Chocolate and Hangovers

[Kitt Solo]

Mentally, she promised herself she would never call the captain again for a drunken ride back to the ship. Physically, she couldn't keep that promise after making a bet against a pair of Mandalorians and a Zeltron during a drinking game. The bounty hunter won but it cost her.

And it cost Flint another over-the-shoulder ride and his bed erm, couch.

A few hours later, her eyes cracked open and she groaned. Burnt chestnut strands of hair tangled around her shoulders. A palm pressed against her aching forehead.

"I think I want to die," the whimper left her lips.

Luckily, the other girls were still out on leave.

[member="Flint Michigan"]

 

[Flint Michigan]

"I think I want to die." Flint heard the Corellian mechanic groan quietly as she awakened. She wasn't as bad as that one time he had to pick her up from her gay friend's ship but still pretty bad. She'd soon hear the sizzle of nuna eggs cooking. Flint had already eaten his breakfast, by merit of waking up before noon, but the Sith-Capturing Bounty Hunter had no such luck.

"I not really sure you do." Flint said in reply, just loud enough for her to hear. "You've got way to much to look forward too. Those eggs. This cup of water." A glass would be laid within reach of her. "That hangover cure I've got in the conservator. Alone time with your dashing young captain." He said as he pulled up a chair and sat next to her a second. Didn't have long with the Nuna eggs frying but he'd take the time to sit with her a second. A hand grabbed hers and gave a gentle squeeze, his lips curling upwards, though she might not have been able to pull her head up to see it.

"And maybe even some dark chocolate."

[member="Kitt Solo"]

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

Chestnut brows lofted beneath fanned fingers across her face. Eyes peeked up at Flint beneath the slits. Her thumb brushed across his fingers.

"Oh? Time alone with you and dark chocolate? Maybe I should get plastered more often."

A tired smile peaked out from beneath her palm. Hand left her face and pulled a credchit card from her pocket beneath the blanket. "But look what I got. There should be over 500 credits on this. We can put it toward the ship and hangover cure fund." She held the card up to him in the dim lighting of the ship's living room.

 

[Flint Michigan]

Flint smiled. "500 whole credits? Maybe we should both get drunk next time." Flint joked as he examined the chit card before realizing something.

"You know, I should probably stop those eggs from burning." He said as the sizzle of nuna eggs became a bit louder. Letting his fingers drift off of hers rather than simply letting go he headed back to the 'kitchen', really just a few cooking items stuck in a corner of Flint's 'room', and began pulling the eggs off of the cooker and setting them onto a plate. He got a fork and a couple condiments and headed back over, laying them on the table next to her water. They were a bit brown, but a little crunch never hurt anybody.

"C'mon, eat some, drink some. Make you feel better." He said as he gave a light poke to her side.

[member="Kitt Solo"]

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

"Okay, okay," she groggily batted his poking hand away. With more effort than she wanted to admit, she sat up and swung around so the couch back was where it was supposed to be. She pulled her legs up to cross, Naboo indian-style and hovered over the plate of food, letting the smell tingle into her nose.

"Mmmm."

Wisely, she went for the water first and winced. The pounding was still there, in her head. She took a healthy bite of slightly burned nuna egg. It wasn't too bad. She tried to keep the surprise off her face because she had been expecting much worse. Ever since that time the Captain tried to bake that one pie...

She swallowed another bite. "So, how much of a pain am I? Hmm?" She grinned across the small space of separation at him.

 

[Flint Michigan]

Flint laughed in reply, perhaps a little too loudly for the headache battling [member="Kitt Solo"].

"Oh, sorry Kitt." Flint said in a much quieter voice, with a guilty grimace striking his face. "And you haven't passed out outside without taking a drink or thrown a shrapnel grenade into a barfight yet. You're the least of my pains." Flint joked, enjoying a chance to loosen up without others in earshot. "Aaand" He began as he leaned in a little closer to the mechanic. "a bit of my pleasures." He said as he leaned in just a bit closer, planting his lips to hers for just a moment.

"Gosh, you did go heavy on the drink didn't you?" He smirked. "What brought you to a bar called the Skinny Hutt anyways? You've got to have a little more sense than that."

 

[Kitt Solo]

"Kisses only make it better," she challenged before her hand came up to cover her mouth. She remembered when someone else made her feel as embarrassed as the Captain did. Letting her hand drop, she tugged at the fabric of her shirt and smelled it tentatively.

Yup, definite bar must.

"Hey. What's wrong with skinny hutts!" Lips twitched from wanting to smirk. "And I have sense. I'm here aren't I?"

She wanted to kiss those roguish lips of his again but she was too self conscious of her breath.

"And I have enough sense to take a sanisteam and brush my teeth." She pushed herself up, a little wobbly on her feet.

