My first work for the Razaya Week 2015, yay! Well, enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing cause if I have had we would have seen many Razaya kisses.


"Razer?"

The Red Lantern in question looks at Aya. She is already looking at him. "Yes, Aya?" He answers.

"I am receiving abnormal readings from the starboard of the ship. I have reasons to believe that one of my sensor relays is malfunctioning. I require your help in order to repair it."

He raises an eyebrow at her request. It is for the first time in days since she talks so much to him after the episode with Neuroxis. She has been trying to avoid him, barely talking to him and he made nothing to change this. They have barely spoken to each other since then. "You are more than capable of handling the situation by yourself." He replies and turns his attention back to his flickering panel. Wait, flickering?

"You have the requested technological skills to help me correct the malfunction. It will not take too long." She fights back. It seems that she wants to spend more time with him. Not that he has a problem with that aspect, no of course he doesn't, but he feels a little strange to be alone with her after making her upset, even if he doesn't know why she was upset.

"As I said, you can do it by yourself." He mumbles, not looking at her.

Hal Jordan sighs. "Razer, Aya is your crewmate, and - I'd like to think so - your friend, and she asked you nicely. Give her a hand and make yourself useful." He finishes.

Razer lets out a low growl of annoyance. "Yeah, right. I have to be useful. It is not as if I saved all of you more than once, helped Aya with the repairings..."

"See? You said it yourself. Why not to help her now too?" Hal asks, grinning.

The Red Lantern sighs. "Fine!" He snaps. Aya gets up and gives him a small smile. She starts walking and Razer follows her.

"And, Razer?" Hal stops him when Aya disappears from their line of sight. "Repair whatever happened wrong between you and Aya too, okay?"

With another low growl, the young Volkregian leaves and follows Aya.

"Do ya think it's a good idea, Jordan?" Kilowog, who has been quiet the whole exchange, finally speaks up. "Leavin' them together after she's done so hard to avoid him?"

"Yeah." Hal answers with a slight raise of his shoulders. "They've to come in good terms and they sure cannot with us here."


Razer sighs and cleans his hands up. "Here. I helped you. Now, can I leave?"

"Not yet." Aya answers.

"Aya, it was just a minor malfunction, even Jordan or Kilowog could have fixed it, and you were aware of that. Why did you want me to come with you?" He asks.

"I merely wanted to offer you a 'change of view', as they say." She defends herself and comes in front of him, looking at him straight in the eye.

"You're lying to me."

"I was not programmed to lie." She replies, not breaking eye contact with him.

"Was that your attempt at being alone with me?" He asks, seeming amused.

"Negative."

"I don't believe you."

"Well, probably you should." She mumbles and tries to walk past him. He smirks and grabs her by her shoulders, forcefully making her to look up at him.

"What was the real purpose of asking me to come here, Aya?" He asks her.

"Nothing of great importance." She answers, her brow furrowed.

"Aya..." He sighs. "It's been days in which you' have been avoiding and ignoring me, and out of a sudden, you asked me to help you with that. Come on, Aya! Tell me the truth!"

She only looks at his straight in the eyes, her jaw clenched.

"It has something to do with Neuroxis, doesn't it?" He asks, realization dawning on him. "Answer me, Aya!"

"Probably." She mumbles.

"Dammit, Aya! What did I do to you to make you this upset?! Did I hurt you? Did I tell you something wrong? Did I..."

"Stop!" She says. "Why didn't you want to help me with the repairs?" She tries to change the subject.

"Because..." He starts, realizing that he probably has to tell her the truth. "I upset you under Neuroxis' control. I... I never meant to hurt you, and knowing that I somehow did, and having no recollection about what I did... makes everything very... painful to me." He finishes.

"You did nothing wrong. It is not about you acting impolite or distant while , you did the opposite of all these."

"What?!" He asks incredulously.

"You followed me into the cargo bay. You came in just after I placed the weapon in a compartment." She starts and breaks the eye contact. "While you were not yourself, you started talking, about me being important to the ship, about my abilities regarding the control over the Interceptor... and with every sentence you were getting in a physically proximity with me." His eyes grow wide and the grip he has on Aya's shoulders tightenes. "You even touched me. You brushed my cheek and held my chin with your hand and... you even complimented my physical appearance. You seemed to be... fascinated by myself. You were extremly friendly towards me. I recognized it as flirt." His heart starts racing out of control as she raises her head up, looking at him. "You leaned down and attempted to kiss me. I calculated a probability of 67.5% that you were going to kiss me on the mouth. But you suddenly stopped and took the weapon instead." She finishes and falls silent, her eyes searching his face for any kind of answer. "Razer, what is your current status?" She asks after a few minutes in which both of them have been quiet. "I am reading an increase in your heartrate and breathing pattern, as well as raised temperature in your cheeks. Your body temperature is slightly increased, though not out of normal parameters. Are you alright? Does your mintal and/or physical state need medical assistance?" She asks concern, tilting her head to the side.

He is left speachless. He wasn't expecting that. His lips pinch together, thinned. He wants to be in physical contact to her, do do the things she has just said he had done but it is clear for him that what he has done to her, even possessed, did upset her. "Aya..." He whispers, seeming in shock.

Seeing that he is alright, she talks further. "It is not what you did that upset me. I found your actions quiet... pleasant." She confesses. "I... enjoyed them."

"If so... then why have you been this upset?"

"Because it was not you who made those actions." She whispers. "Under the excuse of taking the weapon, Neuroxis made you behave friendly towards me, in order to confuse me. He took advantage of my uncomposed demeanor and confused state, he took the weapon and..."

"Aya..." He cuts her off.

