fledgling vampire!caitlyn kiramman & old vampire!reader
wc: 4k
blurb: her longing spirit was the very thing to draw you to herâcome to me, come to me. after many years alone, youâd found a companion worthy enough to be yours. but creating a vampire of your own is not easy. even if you are consistently stricken by her delicate beauty and form. the prettiest of birds could still be a thorn in your side.
warnings: MDNI, descriptions of blood, vampirism, lestat coded reader, louis coded cait, cannibalistic themes (ish), eroticism (surrounding vampirism), eventual s m u t, a little toxic, slight manipulation, use of pet names, anne rice vampires.
note: i was watching interview with the vampire (the movie, but i have seen the show) and i immediately got inspired, especially since halloween is so close. please, enjoy the expression of my love for vampires. (btw this will be a two part series).
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The sweetness of her scent has lured you onto the damp cobblestones of England. Her racing thoughts breadcrumbed you to follow her path down dark streets that were haunted by whores and pickpockets.
It wasnât like her to be in the slums of the cityâthat wasnât where she was from. No, she was from the higher points of society. Where the sun cascaded through her large windows every morning. Maids infiltrated her sleeping quarters with different gown options at the break of dawn; handmaidens offering to primp and prime her for the day.
Yet, there she was, slipping through the worst parts of London. And what for? You wondered, lingering in the dark amongst the worldly sin that acted as a decoy for your damned persona.
The fair-skinned woman, hiding under a top-hat, ducked into a structure that resembled any other tenement on the street. But when the heavy mahogany door wailed from its hinges, you caught a whiff of perspiring human bodiesâin other words, sex. It was pungent, hard to miss.
You frowned from the shadows, listening to the repeating voices in her mind. One last timeâ this is my last time. Before my hand belongs to someone else⊠Her thoughts began to drown out by silence, frustrating you.
It wasnât often that you found yourself obsessed with struggling mortals. Perhaps, her beauty commanded you to watch over her, like the angel of darkness that you are. Looming over her, predatorily, profusely, passionately.
The apparition of your figure appeared on the balcony of the room she rented for the night. Forcefully, you swung the french double doors open, short heels clicking against the floor as you entered. A woman caked in makeup laid atop of your object of desire; with her hands shoved into her expensive trousers of pretend.
The whorish woman flinched at your entrance, meeting your haunting gaze. Her breasts heaving through the binds of her satiny corset. Fright radiating from her olive-toned skin. From the crevice of her shoulder, the woman who entranced your immortal being, peered. The coolness of her blue eyes pierced through you. Come to me. Or was that your obsession talking?
âYouâŠâ She muttered under her breath, nearly forgetting about the woman atop of her, straddling her.
Your steps were menacingly slow, approaching the bed bound by four wooden poles. The bedroom was grand for a whorehouse. The pace of your steps quickened fast enough to be missed by a mortal's eyes. The whore appeared in your arms, rather than on the lap of the high-born woman.
Her back was firm against the front of your body, unblemished fingers running along the plushness of her rouged lips, down her jaw; then, down the cleavage of her breasts. Drawing a small droplet of blood from the puncture of your sharp fingernail.
âThis is what interests you, my love?â You pull her head to the side, revealing the artery that youâve adored for centuries. The paleness of your irises latching onto hers, hungrily.
The woman in your arms whimpered, but you were a gentle feeder. Your touch is what calmed your preyâit was a gift. Every vampire was born with one. âShh, little doveâŠâ You hummed in her ear, licking the skin of cartilage. âYour time has come.â The sharpness of your teeth scraped at her skin.
Your obsession leaped from the bed, with her hands in front of her. âStop itâ donât hurt her!â She exclaimed, wearily. She shared the same fear as the woman in your arm had. âItâs me that you want⊠Right? You can have me⊠Iâm all yours, justâ just let her go.â
She knew of you. The memories that sequestered in the depths of her mind began to paint a picture in yours. The imagery of your figure was shown to you at a ball. Waltzing with the many men that wrote their names on your calling card. You remember that night, vividly. Because thatâs when you first saw herâCaitlyn.
Dressed in a shimmering frock that wasnât modest in the slightest, but had enough coverage to not be mistaken for a woman of the night. Her parents were debuting her, announcing to the ton that she was ready to be married.
Oh, she was beautiful that night. And every night after. Once you caught her nectarine scent, she was all yours indeed.
âI have quite the appetiteâŠâ You feigned thought, looking between her and the woman in your arms. âIâll have you both.â The sharpness of your teeth penetrated her soft skin. Her hand tried to claw at you, but she was no match for your strength. You were sucking the life out of her, quite literally.
Her life source wasnât as sweet as you had wishedânothing could imitate your truest craving. It had a tartness to its flavor. There mustâve been too much alcohol or drugs in her system. Either way, itâs been days since you had your last mealâyour flesh called for fresh, warm blood. So, you drowned in her.
Lowering her body to the ground as you inhaled the last bits of her. Pulled by the confines of your species, you didnât notice that Caitlyn procured herself a bow and arrow. Tip sharp with authentic silverâwhere did she find that?
Your eyes glowered at her from over the whoresâ fallen body. Lips stained, dribbling with the remnants of her blood. Sharp teeth tainted like they have been many times before. âIâve heard the stories about you, night witch.â You licked your lips, slowly standing to your feet.
