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That night, as Tech shook out your blanket, preparing the bunk for the both of you to settle in, you are lost in thought, a playful question forming in your mind. As you climbed into the bunk and snuggled down into the soft covers, you looked up at the man who had become the center of your galaxy. There was a hint of curiosity in your eyes as you turned to him.

“Tech?” you began, your tone light and inquisitive. Tech, always attuned to you, looked over with that familiar, attentive expression. “Yes, Y/N?” You hesitated for a moment, biting your lip, a nervous habit, as you considered how to phrase the question. But then, with a smile, you decided to just go for it. “Have you ever… I mean, have you ever counted how many times we’ve had sex? We’ve been together for about a year and a half now, so I was just wondering.”

Tech blinked, the question clearly catching him off guard. But true to form, he didn’t miss a beat. His mind quickly scanned through the mental data he always kept so meticulously organized, and within a moment, he delivered the answer with his characteristic precision. “Yes, I have,” he replied, almost too matter-of-factly. “We’ve had sex approximately 214 times, and that’s not including the individual rounds within each session, which total to 367.”

Your eyes widened in shock and surprise, mouth falling open slightly as you processed what he had just said. “Wait… what?” you laughed, clearly amazed. “Tech, that’s… we’re like rabbits!” Tech frowned slightly, confused by the comparison for just a moment before realization dawned on him. “Oh, you mean in terms of frequency,” he said, his expression clearing. “I didn’t intend to imply anything, I just… well, I tend to keep track of details like that. It’s a habit of mine.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his earnestness, your heart swelling with affection. The idea that Tech had been keeping such precise count was both endearing and a little surprising, but it was also so perfectly in line with who he was. “Tech, you’re amazing,” you said, still chuckling. “But seriously, why do you keep track of it?”

Tech hesitated, clearly trying to find the right words to explain himself. “Well,” he began, somewhat awkwardly, “I suppose it’s because I’m a person who finds comfort in data and patterns. Tracking these moments allows me to… analyze and understand our relationship in a more tangible way. It’s not just about the numbers, it’s about ensuring that our connection remains strong, that I’m meeting your needs… and, well, it’s just part of who I am.”

As he spoke, he began to stammer slightly, his usual composure wavering as he tried to articulate something that, for him, was both deeply personal and difficult to put into words. But before he could finish, ypu leaned in, placing a gentle finger over his lips to stop him. “Tech,” you start softly, your voice filled with warmth, “you don’t need to explain. I love that you’re so precise, that you care enough to keep track of things like this. Someone in this relationship has to be good with numbers, and if it isn’t me, then I’m glad it’s you.”

You smiled at him, eyes shining with affection. You had always admired Tech’s incredible mind, the way he could handle complex calculations with ease, while you struggle with even basic math because of that stupid dyscalculia of yours. But you had never felt inferior because of it, Tech had a way of making you feel valued and appreciated for who you are, no matter what. Tech’s tension melted away as your words sank in, and he relaxed, returning your smile. “I just… want to make sure you’re happy,” he said quietly, his voice full of sincerity. “That’s the most important thing to me.”

Your heart swelled with love as you leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. “And you do,” you murmured against his mouth. “Every single day. I wouldn’t change a thing about you, Tech. Not one thing.” You stayed like that for a moment, wrapped up in each other, the warmth of your connection surrounding you like a comforting blanket. When you two finally pull back, you settled against him, resting your head on his chest, closing your eyes, a contented smile on your lips.

“I’m really glad you’re the one who’s good with numbers,” you said softly, your voice tinged with a hint of playful teasing. “Because I know I can always count on you.” Tech chuckled softly, wrapping his arm around you and holding you close. “And I’ll always be here to count on,” he replied, his tone filled with warmth.

As you lay there, the quiet of the night settling around you, Tech couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the incredible person in his arms. You understood him in a way that no one else ever had, and you loved him for exactly who he was, numbers and all.

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And as you two drifted off to sleep, Tech made a silent promise to himself that he would continue to cherish and protect this incredible bond you shared, ensuring that your relationship remained as strong and full of love as it had been since the very beginning.

It’s official, I’ve drawn Tech over 80+ times and had so many Tech Tuesdays! Below is the first time I ever drew him.

Since joining Star Wars fandom in its entirety over the last few years, I have met many friends, lost many friends but learned so much along the way. I am so proud of myself for pushing to strive to draw as much as possible and continue to grow.

I am forever grateful for the support and love you all have given me. It’s so very appreciated.

