late night flight {spova}
In which Sprx and Nova have to stay up until stupid o'clock together. Takes place in an incredibly bizarre and farfetched AU where Sprx is good at flirting.
āNova, think you could give me a hand?ā
She snaps her head up to look at him. Sprx doesnāt turn to face her. He keeps his eyes fixed on the screen as he sits at the Super Robotās main control panel, guiding the massive vessel through the asteroid belt with his usual finesse.
Thereās no day or night out here in space, but Novaās body is screaming that it is late, that it is not a reasonable hour back on Shuggazoom, and for the Veransā sake, would she please go to sleep?
But she will stay up as long as Sprx has to, because their best pilot has to make sure that they make it through the ānightā without crashing into any asteroids. Nobody can pull off such a delicate operation quite as well as he, not to mention he insisted that everyone else go rest while he took care of it. And since Nova is his equal in stubbornness, sheās neglecting her bed to stay in the command center with him: chatting with him, keeping him caffeinated, and trying as hard as she can to make this a less miserable experience for him. At least she doesnāt really have to concentrate on anything. His exhaustion must dwarf hers.
Sheās setting down his fifth cup of coffee when he asks the question. It surprises her. The necessity of focus, combined with intense fatigue, has rendered Sprx unusually quiet for the last few hours. She hasnāt heard much out of him aside from some grunts of acknowledgement and requests for more coffee.
āWith what?ā she asks.
He still doesnāt turn to her. āJust sit down.ā
She raises an eyebrow, wondering where this is going. She canāt find his intention in his voice. Still, sheās resigned herself to keeping him awake tonight, so sheāll play along.
āFine,ā she sighs, hauling herself into a seat beside him at the control panel. She slumps forward, resting her forearms on the space free of buttons and switches. āNow, what exactly do you need from me?ā
Sprx doesnāt answer. Instead, he just turns up the corners of his mouth ever so slightly, still refusing to turn away from his task.
That ticks Nova right off. The two of them being a thing now doesnāt keep her from wanting to smack him right in the mouth. Whatās with the sketchy smile? Just what is Sprx playing at? She doesnāt have the energy to try and decode him right now, and sitting down just makes her want to pass out.
Since her senses are nowhere near as sharp as usual, it takes her a few moments to notice that Sprx is steering with only one hand.
His other hand is wrapped around hers, resting on the control panel.
Nova blinks down at their hands, then at him.
At last, he looks at her, that notorious glint on his eye coming out in full force. āWhat? I told you. I needed you to give me a hand.ā He gives her a wink before refocusing on the screen.
A tingling bolt of electricity shoots up her spine. Oh. He got her good.
Sheās not entirely used to being a āthemā yet, despite being the one to initiate. Nova canāt help but feel a little scandalized. But she starts to forget old habits the longer she looks at him. His shoulders have relaxed noticeably; she hadnāt realized how tense he was before. His little smile has grown into a full-blown grin, the picture of contentedness. Not to mention that boyish twinkle in his eye, a product of his successful little scheme, that she must admit is incredibly endearing. She feels her cheeks grow warmer.
Fine. Sprx is charming. He was very smooth just now, and heās swept her off her feet and all that jazz. He freaking wins this round.
āYou'reā¦ really something else,ā Nova sighs, lacing her fingers with his and relaxing further down on to the control panel.
āAnd thatās why you love me!ā
āYeah,ā she smiles and closes her eyes. āYouāre definitely not wrong.ā
A little later, once heās finally steered the Robot out of the Asteroid Belt of Death, Sprx flips on the autopilot and scoops up a slumbering Nova in his arms. He gazes at her warmly. Heās almost delirious from lack of sleep, but it only seems to amplify how adorable she is.
āThanks for trying to stay up with me, love,ā he whispers. āI know you tried your best.ā
He uses the last of his energy to carry her to her bed before going to pass out in his own. His last thoughts are that he hopes he can remember to at least make her a cup of coffee in the morning, and that heās really looking forward to holding her hand again.
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