Could've been a poet

Yeah okay hi I'm Miller you've probably seen me pushing around crates in the hanger because that's literally my only job description.

[freelancermichigan]

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[milleringaround]

that's because you're... you. and i'm, uh, me. [and miller avoids looking up because not only because of that but also because yeah okay he really does like her taking charge. it's his "thing" or whatever. instead, he trails down her chest and stomach, kissing and sucking and nipping on occasion, hands parting her legs and sliding down out of her reach] 

[freelancermichigan]

[Is already curling her toes and her eyelids are dropping just barely as she watches him. The corner of her mouth twitches up for a moment] Are you saying good boy Miller is actually horny for once in his life?

[milleringaround]

do you really need a reminder about how the third time we hung out was because of a booty call? [rolling his eyes, miller goes back to what he was doing until her shirt gets in the way. he leans back to pull her shirt off and continues petulantly] you can't still be upset that i didn't want to have sex in the same house my mom was in. 

[freelancermichigan]

[Quiet for a few moments, she leans up and kisses him softly.] I’m glad you get to go see your mom. Tell her hi, for me? I can be patient a little while longer, I guess. [There’s a little eyeroll as she tries to brush off the fact that she’s really, really not looking forward to him leaving and she rests her head on his chest.] See here I was going to ravage you, now I’m in full cuddle mode. See what you do?

[milleringaround]

well [miller goes for a roll on the little bed and winds up on top of her] it does work both directions, doesn't it? and i mean. i still have a couple hours. [miller drops his head to leave a few kisses on her neck and then pauses to glance up at her face again] if you're okay with that?

[freelancermichigan]

[Rolling them over so she can be on top, Michigan peers down at him and just smiles for a long while. She kisses him every once in a while but then finally sighs and presses them cheek to cheek] Why do you have to go so soon… I just got back…

[milleringaround]

it won't be for too long [miller tries to soothe, keeping a straight face about his own feelings about the matter. sure, he could tell her the truth, but what was the point? she had a lot on her plate anyways.] and when i put in the request i didn't know that you'd be coming back any time soon.

[freelancermichigan]

[The tension in her shoulders slips away, just a little, and she leans into him more - at least, until he fucking tickles her because then she’s laughing and flails at him, grabbing his jaw again and peering at him accusingly] M-Miller stop it! Don’t you dare… I’m trying to cuddle you here.

[milleringaround]

[miller grins back and tries for an innocent-looking expression] sorry. [not sorry.] i'll play nice i guess [and he does, knowing how cris can get tired after her missions. going ahead and just squishing her against his front, miller hugs her firmly and lets out contented sigh]

[freelancermichigan]

No it’s a real term I just made it up. You’re squishy, like the inside of a cinnamon roll, you know- the heart and it’s gooey and the best part of it. [She laughs and wiggles her way down him to wrap both arms and legs around him and bury her face in his neck, kissing lightly] Doughy.

[milleringaround]

[miller can't help the dopey grin and surrenders without fight to her affection, holding her for a moment. then goes for a tickle. because yeah it's been a while since he got to hear her laugh and he's keen to keep it going] i'm going to come up with something to call you... eventually

[freelancermichigan]

There were a few outbreaks, but we kept the main force in line and away from the Academy. [She blinks at him taking a picture and sits up on one elbow] What was that for? Isn’t that one mine? Since when are you going all dough-y romance— Wait. Nevermine. [She grins a catlike, sharp smile] You’ve always been doughy.

[milleringaround]

mine is too far away and [miller stops and blinks at her and mouths the word "doughy" to himself just once before repeating it out loud] doughy? what? i don't even know what that meansit's not a real term are you sleep deprived or something

[freelancermichigan]

[She has half a mind not to answer, just hold him tight as she lets them fall into bed. She doesn’t for a good minute, simply running her hands through his hair and breathing in deeply.] Not much, surprisingly, unless you count helping teens misbehave a bit trouble. Which… It is I guess but not that bad.

I got to help this military academy and stuff, guarded it from a potential alien infiltration. [Her lips twitch up, just a bit, and she sighs contently.] It was nice, almost like being home again.

[milleringaround]

well i guess that's a pretty good place for teens to cause trouble. [careful with his chin, he looks up at cris while still resting against her. her smile makes him smile too and he makes some wiggling attempts to get to his datapad but settles for hers to take a picture to send to himself.] only potential though? anything happen?

