For weeks, Fox and Krystal worked on Fox's Arwing. Quite a few things had to be completely replaced, eventually making the ship almost 40% Andronian tech. Fox even took Krystal's suggestion and added a second seat behind the pilot seat. The seat could even be folded back to make room for storage.
As they worked on the ship, Krystal wondered about life off of her planet. What was Fox's people like? Fox happily answered whatever question she had, but words were no substitute for experience.
She could also feel a bond forming between her and Fox. It started as a bond of friendship, but grew stronger and more emotionally intimate, at least for her. She knew she couldn't let the bond whither and die.
"Fox, I have a request."
Fox turned to her and listened.
"I want to visit your system." she told him, "I want to see your cities. I want to eat your food. I want to meet your people."
Fox was surprised, but knew this had to have been the reason for the extra seat she suggested. He contemplated his answer. On the one hand, this was a surprisingly big request. She'd need a guide, which would have to be him. On the other hand, he owed her. She was the reason he was even returning home at all. As far as he was concerned, she would have been well within her right to have killed the orange intruder on the spot, especially after whatever damage the Andronian soldiers had done.
"Okay." Fox agreed, "On one condition. You do as I say. My home has perils you'd be unacustomed to. My culture has different rules and protocols. It would be easy to find yourself alone and homeless or even dead."
"I agree to your condition." Krystal told him. She understood the risks and was a practical vixen. Plus, she had grown to like him.
A few days later, work was complete. It was impossible to tell the ship had ever taken damage or that it contained considerable enemy technology.
"Tomorrow, we'll leave for the Lylat System." Fox told Krystal.
"Or the next." Krystal suggested, "It's not every day a villager gets to leave for the stars. The village wants to throw a farewell party tomorrow."
It had been years since Fox had been to a party. His team could have had one after their victory in the Andronian War, but they were too exhausted and simply chose to sleep all day.
"A party sounds nice."
Krystal's eyes lit up.
"Thank you." Krystal said, "For everything."
Krystal could feel a psychic bond form with Fox. She could feel his desires and hidden insecurities. He could feel her growing desires. He could feel those desires cloud his mind.
"We are becoming one." Krystal told him through the link, though he didn't hear her. To him, it was just hormones messing with his mind. It was something to fight before it could cause him to do something he'd regret. To her, it was something special.
Without thinking, Fox kissed her. Krystal welcomed the kiss.
"Sorry." Fox apologized, "I... I wasn't thinking."
"It's alright." Krystal told him, disappointment dripping from her voice. She wanted it to go much further. She wanted to make him hers.
"It's running late." Fox told her, "We should head to your home and forget my little lapse in judgement."
Krystal grew a little annoyed. She could feel how close they had gotten to intamacy, to her claiming him as her mate. Why was he trying to sabotage it?
That night, she could sense him fighting his urges. He was frustrated because of how easy fighting those urges was before tonight. She responded by strengthing their bond. Her hormones seemingly flooded his body as their bond grew stronger until he couldn't take it anymore and instinct took over. That night, the bond was made permanent.
And far more intimate.