#jorion

I'd love to read a small bit on Jorgeous shirking her responsibilities, hiding away while some of the crew is looking for her. Orion indulging her antics when she pops into the kitchens.

i'm glad you like that, babes! hope you enjoy this too 💕

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"Jorgeous! Come here, I need you to do something for me"

The brunette flinched as Deja's voice echoed in the small room, pulling her from her thoughts. She hopped off the counter by the small window that gave into the deck and walked up to the ship's seamstress.

"Do I have to?" she asked in a whiny tone, clearly not interested.

The older woman patted the shirt she had just finished to mend up, "I need you to take this up to Orion in the kitchen while I work-"

"I'll do it!" her sudden change in demeanor at the mention of the ship's cook made Deja raise a brow as she watched the short brunette bolt out of the cabin, almost losing her footing.

"Make it more obvious, kid," she observed sarcastically, but she couldn't hide the smile on her face, "Ah, young love," she reflected, letting out a sigh before she took on the next piece of clothing that needed fixing.

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Jorgeous tried to compose herself, taking a deep breath before she gently knocked on the kitchen door. The smell of the food that Orion was preparing made her mouth water.

"Come in!" she heard the taller brunette answer from inside before she let herself.

The kitchen was in a perpetual state of organized chaos with Orion always at the center, taking care of everything. The years of working in a tavern had helped her with being able to handle everything herself.

Orion looked up, her eyes meeting Jorgeous', "Oh, evening, Miss"

She blushed, resting her back against one counter, her hands fiddling with the homemade puppet Orion had set down there, "You don't have to call me miss, you can use my name just fine"

The cook scratched the back of her messily kept hair, "Force of habit, I guess," she said, "What brings you here? It's still early for dinner"

Jorgeous tried to not gawk at the muscles that were poking from the rolled-up sleeves as Orion went back to kneading the dough for the hardtack.

"Deja finished mending your other shirt and sent me to deliver it to you," she handed over the neatly folded fabric.

Orion smiled, "Oh, perfect! I'll make sure to save her some extra roast as a thank you," she went on to the small sink to quickly rinse her hands off, drying them on the soft cotton of her trousers, "Let me try it on!"

Jorgeous' eyes widened as she watched the cook casually take off her stained linen shirt and throwing it to the side, she was aware the older brunette wasn't one for wearing stays.

Orion seemed unaware of the effect she was having on the small brunette, only noticing her silence once they had put on the mended shirt.

"All good, Miss?"

(this is re: the 14x04 untucked not the most recent one)

386. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

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When the safe queens were allowed to return to the work room, the tension seemed to slowly dissipate as everyone took their drinks and sat down. There was the standard chatter within the group - who would be in the top or bottom, if they were surprised that someone was safe instead of in the former categories, anything that would make for a coherent episode of Untucked.

But some of the queens were quieter than others, and Orion noticed that Jorgeous wasn’t talking much, so he sat beside him and wrapped an arm around his waist. “How are you feeling?” he asked gently.

“Relieved, I guess,” the smaller queen replied with a shrug, leaning further into Orion’s arms. “I was so scared the whole time - when we rehearsed, when we filmed, on the runway - the whole damn time until they let us go.”

“And they let us go because we’re safe,” he offered, giving him a gentle squeeze. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

Jorgeous tried to ignore the way his heart fluttered, to internally deny that his cheeks had reddened. Ever since the two groups met, he found himself crushing on Orion and badly. It felt like he was in high school, only a touch less unrequited. He couldn’t prove it, and maybe it was wishful thinking, but he was willing to hold onto that sliver of optimism. “Thanks, it means a lot to hear you say that.”

Orion smiled and pulled him just a bit closer, his hand aimlessly stroking his side. “Don’t mention it.” He tilted his head, looking over the other queen’s expression. “Something else on your mind?”

“you have no idea how fucking crazy you drive me.”

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Jorgeous threw her head back as she felt Orion's lips on her neck.

She weaved her fingers through the messy hair, pulling the cook closer with her legs wrapping around her waist.

Orion's hands landed on her thighs, caressing the exposed skin from the nightgown she was wearing.

"You have no idea how fucking crazy you drive me," Jorgeous breathed out with a moan.

The taller woman smiled against the skin of her neck, one of her hands dipping between her thighs.

Jorgeous' breath hitched when she felt her fingers tracing her center.

*This event has ended - not accepting anymore names, but wanted to post everything that was left*

Character #1: OrionCharachter #2: JosephShip Name: Jorion