This is crazy. This is insane.
Then again, what was rational about this entire situation? Stuck on a ship far away from home, being kidnapped by aliens that look like blueberries, and having my brain messed with.
No matter how I look at it this doesn't make sense. I hate him. He's arrogant, cruel, and probably a liar. So why do I keep thinking about him? Why does he keep coming to see me? Why is it him that I run to when I have a nightmare? This is definitely not rational.
Maybe it's time I stop caring about what is or isn't logical.
Maybe it's time I admit that when I thought he might die on the operating table a piece of me would have died with him. Maybe it's time I admit that I love the way he smiles. Maybe it's time I admit his voice sends chills down my spine.
He's a bit dangerous. A bit intense. And a bit broken.
I don't care.
I find my feet have already made up their mind where they want to go. I'm almost to his quarters before I even realize I left mine.
I take a deep breath, and announce myself.
The door opens and I can tell he's surprised to see me this late. He opens his mouth to say something. Probably ask me what I'm doing here or if something's wrong. I don't care. I'm not here to talk.
I put my hands on his chest and push him back into his room. The door closes behind us. I can see the confusion on his face. I just smile, slide my hands up his chest, around his neck, stopping when my fingers find his long hair and I bury them in it.
Then I kiss him. He finally takes the hint. He kisses me back. His beard rubs against my skin and has me purring. I slide my tongue in his mouth and slide my hands up the back of his shirt. He returns the favor. His hands skillfully unhooking my bra in moments. I feel his rough fingertips graze across my nipples.
"Chloe," he moans as my hands slide down his pants.
"Bed." I gasp.
We fall onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and laughter. It feels good to laugh. It feels good to hear him laugh.
I smile as he pulls off my shirt and slides his hand down my pants.
I decide I'm going to like being insane.
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