Hey Starkids :) this is my first shot at Taz and Up fanfic so I hope you enjoy it! :) I'll try to upload as many as possible as soon as possible :)

I don't own Taz or Up or Starship :( all credit to Team Starkid

Accent

The bright moonlight intruded through the gap in the dull drapes. Spilling across the shape of two figures lying together on the bed, cuddling close.
"Hey, Up?" asked the smaller of the two, her voice soft and sleepy. The older, bigger male figure opened his shining blue eyes, answering "Yeah Tazzy?" His voice was muffled as he spoke into the top of her unruly raven locks. "Can I ask jou something?" replied Taz, leaning back to look into Up's eyes. "Of course," he answered, unable to suppress a grin. "Where is jour accent from?" Taz, in her sleepy state, sounded dozy and quiet yet her own thick Hispanic accent was as prominent as ever.

Up drank in the sight of the girl he loved as she peered up at him with adoring dark chocolate eyes. "It's Southern. The State and county of Mobile, Alabama to be exact." The commander couldn't help but think back to the place where he was born and bred. The wide, open spaces, the dusty landscape with its occasional tumbleweed, the saloons and rodeos. I wonder if it's still the same, he thought to himself. I must bring Taz there some day. Taz smiled a small, sleepy smile and said, "I like jour accent Up." And she pecked his lips chastely before snuggling back into him. Up grinned. "Thanks Tazzy. And I like yours, mi amor." He kissed her hair and quietly listened to her breathing as they both fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.

Dat Ass

The crew of Starship 15A-2, well rather the male crewmembers and Taz, all sat around the common room. The smoke from Up's cigar wafted around the room, mixing with the smell of beer to give an intoxicating smell. It was Taz and Up's unofficial engagement party arranged of ridiculously short notice, much to Februarys dismay. The rest of the girls had all retired to bed hours ago but Taz, ever the tough son of a bitch, stayed up with her new fiancé and the guys.

Laughter filled the heavily scented air as they went around telling stories and dirty jokes. "You know I love all you guys, right?" slurred Bug, the lightweight in the room. They mumbled a thanks and the Commander hugged him tightly. And they went back to playing poker.
Taz left sometime around 3am, leaving Up with a chaste kiss and in charge of the now more than tipsy rangers and a passed out Tootsie.

"You know," Krayonder started, "we're some pretty lucky sons of bitches. I mean, look at the women we've got; Bug has February, who's dayum fine and has zero gag reflex," he said with a wink to with Bug answered with a smug grin. He continued, "Tootsie has Mega Girl, the mega babe. Specs is smart and hot and Up, well sir, Taz; she's one fiesty piece of ass. Ooh boy, dat ass man! Woah!"
Up's expression of amusement at Krayonders drunken ramblings shifted once the blonde started talking about Taz in such a vulgar way. In a split second he had the Ranger pinned against the wall with his knife fixed firmly on his throat. "Krayonder, if I ever here you talk of my fiancé, or any other female on this ship, in such a way again, I swear to dead God it'll be the last thing you ever do. Do I make myself clear?" Krayonder gulped, "Yessir." The Commander shoved him hard, just to scare him, before turning away and grabbing the last of his beer and cigar. "I think this party's over boys. Thank ya'll for a great night but I have my 'fiesty ass' fiancé waiting for me in bed. Goodnight gents." And with that he left, leaving Krayonder scared to death as Bug just sat there, well, bug eyed.

Sing

"Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me, oooooooh!" Up sang as the scalding hot water beat down on him.
Up always sang in the shower. Always. Usually songs from a bygone era that Taz had never even heard of, but on the upside, gave her ammo to tease him about his age.

Now, as Up belted the song out, his booming voice bouncing off the tiled walls, Taz snuggled down further under the plain, G.L.E.E issued comforter, hiding from the offending noise that woke her. She pulled a pillow over her head, trying to either block out the noise or smother herself.

The shower shut off and minutes later Up entered the bedroom with just a towel around his waist and his silver hair still dripping onto his broad muscled shoulders. He smirked crookedly at the sight of Taz buried under the excessive bed covers. He lay down beside her, burrowing down beneath the covers and wrapping his arms around her. "Is it over?" she mumbled. Up peered at her sceptically, "What d'ya mean Taz?" She wriggled around to look at him with irritated brown eyes. "Jour singing. I was just about to go in there and kill jou." Up continued to stare at her, still not getting what she was getting at. "Jour singing, it's like a dying oso! Please, just not so early." She stroked his face lovingly, hoping she didn't hurt his feelings. Up laughed it off. "Ya know, next time you should come in there and shut me up yourself," he said, winking playfully. Taz smirked. "Jou wish, old man."

Up's eyes sparkled as he growled and began to tickle the petite woman. A girlish giggle bubbled from her mouth as she tried to fight back hopelessly. Up had her pinned down and her tickles were her Achilles heel. "That'll teach you to mock my singing and my age in the same breath, Lieutenant," he said, and started to belt out another tune. Taz squealed, "Stop! Mercy!" and giggled uncontrollably again. She lunged forward and caught his lips in a kiss. He stopped at once and kissed her back. "Por favor, stop singing," she whispered against his lips before catching his lips in a loving, tender kiss.

Games

Up loved sports. Religiously watching any games that were on the TV, he had his favourite teams and players. But now, after his injury, the robotic limbs on his entire right side and his aging of his body, the Commander could no longer join in with the younger Rangers as they played friendly games of football or basketball. But he always sat on the sidelines, shouting harmless abuse at the players. He missed the thrill, but he still enjoyed the games.

The silver haired Commander groaned inwardly as he crossed his legs, hiding the "problem" he now had. His gaze was fixed on Taz who lifted the hem of her tank top to wipe her brow, revealing her flat, tanned abdomen. She looked serene and sexy. Looking over and catching his eye, she winked and licked her lips before continuing with the game.

Yes. Up still enjoyed the game, especially the games that Taz tortured him with whenever she got the chance.

Paradise

The bed was softer than lying on a cloud. Under the covers it was toasty and warm, hidden away from the cool temperature of the October air. He was still fast asleep, a slack smile on his lips. Taz breathed in his warm, familiar scent of sandalwood, cigars and something else she could quite put her finger on, it was like burnt sugar. Cuddling closer into Up's side, her head resting in the crook of his neck, he subconsciously wrapped his arms around in that protective way she loved.

This was paradise.

Hope that didn't suck too much! I should update by the end of the week.
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Love Amy x