This piece was a screenshot redraw of Tech from The Bad Batch season 2 trailer. I cannot wait to see what my little nerd does next. 🖤❤️

Here’s to 900 more Tech Tuesdays. 💫

It was a quiet night on the Marauder, on Station 47. It had been a week since the remains of Clone Force 99 had landed on the remote planet, and the quiet of the forested planet had been a welcome distraction for everyone. This was especially so for Tech, who was sitting in front of the camped Marauder, looking at his data pad, chewing on a ration bar. Omega, Hunter, and Wrecker were inside of the ship, asleep already. 

Tech, meanwhile, was struggling. After all, it was quiet moments like these where his mind would wander. He wondered where Echo was with Rex, sometimes, and other times, thought about Crosshair, and what he was doing with the Empire. 

His thoughts were interrupted by a noise on his comms device. Tech looked down at it, and found a massive smile inching across his face. It was the Belter engineer and scientist, Sjael Drummer, who he had met days ago….and, shortly afterwards, had gotten very intimate with him. The next day, as well.  

Tech had thought about messaging her throughout the morning and afternoon, though he did not know what to say–every time he began typing up a message, he began to erase it. But she reached out to him now, with a simple request. 

“Teki, come join me in the meadow, by my ship. I know it’s late, but I’d like to see you.” 

The clone grabbed his backpack, and looked over the perimeter of the Marauder. Seeing nothing to be concerned about, the clone took off into the night. 

Sure enough, in front of her ship, Sjael was perched quietly, a lantern propped next to her. She sat on a blanket, wearing her purple jumpsuit and boots, her long arms wrapped around her equally statuesque legs. A combination of the starlight and glow of the lamp made her cool skin seem to be made of marble, her near-black eyes and hair almost reflective as well. Tech sat down next to her. 

“What are you planning on doing out here?” asked Tech. Sjael twirled her long dark braid in her fingers as she smiled at him. Her data pad sat next to her, a series of notes in Lang Belta already typed up. 

“Doing what Earthers used to do, what inspired them to explore the skies…watch the stars above. Did you ever do that, on the planet where you came from?”

“Not particularly,” admitted Tech as he touched his goggles, “Kamino was almost always stormy, and besides, we already have mapped the stars out. No need for new discoveries.” 

“You sound disappointed, Teki.”

“To be perfectly candid, I am,” said Tech with a gentle sigh, looking over at Sjael’s data pad, “It is delightful to find new things in nature, never seen or found before. It is one of the things I love doing when I am on missions with my squad.”

“Well, would you like to help me?” Sjael chirped, crossing one long leg over the other. Tech adjusted his goggles with a smile.

“But of course!” 

They both laid on their backs, staring at the stars above them, in a gentle silence. 

“What constellations are there?” asked Sjael aloud. Tech looked at her, arching a thick brow.

“What do you mean exactly?”

“It’s something we used for years, in our system,” the engineer explained, motioning with her hands towards the sky, “Shapes made by the stars, to help guide us.”

“It depends on what system we are in, I suppose,” Tech mused, rubbing his chin, looking back up at the stars. He heard Sjael purse her lips next to him. 

“How many systems are in your galaxy, Teki?” 

“Countless, but of the current ones that I have been to, well over two hundred.”

He rolled over, and admired Sjael’s profile, her large lips, pert nose, and long, slender neck. Tech wondered what her skin felt like in the coolness of the station’s night. 

“Sjael…may I touch you?” 

It never ceased to amaze him how large and dark Sjael’s eyes were as she looked at him, her black, sculpted brows arching over them. 

“I thought you’d never ask,” she purred, her Belter accent making her words seem to dance as she spoke them. He gently touched her cheeks, as Sjael grabbed his other hand, smiling at him as she pulled herself closer to him. 

Tech nuzzled her face before both of them began kissing each other, gently letting their lips and tongues play, Sjael’s long fingers tracing down his back, grabbing and gripping his shoulders, his spine, his rear. Tech then leaned over to Sjael, and looked at her jumpsuit. He began unzipping it, gently. She smiled up at him, her teeth reflecting the light of the stars and the distant moons of the station. 

“Feeling like exploring beyond the night sky, eh, bosmang ?” Sjael asked, her Belter lilt especially saucy. Tech chuckled and shook his head.

“You are always fascinating to me,” Tech said softly back to her as he gently pushed the sides of her jumpsuit away, exposing her small, freckled breasts to the night air. He looked up at Sjael, a smile gently tugging on the side of his mouth. 

