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[ 047 ] Shining Star of Tomorrow

   

   

   

( ACT III. ── Fearless )
chapter forty-seven / Shining Star of Tomorrow

── Content Warning: not smut but definitely suggestive. I don't know if that requires a warning.

  

  

   

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"You do have to leave soon, you know," said Annika.

Lando pretended he hadn't heard her. The scene was rather domestic. Morning light streaming through the open curtains to display the sprawl of the Monte Carlo harbor far below, the blankets fluffed, Kerttu lounging at the foot of the bed with her belly up in the air, the TV playing a mundane program. Lando and Annika were both dressed sparsely; him shirtless in sweatpants and her trouser-less in a t-shirt. He was sitting with his back up against the headboard, watching the TV but not really paying attention ─ he was mostly focused on Annika's legs draped over his lap, squeezing gently along the bare skin, running his thumbs along ridges of muscle beneath, tracing the line of her calf down to her ankle.

Instead of answering her, he lightly pinched her inner thigh. Not enough to really hurt, but it gave her a little jolt, and her body tingled.

"Oi," she said again, prodding his arm.

He was unable to mask his ignorance any longer as a small smile twitched along his cheeks.

Monday had been spent sleeping, eating, recovering from jet lag, and... doing other various activities. Tuesday was another free day for Annika, but Lando had Quadrant-related work to do in the afternoon and needed to drive a while to get there. He was running out of time to get going, and still had yet to leave bed.

"You have an engagement," she reminded him.

"I..." He glanced sideways at her and opened his mouth, but seemed to think better of it and turned away with a grin. "Nevermind."

"What?"

"Nothing. I was gonna make a joke. Come on, lay back down. I still have time."

Annika sat up and pulled her legs from his lap, intending to remove a distraction from his line of sight and touch, but her plan was barely put into action before he was swiftly yanking her back and dragging her closer, making her head hit the mattress on the way down. "Lando!" she tried to kick him lightly. He pinned her legs down. Laughing, she tried to wriggle free, and he echoed her giggles as he leaned down and left a stinging bite on her thigh.

"Hey!" she exclaimed. There was already a fading hickey on her left thigh, and he seemed to be hellbent on removing her ability to ever wear shorts again. "Do you mind?"