Caitlyn had pulled the string taut, ready to send that arrow flying toward your heart. âYou have been following meâ stalking me for a fortnight! I want nothing to do with your⊠Darkness.â
You furrowed your eyebrows, pouting your stained lips. âMy⊠Darkness?â The womanâs blood had slipped down your chin, down the valley of your deep crimson gown. âI only come to those who call to me.â
Defeating the laws of humanity, you appear behind her, flinging the bow and arrow from her grips. Your other pressed her body against yours with unencumbered strength. âYour thoughts called out to meâ needed, wanted me. Here I am and youâre trying to entrap meâŠ?â Caitlyn fought against you, but to no avail. The side of your face pressed into hers, inhaling her sweetness. Releasing a sigh of pleasure from its potency.
âI ought to punish youâŠâ She whimpered, feeling the sharpness of your teeth on her skin. Your tongue licks the side of her neck, sensually. Hovering your lips over her ear, you whisper. âHowever, the plans that I have for you donât include punishment.â You spin her body around to face you completely. Her body is frozen in paralysisâletting you move her as you pleased. As if she were compelled under your strong gaze. âOnly gifts. Many, many gifts.â
Her bright eyes were wide, taking in your features, with arms loosely draped at her sidesâlimp. âYour beauty will not be taken for grantedâŠâ You mutter, gently caressing the skin of her cheeks.
âAre you going to kill meâŠ?â
âOh, sweet, sweet loveâŠâ You pushed pieces of her hair from her face. âNot in the way that you think.â Leaning your face into the crevice of her neck, you nick her skin. A droplet of her blood blossoms over your tongue.
With that, you disappear from her body. Leaving the whispers of a pleasured moan behind. Caitlyn wavered like a lonely, thorned rose. She wanted to scream for help, but drawing attention to her whereabouts was not what she could afford. So, she crawled down the vines that grew up the walls of the brothel, leaping into a prickly bush. She left nothing of hers behind, but a kiss on the womanâs cheek who was fallen on the floor.
It was true that she had called out to you. The stories of dark angels burdening mortals with eternal lifeâor eternal sufferingâwas in the storybooks she read as a child. Now, easing into her adulthood. Responsibilities were beginning to strike her. Caitlyn was due to become a wife of a Lord, despite her insignificant wishes.
She complained in her mind for weeks before you showed your face to her, at the ball. When she saw you twirling hand-in-hand with dapperly dressed men, she knew youâd come to pull her from her misery. But her fear remained encompassed in her muscles. Which is why under her long coat, she armed herself with a bow.
Even though she couldnât bring herself to thrum the string.
The next time your eyes fell on the beautiful Lady, it was the celebration of her wedding. Her family had thrown a ball, and unbeknownst to your immortal being, you received an invitation. In the eyes of most society, you were only an esteemed woman. If people knew about your bloody habits, itâs because you let them. In turn, meaning that they were not going to be alive for much longer. Humans could barely hold water, let alone a secret as important as vampirism.
Your beloved Caitlyn had said her vows to a man riddled with money. She was to be set for lifeâand her children.
When her solemn sapphire irises found you by the lemonade table, without a drink in your hand, speaking to one of the overbearing mamas of the ton, she froze. Her slender fingers were intertwined with her fatherâs, trying to waltz away from her fate. Inadvertently, she called out to you, again. Unsure of what that really meant for her.
The last time you seen each other, you admitted that you were planning to kill her. In truth, that left her frightened for days. She hadnât slept soundly since that night. However, the thought that plagued her mind was if death would be better than marriage. Caitlyn never took kindly to the men of the ton, or any man for that matter. Yet, here she was, married to one.
The last step was consummationâand that was something she absolutely refused!
Patiently, you waited for the perfect time to sequester her. To narrow in on your beautiful prey; to cage her in your arms, and pull the life from her eyes just enough to give her a brand new opportunity.
It was in her final moments alone. In her chambers, dressed in a translucent cream sleeping gown. Her long indigo strands fell down her back in waves, front pieces pushed behind her ears. She was due to her husband soon, but her fingers trembled above her vanity.
When she felt your aged presence infiltrate her bedroom, her posture stiffened. But there was a sense of relief. âYou have finally come to take meâŠâ Caitlyn muttered, hopelessly. Her eyes caught the reflection of you wandering around her room. Fingers trailing over her trinkets and paintings on the wall. âWhat took you so long?â
Your eyes shot to hers through the mirror, as she didnât risk facing you just yet. âAre you admitting to wanting my kiss of death, beloved?â Scaling her mind, you sifted through her anxious thoughts. The tall woman turned toward you, achingly.
âYou promised to kill me⊠But not in the way that I would think. What does that mean?â
Instead of directly answering her question, you slightly divert. âHow does a woman from a large, well-known family become so small?â You pace around her chamber, with sickeningly slow steps. The trail of your mahogany gown dragging along the wooden panels of the floor. âFor weeks, your thoughts had been calling out to me for some resolution. That is what Iâm offering to you⊠Resolution. Absolution.â
Caitlyn stood to her feet, clad in thin slippers. She couldnât explain it, but she felt drawn to you. The softness of your speech was alluringâcomforting in the face of death. You held out a delicate hand toward her. Fingers cold, remnant of what you were, beckoning her forward. She slid her hand into yours, reaching for you while her body still took the time to catch up. âLet me release you, Caitlyn, from the shackles of propriety and fabrication⊠And everything you donât desire carnally.â
Slowly, she blinks, under the spell of your ancient beauty. Your hand creeps up from her hand, up her arm, finding solace in the crevice of her neck. Pulling her close, her sapphires bore into yours.