“You normally wear a shirt underneath your jumpsuit,” Tech noted as he began gently stroking one of her dark pink nipples, which began to harden gently under his finger. Sjael arched a brow at him as he smiled.

“You were planning on getting intimate with me, weren’t you? Is that the real reason you called me out here?” Tech asked curiously, moving his fingers to toy with her other nipple, now that the first one was completely erect in the night air, “Did you even want to look at the stars? I thought you wanted to know what I knew about them.”

“I did, I do, and you have an exceptional mind,” Sjael whispered huskily as Tech cupped her breasts, massaging them, “You can do both, sasa-ke ? Play with me, while telling me all about the night sky here. You are so very capable, bosmang .” 

Why do I love it when she calls me bosmang, Tech wondered as he began nosing her chest. Sjael stroked his hair as he gently began sucking on one of her breasts. She began to moan as he moved his hand down between her legs, deep into her jumpsuit. 

She really isn’t wearing anything under this, Tech realized as he moved his hands between her heat, quietly amazed at how incredibly slick she had become. Sticking his fingers deep within her, Tech realized the more his mouth and tongue played with Sjael’s nipples, the wetter she became, her body bucking against his hand. Her skin was deliciously salty, but soft. I could have her nipples in my mouth all day , thought Tech. 

His erection was almost painfully hard at this point, his skin practically screaming to get naked, his body wanting to become completely one with hers. Tech pulled himself back, and began taking off his clothes, as Sjael yanked off her jumpsuit. Before he knew it, Tech and Sjael were both nude under the stars. The Belter engineer shoved him back onto the blanket, much to his surprise. 

“Get on your back, Teki,” said Sjael, her voice husky, as she hungrily began sucking on Tech’s neck, “Lean back and relax.”

“And do what, exactly?”

“Tell me everything you know about the current star system we are looking at. I want to learn about it, and I know you can tell me everything.”

“There are 7,100,000,000 stars in our known galaxy,” said Tech as he looked at the night sky, laying on his back, his erection gently being rubbed up and down by Sjael, as she gently licked, then nibbled, both of his own nipples. He moaned, feeling precum gently edge out of him. Meanwhile, Sjael then gently moved down towards his crotch, kissing his stomach the whole time. Tech closed his eyes, and enjoyed the soft feeling of her lips on his skin.  

He gasped as she took all of his cock in her mouth, softly massaging his testicles at the same time, her long, thin finger gently pressing the muscles underneath them. Groaning, he could not help but marvel as he hit the back of the Belter’s warm throat, almost making her gag. Sjael suddenly pulled her mouth off of his shaft, the cool air contrasting the warm heat of her spit on him. His skin prickled with goosebumps over the feeling. 

“Keep talking as I blow you,” she whispered, rubbing his now wet erection with her free hand, soaked with her spit, “I have an exceptional mind as well. I can listen and work your cock at the exact same time.”

“There are 3,200,000,000 habitable star systems out of the stars, here,” Tech said, closing his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the engineer’s hot mouth working his sex, her fingers pressing the bottom of the shaft, massaging them. He ran his hand through her hair, and opened his eyes to look at the stars, which twinkled around two small moons above them,  “Only one billion of these systems have life. That makes it roughly one in three, not exactly in our odds for sentient lifeforms to live.”

“Mmmm,” moaned Sjael, the humming of her mouth making a wonderful vibration on Tech’s erection. Her tongue gently encircled the tip and shaft as she pulled up again. Tech bit his lower lip, holding back a gasp. 

“ Tenye du wedzha ?” Sjael asked quickly, before putting Tech’s erection back in her mouth. He gasped, the sensation between the cool night air and her soft wet tongue once again shocking him, this time making his eyes roll back.  

“What was that?” He gasped as Sjael pulled herself off his cock once again. 

“ Me du sensa, Teki ,” Sjael laughed as she began stroking his erection hard, the warm spit from her mouth feeling wonderful around her grip, “I asked if you want to make a wager.” 

“Oh, of course,” Tech moaned, not looking at her, “And what is that?”

“That you can not finish telling me a fact about the star systems before you come.”

“I can do both,” the clone uttered as he put both of his hands on Sjael’s head, as she went back to sucking his cock. 

He closed his eyes again, and tried his best not to ejaculate down the Belter’s hot throat. Think of all the facts you know about space, and tell her. But do not ejaculate. Tech, do not finish just yet. You can do this. 

