A Space Heater?
Prompt: The heating is broken. How does the main character stay warm?
Disclaimer: It would be so cool if I owned KOTOR, I'd keep Carth all to myself. But I don't. The only thing I do own is Helena Tithe
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It was so cold. Helena pulled her blanket closer around her. The heating system was malfunctioning. T3 had informed her that it would take awhile, that is, if he could fix it at all. Apparently, they needed a new compression coil. Whatever that was...
Shivering, Helena decided to go and make herself, a nice hot cup of caffa.
Walking into the ship's tiny kitchen area, Helena noticed a certain orange-jacket-wearing pilot putting the finishing touches on a cup of caffa.
Using her stealth skills, she snuck up behind him. She reached around and grabbed the cup, just as Carth went to take the first sip.
Carth turned to see a smirking Helena drinking his cup of caffa.
Standing up, Carth glared at her. "Hey, that was my caffa! Go make your own!"
With a pensive expression, Helena looked like she was actually considering giving him back his caffa.
"No. It's mine now."
Walking up to her, so that just a foot separated them, Carth looked down at her. "Ooh your going to pay for that. No one comes between me and my caffa."
Gulping down the rest of the caffa, Helena showed him the empty cup.
"Well I drank it all. What're you going to do about it?"
Closing the distance between them, Carth pressed his lips to hers.
After a moment of shock, Helena wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss.
A few moment later, they broke apart. Carth had a goofy smile on his face.
Helena, as much as she'd been waiting for that, asked, "What did you do that for?"
Carth wrapped his arms around her waist and put his head on her shoulder. "You know how I love my caffa. But this is my favourite way to taste it."
Giggling, she relaxed into the embrace.
The pair stayed that way for what seemed like an eternity.
The moment was broken when T3 rolled in, beeping about how he'd fixed the ship's heating.
Glaring at the droid, Helena pulled away from Carth, muttering under her breath, "I've waited so long for that... And now I don't have an excuse to be in his arms... All that warmth..."
Carth, hearing her muttered rant, pulled her back to him. "You don't need an excuse to be in my arms. I'll be your space heater any day."
She raised an eyebrow. "A space heater?"
Carth flushed.
Well... If you'd rather not-"
Interrupting his embarrassed ramblings, Helena put a finger to his lips.
"No. I like it. My space heater."
Grinning, Carth leaned down to kiss her again.