Chrisjen x Bobbie - An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.
Bobbiehad put on her power armor so many times, she hadn’t ever bothered to keepcount. It felt like a second skin, the weight familiar, the parts clicking intoplace like they had never left. But it was different this time. It had beendifferent on the Guanshiyin, but that had been a crisis situation, adrenalineand training taking over. But she was on Martian frigate that wasn’t Martiananymore, surrounded by everything her planet had made.
But shewas donning her armor as a traitor, as a defector, snapping everything intoplace to help a bunch of misfits and an Earther who would have died if it weren’tfor her. Nothing about this should feel right, she didn’t have her team to yellencouraging words at, no hatred at Earth to spew. It was just her and her armor,and a people she barely knew but had to trust to stop a war.
“Whenthe rains fall hard on Olympus Mons, who are we?” she whispered as she checkedthe ammo of her gun. Somewhere she could hear the answering call, the sound ofher team filling the small space, their voices echoing off the walls.
“MMC.”The far too familiar voice reached her ears and she spun around, eyebrowsraised. Avasarala just smiled, leaning against the ladder, looking just ascomfortable there as she had in her own office. It was a skill that Bobbiealmost felt envious of.
“Do youthink I can’t recognize a Martian Marine Corps battle cry? I thought there wasa lot more crushing our mountains and draining our rivers in it.” There wasn’tany venom behind her words and despite having been stuck in same room as herfor several days, it was difficult to reconcile this softer side of Avasaralawith the woman who could cut down anyone with her words. Even stripped of her fineryand a good few inches shorter in her mag boots than her heels, she was still anintimidating person.
Bobbieshrugged. “Seems pointless now.”
“Itdoes. Things have changed too fucking much.” Avasarala looked up at her, not inthe slightest put off by Bobbie’s height or the armor that made her even morelethal. Her expression was surprisingly soft. “Not all of it for the worse.”
The intensityof the look in her eyes made Bobbie’s breath catch in her throat. How was she havingthis effect on her without doing anything? Right before Bobbie was walking intowhatever the fuck was going on down on Io as well. “Why are you down here?Shouldn’t you be up there with Holden?”
“DonQuixote can take care of himself, for a little while anyway, without blowing upthe system. I came here to tell you to do what you think is right down there.Don’t be too fucking reckless. And don’t die.” She sounded oddly vulnerable,despite her bravado to be the powerful Earther politician. Avasarala’s hand hadlanded on her chest plate and Bobbie swore she could feel the warmth of herskin through her armor.
“Is thatan Earther battle cry?” She said lamely, trying to cut through some of thetension that was suddenly in the air.
“No. Butyou can consider it an order if you like.” There was a moment of silence whereBobbie wasn’t sure what to do, what to say. Avasarala seemed to know, raisingherself up on her toes, her hand moving to the back of Bobbie’s neck. Bobbie’sbrain shut off. She just stopped thinking, unable to deal with the fact thatthis was real, this was happening. She watched Avasarala’s face moving closerand her eyes fell shut of their own accord.
At thefirst touch of Avasarala’s, or Chrisjen’s, she should probably start thinkingof her as Chrisjen now, Chrisjen’s lips against her own, Bobbie felt her heartstop. She was being kissed by Chrisjen, right before a possible deadly mission downto Io and she had no idea how to respond. She just let it happen, she let thekiss happen.
UntilChrisjen tried to pull back. She suddenly snapped into action, wrapping an armaround her waist, holding her close, finally kissing her back. Chrisjen felt somuch smaller than she looked. Bobbie had no idea why this was happening, butshe didn’t want it to stop. Chrisjen knew how to kiss. If she had had herhelmet on, she was pretty sure it would tell her heartbeat was off the charts.
It waswith regret that she pulled back, stumbling a little as she gave Chrisjen awide-eyed look, trying to slow down her breathing. Chrisjen looked a little dazedherself, her chest moving rapidly against the tight fabric of her flightsuit. Bobbielicked her lips and, god, she could still taste her there. “What – what wasthat for?”
Chrisjenraised an eyebrow, her hands moving over her hips as if to straighten herclothes. “That was for me. And a little incentive for you to come back.” Thatdefinitely sounded like an order and Bobbie just nodded, hoping she wouldn’thave to disappoint her.