Time stops with her in your arms. Your beloved Caitlyn, finally succumbing to you just like you knew that she would. âYouâll never have to see him again⊠Unless you want to. By then heâd be eons beneath you.â She leaned into your hand, looking at you with doe eyes. You hover your lips over hers, breathing in the last moments of her humanity. âThis is only a little death.â
She pushes forward, subtly, with wanting for your lips to touch. They only brush each other because you pull back. âIâve only heard your thoughtsâ tell me you want absolution. Tell me you want me.â
Her hand trailed up your forearm, holding your wrist for support. The thumb of her hand caressing your skin. âI want you.â Her voice barely skipped over a whisper, pulling her body closer to yours. âI want absolution. I want you.â Caitlyn chanted, breathily.
Pressing your lips against hers, she fell victim to you. Whining against your lips as if this was something she had always wanted. The taste of sweetened lemons and cinnamon danced over your tongue. Bracing your arm against her back, your feet lift from the floor. Lips trailing down her jaw, leaving wet kisses against the skin you were preparing to puncture with your teeth. Her arms wrapped around your neck, unaware of the hovering of your bodies. Still, chanting the words you wanted to hear.
A whimper left her rouge-stained lips when you bit into her jugular. Clenching the roots of your hair. Vermilion liquid slipped from the corners of your mouth as you fed on her bodily energy. You had to drain her to the near brink of death, but her flavor was so intoxicating. You were beginning to wonder if you could willingly stop.
After all, you werenât the most controlled vampire.
Groaning against her skin, you tightened your grip. Her hands began to loosen in your hair, arms falling limb to her sides. Taking everything in you, whipping your head up, you stopped yourself. Caitlynâs eyes had rolled to the back of her head, but she was still there. Head nodding in a state that she wouldnât survive in for long.
Gently, you lay her down on her bed, pushing her hair from her face. âOnly a little death.â You repeat, biting into your wrist to share your gift. Living her head, you press your wrist to her drying lips. âDrink, my love. Drink.â
And she does. With every drawl, her strength grows. Arms reaching up to push your wrist deeper into her faceâas if it could go any further. You winced but accepted the pain of your fledgling. Her thirst light eyes looked up at you from her awkward position on the bed. They enticed you more than anything ever had, allowing her to put you through pain, weakening you. âEnoughâŠâ You mumble, stammering. âThatâs enough!â Snatching your arm from her grasp, you stumble backwards.
Leaning on the bedpost near her legs, you heave, wishing to regain your strength. A mischievous curl appeared on Caitlynâs lips, but before she could revel, she crunched up like a piece of shrimp. Her hand clawed at her stomach, gagging like she wanted to throw up. âIt⊠Hurts⊠Ahh!â
You run closer to her, placing a hand over her bloody lips. âThatâs your body dying⊠You need to stay quiet before someone hears.â
Her eyes clamped shut as she groaned into your hand. Sighing, you shut your eyes. Perhaps, you forgot to think this part through. With your remaining amounts of strengthâwhich wasnât muchâyou picked her up. Placing one arm under her legs and the other supporting her back. Then, you leaped off her balcony and ascended toward your luxurious manor.
It was like you had appeared in another location, rather than flown there. Caitlyn was stuck in a haze of pain, wallowing on the bed you placed her onâyours. âPlease, help me! Take away my pain!â
âI cannot do that. Itâs something every one of us endures, sweet thing.â Your fingers caressed her paling face, running along her dark eyebrows. Sooner than later, she goes unconscious; and you watch as the beauty of her features embellish.
Caitlyn Kiramman didnât need to be immortal to inhabit the nature of beauty. Her stoic features were burned into your mind the very moment you saw her and her silhouette. From this moment forth, she belonged to no one but youâshe was your companion for all eternity.
When she opened her eyes to reap the benefits of the reborn, you werenât anywhere to be seen. Her sight was clearer than everâshe could see the accumulation of dust on the crevices of your floral wallpaper. The spider weaving a sticky web in the wooden shutters on your long windows.
Caitlyn wandered the dim halls of your manor in search for you. Clenching and releasing her fists, as her slippered feet shuffled against the floor. She passed portraits of you hooked onto the walls. Where the gowns you wore exposed the time of the painting's creation. Then, she passed a dark corridor. Her curiosity getting the best of her, she wandered. Peeking into the room with a creaked door.
Her pale fingers pushed it, lightly. Itâs hinges cracking under the subtle pressure. Two coffins remained, there was no bed frame or mattress. Just elegantly carved coffinsâside by side.
