Pointless smut. Takes place sometime during Chapter 6, during the fourth watch the night before Doyle reports to his new duty station.

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The Captain and First Mate were on patrol. Second Mate had the watch, and was stationed on the bridge. The Captain preferred doing these routine checks at night, when most of the crew was sleeping and he had less people to worry about. In all honesty, it still bugged him that there were so many people on his ship, but the payoff on the ship's maintenance was enough to keep him satisfied. Beside him, the First kept shooting him odd glances.

"Problem?" he asked. The lights were a bit lower than usual for the night shift, but always on. They both wore their cuts, and he had his hat. Her lips twitched slightly.

"No, no problem," she answered, sing-song and amused.

He didn't pry, but kept an eye on her.

Engineering was the next stop – the Captain rapped sharply on the hatch, and he was answered by a tallish, bald fellow in a yellow jumpsuit. He immediately stood at attention with a salute.

"Captain," he greeted in surprise. "First Mate. How can I help you tonight?"

"Engineering report, if you please," the Captain replied. "Michael, right?"

"Yes, Captain." He let down his hand. "She's doing well. We're running at 84%, as per standing orders. The rig is fully stocked with crystals, although I think three of them will need recharging soon."

"Science has them already?"

"Aye, Captain. Last I checked, they should be ready by morning. Mind, we won't need them for another two days, but just in case."

The Captain smirked. "Good." He glanced into the room. "You're alone on watch?"

"Aye, Captain."

"How's Rhea fitting in?"

"Well, Captain. She reports to work promptly, and does her repairs with zeal. I'm just sorry she doesn't have much else to do all day."

"Better to have nothing to do, than too much, Michael. Don't forget it."

"Aye, Captain."

The First Mate nodded as well, and Michael saluted them before the hatch closed.

What the Captain was not expecting was for the First to grab him by the lapels.

"Fuck it," she growled enticingly. "I'm not waiting."

She stole a kiss from him, and while he wasn't exactly prepared, he wasn't surprised.

He let out a murmur around her lips, and she let go. "Really?" His voice was amused.

"Really really," she answered. She leaned herself against a wall, and dragged him with her.

He gave a light chuckle as he kissed back, slipping his hands under her sapphire coat. One rested on a hip, while the other traveled up her back. She made a soft sound of happy, and he broke the kiss.

"My, ah... apathy. Seems to have developed a bit of... voyeurism in you," he noted, not remembering if those were quite the words. Her fingers left his lapels, one traveling up the back of his neck, another slipping under the cloth.

"Apathy," she echoed, a throaty whisper. "Like you don't care." Her lips were just not touching his as she entwined her fingers into his mane. He let out a small happy too, and delight crept over her smile.

"There is the crew," he warned half-heartedly.

"Fuck the crew," she answered. "Captain, my Captain."

Her hand found an ear and tugged ever so slightly, and she stroked his collarbone with a thumb. He let out a harsh exhale.

"So rough," he almost complained, but it was more amusement than pain.

"But you like it," she teased, scratching at the extremity. His whole body coiled, the fingers under the coat curling into her skin.

He let out a kind of hiss. "You're horrible."

She giggled. "I know."

The hand at her hip reached back and took off the hat, tossing it to the ground. It didn't return to its spot, but instead slipped behind her neck, and his body pressed hers to the wall. This time he initiated, rough and hot, and their bodies melded together. She teased at his collar, finding the neck, wrapping her hand around it and trailing her thumb down. She tickled, and the claw at her back scratched down, down to her hip, finding a belt loop on her ship suit and hooking. While one grabbed at her bottom, the other grabbed at her top, entwining in her hair – the bountiful dreads that held all kinds of booby traps to keep him busy – and his mouth attacking hers. She brought her hands down his neck, sliding her fingers between ship suit and jacket, and spreading.

Any attempts at undress were at the moment blocked by his greedy hands. When at last he removed himself for air, he quickly shrugged off the offending jacket – causing a huge grin on her part – and took off hers as well.

