a dandy guy, in space!

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Mina’s breath is coming faster now, cheeks completely flushed. The way that she loved him, nothing could compare. She wanted to be his everything. She wanted to everywhere he was. Wanted to care for him, and cook for him, and bear pups for him. The last thought has her shuddering in want, bouncing lightly on her toes and hoping he doesn’t notice the spike in her arousal.

It’s embarrassing, how worked up she is after simply dancing. She doesn’t let him finish, covering his mouth with her own. Her kiss is not gentle in the slightest, a heady mixture of love and lust. She needed to be alone with him, to learn his body. To be studied by him. Her head was full of pheromones.

Sliding her lips against his, she pulls back with a wet breath and whispers while looking into his eyes, “I’ve been ready for you since the dock.” With his hands in hers, it’s easy to slide one up the front of her skirt between them where no one else could see. He’s met with panties soaked through, and she knows that it’ll waken the wolf beneath the surface. “I’ve never wanted someone like this, Castor. I trust you to take care of me tonight, no more hesitating.” More than anything she wanted him to whisk her away to his ship and not let her leave til the sun came up.

Castor feels like he’s dreaming, like there is a glitch in his brain and this isn’t actually happening. She really just took his breath away and now she’s begging him to take her home now. That never happens after one drink, but the kicker is she decided all of this the minute they met? She fucking felt it too and that is probably the most amazing and weird thing to happen in the history of ever in his eyes. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Without worrying about the bill or the people that may or may not give a shit about them, he grabs her hand and pulls her outside into the crisp, cool air. Castor weaves them both through the walkways of Port Gem with one mission in mind, but as they are getting nearer to his ship he wonders if she’ll care that it’s somewhat small and pretty bare inside. When they reach his designated landing pad, he hesitates for a split second before placing his hand on the scanner to open the door. “It’s… really not much. I hope you don’t mind the mess.”

Vintage paper photos were strung across the top of one side of the main area, all photos of his large family. A picture of Gem flipping off the camera and Desmond behind her rolling his eyes, there’s one of Pluto and Desmond with their arms around each other staring out onto the icy plains, another of the whole lot of them holding up peace signs, and so much more pretty much telling his whole meaning for life.

As soon as the door slides shut, Castor’s heart jumps into overdrive and he’s pushing her back against the door. Time seems to slow down, and the moment before he kisses her, his eyes focus on hers to remind her she can change her mind if she wants. If she’s on cloud nine like he is, she’ll probably just be annoyed with another hesitation. Castor can’t help it though, because this is wonderfully strange as it is.

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Mina knew better than to drink with wolves. She had one or two embarrassing stories about trying to outlast her pack members in a drinking contest. She looks at her drink, running a finger down the glass and through its condensation. She wasn’t surprised he found her at all, it was in their blood. “Good enough,” she murmurs like she’s tired of the small talk. She thinks they both are. Leaning her face on one hand, she raises her drink to him before downing it as well.

With the same finger she wipes the excess off her lips and sucks it off, leaning back in her chair. “Mmm, think I found what I was looking for,” she continues, her gaze almost as electric as her touch. She decides to share a little more with him, hoping he’ll trust her as much as she trusts him right now. He’d rip a throat out for her, she already knew. Love was funny like that. “Taking a break from my family, well, my dad in particular.”

In the dim light he looks even more delicious than he had at the port. Something about it accentuated the danger lurking beneath his skin. But Mina loved that beast inside of him, she’d never seen it, but she loved it. She slips out of her booth and walks over to the jukebox nearby to their table. “Do you dance?” she asks him, already swaying her hips as she chooses a song.

With his hands on her hips and their bodies moving together with the beat of the music, Cas feels like he is high. Coincidentally, getting high didn’t change him at all anymore either, but if being around her made him lightheaded this had to be real love. It is so strange to admit it, but this has to what it really feels like.

Castor has to think of everything else to keep himself from getting hard against her behind, but it’s difficult when all of his senses are filled with her. His voice is lower and a bit more husky when he replies, “You could come with me.” And now he doesn’t want to dance anymore, he just wants to take her…

Shit. He can’t take her to his house, but what would it look like if he took her to a hotel? Would that offend her or make her feel special? The real question is does he even have money for a hotel. Of course, his ship is pretty cozy and now he feels like an idiot for not thinking of that first.

