NOLDEN 22 DO IT.
You know it REALLY troubles me that we transition from happy Mei to Naked Nolden Makeouts and that’s what inspired this little ditty. ENJOY.
22. “How to kill the mood 101.″
There’s only another week before they arrive at Tycho. Another week with their passengers. Another week with Naomi.
And then the Roci will be emptier than before, with his heart. But Holden tries not to think about that.
What he does think about is how much time Naomi seems to want to spend in their bed before she goes. How much time he wants to spend there too. Especially when she’s got him pinned to the wall, lips on his neck and hans scrambling to push his jumpsuit off his shoulders. She nips at his skin, drawing a laugh out of him.
“Is there a reason why you’re in such a hurry, XO,” he breathes, shrugging off the offending top half of his jumpsuit. “Dinner isn’t for a few hours, we have nowhere to be.”
Naomi makes some sort of a growling, laughing sound in the crook of his neck. “I want you, is that a good enough reason, Captain?”
No better answer really exists, except to agree. “You raise a good point.” He grabs her wrists, turns them and pins her hands to the bulkhead above her head. “And I second it.”
Holden repeats her earlier actions, kissing down her jaw to her neck. Naomi’s breathing is harsh in his ears, and combined with his pulse in his ears, loud enough to drown out everything around him. Including the sound of the door opening. Not loud enough to drown out the surprised, high pitched squeal.
“Ew! Mr. Amos! They’re kissing in here!”
Jerking his face away from Naomi’s neck, Holden looks at the doorway to see a small face of one of the little girls they’d rescued—Zarina—peeking from around the edge. She eeps when their eyes meet, running away down the corridor with ecstatic giggling. Amos appears shortly after, slightly out of breath himself, looking not at all surprised at the position they’re in.
“Sorry, Cap,” is all he manages, sounding not at all sorry, before shutting the door and following her. Holden stares at the door for a long few moments, until Naomi starts shaking under his grip. He turns back to her, eyebrow raised. To find her laughing. He tries to fight his responding smile, but it’s a fool’s errand, and soon he’s laughing too.
“Jim… we’re kissing in here,” Naomi forces out before dissolving into more laughter.
“How to Kill the Mood 101: Interrupting Children,” he jokes, chuckling as he releases her hands and rests his forehead against hers. She drapes her arms over his shoulders, teases her short nails up and down the back of his neck. They stay that way for a while, breathing each other in until she tips her chin up to catch his lips in a kiss.
“I’m sure we’ll revive it somehow.”
Holden hums, brushes his nose against hers and kisses her again. For now, this is fine. He wants to stay in this moment forever. It could be one of their last. It’s perfect, interrupting child or no.
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