An alternate scene for 2x05 when Vijay and Penny are almost caught sneaking into the trash compactor. Vijay is intensely aware that Penny is too close, but being aware of it doesn't exactly stop him from acting on it.

Tags: Canon Rewrite, Making Out

Too Close

He was far too close to Penny. Far, far too close.

The security guard passed through the hallway behind them and out into the public area of the ship. Penny let out a breath, her lips an inch from his shoulder and her grip tight on the opposite arm.

Vijay was well aware that her grabbing him had been reflex. A good one that meant they didn't get caught and he didn't get outed for stealing his dad's code.

But she was still way too close.

And he was pretty sure she knew it because her face went red when their eyes met.

Why couldn't he ever tell Penny no? She wasn't even asking him anything this time. Her gaze was just warm. Very… warm.

And now so was he.

Maybe Vijay should get himself tested for high blood pressure or a heart disease or… whatever psychogical disorder was causing his heart to pound wildly in his ear as he lowered his head.

Penny arched upwards and their lips met, molding softly together. It was slow at first. A careful press, a soft shift of angles.

But then her hand shifted up from his arm to move over his neck. Her fingers slid through the hair on the back of his head and he was backing her the half a step into the wall.

His father was going to kill him. Maim. Murder. Lock him in his cabin.

Penny gasped when he bit at her bottom lip. His tongue swept over it before pushing into her mouth.

Somehow the most shocking thing was how steady his hand was as he traced his fingers over her jaw. Penny shivered, one hand fisting in his hair. The other moved to twist in his shirt just above his belt. Stroking the jawline below her ear with his thumb, Vijay slid his fingers through the hair on her neck.

Head tilted back, body arched against his, Penny let out a moan. Vijay drew back from the kiss.

His breathing was heavy. Ragged even.

Licking his lips, Vijay looked from Penny's slightly parted mouth to her lidded eyes.

"Still think I'm a bad kisser?" Vijay chuckled lightly. Penny rolled her eyes.

"Shut up," Penny groaned.

Vijay offered zero resistance as she tugged his head back down. She pulled him down to her neck and Vijay slotted his mouth over her pulse point.

With his tongue and his teeth and a focus he probably should've directed elsewhere, Vijay worked marks up and down the flesh of her neck. It was as he skimmed his lips over her jaw that Penny shifted a knee between his legs. He mimicked her, slotting his leg between hers, bringing his knee up as she started grinding down against his thigh.

There were exquisite noises tumbling from her lips - gasps, whimpers, his name - and Vijay couldn't help himself. He moved back up, swallowing her next moan as his tongue skimmed over the roof of her mouth.

She was far too close, too warm, too… everywhere. He felt like he was melting, like he was melting into Penny and the steam from his destruction was clouding his judgement.

Their tongues twisted together. Sliding around like a hot mess they were trading between their mouths.

Vijay was 100% positive he had never been this hard in his life. Rutting against Penny, fingers curling in her shirt at her hip. His hand was itching to slip beneath her shirt. But that was too fast.

Not that what they were already doing didn't feel like slamming on the gas after their one previous kiss. Skin to skin contact was a different thing altogether though. And his palm sliding up her side, skimming the underside of her bra. Or her breasts. That was definitely... too much.

"Penny..." Vijay breathed, groaning as his hand fisted at her hip. She made a humming noise, practically a whine. His hand opened and he squeezed at her ass. Penny responded by arching into his body, hips canting up. That was not helping him one bit.

Dragging himself away, Vijay planted both his hands on the wall behind Penny. He stepped back. Penny steadied herself on the wall, chest heaving. He was still right in front of her, arms on either side of her as he gulped down air.

It was barely six inches, but it felt like miles. Space. He desperately needed to put space between himself and Penny or he was never going to stop kissing her.

Her lips were bright red as they parted for her next breath. Vijay watched her eyes flutter and her throat bob. He licked his lips again.

"They program the compactor to turn on every hour," Vijay forced out, clearing his throat as he moved to the controls. He pursed his lips, purposefully not looking at Penny as she came up beside him to open the door.

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