[freelancermichigan]

[She pulls him in through the door with no heed to the sweat on his brow and just tugs him to her bed. Grabbing his face with her hands, she kisses him hard until she’s forced to pull back for air.] I should’ve just stolen you away to go with me on my mission. You would’ve liked it.

[milleringaround]

[and miller just complies happily and soaks up every second. he missed her. it's somewhat easy to keep her out of his mind while she's off on her missions, but it all really hits the second he sees her. she pulls back for air and he shamelessly buries his face against her chest and wraps his arms around her stomach.] yeah? what trouble did you get up to?

[milleringaround]

[pvt] yeah, that part sucks. we can spend some time together before i leave, though. and no, he actually seemed kind of annoyed that i was cleared for the leave and stuff.

[freelancermichigan]

[pvt] Just. Can you come over?

[milleringaround]

[pvt] sure

[milleringaround]

[pvt] yeah, in a couple of hours? gonna visit for a few days and then do some work at a base on earth since they need some extra hands and i’m being transported down there anyways. it’s on a beach.

[freelancermichigan]

[pvt] I… Ugh. Okay. I really want to bitch about it but… Work’s work I guess and I left on a mission but just. So- soon? Can we at least see each other? This doesn’t have anything to do with the director does it?

[milleringaround]

[pvt] yeah, that part sucks. we can spend some time together before i leave, though. and no, he actually seemed kind of annoyed that i was cleared for the leave and stuff.

[milleringaround]

[pvt] yeah, it’s alright. i got a talking to. but on a good note i got approved for my leave to go visit mom again. she’s got some big event going on or something.

[freelancermichigan]

[pvt] What? You’re leaving? When?

[milleringaround]

[pvt] yeah, in a couple of hours? gonna visit for a few days and then do some work at a base on earth since they need some extra hands and i'm being transported down there anyways. it's on a beach.

[milleringaround]

freelancermichigan replied to your post:[PVT] I feel like you shouldn't.... Report to the Director...

[pvt] Did you, then? What happened? Fuck this so much.

[pvt] yeah, it's alright. i got a talking to. but on a good note i got approved for my leave to go visit mom again. she's got some big event going on or something.

[milleringaround]

[PVT] I feel like you shouldn't.... Report to the Director...

[pvt] yeah okay i'll scratch that out of my schedule and put in ejecting myself out an airlock instead since that sounds safer than not reporting to him

[atrocitatealpha]

"Temporary as in until I dean you fit to return to your post," the Director waved the pad at him impatiently. "You have your orders. I will contact you when it is time for your return. And let me make one thing perfectly clear: while I will be monitoring your performance at this outpost I will also be monitoring activities on-board Mother of Invention and until they are up to my standards, you will remain at the outpost.”

He glanced at the private over his glasses. “I hope I am making myself clear for you, Private Miller. I do not like having my authority undermined.”

[milleringaround]

"okay." 

miller keeps his mouth shut from any of his other numerous responses, just like he's done his whole military career, and goes ahead and takes the datapad and scurries out of the room. he really doesn't think that there's much more the director can throw at him for not tacking on a "sir" in there. 

alright. four hours. at least he'll have something new to talk to his mom about on their next call.

[atrocitatealpha]

"Private Miller." The Director looked up from his work as soon as the young man entered and the door slid shut. He didn’t bother standing and gestured at a seat across from him. "I’m glad you came promptly. I’m not a fan of tardiness."

Moving a datapad aside, the Director pulled another from his desk, turning it on and moved through the files. “I have a temporary reassignment for you, Private Miller. Off ship on a planet with one of our key communications array. Since your talents are in hangar management and this particular base is having issues managing supplies I believe you are the ideal candidate.”

He held out the datapad. “You leave in four hours, am I understood?”

[milleringaround]

go to the director's office immediately. okay. not a fan of tardiness. okay. get assigned to some random planet. o k a y.

"uh," he stumbles a bit not because he's easily bowled over but because he wants to make sure he actually got all the details. not really much he can do. not when the head of the program is telling you to fuck off. but he usually could... make due? so things weren't terrible? "yeah, sir, i understand. but, uh, how temporary?"

[milleringaround]

alright well this kind of sucked. but he'd been expecting some kind of talk? just not with the director. maybe the counselor? but not the director. this didn't seem like the kind of thing a director should concern himself with? but. well. obviously miller wasn't running the program so fuck whatever ways he thought things should ran.

his datapad pings with a message from cris but. well. yeah kinda too late. he makes his way to the director's office and tries not to look too much like a kid called up to the principal's office in the middle of class.