Sharp Edges: Crosshair x Reader [NSFW]

Cat Breakfast

After the craziness of the last few days, you were both fairly exhausted, him physically and you mentally, and you opted to lay low at his apartment for the evening. You'd tried to hide your disproportionate excitement as you placed a takeout order for an ungodly amount of food, and you giggled as you opened the bags on the counter to find that the restaurant had placed enough serving utensils and napkins inside for about eight people. After changing into comfortable clothes -- a tank top and shorts for you, gray sweatpants and a black tshirt for him -- and stuffing yourselves senseless, he busied himself trying to cram all of the leftover boxes into his small refrigerator while you stretched out on the couch, flipping on his holoscreen.

The setup guide appeared, and you laughed in disbelief, "You've never used this?!" He closed the refrigerator and turned off the kitchen lights, plopping down next to you as Cat followed him into the living room, tail held high as she paraded across the floor in front of you both, giving you a cursory glance before jumping onto the couch to curl up in the corner.

"Eh," was all he offered in response.

"Alright," you chuckled, clicking through the menu to access a meager array of holofilms. "So I take it you don't have a strong opinion on what we watch either, then..." You clicked onto a cheesy romantic comedy that you'd seen a few years ago; it felt like the perfect way to unwind, not requiring much brain power or attention. It started with some poetry fading onto the screen, accompanied by background music that was as soft as it was charming, and Crosshair groaned next to you, throwing his head back to look at the ceiling. You snickered, shoving him playfully before snuggling up against him. He leaned over the side of the couch, surprising you as the footrest sprang up and it reclined even further.

"Now we're talking," you sighed.

The holofilm took the traditional route of two people falling in love, encountering difficulties, then banding together to overcome them and ending up closer than ever before. It was leisurely in its pace, and your attention drifted. You relished the warmth and hardness of Crosshair's body against yours, drawing your eyes up his long legs to his hand dangling lazily below your shoulder. He was so sharp, in so many ways, and you found yourself wondering what a future with him would look like. Especially with all the craziness of the chips and whatever conspiracies might be involved there, it felt like a murky, blank slate, which was not a very enticing offer for someone who liked a predictable, consistent path.

The couple on the screen were sharing a tearful conversation over morning coffee as their youngest daughter had just left for the academy, reminiscing about when they'd first brought her home, a tiny little bundle, and marveling at who she had become. It was an overly-dramatic moment of them coming together again as two, instead of a family of five, as the others had left the nest. You always laughed at the pet names they'd come up with for each other, and you were quite looking forward to Crosshair's reaction as the scene played out.

"We still have many years ahead, Baby Cakes... Many years to grow our love in many ways..."

"I know, Snookums, it just feels like a part of us is gone."

You turned your head slightly, lips pressed tightly together below eyes that held a glimmer of humor in them, and broke into a full smile when you saw his face. His eyebrows were drawn so far down his forehead that they covered half of his eyes, and his thin nose was wrinkled in complete revulsion, pulling his lip up into a curl.

"What's wrong, Hot Shot? Don't like the film?" you said in the high-pitched, honey-sweet voice of the wife on the screen. Crosshair shifted his eyes to you, and for a moment you feared that he was going to throw you out again. But he let out a deep sigh, pulling you closer against him.