"Those actions made me feel... good, loved... After the truth about my physical appearance had been revealed to you, I began to think that you would never want us to be more than friends, or maybe not even friends. But during the possession, I was led by Neuroxis to think that you felt something more for me... that you cared about me and that you would want us to be... more than just friends. But I was mistaking. I realized that I will never be more than just the robot who stole your wife's appearance." She says, her expression becoming pained. "I should have known that you would never consider me..." She trails off, a tear flowing down her cheek like in that day when Drusa had taken control over her and forced her to attack Oa. When Razer had saved her. She tries to walk past him again.

"Aya, wait." He manages. "Will you listen to me?" Now everything makes sense for him. His reluctance in telling her how he feels about her hurts her. And he wants to change this.

"Yes. Proceed." She says, not looking at him. He turns around and takes a deep breath.

"That is a lie, and you know it. Aya, you are much more than just a robot. This appearance belongs to you now. Honestly, when I look at you, I don't see Ilana. Not anymore. I see you, Aya." He starts, looking at the girl he loves with all his heart.

"This is illogical. I wear her face. It is improbable that you do not think of her while looking at me." She says.

"No, it is not. You are not Ilana, and you will never be." She feels a twitch in her circuits at his words. "But I don't want you to be her. You are... yourself."

"I do not think I understand." She mumbles.

Razer approaches her carefully and slowly, he turns her towards him. Her eyes fix on his collar; she is refusing to look at his face. "As you well know, Ilana was my wife. I loved and still love her." He starts and swallows, trying to find the right words.

She blinks once and focuses all her sensors on him, as she often does. "Yes. My data helped me come to this conclusion."

"But..." He swallows again and gently places his hands on her arms; his touch is light, seeming almost shy and hesitating as if afraid of a rejection. "But... I believe I am ready to finally let her go... To let her soul rest."

She does not understand. He knows she doesn't. So he continues.

"It does upset you that I am reluctan regarding... us, doesn't it?"

"Yes." She answers, still not looking at him.

Razer swallows once again, and his nostrils flare. "Since she died and this cursed ring came to me..." He mutters, his gaze wandering to the red ring resting on his finger. "... I have been running from any other emotions, excepting rage and hate."

"This aspect is irrelevant for our discusion."

"No, it is not."

"Why is that? You running away from feelings, I mean." She asks, her curiousity getting the best out of her.

"I suppose I feared."

"Of what?"

"Of loosing another person I care about."

"So you chosed to reprime such emotions as love. Your fear stopped you from caring about someone else, from letting her go." Aya concludes.

"Exactly. And... I think I am still scared of love."

"Why?"

He lifts his right hand and gently strokes her left cheek. His touch is both hesitant and shy. She doesn't know why. "I don't want to suffer again. I don't want to feel that pain again. You don't know how it is to find out that everything you love is gone, to know that you will never see them again. I assume that I just don't want to go through what I've been when I found her there."

"Oh."

He cups her chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting her head up to look at him. Her eyes stare into his and she finally understands. Or she thinks she does. But he knows she does. "Aya, I..."

"You have formed an emotional attachment for me." She states, her eyes sparkling.

"Yes." He doesn't deny.

"Why haven't you tell me about this sooner?"

"As I told you, I was scared."

"That your feelings would not be returned."

"Probably."

"So you decided to hide it from me. Why?"

"I... never considered the thought that you... would feel the same for me." He confesses.

A small smile tug at the corners of her lips. "I may have not felt love before but I am aware of what one feels while in love."

"What do you me-mmmph..." He gets cut off when she grasps the front of his armor and drags him towards her, his mouth landing overtop of hers. The word he meant to say was drifted into a 'mmmph'. Due to his surprise, his eyes are wide open, and due to Aya's inexperience, she didn't close them. His shock lasts one second or so before he kisses back. His eyes close, and she follows his example. He cups her face in his hands, tilting her head to the side in order to give them a better angle. His thumbs gently brushes her cheeks as she wraps her arms around his neck with shyness. She doesn't want this moment to end. Neither he wants. Her lips are soft to the touch and warm. He enjoyes all the sweetness her lips offer to him. He has been yearning to kiss her, to hold her like this. Now he understands what she meant when she said that she knows what while feels when being in love.

After a few minutes, Razer breaks the kiss in order to breath. He sighs and presses their foreheads together. Aya opens her eyes, looking at his face.

"What... was that?" He asks.

"A kiss is a way in which the sentient beings tell of another their feelings. Am I correct?"

A small smile takes hold of his mouth. "Yeah. And?"

"And..." She answers, returning his smile with one of her own. "I thought that by kissing you, I would be able to tell what I feel without using any words. Did I succeed?"

"Yes." He says.

Her eyes sparkle with joy. "May I have the permission to kiss you?" She asks sweetly, her lips fighting against a grin. He nods and bends down while she leans up. Their lips meet in a soft and sweet kiss that says a million of unspoken things between them. Razer doesn't seem to decide what to do next. He runs his tongue along her lower lip and slips it in her mouth, drawing out a surprised sound from the back of her throat. Surprised or not, Aya kisses back, learning and adapting to his movements. His hands travel on her body until reaching her waist where they stop. He pulls her even more closer to him. He breaks the kiss after a few minutes and smiles down at her. He pulls her in an affectionate hug, Aya embracing him back.

"Thank you." She says.

"What for?"

"For helping me with the repairs."

He chuckles. "For that you are very welcome."


After several more kisses, Razer and Aya finally decided to return into the main bridge. They come in, both in their usual demeanor as if nothing would have happened between them.

"Did you fix that up?" Hal asks as they take their usual seats. The two lovers look at each other.

"Yes." Aya answers. "It is repaired."


I cannot believe this! My own contribution at the Razaya week. Yay! I hope you like it.

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