"I caught you on a good night-" she started, but his mouth was on hers again. Soft and slimy, his tongue lapped at her lips, causing a shiver of delight to go down her spine as she opened herself to him. He probed, his mouth busy, while his fingers made quick work of her ship suit. Before long, he was inside, the sapphire blue off of her shoulders, revealing the mud brown that he so desired.

She had only a tank on underneath. Tricksy little human had been plotting.

She was terrified and delighted by the dark chuckle that left his throat as he withdrew and pushed her head to one side with his own, and she was reminded again of 'making love to a velociraptor'. Hot breath growled from between his teeth as he found an ear and nibbled, tugging back.

She let out a delicious sound. His hands were under that tank, trailing up the curve of her back, soft and firm and warm, and pulling, tugging that shirt up. It got lost in her hair, but neither of them gave a shit. He leaned back at the hips, his back curling in an inhuman act of grace that always caught her off guard. His lips and teeth found one, and suckled and nipped at it, causing her to grind her teeth, her fingers finding his shoulders and gripping tight. That wicked tongue of his was lashing at her, teasing, tormenting, and then again with the teeth. His strong, nimble fingers were urging the suit down even more, ambitiously getting under her second layer, too. His touch in that spot on her hips made her gasp, even as she fought back a groan from his torments.

There was a moment's reprieve as he switched to the other. What had once been unnoticed and useless had blossomed into a fruit of boundless joy and ecstasy as he'd watched them bloom, nurturing them and watering them with his own attentions. Her fingers clawed at his neck, up into the nape of his hair, in amongst tendrils and ears and a little jingling from his jewelry. His hands finally lashed away the blue cloth, and in a flash he was kneeling, gently peeling away the wrapper from the only kind of chocolate he would eat. His mouth found her navel, his tongue venturing in, making her shiver, and the cotton cover was at last at her ankles.

He didn't need to press very much to get her to lower and spread her legs. One hand left his head to hold on to the wall, and she was quite definitely biting her lips. He looked up at her, her honeyed eyes barely visible under heavy lids, and then at his prize.

She couldn't help the first gasp. After, she could hold it in, her chest heaving at his attacks, one hand grasping uselessly at the wall against which her backside was holding all of her weight, her legs quivering imperceptibly. His fingers, also, pressed and pawed at her hips and thighs, prodding and teasing, and further destroying her remaining strength.

At last, she let out a soft moan. "Stork..."

Between the sucking lips, lightly grazing teeth, and that tongue that kept going, far past where any man could go, she was very quickly losing it. He tortured her for a long second longer before withdrawing, returning to his full height.

It was like watching a snake arc back before attacking his prey. Those yellow eyes took her in, that mouth wet from her own juices. He nuzzled his nose against hers, growling ever so slightly, but not forcing the kiss, even as her own perfume filled her nose.

For a moment, he caught his breath, his hands once more resting on her hips, bare and naked before him. He traced one up her back, the other trailing up her front, touching that spot that to his people was so sensitive. Her shaking hands fell on him as well, though he was still suited up.

Her fingers trembled on the buttons. A hand reached out to hold them.

"You really want to continue this here?" he asked, forcing himself to speak. His voice was strained, and she knew he was fighting the urge to continue on.

She gave her mind a second to clear out. "Well... Otherwise, we have to wait on Science's report." Her words barely made it out.

He smirked, letting out a small laugh. "You get upstairs. I'll take care of science."

Like the shadows of night when the morning sun rose, he seemed to disappear from her sight. Shaking, she reached back and pulled her tank from the tangles of her hair. She slipped the suit back up and shrugged it on, a small smile on her face as she buttoned. She stuffed the tank into a pocket, and retrieved her jacket. His, too, was there on the floor, and she gathered it.

Were it not for the yellow trim, she might have missed the hat. That made her grin biggest of all, and she had a devilish smile as she picked it up, and put it on her head. She stuck a tongue out of one side of her mouth as she made her way to the nearest ladder, sashaying as she went.

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Author's Note: 'Tricksy' is a derivation of 'tricky', stolen from Tolkein's Lord of the Rings series. It's one of Gollum's words.