[member="Flint Michigan"]

 

[Flint Michigan]

Flint grinned as she argued she had sense. "And I'm happier for it." He said as she slowly placed a hand on the arm of the table to push herself up. He stood up himself, and took her spare hand, helping to pull her up himself. Except he'd use just a little more force to pull her up than he needed. Wouldn't have ripped her arms out of her sockets or anything like that, he wasn't a wookiee losing at dejarik, but it would have pulled her forward. If she didn't counteract that force and try to pull away from she'd be a bit off balance, coming forward. Causing he to lean, if not land, right into his chest. One hand of Flint's would still be aligned with hers. The other, if Kitt had come closer of course, would find it's way to the mechanic's waist.

"Well if I can't convince you to try my hangover cure I guess a sanistream isn't a bad idea." He said as his hands would begin to pull and nudge slightly towards the more operable refresher room. His mouth would curve mischievously upwards. "Let me know if you need any help in there."

[member="Kitt Solo"]

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

"Ommffff," she fell into his chest. She forgot how much she liked the feeling of that chest. A hand reached up to steady herself on his shoulder as they moved in something that looked like a slow dance to the operating refresher.

"If you wanted a dance, you just had to ask."

She grinned and shot him a smirk. "And I'm sure you would be very accommodating in the sanistream and I'll let you know if I need your assistance." Laughing, she planted a foul smelling kiss on him, lingered, then gradually slipped free to step inside.

Five to ten minutes later...

She stepped out refreshed, a towel wrapped snugly around her form, the bottom stopping at about mid-thigh. "So, what was this about a hangover cure?" Fingers came up to pick through the tangles in her damp hair.

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

"But it's so much more fun not too." Flint joked as they headed towards the refresher, Kitt firing her own smirk at him before reaching up for an alcohol-laced kiss. Though the refresher was but a step away they both hung there for a moment, until Kitt slowly drifted off into the refresher, and Flint headed back to the living area. He'd put up the blanket kitt had slept under, the half-drank cup of water and finish off the remnant's of her slightly burnt nuna eggs. Taking the dishes to the wash he'd begin to run the tap and soap them down, before he heard a familiar voice asking about a hangover cure.

Turning his head he'd find Kitt wrapped around in a towel, fingers trailing through her hair. A smile would find his face. "Well, I don't if you feel better but you look a lot better."Flint said as he flicked a bit of water from the tap in the general direction of the mechanic.

"Hangover cure is something I picked up in the navy back when I was a fighter pilot. If we ever got trashed before a drill he'd tell us to stomach this and keep on going. Always worked pretty well." Flint said as he pulled out a dark green concoction from the conservator that looked more like a swamp than a smoothie. If she thought his pie tasted bad? Well, she might have been happy with him after this.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

"Hey now. Don't waste our precious water." She shuffled over to Flint and plucked the bottle from his hands. Sliding off the top, she took a whiff and crinkled her nose. Tangled strands of wet hair dripped down her bare shoulders.

A gagging sound left her lips. "Uggghhh, I don't think I can do this. You. YOU took this stuff before?"

She nudged his shoulder with her own, not really caring if she got him wet.

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

"About once a week or so when I was eighteen." Flint said in reply as his shirt took a more transparent tone with the added humidity. His elbow headed over the top of the her opposite shoulder, his hand up to that soaked layer of chestnut hair she had.

"If you don't want to take it you don't have to but it always worked for me." Flint said as his fingers danced around her head, curling and weaving around wet strands of hair. "Wait, before you try it though." He said his arm curling around her towel, pulling her a bit closer and leaning in for another kiss. With it being post-tooth brush(hopefully) and pre-hangover cure there wasn't really a better time. He held her there for a moment, and another, and another more before letting it end. His face pulled back perhaps a centimeter, a smile wide across his face.

"Now you can have it." He said before leaning back and giving her room enough to have her drink.

 

[Kitt Solo]

It was Flint's lucky day because she used the extra minty toothpaste AND mouthwash. He would get a blast of that against his nose as she steadied her breathing. A hand cupped the side of his face, her thumb gently tracing the line of his jaw.

"Who needs a drink when I have this as a cure?" Reaching behind her, she managed to deposit the foul smelling bottle on the top of the conservator. Free hand came to circle the back of his neck, fingertips brushing through his hairline.

She kissed him again, longer. Things were starting to feel a little steamier than in the refresher. She eased back, finally.

"I should get dressed. You know, in case we get boarded by pirates or something."

A lopsided grin.

[member="Flint Michigan"]

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

Flint grinned as the mechanic set the concoction back into the conservator. Perhaps her skipping it wasn't a bad idea. As her arm curled above his shoulder and fingers played with the the beginnings of the hair on his neck he decided it was a good idea. As she leaned in and Flint closed his eyes he decided it was a better idea. They held there together lips locked for a while, longer then their last at the least, before Kitt pulled off only slightly. His arms were still around her, keeping her close, the fuzz of her towel not leaving his shirt.

"I should get dressed. You know, in case we get boarded by pirates or something." She said with an uneven smile, Flint eased his grip over her sides and took a small step back.

"Tell you what. You can use my room." Flint said, as his hands left her sides and found his own.

"And my shirt." He said as the above gif played out backwards.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

"Oh!" Single chestnut-brow lofted as her eyes scoured his form. "Do you think it would fit?"

She grinned.