“There’s the Wild Space , where Kamino is, where I am from–mmmh!” Tech grunted before he could end his sentence, coming inside of Sjael’s mouth. The engineer kept sucking as he finished, forcing Tech to breathe deeply, leaning fully into the blanket. The clone was now staring at the stars above him, his fingers deep into Sjael’s dark hair. He bucked his hips into her face, forcing her to swallow everything that he had, hard. Though he was somewhat disappointed that he finished so soon, Tech could not help but smile softly at the night sky. 

I did not want to finish just yet but oh, my word…if I died right now, with her lips around me while I was talking about star systems and statistics in this quiet night…I would die a very, very happy man. 

Sjael now crawled up to him, placing her head on his shoulder. Tech pulled off his goggles as he put his arms around her. Tracing the tattoo around her neck, he smiled. 

“Why did you take your goggles off?” asked Sjael, as Tech traced around the symbol for ethyl vanillin on her throat. He leaned over and began kissing it, imagining it tasted, smelled , like the vanilla bean that she had shared with him earlier. It made her giggle. 

“I want to see you–the winner of the bet–without them, that is why,” he said, gently moving her on her back, slowly working his way down her body. He stopped at her breasts, and gently nibbled and sucked both of them again, before moving down between her legs, repeating the path she had done before for him. Tech smiled as Sjael moved and moaned under his mouth. 

“If your mouth is busy down there, how are you supposed to tell me more facts about the stars in your galaxy?” panted Sjael as Tech spread her thighs. He raised his brows at her. 

“I would prefer to hear about the chemicals on your neck,” he said calmly to her, “You were very withholding the last time we talked about them. Start with ethyl vanillin, please.” 

She is so wet , he realized as he flicked his tongue across her clit as she gasped, I wonder if that was me. Why am I asking this, of course it was. 

“Ethyl vanillin is…mmm, it is a synthetic flavoring compound that tastes like vanilla and…hhmm, is often used to make things taste sweeter.”

Just like you , thought Tech saucily as he dug his tongue deeper in Sjael’s warm folds. Like her breasts, she tasted of salt, savory. I wonder what she ate before she called me over, wondered Tech. She grunted with pleasure before she continued.

“The, umm, starting material for its synthesis is guaiacol, which is a substance derived from lignin, a natural polymer found…oh, ah, Tech, Teki, I’m about to come.”

Then do it, he thought, suddenly sucking on her clitoris hard, come for me, know that I worked your body perfectly to make you feel so good . And it is nice to know that we both finish so quickly. If only I placed the bet now, ha!   

Sjael’s body shook as she orgasmed. Tech held onto her thighs hard, still sucking on her sex, which seemed to drip with excitement. He stuck two of his fingers into her while continuing to work with his mouth. So very similar to a computer system, he almost laughed to himself, just press the right buttons and she’s completely open. Ha! 

“Please go back to discussing the chemical solution,” Tech asked, quickly wiping his mouth on his shoulder and going right back into Sjael, who arched her back. 

“Then, you will need to begin the etherification of guaiacol…ah, Teki, you’re going to make me come again!” she wailed, grabbing his hair and smashing his entire face into the source of her pleasure. He dug into the jungle scented heat of her, allowing her to completely surround his face.  

He wiped his mouth again, this time on his wrist, and gently crawled up to Sjael. She smiled at him, panting. The starlight made her pale skin glow. He laid next to her, and looked up at the sky.

“You orgasm exceptionally quick and hard,” he noted. Sjael raised a sculpted eyebrow at him.

“It takes one to know one,” she quipped back. Tech gently laughed as he put a hand behind his head. 

“What technically makes a collection of stars a constellation?” asked Tech. Sjael cuddled closer to Tech, and laid her head on his shoulder, her lips frowning as she thought aloud. Tech gently traced her spine, admiring the small bumps through her soft skin. 

“According to one of my professors,” Sjael explained, her Belter lilt making the words almost musical, “It was Inners, many thousands of years ago, who saw patterns in the sky. They made up stories about them.”

“What kind of stories would one make up from patterns?” Tech asked aloud as Sjael gently began tracing his pectoral muscles with her long fingers. 

“Stories about heroes, for one,” she replied, circling her fingers around his right nipple, “A man who defeated a many-headed monster, a beautiful princess chained to a rock, a great hunter who loved an even greater huntress. Animals too—a big bear and her baby, a swan, a male cow ... .things most of my people have never, will never see.”