His hands travel up her body and farther up her arms until he grasps her hands in his. Castor spins her one more time before he stops her to look in her eyes, “My ship is at another docking area, it’s not too far…”

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Mina knew better than to drink with wolves. She had one or two embarrassing stories about trying to outlast her pack members in a drinking contest. She looks at her drink, running a finger down the glass and through its condensation. She wasn’t surprised he found her at all, it was in their blood. “Good enough,” she murmurs like she’s tired of the small talk. She thinks they both are. Leaning her face on one hand, she raises her drink to him before downing it as well.

With the same finger she wipes the excess off her lips and sucks it off, leaning back in her chair. “Mmm, think I found what I was looking for,” she continues, her gaze almost as electric as her touch. She decides to share a little more with him, hoping he’ll trust her as much as she trusts him right now. He’d rip a throat out for her, she already knew. Love was funny like that. “Taking a break from my family, well, my dad in particular.”

In the dim light he looks even more delicious than he had at the port. Something about it accentuated the danger lurking beneath his skin. But Mina loved that beast inside of him, she’d never seen it, but she loved it. She slips out of her booth and walks over to the jukebox nearby to their table. “Do you dance?” she asks him, already swaying her hips as she chooses a song.

Castor sets his glass aside and stares at her lips while her finger crosses them, he bites his knuckle when she sucks her finger before his eyes meet hers again. She knows exactly what she was doing and for whatever reason he is the one lucky enough to have her attention. Maybe she feels the same pull towards him.

His family knew what it was like to distance themselves from parents, so he didn’t bother to dig deeper. If she wanted to talk about it she could, but now didn’t seem like the time either of them wanted to waste on words. Almost as if she knows what he was thinking, she leaves the booth to hit the dance floor and he’s not far behind her.

“A little.” he smirks before he grabs her hand and spins her into his body. With her this close he is enveloped by her scent and he almost moves to quickly and kisses her. Instead, he starts swaying his hips with hers, content in rubbing his cheek in her hair. Castor almost keeps his thoughts to himself, but he had two drinks and she has no idea they aren’t affecting him. He could blame his bluntness on that.

“I don’t know what it is about you, but I feel like you’re driving me insane. All day you were on my mind, I would have finished work early if my last shipment came in on time.” Never in his life has a woman stolen his heart like this, not even when he thought he found ‘The One’ as a teenager.

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Mina almost heads straight for the bar, but with the wind that blows past her she’s reminded of the hairspray and perfume and lotion covering her body right now. She thinks of his poor nose in this port all day, surrounded by heavy unfamiliar smells. How did he stand it? She stops short on the boardwalk and turns back towards her ship. A hot shower has her body stripped of artificial scent, and she stares at herself in the mirror as she towel dries her hair.

She didn’t look any different, but she felt like a whole new person. A mate. She had a mate. A lifetime spent loving werewolves, and now she finally belonged. She traces the freckles on her chest, remembering the spark of electricity between them. A soft, happy giggle escapes her. Her own mate, and he was beautiful. Turning away from the mirror, she digs through her closet for something new to wear.

It’s hard to settle but she thinks a skirt is best, to show off her legs. Castor’s wolf would probably want a good look at her, even without him knowing it. She pulls it on before grabbing a loose top, one that shrugs on her shoulders. Before she heads out the door, she slides on her boots and grabs the map he’d lent her. 

Waiting for him felt like years, but when he walked through the door she knew it was all worth it.  His scent is clearer to her now that they were away from the masses. She smiles at him, soft and sweet. “Better now.” Leaning across the table, she looks at him with a tilted head. Half to show off her neck to him, and half to better assess him. “Rough day, huh? No more pleasantly unexpected visitors?”

To be honest with himself, he really didn’t expect her to wait around for him. Castor knew he was pretty damn good looking, but she sought him out and now she even waited eight and a half hours for him. Maybe she really didn’t just sit around and wait, but it was a little sketchy. Why does it matter though, why is he questioning himself now that he’s sitting in front of her? He could smell her, not the perfume she had on earlier which was pleasant but a little strong.

Castor raises his fingers for three drinks and a waiter shows up with them shortly after. Thankfully, Polly is being nice tonight apparently. He downs the first one and pushes a second one over to her, “Well you know, no one could top the first one.” He winks and raises the third glass up to cheers.

Alcohol didn’t really affect him anymore since the attack, and after his first full moon he realized what might be happening to him. Luckily, Desmond actually knew a lot about other species so he was a helpful sort of guidebook. It was frustrating, but tonight he really doesn’t want to think about that.

