(Psst, @everythingyouthinkyouknowisalie, cute flustered bbiesss)
He was really getting tired of this.
They’d taken on a few passengers for a system-hop, and as usual, a few of said passengers had taken a liking to Sharpclaw. It was understandable, really- he was intelligent, kind, gentle, and quite handsome. So the interest was fine, it really was, it was just...
There was a very persistent lady in this batch of passengers, and she wouldn’t stop hitting on Sharpclaw. And he was clearly starting to get uncomfortable with it, so... so it wasn’t okay any more.
Tail bushed slightly and flicking at the tip, Talon stalked up to the woman making his captain upset, then stepped around in front of her with his spine as straight as possible. That put him at easily nine feet tall, and it made it very clear that he wasn’t messing around. “Um, hi. I’m not sure if you haven’t noticed or just don’t care, but he’s gay. And you are making him uncomfortable. And-”
With that, he picked Sharpclaw up and slung the smaller feline easily over his shoulder, grabbing a pawful of his rump in the process. “-mine.” he growled, then whirled around and stalked off along the hallway, wanting to get Sharpclaw away from the person who’d been bothering him.
Sharpclaw yelped at the abrupt grab, then whined in embarrassment and hid his face in his paws, though he didn’t try to get away. And he- ohhh kriff this was hot. Except that- “Talonnn... everybody’s gonna know now.”
“Yeah, but then maybe people will stop hitting on you.” Talon grumbled, then paused and put Sharpclaw back down, suddenly concerned. “Did- should I not have done that?” he asked anxiously, clearly worried that he’d upset him. “Are- are you mad?”
“No, no, just- just a little bit embarrassed. Little bit.” Sharpclaw whispered, then slowly stepped closer and looked up at Talon, his voice soft but not uncertain. “I, uh- y’know what? Pick me up again. This is, uh... actually kinda... really hot.”
Talon blinked, then grinned and scooped Sharpclaw back up, easily slinging him over one shoulder. Humming softly, he gently patted Sharpclaw’s rump just to hear his captain squeak, then gladly headed off towards his room. “Then I guess I’ll just, mmm, stake my claim.”