“Strange,” Tech stated with a frown as Sjael moved her fingers to his collarbones, “Why those things? I do not see them in the sky, or even suggestions of a pattern resembling those objects. Just lines, dots, subjects of that nature.”

“I couldn’t tell you, Teki!” Sjael exclaimed with a light laugh, gently stroking the muscles on his neck, moving her fingers up to his ears, softly touching them, making him close his eyes, “I don’t see those objects, either. Silly Earthers must have been so bored where they were, only seeing the stars far away. Besides, it is hard to see the constellations when you yourself are living in the stars, far away from the planet that those patterns were invented from.”

“That’s an excellent point,” replied Tech with a knowing nod. Sjael gently traced his nose, then his eyebrows, with a long finger.

“Why are you doing that?” he asked, turning to look at her as she gently smiled. 

“You have exceptionally lovely features, so expressive and smart,” she replied, tapping the very tip of his nose, where it dipped slightly, “Did you know that?” 

Tech frowned, gently touching the Belter’s long fingers.

“Really? Well, I never thought of my face as anything different from the other clones. Perhaps, somewhat differently, I am a deviant member of the army I came from, remember.”

“Right,” noted Sjael, sighing as she rolled onto her back, putting her arms behind her head, away from the clone. Tech turned on his side, looking at her.

“What is it? You are frowning, and not touching me any more. Did I say something?”

“Yes, by me,” said Sjael, avoiding his eyes, “I’m still embarrassed, Teki. From what I said the other day.” 

“About how you thought my squad and I were not clones?”

“That, and how easy it would be to kill you all off with a single strain of a biological weapon. That was so gross and awful of me to suggest that, how to wipe out thousands of humans like myself, and you as well. I am still sorry.”

“How many times do you need to apologize to me?” asked Tech, his voice curious, but not offended, “You do not need to, any more.”

“I know, but I can still feel terrible that I said that,” responded Sjael, folding her long legs across each other. Tech leaned over, and decided to start tracing Sjael’s body, the way she had his. He began under her breasts, delicately feeling the silklike curves of her skin in the night air. The clone smiled at the incredible softness of her body.

“You were merely curious, and voiced it out loud. There is nothing wrong with that,” Tech said as he kept circling Sjael’s breasts, moving his fingers up to her nipples. She giggled softly as he began softly flicking them again with his thumb.

“You really love them, don't you, bosmang ? A regular matnamang , if ever I met one.”

“It’s not like I got to play with breasts on a regular basis, growing up in isolated military barracks on Kamino,” replied Tech with a soft smile at Sjael, gently cupping an entire one with his hand, for Sjael’s breasts were not large at all, “They are quite soft, and I daresay fun.” 

“Couldn’t you, I don’t know,” Sjael motioned with her hands as Tech flicked his thumb across one, “Find a chubbier clone and get frisky with them in the showers? Give their matnas a bit of a squeeze?”

“Sjael, you are vile !” Tech exclaimed, wrinkling his nose at her as he pushed himself back from her. The Belter laughed loudly and wickedly, covering her eyes with a long hand. Tech couldn’t help but chuckle along with the ridiculousness of it all. He grabbed Sjael by her wrists, and pulled her on top of his midsection. Sjael’s dark hair fell around her slender shoulders, and her soft skin seemed to reflect the starlight, making her glow. Moreso, the heat radiating from between her legs onto Tech’s naked torso made him immediately get erect again.

“Let me sit up, and you sit up as well,” he suggested. His erection pressed anxiously against her behind, begging to go inside of her. Sjael grinned, putting her hands on his shoulders, pressing her body against his. He hummed gently, for she was so very warm against the cool night air. 

“And do what?”

“Tell me what celestial phenomena you see in the stars, and I will tell you what I see in the stars as well.”

“While I ride you, Tekimang ?”

“While you ride me.” 

Without hesitating, Sjael grabbed his now hard cock, and quickly mounted herself onto it, sighing with pleasure. Tech, meanwhile, moaned with relief as she put her hands back on his shoulders. She was wonderfully wet, but whether it was from him or her this time, he could not say. They both looked up at the stars.

“What patterns do you see?” whispered Sjael, wrapping her legs around his torso, making him sit up and completely meld into her. Tech thought to himself as he thrust himself deep into Sjael, making her grunt with pleasure. 

I do not know what is better , Tech thought, the feeling of myself inside of her, or the fact that I am making her feel so good. All while we discuss astronomical locations above us. Just wonderful. 

