Chocolate and Hangovers

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

She was loathe to leave the warmth of Flint's side. The way he held her made her think he really was going to try at this - it made her feel like nothing had changed yet. Maybe this could work.

"Okaaaay," she said and shot him a studious-look as curiosity dragged at her tone. "You know you didn't have to get me anything, right? You making sure I don't end up as a Hutt's slave after I've drank too much is more than enough."

She grinned.

Stepping away from his bare-chest, she knelt next to the box and pressed the button on the side to open it. With a swish, she saw the welding equipment and spare parts, perhaps from droids. She laughed and rocked back on her heels, looking up at her Captain.

"Wait, cooking made you think of this? I mean, don't get me wrong. I like to tinker with things..."

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

Flint watched the as the woman left his side, knelt over near the cargo-box and opened her up. She laughed, leaning back and looking up at him before chastising him. He leaned forward a bit to look at the inside of the box and found it wasn't filled with dark chocolate.

Poodoo. His mind cursed as his mouth raised and his eyebrows lowered. "That's not what's supposed to be in there . . ." He said as he headed towards cargo box 64, opening it to find a box of mining equipment. "Not there." He mumbled and headed over to cargo box 62, opening it and finding some hydrospanners.

"Gorram it. I can't find it." Flint said as he knelt down and sat next to Kitt. "You want me to find the manifest or shall we just keep searching through boxes?"

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

She gnawed on her lower lip, trying to keep the giggle-fit threatening to come out contained. The most efficient thing to do would be to get the manifest. But where was the fun in that?

"What did you ever do pre-Tiam?"

Pushing up on her knees, she leaned in and gave Flint a light, tender kiss. She grinned and pulled back. "Let's keep looking."

Standing, she went over to box 33 and opened it. A pile of costume-type clothes fell out including some unmentionables. She plucked up a pair of red-lace panties for Flint to see. "You'll have to explain this shipment to me later. I'm guessing these belong to Danger Arcaneu?"

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

Flint laughed at her pre-Tiam remark, but before any snarky comment or smart-alec response could come he found a B.A. Mechanic who was clearly a ten on the hotness scale leaning into him. Time stopped for a moment as she came closer, their eyes closed, and they came together for a moment as tender as it was brief. Pulling back with a wolfish grin on her face she said they should keep looking, and she was right, but the only thing Flint could think was Are you sure? But he managed to keep such thoughts to himself, if only barely.

"Can't remember the who, but it's going to . . . Etti IV." Flint said. Wanted to say that was one of ATC's headquarters. "I'm sure they won't miss one if you like 'em." He smiled, as he opened box 38. He examined the contents within to find an array of toiletry items.

"Did you know that they sell stuff to give wookiees perms? In a bottle?" Flint asked, with a surprised tone to his voice. The thought of a wookiee with a perm never really entered his mind.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

She laughed. "I out drank a wookie once in a small dive on Hoth. They are surprisingly, light weights. I'm trying to picture how a perm would hold up in the cold, though."

She wandered to crate 37. "Maybe we should try those curls on your hair, Captain?" Twin-chestnut brows lofted, a slow grin spreading on her lips. She hit the switch to the crate and leaned halfway in before peeking out.

"Hey Flint. You have to come check this out."

To the mechanic's credit, she kept a straight face with a mostly convincing tone. If he came over and leaned in, he would get a pillow to the face. Apparently crate 37 had all shapes, colors, and sizes of them. Who knew they were so popular in a galaxy far, far away?

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

"Ehhhh. Maybe later." Flint replied to the curl comment before Kitt peaked out from behind crate 37 and told him to come over. And who was Flint exactly to deny the summons of a lovely mechanic wearing his shirt? Putting back the wookiee shampoo thing and closing up crate 38 he headed over to Kitt's side and leaned over to see what was up.

He soon learned it was a bundle of fluff.

"You half-drunken, sith lord catchin' chestnut haired grease monkey!" Flint yelled with a smile as he pulled a pillow out of crate thirty seven and pulled it around towards Kitt, aiming to bop her a good one. That'll show her.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

"Hey," she stumbled forward from the pillow to her head and regained her footing. "I am perfectly sober right now!" Stepping forward and gripping her fluffy weapon with both hands on one end, she went for a solid swing across that bare chest of his followed by a swing to the side of his derrière.

The playful grin never left her face as she gulped back a fit of the giggles. At least the wasn't scared of her after all that force user talk.

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

"Yeah, and how long will that last?"

The smile never left her pretty little face as a strong bop rang throughout the cargo hold as pillow struck his bare chest. Flint whipped his pillow unto her shoulder as she pulled it around and went a bit lower in her strike. He pressed his pillow over to the lady's torso. Just like his mechanic the smile never left the captain's face.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

"Too long," she grinned even as she absorbed the hit from his pillow. She moved quickly and stepped in, against his chest. Toe went to hook around the back of his ankle as she wrapped her arms behind his back in a bear-hug, keeping her pillow against his back. She want to tackle-trip him to the cargo-floor.

Mid-tackle, she managed a breathless challenge. Of course, even trying to knock off his center of balance was like trying to move a statue of bricks. The man was solid.

"If I get you to the ground you have to just tell me what we're trying to find in these boxes."

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

Legs crossed over his own, arms wrapped around his torso, pillow touched his back, and Kitt's chest hit his with a thump. His arms came around her shoulders as he rocked backwards, farther and farther towards the ground. Midway through the tackle she put up terms, and a second later they were both on the ground.

"That" He said as his hand moved from her shoulders to her sides, poking and ticking her here and there. "is not fair." Flint laughed and then for a moment stopped. Just looking up at the mechanic above him. He'd pull her in closer, bring his lips at her neck, her chin, then her mouth. Hand would drift slowly down her sides, tracing the curves of her body till they found the edge of his shirt and began to wrap around them, starting to pull upwards revealing . . .

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

She snorted with the tickling about to yelp out her own not fair. Of course those sounds quickly transitioned into kisses and more pleasurable expressions. While he worked at removing her clothes (well, his borrowed shirt), she worked to remove the obstacles remaining in her way. He would see every scar, freckle, curve, and valley on her body.

If there was glass on the cargo-bay doors they would be more than fogged up by now as the scene faded back to the unopened cargo box containing the chocolate hyperdrive before fading to black.

. . .