âYouâre awakeâŠâ You mused, shutting the small book in your hands. âPlease, sit.â
A maid steps forward from out of nowhere, pulling the chair back for Caitlyn to take a seat at the table. Hesitantly, she does. Her eyes leveling on the female maid, chewing the soft skin of her bottom lip. âHow do you feel?â
Her eyes were still taking in the interior of your home. It was inspired by the Strasbourg cathedralâgothic in all its glory. It wasnât the same French style that the majority of England was interested in.
âI feel⊠I feel different.â Her voice was much smoother than before. More elegantâif that was even possible. She sighed, placing her hand against her stomach. âVery hungry, as well. Do you have any food here? Sandwiches?â
A boisterous laugh falls from your lips, but you cover your mouth with a white handkerchief. âSandwiches? No, there are no sandwiches here.â You take the glass filled with blood between your fingers. âBut, if lunch is what you desire. Sheâs right behind you.â
Her eyebrows furrow, peering back at the maid who had just pulled out her chair. Her head was down, hands folded in front of her body, politely. âWhatâŠ?â
âYour body will no longer digest human food.â You explained, concisely. âShe is now your diet.â There was still hesitation coming from your fledgling. Frowning, you narrowed your eyes, tightening your jaw. âIf you donât feed, you will die. And that death would be far from little.â
Her now paled irises looked back at the maid. âGo ahead, Miss Luther.â You wave your hand in the direction of Caitlyn. The woman was young with flushed cheeks and freckles that spread from the middle of her face. Her blond hair was pushed back by a pleaded coiffe.
The maid sits on her lap, without being asked. Causing Caitlyn to peer a crossing the table at you, with a slight glare. Miss Luther tilted her head to the side, exposing healing puncture wounds that were made by you. Caitlyn spoke your name like a warning. âIâm overwhelmedâŠâ She squeaked, drifting her hands up the maids body.
âWell, you need to eat.â
âI donât want to hurt her.â
The maid turned toward the Lady, smiling sweetly. âItâll only be a pinch. Iâm used to it.â She paused, looking down at the fledgling. âI offer myself to you, my Lady.â
With that, her eyes widened, shooting up from her seat. She flung her back so hard into the wall behind her that it cracked under her weight. Miss Luther fell to the ground, harshly. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry.â She waved her hand at the girl, before looking toward you. âI canât do this.â Caitlyn stretched her neck from the womanâtrying to pull the scent from her nostrils. She could smell the ripeness inside of her. âWhat have you done to meâŠ?â She muttered, slapping her hands against her face, running it through her long hair.
âOnly what you told me to.â Slowly, you stood tall from your seat, eyeing the situation at hand. You had never run into a newborn vampire who ran away from the enticement of blood. Downing the glass that was filled with the very essence of debate, you slammed it back on the table. The crystalline glass shattering under your fingers.
Appearing beside the maid, you pull her to her feet, gently. âPut your humanity to rest, my love, and drink from her.â You caress her freckled cheek before taking her jaw between the pinch of your fingers. âThat is what she is here forâ that is what she wants. Its more savory than sweet when theyâre fearless.â Caitlyn remains stuck to the wall, chewing on her bottom lip. âI donât want to have to tempt youâŠâ Taking the maids wrist, you cut a thin slice with the blade of your fingernail.
Caitlyn hissed, baring her teeth. You chuckled, dabbing your finger along the laceration. Dipping your finger into your mouth, and popping it from your lips. âSavory, indeed.â You raised an eyebrow, holding her wrist out to her. Still, she hesitated, frustrating you more.
Your hands move quicker than your thoughts. Before you know it, youâve pulled her from the dent in the wallpaper, nudging her to the maid. âYou donât have to kill herâŠâ You offer, pushing her forth. âJust taste her.â
To be honest, you were fooling her. There wasnât a such thing as a fledgling vampire getting a taste and not killing their victim. You were trying to save her from a painful death. She didnât get this far to die because she didnât want to feed. And what would that make you look like as her sireâthe one who bore her?
With furrowed eyebrows, she leaned into her wrist, going teeth first. Her tiered white canines delved into the laceration, moaning at the flavor. A grin grew on your lips as she pressed her face deeper into her forearm. Miss Luther whimpered, watering eyes peering up at you. The thumb of your finger wiped a tear from her cheek, as the fledgling made a hungry move to her neck.
Caitlyn clawed at her with vigor, gripping the grey frock causing it to rip at the seams. Gutturally groaning into her jugularâgetting every last drop of that vermillion goodness.
âJust like thatâŠâ You mutter, running your fingers through Caitlynâs hair.
The maid went limp in her arms, her eyes fluttered shut. Caitlyn pulled back, dropping her body; overcome by a high. Her teeth were tainted with bloodâits dribbling caught by the translucent cream nightgown that exposed her feminine silhouette. It stained a valley down her sternum trailing all the way to the frills at the hem near her ankles.
She bled Miss Luther dryâjust like you expected her to.
Her hazed eyes looked to you, tongue licking her lips. The pupils in her pale irises dilated. âI ache for moreâŠâ
blurb: thereâs a new planet that formed in the milky way galaxyâand itâs dr. ellie williamsâ (and a few research assistantâs) job to prove that life can exist on it. oh, and youâre the second opinion there to back her up and steer the ship (whether she likes you or not). but, when a sector of the shuttle malfunctions, locking the two of you inside⊠what will two analytical scientist do to fix it? was it a dignified sign from the cosmos?
warnings: nothing much, vulgar language, enemies to lovers (?)
note: ellie loves space, so i wanted to write her as an astronautâplease, enjoy! i havenât written anything in awhile soâŠ. had to get this off my mind.
