#scenitroute

Lup just leans against the work bench that he’s currently got part of the wing of the ship completely taken apart looking for the one screw that’s stripped and throwing off the entire balance of the ship. Something that he’s been working on for six hours that really should have only taken one. 

She crosses her arms and shoves part of the wing aside--not messing anything up, though, she’s not cruel. “Well, jeanboy, it was supposed to be.” 

“Oh,” he mutters and doesn’t look at her and keeps just looking at the sheet of metal that he was currently working on, wringing his hands around it. “So?” 

“So?” 

“Oh, do, I have to respond? What do you want me to say Lup?” he asks and spares a cautious and daring glance up at her. 

She laughs a bit incredulously and slides a bit farther into his view, “You know... that you’re interested? That you wanna bone?” 

“Bone?” he chokes, dropping his screwdriver. 

She clears her throat, “You know what, never mind. I just thought, you know... we’re alone... I’m horny--”

“You’re horny.” 

She laughs and elbows him and he seems to be doing just a bit better now. Maybe even playing a bit, but still desperately trying to catch his breath. “I haven’t had a good lay in about three cycles, which, mm, dry spots aren’t good, yeah?” 

He turns in his chair just a bit to look at her, “So, you just wanna, you know? With me?”

She hums and taps his shoulder, “I think I did ask you, you know? So, uh, you good or...?”

He swallows and does a once over, real quick, “I mean, I would.”

“But you’re not gonna.” 

“It’s not our third date--I don’t think we’ve even had one date, Lup.” 

“Are you...you’re serious. Holy shit, you actually wait for the third date. Fuck, put a pin in this, Bearbar, I gotta call Taak. This is a great update for our wall of who’s the easiest on the ship--which is Maggie in case you were wondering.”