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The Outer Worlds Fic

Captain Dottie X Maximillian Desoto

Author’s Note: So, there was this prompt/idea/something that I spotted, and I decided I would do one as well. I believe someone asked another human to write it, and well...I liked it. I decided I would do one as well. Anyway, I will get on with it!

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Her smile was enchanting, and Max decided this had to be the worst thing that had every happened to him. This was not a part of his original plan, which never consisted of...her. She is an absolutely beautiful, yet annoying to him all the same, the Captain that was not a variable he had considered.

“Cat caught your tongue, Vicar?” She laughed, and he rolled his eyes.

“What in the nebula is a cat? By Law, I think you make this things up,” he spoke, frustrated with himself.

“I forget you folks don’t have cats...too bad, may I add. They where elegant, sassy creatures, and a force to be reckoned with,” she sighed, and he gazed at her again.

“Sounds much like you, Dottie.”

Law, no! What did I just say?! Not part of the plan, Max! Not-!

“Aww, shucks! You really think so, darlin’?” She smirked, and he gave in at the nickname that left her lips.

“Yes honey, I do think so.”

Maybe I can bend the plan just a little- just to have some fun...

Her face turned blood red, and he felt pleased with himself at her reaction.

Just a little...and besides, I have never seen her flustered at any man’s advance.

“In fact, elegance may not be enough, really. You are a fascinatingly beautiful creature- Law, and sassy isn't even enough to describe that attitude of yours’s, dear,” he added.

The smirk that was applied to her lips made him curious to her next move, curious like when they play chess.

What is your next move, Captain?

Her eyes of emerald ore held mischief in them, and suddenly she leaned in closer from her seat towards him.

“You have no idea what you have just done, Maximillian,” she spoke lowly, and he slyly smiled at her.

“What would that be, hmm?” He leaned in closer to her.

Definitely, definitely not part of the pla-.

She pressed her lips to his, and he pulled her in further by the back of the neck. The kiss was somewhere in between tender and...not tender. He couldn’t exactly explain it, but it wasn't one of those tender kisses like in the serials. It was something of a long time coming, and it was a little rough, just like them. She grabbed him by the collar of his vestments, and pushed him back.

“Wake up, Max! Wake up right now or I-!” 

Felix? What?

“Vicar if you don't wake up, I will tell Dot to leave you!” Felix’s voice tore him from sleep.

His eyes peeled open, he wasn't in the kitchen with Dot, and neither where they kissing like feverish teenagers. No, he was surrounded by the hum of the ship and Felix’s awful shouting.

“I am coming! Shut up, you-!” Max snarled back, and he was interrupted by that angelic voice from his dreams.

“Stop shouting, please. I have a headache...just get up, Maximillian,” her soft voice came from outside.

It was soft and small, unlike her confident one full of mischief from his dream. He heard her pad down the hall to her quarters. He pulled himself from the bed, and pulled on his clothes he bought to replace his vestments for outside missions. 

“Are you primping yourself now? Hurry up!” Felix yelled, and Max was already frustrated with this miscreant.

“Please refrain from shouting, the Captain is not feeling well,” Ada spoke through the ship, and Felix sighed.

“Oh yeah. Wait- sorry!”

“She requested everyone be quieter, today,” Ada spoke again.

Max grabbed his “primping bag” (as Felix called it), and opened his door to see the Captain trudging back down the hall. His gaze fell upon her plump lips, the ones pressed up against his in his dream.

“Morning, Dot,” he greeted quietly, minding her headache.

“Morning, Max. Thank you for the hushed tone, darlin’,” she spoke, using the nickname from his dream.

“I heard you are feeling under the weather,” he spoke, and she nodded.

“Yes. Had headaches for a while now, but they come and go, thankfully,” she replied, and he nodded.

“I have some medication, if you would like some,” he replied, and she gazed at him with happiness.

“Really? Oh, I would love some, please,” she spoke, and he entered his room again.

She followed. Max began digging in his drawer for the medicine. She traveled to his bookshelf with curiosity, and she read over the many spines. He turned to hand her the medicine and saw her lick her lips.

How he wanted to kiss them, to kiss them with the hastiness from the dream. To grab her gently by the back of the head and draw her closer. For her hands to tangle themselves in his hair, as she pulled herself even closer. The dream didn't feel so far away, he felt that it could happen right here. Like how it happened in the dream. They where so close now. She was only a step away, he could capture her lips so easily. Just by stepping forward, turning her to face him, and then he could kiss her. 

But that is not the plan...I know its not.

He didn't pull her close, didn't turn her to face him, and didn't snatch her up for a kiss. Instead he watched her turn to face him.

“You don't read the same books as me,” she spoke softly, and she had a book in her hand.

“Well, what do you read?”

“Everything, but I enjoy romance novels,” she smiled, and he stared at her.

Romance novels. How cute.

“Life isn't a romance novel, you know.” Max spoke, and she smiled at him.

“It could be. Just have to meet the right person.”

She's so close. I could easily pull her in, and run my fingers down her arms- or maybe the small of her back. Pressing her lips against mine, could lead me down a different path with her. Change everything. I could kiss her, just for a moment...then we could forget it ever happened...

But I don't.

“Here is your medicine, Captain.”