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The thick sound of silence and machinery crowded the ears of everyone on board. It had been approximately one hundred and twenty-five earth hours since you have taken off from the groundâto and through the stratosphere. The ship was in autopilot, cruising through the nothingness of the milky way; passing whirling planets and asteroids that shied away from prying eyes.
This wasnât your first time estranged from earth. It was your second. But there was no feeling like floating in metal that you concoctedâstitched together with wires, buttons, and joysticks. You marveled at the large windows that displayed your universe just as enthusiastically as the research assistants on board.
Jacksonâs planet was where you were headed. Previously named, J-74.
Through many study sessions and research assignments, it has been theorized that it could withstand human life. Earthâs depletion of resources has been making it difficult to liveâfor average people. With the atmosphere rapidly thinning, livestock, farming, and health sustainability has been dramatically decreasing.
There needed to be an interventionâand Dr. Williams was the one to jump start it.
You have been working off and on with her since your early years at NASA. Initially, the two of you came in as forthright interns who were too smart for their own goodâarguing every chance you got because you both wanted the same thing; to see what space looked like from space. Not from a camera or laptop or extreme telescope.
Eventually, you split into separate fields and concentrations. It was engineering that began to pique your interest. You worked hard to curate materials that could withstand dramatic changes in temperatures and weather. Still studying planets and galaxies, but with a distinct perspective.
The space shuttle was made for damageâonly certifying the safety of the mission. There was very little risk traveling to Jacksonâs planet.
You couldnât decipher if it was morning, noon, or night, but you just couldnât stay asleep. Checking the watch on your wrist you have only been asleep for three hours. How puzzling. Typically, you sleep well in silence and whirring, but it was different this time. The sounds prickled under your skin, pulling you from the absorbing mattress in your sleeping quarters.
Finding your way toward the center of the shuttle, you used a key card to enter each sector. A ziplock of dried fruit was pinched between your fingersâreaching inside every few minutes for a bite. Wanting to estimate time of arrival, you navigated toward the flight deck. A pair of dark sunglasses resting on the bridge of your nose to dim the fluorescent lights.
Shuffling your feet against the floor, you slipped into chair of the pilot seat. There were many screens and buttons before you. All bright in different colors and huesâblinking. However, you focused on the screen that determined the path of the shuttle. It showed the ship following a dotted green line, with the time in the far-right corner. Six hours.
Time of arrival was only a few hours out. You were almost at the very planet youâve been studying for the past two years. A tired smile stretched onto your lips, leaning back in the cushioned chair.
In the comfort of silence, you watch the celestial bodies minding their own through the three panel windows. Legs folded up, comfortably. You were currently passing Pluto and Charon. There were four other moons of Pluto, but Charon was the largest. And even bigger up close.
The coolest thing about the pair was that they always shared a face. There wasnât a time where they werenât looking at each otherâscientifically, it was called mutual tidal locking.
âI didnât think youâd be upâŠâ A raspy voice muttered from behind your chair. She mustâve heard you crunching on your dried raspberries.
Turning around, you noticed her walking toward the co-pilot chair with a yellow notepad in her hands. Her gray NASA jumpsuit was tied around her waist, exposing the white, ribbed tank top she had on. âI couldnât sleep. Thought Iâd kill some time up here.â You responded, watching as she sat down.
âWhatâs our ETA?â Her green eyes focus on the destination screen.
âOh-eight hundredâ we have six hours left of travel.â You pushed the glasses above your head, eyes glancing at the screen. âRaspberries?â Holding the ziplock toward her, you offered.
Ellie shook her head, clicking the pen in her hands. Pressing your lips together, you shrugged, zipping it tight before placing in the crevice of the chair. She quietly scribbled on the yellow pagesâher thick eyebrows knitted together in concentration.
The other moons of Pluto came into your line of sight. They werenât all close on your path, but Hydra and Nix made a clear appearance. Their shapes were not as circular as Charon; they were like any other moon on any other planet.
She hummed to herself, clicking her pen in thought. âCan you check this equation for me? Iâve been thinking about this since we boarded The FireflyâŠâ Ellie hands the notepad to you. âItâs an estimation of sustainable oxygen and energyâ if Jacksonâs planet doesnât provide us with enough⊠How much can we manually create for it to be habitable?â
It was your turn to hum in thought. Dragging your finger along the inked lines of her equation, you sucked your teeth. The numbers appeared to be correctâEllie was always good at the math part of theory. âThis seems about right, but we can only theorize so much.â You begin. âThe only way we can thoroughly verify this equation is by settling on Jacksonârunning physical tests.â You hand the notepad back to her. âWe need specificity, not estimation.â
âIâm just making sure that weâre prepared.â She grumbled.
âWe are prepared, Ellie. If we have too many hypotheses, it may confuse our students⊠Overwhelm them.â
She pressed her lips into a line, averting her eyes toward the three panel windows. You could feel her level of irritation rise, as she adjusted in her seat. The ship was slipping past Pluto and Charon, leaving the bodies in your wake. âDo you have to challenge everything that I say?â Ellie muttered, leaning her chin on her fist with a pinched expression.