Now that he’s off work, Castor is enjoying that strange feeling from earlier. It seems more appropriate in this setting, somewhat private even though they are surrounded. He wants to hold her hand, to share electricity with her again. Melt together like they were meant to be even though they just met. Castor never before believed in love at first sight, but Mina was changing his mind. “Honestly, I’m a little surprised I found you. I didn’t think I would. How’s Port Gem treating you?”

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Mina is flooded with a disappointment she’s never known before. She takes the map from him, letting her fingers slide over the back of his hand. Fucking electricity moves between them and her mouth opens slightly as she stares at him in wonder. Her lips spread into a smile after a beat and she holds the map to her chest. 

“You’re worth the wait,” she assures him, backing away reluctantly. “Castor.” The way she says his name has the other guard snickering. She says it like it leaves behind a delicious taste in her mouth. “You’ll know where to find me.”

Then she’s turning and making her way back into the crowd, she’s sure she hears more than a few people sigh with relief now that she’s not holding them up. She made sure her last words were entirely flirtatious and less ominous. He would know where to find her, though he wouldn’t understand how he did. This mission just got a hell of a lot more interesting, and she needed a drink.

“Shut the fuck up.” he says before Paul can say anything. Then Castor hears a crackling noise before Desmond’s com is back on and Castor repeats himself, “Shut the fuck up.”

“I’m telling Gem everything, you look like you have a boner. I can see all the way from here.” Desmond laughs as he signs off on more shipments. His side was looking much more organized than Castor’s, but before his brother can ask he says, “I’m not taking your work.”

Cas rolls his shoulders and sighs as he starts checking over the annoyed captain’s shipment. “Fuck off, Des.” Eight hours is a long ass time and Cas is going to do his best to get the work done early like the overachiever across the way.

He really did his best to finish before eight, but Nico was on his list and Desmond wasn’t lying when he said he would not help. Nico is always fucking on time or late, never ever early. What the hell did that guy even do all the time. After giving the guy attitude and petting Bella, he was finally off to go find Mina Hopkins.

Unsure of how he’d actually find her, he followed what he thought was just a feeling straight to his favorite bar. Sure enough, she is there sitting in his favorite booth oddly enough. He makes his way to her and slides into the seat across from her, “I’ve had a long day, how about you?”

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Mina has several answers to that, especially after their hands touch and the ache in her belly grows. She can feel a soft blush grow on her cheeks, and she knows it’s not fair that she knows exactly what’s happening while he looked lost. Dropping her hand, she gives him a slow smile and leans on the post beside him. “What’s good to eat around here?” she asks lazily, “I’m starving.”

In more ways than one. She can hear someone shuffling impatiently behind her, and looks over her shoulder briefly to give them a silencing look. One she definitely got from her father. Oh her father wouldn’t approve of what she was trying to pull off. She smirks, looking back at Castor. “What time do you get off?” Her eyes wander, taking in his form. He must make a beautiful wolf, she thinks. She couldn’t wait to bury her face in his fur.

“Hopefully soon,” her double meaning quite clear. Clearing her throat, she presses her thighs together as she straightens back up. “Because again, starving.” 

“So… you’re just visiting then.” Castor looks down at his checklist and doesn’t see her name anywhere on it. The person behind her is really not even trying to be subtle about their annoyance with the hold up and Castor is kind of irritated now too. This isn’t the dock for visitors, she should have been on the complete other side of the port. Before he has a chance to let her down she’s just going right for him.

Gem would murder him if he stepped out for even a break. Cas sighs and rubs his eyebrow before he turns her away, “Mina… Miss Hopkins. I literally just started an hour ago.” He gestures to the whole of the platform to emphasize just how busy he really is, “As you can see there are still ships coming in and a... fucking mess of cargo cluttering the whole block.” What on Port Gem is he doing? Screw Sampson for being sick, Cas would much rather be spending his day with her satisfying her appetite.

“Look, I’ve got a map you can borrow that’ll lead you to some places to eat.” he pulls his own map out of his back pocket and offers it to her. “This is my port.” Cas licks his lips and glances over her knowing he’s making a fucking mistake. “Mina this is literally the worst day you could have arrived, I can’t leave my post for another eight hours.”

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The Port was bustling with life. Buzzing past her, witches and wolves and vampires and humans alike were carting cargo and luggage. None of it looked entirely legal but she saw some children here and there. A sandy haired boy sat on his father’s shoulders, smiling at her as he bit into an apple. She winks at him, pushing past another group of people.

