11 with Phasma
Sure!
Phasma + “I crave your affection, but I crave your silence even more– shut up.”
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You never remembered Starkiller being this cold. Even when you were assigned to patrol the outside of the base it never seemed to be this frigid. Of course it was only a temporary discomfort, given that this was a short intel mission. All you had to do was take the records from this rumored Resistance base back to the Supremacy and then you’d be home free.
The only thing making bear this mission and the conditions was your captain in charge. Phasma.
She had been your captain for what felt like years. There had been so many in charge of your squadron but none of them, at least in your opinion, measured up to Phasma. She was cunning, precise and otherwise cold blooded. Her work and technique were flawless. You didn’t just respect her, you admired her.
And now it found you behind her on this foreign terrain. Treading cautiously behind her with careful breaths and a tight grip on your blaster.
“Only a little further till we’re in range.”
You nodded in response, “Copy.”
Three steps were taken forward, your mind already going through the procedures you had to enact the moment you gained access. What you had to look for, what you should open, holos that you should crack the codes to first. Everything had an order and a reason.
Just as you were about to run through it once more, you froze. The sound of multiple footsteps suddenly brought you and Phasma to a halt. While you froze solid like a statue it seemed as though Phasma hit a snag abruptly.
Just as she was about to stand firm, mirroring your own posture, her chrome boot caught in something beneath the new snowy terrain. With your eyes widening, fully aware of the other presence that might hear her armor crash against the ground, you sprung forward. With a quick hand and firm grip you wrapped your hand around her armor, gripping tightly to the fold in her elbow. Given how heavy she was in the armor you weren’t certain you would stop her from creating a rather loud clanking noise, but it was worth the shot. If anything she would give you credit no matter the outcome.
To your relief your grip was just enough. With the slightest grunt of exertion escaping from her mask, her fully armored self stopped abruptly just inches from the ground as she braced herself and tugged on your grip of support. Almost instantly you sighed in relief.
After a quick moment Phasma nudged her helmet towards you, signaling that she wanted to stand. Or more so, get your assistance so no noise came from your otherwise concealed vantage point. You gave a nod back in response before using your strength to lift her back to her full height. Unfortunately due to the over exertion of your effort she did more than just stand to her full height.
Still linked to your arm, Phasma abruptly flew up to her full height and straight against your chest. Against any other judgment except keeping her off of the ground and keeping you both concealed you pulled your other arm around her. Had you not been trying to brace her weight against your own on a slippery snow scape it would likely look like you were embracing each other to any other passerby.
The air suddenly seemed to grow warm, or perhaps that was just you? You couldn’t quite tell. Frankly you were afraid to find out as well considering that your captain was staring directly at you mere inches away from your face, mask or not.
You stuttered, “I’m uh-I’m-”
Phasma’s gloved hand suddenly flew up between you as she placed one finger up, “I crave your affection, but I crave your silence even more– shut up.“
Your brows furrowed for a moment, “You crave my affection?”
Your tone was so quiet you weren’t even sure if you had said it aloud. From Phasma’s next move though, you got your answer.
Without breaking eye contact with you she used her other hand to blast a shot up and at a 120 degree angle from the both of you. Just as you were about to question her motives you took quick notice of the Resistance fighters body plummeting down to the snow almost as quickly as the flakes from the sky.
“This is not really the place to discuss that.”
You nodded quickly as you broke away from her getting your blaster ready, “Agreed.”
“On my mark.”