You deepened your eyebrows. âI donât challenge everything you say⊠You asked for my opinion.â
âOn the equation!â She whisper-yelled, pinching the bridge of her nose to calm herself. âNot your opinion on how to teach my students.â
âOur studentsââ You corrected, but she abruptly cut you off by standing to her feet.
Scoffing, she ran her fingers through her choppy auburn strands. Rolling your eyes, you watched as she threw an adult tantrum. Ellieâs capacity for managing her emotions has never changed; sheâs always been angsty and easily frustrated. âI knew I shouldnât have listened to himâ I should have chosen someone else for this mission.â She tossed her notepad onto a table, shaking her head.
With that, you stand up. Leaning your arm against the back of the pilot seat. âOh, yeah? Who?â You squinted your eyes, condescendingly. âJerry the fucking receptionist? So, you can feel intellectually superior enough to feel good about yourself?â Raising an eyebrow, you chortle. âWow, Dr. Williams⊠Didnât know you could stoop so low.â
âFuck offâŠâ She sucked her teeth, shaking her head, dismissively.
âGladly!â You snatched the bag of dried fruit from your chair, before stomping toward the sliding mechanical door. Before raising your key card to the receiver, turned toward her one last time. âThis isnât just about your findings. It takes a team's effort for a mission like this to succeed. Challenges foster discoveryâ even if Iâm the one doing it.â You wave your card over the receiver, the door releasing air as it slid open. âSee you in few hoursâŠâ And back to your sleeping quarters you went.
It was difficult, but you managed to get four extra hours of sleep after that little argument. Typically, bickering with Ellie lasted more than just a few minutes, but youâve maturedâyouâd like to think. Times have changed, and you were in space; you were working. There was no time for petty, egotistical arguments. Even so, you couldnât help but wonder why you ground her gears so bad. Yet, somehow, she was always around youâorbiting you like the beautiful celestial bodies you know and love. Was she stuck in a gravitational pullâunable to flee? Or was she fully conscious?
Two hours until Jacksonâs planet arrival!
The automated voice announced over the intercom. Which pulled everyone on board from their own devicesâwhether that was sleeping or exercising. The classes you and Ellie taught were basically conjoined; two in one. So, each of you had your own research assistant that tagged along on this mission. But they both worked for the both of youâ you were their supervisors.
However, for some reason, Ellieâs assistant appeared to be distant from yours. Allan was his name. When everyone met at the breakfast table, there was a quietness in the room that felt unfamiliar. Usually, Allan and Sophia, your assistant, would be filling the room with casual chatter. About their personal lives. This morning was drastically different. Scraping your plastic fork against the plate, playing with your powdered eggs, you glared at Ellie. âDr. Williams, how old are you again?â
âDr. Jones, isnât it disrespectful to ask a woman her ageâ?â
âThirty-one, right?â The legs of your chair screeched against floor as you stood up. Taking your plate, you toss the food into the trash bin. Scoffing, you use your key card to leave the eating area. You navigated toward the flight deck to guide the ship the rest of the way. Flicking off the autopilot switch and taking ahold of the joystick. For as long as youâve known her, you never thought sheâd stoop as low as admitting to choosing another for the job.
Youâve never done anything to Ellie for her to be so adamant about being a pain in the ass. Academically, you rivaled each other, but that was it. At least, thatâs what you thought.
In the distance you could see the blue-green planet ahead. Looking like the long-lost sister of Earth. You mused at the sight, grinning to yourself. That was what you were here for.
The sound of air puffing from the sliding door leading to the flight deck, caught your attention. For a moment, you thought it was Ellie, but a much softer voice called your name. âDr. J,â
It was Sophia wandering into the room. âTense morning, huh?â She raised her slender eyebrows, taking a seat in the copilot chair. You jutted your eyebrows in response. âI thought itâd be more enthusiastic considering weâre almost thereâŠâ Her light eyes glanced toward the three-panel window, glimmering with excitement.
âYou and me both.â You responded, dryly.
A beat passed between the two of you. Sophia awkwardly rocking in the chair. âI canât help but askâ whatâs going on between you and Dr. Williams?â She questioned, softly. âIâve seen you guys' bicker before butâŠâ She dragged on, hoping youâd respond before she rambled.
You sigh, glancing at her. âWeâre just having a disagreement. Thatâs all.â You swallowed, clenching your jaw. Keeping the relationship between you and your student professional, you change the subject. âWeâre nearing Jackson. I suggest you suit up and start taking notes on what you see as we approach. Meaning asteroids, moonsâ anything.â
âCopy that.â Sophia quickly got up, to leave the flight deck.
Focusing, within the next hour you enter the atmosphere of the planet. The ship shuttering through turbulent clouds and temperatures. The ground resembled the dirt of Mars, just darker and muddier. The ship released stilts to prop itself on the ground of Jackson. With a hopeful sigh, she jumped from her seat. Going to slip into her protective suit and helmet. The whistling of heavy winds sounded against the ship, rocking it slightly.