She knew exactly where she was headed. The gates to the city were hardly anything impressive, but there’s a glint shown by the sunlight, revealing the forcefield reinforcing it. The only way in and out was through two narrow doors. And standing in front of one was her target.

“Shit,” she whispers as she stops in her tracks, someone knocking into her shoulder rudely and cursing at her for being in the way. She doesn’t mind, she’s too enraptured. She knows this feeling, been told about it her whole life. The instant yearning, like the earth has fallen away beneath you. Smiling shakily, she pushes her hair behind her ears and continues on her way. 

Stopping at the gate, she smiles at the wolf that stands a good foot above her. “Mina Hopkins,” she says, a musical quality to her voice. Instead of handing him identification, she offers him her hand.

“Checking in cargo has got to be the worst fucking job.” he mumbled. The ship captain in front of him smiled and went off back to his ship since his job was now done. Castor rubbed his eyes and signed off that everything was in order with this shipment before someone else came to load them elsewhere for delivery.

A voice crackled in his ear, “It’s not that bad, Cas. Just focus and get it done.”

Castor flipped his middle finger up in the direction of Desmond all the way on the other side of the platform. Desmond was much better at just getting shit done because no one wanted to carry on conversations with a wall. The guy barely ever talked to anyone outside of the family, and when he did it was only to threaten them for trying to hurt anyone in it. Bastard.

Before he could give Desmond an earful about disrespect, he locked eyes with a woman that was b-lining for him. “Shit…” something really weird happened and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. The feeling… well it felt like he just fell in love. Literally tripped and fell into some romance novel scenario where the heroes can barely stand being apart. “what in the hell is happening to me?” He heard a click in his ear the same time the woman’s name fluttered out of her mouth. Desmond hung up on him.

“Castor… what can I help you with?” he took her hand and shook it as briefly as possible without offending her. If she’s here to pick up a shipment, he really doesn’t want to piss her off. It was just too weird because when they touched the feeling intensified and he really didn’t need some fantasy shit like this right now. There were too many shipments to check in and send off. He didn’t have the time for distractions.

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As her brother speaks on the phone, Gemini counts the cuticles peeling back from her nail beds. Tears some off with her teeth to release some of the frustration mounting with every second he spoke with some dipshit with a two-star dock. To be honest, she should have known better but it wasn’t like she could send Nico to anything above a three-star dock. Too crowded.

As Cas hung up, Gemini met his gaze. “Someone better fix this shit,” she says calmly, spitting a torn off cuticle onto the ground beneath them. She was now hundreds of dollars in debt to some not so nice people, and she was beyond pissed.

Looking up at the stars, she sighs. “This is going to end in me shooting someone, isn’t it? Why does it always have to get to the point where I have to shoot someone?” And by shoot someone, she meant have Desmond shoot someone for her. She was a fucking terrible shot.

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Cas rubbed his eyes with balled fists and sighed very heavily, maybe a little dramatically. This was a royal nightmare and there wasn’t much more he could do. Gem was going to be sought after very soon if they didn’t handle this disaster quickly.

“Because we’re fucking cursed.” he fully believed that after everything they had gone through to get to this point. “Someone is definitely going to be shot if that asshat doesn’t fix this. ‘Course I’m sure you’ll just miss and hit some rope above whoever you shoot and something will luckily fall on their head. You’ve gotta be the luckiest unlucky person ever.” Honestly, she deserved a reward for the kinda shooting she had. Like a green or yellowish star that said did you even try?

“What’d Nico say happened again?” Maybe it wasn’t Nico’s fault, but Cas would love to punch the guy in his perfect face just once. Maybe three times. That would definitely make him feel a little bit better, but the damn guy was on the low now. He probably wouldn’t be back for at least a month. “Recap it for me, please.”

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   Castor stared out at the stars as the docker on the other side spoke condescendingly, as if Cas was no one and deserved nothing from them. Their business lost a shipment, and Gem was told this wasn’t Nico’s fault, so naturally they were calling everyone and anyone to find out how the fuck this happened. Someone else was going to pay for this mistake.

  “Listen, you fucking slime, it was your dock and your word that no one would be watching it. Tell me again how it’s not your fault the place was crawling with cops and fucking assassins. Perhaps you’d rather speak with Gemini! I’m sure she’d love to hear the bullshit coming out of your mouth right now.”

  Of course, he received a swift apology and a promise to fix this before the line clicked. Cas groaned and threw the receiver across the room. Sighing, and now fully dressed up with puppy eyes, he looked over at Gem.

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That’s one helluva pilot.

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