guard's newest members. Fox turned to fully face him.

"Dogma. Have something for me?"

"Yes, sir," Dogma nodded, professional as ever, and hurried forward to hand him a 'pad. "I have those reports you wanted."

"Ah, thank you." Fox took the 'pad and skimmed it over. "That was faster than I expected."

Dogma half-shrugged. "You said you needed them soon. Just doing my job, sir."

"That you are." Fox set the datapad aside and offered a smile. "Caff? I've got some brewing."

"Ah- um, no thank you, sir."

"Suit yourself," Fox shrugged as he grabbed himself a fresh mug. He'd clean the other one later. "How are you settling in?"

The question seemed to surprise him, even if he tried to hide it. "Um, well? You all have been... welcoming."

Fox nodded, "Good. Transfer to Triple Zero can be rough for a Frontie. We do the best we can to help smooth the transition."

"You've done a good job, sir." Dogma shifted on his feet, almost imperceptibly. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

The caff maker dinged. Fox perked up and moved to fill his mug as he considered. "You've been helping quite a lot. Sure you don't want a break?"

"I'm okay, sir. I can assist with whatever you need."

Fox turned, caff mug in hand, and leaned against the table with a thoughtful hum. As he sipped, he took a moment to consider the former Frontie standing anxiously across from him. Dogma had been eager, almost desperate, to help since day one, despite anyone's insistence that he take a day to settle in and find his bearings. Fox had thought that putting him to work might help, but he still seemed as anxious and uncertain as before. That wouldn't do.

"C'mere." Fox set his caff down and motioned him over. Dogma obeyed, clearly nervous, and stopped just a foot or so away.

"Yes, sir?"

Slowly, projecting every movement, Fox slid a hand behind Dogma's neck, tugged him forward, and pressed a kiss to the scrunch in his brow. The confused noise Dogma made was honestly adorable, as was the way he simultaneously tensed and melted under the affection.

"You do not have to work yourself to exhaustion to earn your place here," Fox murmured against his forehead. He pulled back to look Dogma in the eyes. "You don't have to prove that you belong. You're a Corrie. That's all there is to it. Understand?"

Dogma's breath stuttered, but he nodded, eyes wide. "Y-Yes, sir. I understand."

"Good." Fox squeezed the back of his neck, then slid a hand down to pat his shoulder. "Go get some rest. I don't care if it's sleep or just laying in your bunk and staring at the ceiling. Okay?"

Dogma nodded once more. "Yes, sir. Is there, uh, a specific amount of time or...?"

"Until your next scheduled shift. Can you do that for me?"

"Uh, yes, sir."

"Good." Fox removed his hand, picked up his mug and the datapad Dogma had brought, and returned to his desk. "Go on, you're dismissed."

Dogma scurried out with one last nod. Fox sighed, exasperated and fond, and sat down. Caff break over, back to work.

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These two are very fun to play with. Thanks for the ask!