You met the rest of the group in the airlock. Allan was about to press the button to shut the door into the hallâlocking them out with an airtight seal. But Ellie stopped him with a wave of her gloved hand. âYour suits not zipped up all the way. Turn around.â She told you, gesturing with her hand for you to turn. Her voice echoing in your helmet, you do as she says; as itâs a safety concern. But you were still annoyed with herâand you were sure that she was still annoyed with you.
She zipped up the back, latching it with a metal button. Ellie even made sure that your helmet was sealed and secure. You grabbed your pack, swinging it onto your back. Then began locking everything into place with buckles and latches. âThanksâŠâ You muttered, barely sparing her a glance. âAllan, the door.â
He glanced at Sophia with eyes you couldnât read, before pressing the button. The airlock sealed, puffs of air releasing from the hinges.
The hatch creaked as it fell open, hitting the ground with a thud. The assistants marveled, stepping toward the threshold. You and Ellie mirroring them, approaching where they stood. The morning skyâs were clear and blue. With the reflection of two, perfectly circular moons in view. Allan turned around, looking at his main supervisor.
âItâs your missionâ you should be the first to step foot on it.â
Ellie smiled through her helmet, glancing at you, briefly. You didnât spare her much of a glance, you just rocked on your feet. She should be lucky she has such supportive students.
âI think its just as much as Dr. Jonesâ mission as it is Dr. Williamsâ.â Sophie spoke up, lifted her eyebrows. âIf it werenât for Dr. J⊠We wouldnât have The Firefly; I think they both should go. Together.â
âHolding handsâŠâ
You put your hand up, scrunching your eyebrows. âAll right, thatâs enough.â Rolling your eyes, you chuckled, dryly. âWe can go together⊠If you donât mind.â
Ellie shrugged. âIt takes a teamâs effort to succeedâŠâ She held out her gloved hand.
Sighing, you took her hand. She held onto your gloved hand, gently, pulling you toward the hatch. The wind whistled, nearly blowing the two of you over, but when your feet jumped into the mudâthe assistants cheered. âThatâs one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind!â Ellie exclaimed, swinging your arm, unintentionally.
You meet her eyes, laughing at the reference. âBe original.â You playfully, jested. Turning back to the team. âLetâs begin our testingâ shall we?â
The team was out there for hours with test tubes collecting matter of different forms. You grabbed bites of temperature and took notes of the environment. The assistants diligently workedâdoing exactly what they were told. Ellie kept her distance from you, but never forgot to spare you a glance every now and then. Pretending not to notice, you kept to your work. Walking in and out of the shuttle, collecting data. Trying not to mind it one bit.
Fatigue began to rain over everyoneâincluding yourself. Despite your incessant need to prove otherwise. It was reaching twenty-one hundred; it was past their bedtime. Allan and Sophia had grabbed the supplies propped outside, bringing them back into the shuttle. They were the last touch the ground for the evening. But, you and Ellie had been hibernating inside the shuttle running chemical tests on the matter collected.
A makeshift dinner was prepared by the leading astrophysicist as a prized delight. She was proud with how hard everyone workedâgiving the pep talk of a lifetime. Her influential words were really meant for your students. You even added a few supportive statements to hers. Applauding their work. Then, eating ensued; chowing down on the blandest food known to mankind.
It was not long before half the crew went to bed. You disappeared into the comms room to film the first scientific update of Jacksonâs planet. The sliding door shutting with a smooth sss sound. In your hand, you held a personal vial of the dirt you found. With pieces of rocks and, what you could only assume to be, grass stuffed into the top. White scotch tape labeled the small glass: J-74.
There was a small television screen built into the wall. Touch screen. With a little camera at the top center of the shape. You pressed the screen until the recording option came up. Clearing your throat, you started by saying the date and time, then your name. âWe just finished day one on Jacksonâs planetâ it was a busy day.â You held up the vial of dirt, shaking it around. âBut it was well worth it.â A grin stretched across your face.
âThe team has loads of research aheadâ thank God for Allan and Soph; theyâve already made this trip easierâ but the odds are looking up.â You nod, continuing. âJackson just might be everything that we need for our survival. Just like Dr. Williams anticipated.â
Sss!
The door opened, revealing the auburn-haired academic. âShit-talking me in the comms room?â Ellie raised an eyebrow as she entered. But, upon noticing your filming, she paused in her steps. Cursing to herself. âFuck, Iâm sorry.â She cursed herself, again, for swearing on company file. Her notepad was glued to her handâas per usual.
âSpeak of the devil and she shall appear.â You chortle after glancing over your shoulder at the woman. âDr. J, signing off.â Ceasing the recording, you swiveled around in your rolling stool. Ellie wandered around the room with a nervous aura. Bending the notepad back and forth. âI hope youâre not wanting my opinion on another equation⊠Iâm on too much of a high to bicker tonight.â
Ellie chuckled, dryly. âNot this time. I actually wanted to apologize for this morning.â She inhaled, stiffly. âI was unprofessionalâ youâre the best this team has; I could never replace youââ
âOkay, I get it. Apology accepââ
âLet me finish!â She held up a hand. You blinked with a slightly surprised expression, pursing your lips. âI could never replace you nor would I want toâ Ellie paced the floor before you. âAnd, yes, it was very childish for me to ask Allan to take a vow of silence when communicating with Sophia and you. That was wrong. But, in his defense, he argued me down about itâŠâ She rambled, messing with her hair, notebook, fingersâeverything to busy herself.