Plucking the shirt out of his hands, she passed him to the other side of his 'room.' "And challenge accepted." Offering a devilish grin, she turned her back to Flint and dropped the towel on the back of the couch. The same back of the couch that covered the lower half of her body from Flint's view, stopping just below her hips.

She pulled the shirt on and flipped her damp hair free from the collar. The base of his shirt stopped at about the same distance the bottom of the towel did. Just decent enough.

She turned and slowly walked toward the spacer. Tongue clucked against her teeth as she shook her head, a spark of mirth dancing in her myrtle ellipses. "Won't you get cold, Captain?"

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

"Do you think it would fit?" Kitt asked, and Flint put up a smile, barely stopping himself from letting out a laugh.

"I think we can make it work." Flint said with a smirk on his face as she passed him, heading around the couch as she told him 'challenge accepted'. With a flick of a finger the towel that encased Kitt was no more, falling to the ground and Flint found himself leaning to the side and pushing up on his toes. As the shit came down and she pulled it down he'd quickly cease his lean-and-raise, Kitt turning around at about the same time. She might have seen him move, she might not have. Either way she didn't act like she had, at least not immediately.

She walked towards him in a slow pace, and he noticed how nice it was to look at her in his shirt. It was made for broader shoulders than hers, end of the head-hole extending about halfway to her shoulders, the sleeves that's go halfway down his bi/triceps landing just above her elbows, the bottom of the shirt landing at about the middle of her thigh. It obviously wasn't shapely or even flattering, most of the shirt extending well past the sides of her body, but for some reason it was still a beautiful sight. She clicked her tongue while shaking her head, before asking the question they solved not long ago in hyperspace. Would he get cold?

"Hungover mechanics, pirates raiding my ship, and now the cold is coming out to get me? Man, I live a dangerous life." Flint said before raising his shoulders in a small shrug. "I guess I could get some exercise done." Flint said, putting on a smile as he looked at the Corellian. "You should join in. Get some blood pumpin. See if it makes you feel better."

 

[Kitt Solo]

She grinned, the smell of cinnamon and something like cigars reaching her nose from the captain's shirt. She stopped her slow waltz just a step in front of his grin. She pushed up the sleeve of his shirt, pretending to muscle pose.

"Exercise?" She looked at her exposed bicep and back to Flint. "Don't you think my guns are too dangerous already?"

She winked and stepped closer, her hands, for once not covered in grease stains, traveled up the muscles in his arms. "But maybe we should compare." Fingertips brushed against his biceps before moving onto his shoulders.

"What kind of exercise did you have in mind?"

Flirt, flirt, cheese, cheese, flirt.

[member="Flint Michigan"]

 

[Flint Michigan]

"Compare? All right." Flint said with a smile and put his hands over [member="Kitt Solo"]'s, laying on his shoulder. He'd trace down her forearms, elbows, and do a light squeeze on her biceps. His face would show a mock re-coil in reply.

"Oooh, those guns. Man you're dangerous. I guess you got me on the upper body." Flint said as his hands moved off her arms and down to the back of her knees. "But what about the lower?" Flint asked as fingers would slide up the back of her leg until they were just above the edge of his shirt. They'd stop sliding their, but not moving as his arms curled together, pulling Kitt off the ground and pulling her towards him, her hips coming right above his.

"I figure this is a good start."

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

A small gasp escaped her lips as she went airborn. Arms snaked around the back of his neck as she pressed against him. "Lift often?" She grinned and leaned in to capture his sweet tasting lips with her own. She moved to kiss along his jawline but found herself stopping.

"Wait," a bit breathless. "Wait," like she needed to tell herself to pause more than him. She pulled back to look at him, a look of anxiousness and nervousness flickering across her features.

"I need to tell you something." All mirth was gone from her eyes, instead, replaced with extreme vulnerability.

She didn't want to tell him like this. But if they were going to, you know, dot, dot, dot, (and things certainly seemed to be headed that way) she had to. She would never do anything to hurt Flint and she knew how he felt about space wizards even if she didn't know the reasons behind it.

"Remember when I told you I was complicated?" Hands pulled back from his neck, her forearms resting casually on his shoulders in case he needed the space.

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

His mechanic pulled closer as she left the ground, letting out a gasp before asking if lifted often, a grin finding her face. Seemed one way or another the two of them always had to look smug. Not that Flint was complaining. He considered answering Kitt's question with a smug response of his own, but her face leaning in? It was too appealing to pass up. Her lips went up his jaw, and his went just a bit higher, laying a kiss on her cheek.

"Wait." She said and he stopped, looking at her for a moment confused. "Wait." She said again, before leaning back to look him eye to eye. "I need to tell you something."

Well that sounded serious.

"Okay." He said, the second syllable of the word hanging a bit. He'd walk over towards the couch, his bed, her changing-curtain and lower her down to have a seat. "What's up Kitt?" He asked, and he could feel her hands pull from his neck.

"Remember when I told you I was complicated?" She asked, and his mind went back to them over in the life support/hyperdrive room.

"I do." He said, and his tone grew a bit more sorrowful. "That other man?"