Why we never were encouraged to seek out other humans and love them, touch them, know them, feel them like this, I would never understand. A tragedy for so many clones, for this is amazing. 

Tech’s face rubbed against Sjael’s neck as he looked into the night sky, holding her tight against his body.

“I see a cluster of smaller stars,” replied Tech, looking up at the dark sky, “Near a bright yellow light, it must be a gas planet.”

“Like a flower?” Sjael moaned, riding him harder, her eyebrows twisting with pleasure, grabbing his hair, “We call those daisies, back in my universe.”

“Yes, yes, a flower,” grunted Tech as he continued to shove himself as deep as he could into the Belter, making her yelp in pleasure, “Let’s call it the flower constellation. You see it, as do I. What else do you see?”

“I see a wave, a gorgeous wave of water,” said Sjael as she gasped again, her fingers digging into Tech’s shoulders. He grabbed her rear, and pressed it deep into his cock. He felt her sex tighten around him, which made him grunt in pleasure.

“Let’s call that the wave constellation. Keep riding me, keep talking, keep going!”

“Another collection of stars together, near the north, oh, it looks like a ladder!”

I am going to ejaculate again, thought Tech, his eyebrows knitting together, burying his nose into Sjael’s soft skin, then back up at the night sky, focus on the stars, focus on her voice, do not fall into this. Keep going with her. Oh her skin is so warm and velvety, I want to lick every part of her skin, I want to mold myself into her, I just want to finish in her right now, oh she feels so incredibly good inside and out. 

“I bet that’s a new star cluster,” moaned Tech as he thrust himself deeper into Sjael, using his knees to balance, “Wild space has many. A ladder constellation–so practical, so Belter! Do you see any black holes? We are in wild space!” 

“Are we–mmm–technically in wild space? Isn’t all of this wild space? Tech–Teki! I’m about to come again!”

Sjael dug her fingers deep into Tech’s shoulders, gripping him tightly as she came, hard, onto his cock, riding him fiercely, her face towards the sky. 

“Technically, no,” snarled Tech as he laid down onto his back, grabbing Sjael’s firm rear, thrilled that he managed not to come just yet in the Belter engineer. He dug his long fingers into her skin.  “Wild space is beyond the Outer Rim, where many planets and stars are still undiscovered. Like the constellations–uhm–that you’re telling me about. How many stars are in the ladder that you pointed out? Can you count them? I can!”

If I can count them and focus on them, I will not come as quickly, thought Tech smugly, biting his lower lip again, but I bet I can make Sjael come again. I am getting quite good at that. 

Sure enough, Sjael flung her head back, gripped Tech’s shoulders, and began loudly moaning his name, tightening around his cock as she came again. Then she began screaming as she fully orgasmed, riding him so hard, Tech wondered if she would bruise him. He also briefly wondered if his squad could hear the Belter’s wails of pleasure in the night, but then he decided that he didn’t care if they did. 

He came right after, grinding his teeth into each other, his fingers digging into the Belter so hard, he briefly wondered if he was going to draw blood. 

Sjael flung herself off of Tech, onto her blanket, gasping, as if she had just completed a swift jog. Tech leaned over to her. 

“You are practical,” Tech stated, tracing Sjael’s breasts, again, “And I like that.”

“And you’re quite creative,” noted Sjael as she tapped the tip of his nose, “I like that, too. Should you head back?”  

Meanwhile, Sjael sat up, and began tying her hair back into a braid. Once her hair was fixed, she grabbed her jumpsuit, and started getting dressed. Tech could not help but watch her, slightly disappointed that she was so quickly putting her clothes back on. He sighed and shook his head. 

“No, let us stay for a bit,” Tech said, as he picked up his clothes as well, putting on his blacks first, then his pants, shirt, and vest.

“ I want to make my own patterns in the stars, with your help,” he mentioned as he gently put on his goggles, looking at Sjael, who was putting her boots on, “Seriously, this time. Let me get my data pad, it is in my backpack. What do you think the name of that star is?”

“Is it still the ladder constellation?” Sjael asked, taking out her own data pad. She gasped as she felt Tech’s arm around her. The Belter engineer grinned at him. 

“Bosmang, you trying to get close? Haven’t you had enough?”

“It is nice to stay next to you, you are so very warm,” he said sweetly, kissing her shoulder. Sjael nuzzled his cheek, making him chuckle. 

“Get too close to a star, and they will burn you,”