This may have been the first time that she has ever thoroughly apologized. Usually, the two of you let the frustration from arguments simmer; then, eventually talk to each other. âWhereâs Ellie Williams and what have you done with her?â You joked, standing to your feet. She was a nervous person, but never this nervous. âSeriously, itâs fine. No hard feelingsâ we do this all the time.â
You move to leave the room, pressing your key card against the receiver. That familiar puffing of air doesnât soundâthe door doesnât open. The light flashes red. Deepening your eyebrows, you try again. Ellie watches you, intently. Her lips parted, wanting to speak. The focus on you breaks when she realizes she canât leave either. âLet me try.â
She waves her card, and it flashes red. You swear, stepping backwards, in thought. Was it the high winds? When you built The Firefly, you made sure to consider every possibility externally. Did you really forget about the smaller detailsâlike doors? You werenât the only one working on this contraption, so this issue couldnât have been on you. âHave there been any complications in any of the other sectors of the shuttle?â You asked.
âUhm, not that I know ofâ I havenât had any problems.â
âSo, itâs just this one⊠Hm.â You hum, feeling the gears of the door. Bracing your hand on the part of the door that opens, you attempt to pry it open with your hands. Grunting, using most of your strength. Sighing, you look at the woman next to youâgawking. âAre gonna stand there or are you gonna help me?â You exhaled. âYou must want to be locked in here with me.â
She jumped to action, tossing her notebook aside to try to pry open the door. âTo be honest, Iâm not complainingâŠâ Ellie muttered to herself. But she was close enough for you to hear.
Abruptly, you stopped pulling. âWhat?â Your eyebrows deepened, placing your hands on your hips. âWhat did you just say?â You questioned, gently. Confusion written along the faint fine lines across your face. Ellie pressed her lips into a line, stepping back from the door as well.
âI have a confession.â
âA confession? Am I being punked?â
She crossed her arms. âDo you seriously think Iâm incapable of being nice to you?â
You shrugged, pursing your lips. âFor longer than ten minutes⊠Yeah, I find it a little hard to believe.â Ellie scoffed, dropping her hands at her side. She began to pace, again, but in a different way. Leaving a trail of frustration and irritation in her path. âEllie, weâve been butting heads since we met. Excuse me for being a little surprised at the word confession.â
The scientist looked over her shoulder, partially glaring. âDid you ever consider why we bump heads so much?â
You cleared your throat, awkwardly. âUhm, you hate that Iâm smarter than you.â You chortle, but she doesnât laugh. âKidding.â
Swiveling around, her freckled cheeks were as red as a tomato. âEllie, Iâm kidding.â You tried, approaching her slowly, remorsefully. Youâve never seen her this way before. Her foresty eyes were glistening and wide like she wanted to cry. Placing a hand on her bare arm, you felt her muscles flinch. âYouâre probably the only person at work that actually meets my intellectâ maybe even exceeds it at times.â
âPluto and Charon.â Ellie mumbles, examining your features. Overthinking the feeling of your hand on her bicep.
âWhat about them?â
âDo you think Pluto always noticed Charon?â
You thoughtfully averted your eyes, but your fingers remained against her warm skin. âSheâs so large, I doubt Pluto didnât always notice Charon. How could she miss her? I mean, they share a face.â
A beat passed between the two of you, leaving room for you to finally understand. Were you that stupid? The most remarkable thing about you was your intellect. So, you wondered, how this could slip by so easily? Ellie had to frame her words in a way that youâd understand. Astronomy.
âOh.â Your hand drifted up her arm, over her bones shoulder, resting lightly over her trapezius. âEllie⊠You have a thing for me?â
She tries to brush your hand off her skin because she was beginning to feel claustrophobic. But, you resist, taking her other hand in yours. Perhaps, you never fully thought about itâdrowning yourself in your work. However, when you do think about it, you loved working with her. Even if that meant arguing and bickering every few minutes. At least you got to be around her; seeing her pretty freckled face for hours at a time. Watching her eyebrows twitch in thought as she solved equations.
âDonât shy away from me now.â Your hand reached to cup her cheek; drawing comforting lines across her skin. Pluto always noticed Charon. It was natural for them to be in each others orbitâstuck like glue.
Despite her nerves, Ellieâs hands found solace at your hips before she leaned in for your lips. You pushed your body against hers, wrapping your arms around her neck; somehow wanting her closer. Her lips were soft and slow moving against yoursâmelting with passion and warmth. You could tell that she yearned for you, unlocking a part of you that yearned for her. Slowly, the kiss intensified. Ellieâs hands clenched at your tank top, slipping her fingers under the hem.
While your skin was being set aflame by her touch, you pulled away. Eyeing her with glimmers of lust in your irises. âThis is great, uhm, but weâre still stuck in the comms roomâŠâ Your brushed hair from her face. âI donât want the entirety of Houston to see or hear what weâre doing.â
âWeâre not doing anythingâŠâ She smirked, keeping your hips flush to hers.
âRight.â You grin. âLetâs wake the assistants.â
The two of you separated, hesitantly. Ellie reached for the intercom button, but when you both heard giggling from the other side of the doorâall movements ceased.
