You had been assigned to work with the Ares 3 crew and go to Mars. On the journey, you start becoming friends with all of them- well, almost all of them.
Chris Beck had personally assigned himself to playing pranks on you, hoping on getting you to...
"Y/N! Y/N! Yes!" Chris moaned in your ear as you rode him, his cries filling the spacecraft.
You moaned at the sensation he was giving you, riding him even harder. "Jesus Christ, Chris!" You moaned, practically bouncing on him at this point.
"Oh, fuck!" He yelled as he came. "Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!"
You felt a shaking sensation and jolted awake, met by a concerned Chris.
"Are you ok, babe? You look a little red?" He asked, putting his knuckles to your forehead.
You blushed at the dream you were just having, and then glared at him for not letting you finish.
"What did I do?" He asked, confused.
You sighed and rubbed at your head, fixing your hair slightly. "Nothing," you sighed, standing up and fixing your shirt.
He smiled softly, moving so you had room to stand. "You can tell me anything," he cooed, looking you in the eyes.
You rolled your eyes playfully. "But I shouldn't tell you this dream." You began walking out of the doorway when he grabbed your arm.
You looked back at him as he said, "And why not this one?"
You winked at him. "Because it's dirty." You walked out of the doorway, his grip now gone, feeling like a pro. Space travel could be torturous, but it was fucking hot.
**
"So, Y/N, what are your thoughts on the plan?" Martinez asked quietly, snapping you out of your unmoved state. Everyone had just pitched in their ideas on how to save Watney. Everyone was around a white table, staring curiously at what you had to say.
"Um," you started, remembering your past with Watney, "I think we should save him. I don't care if I get banned from any other space travel because I have already been up here long enough. I want to go get my best friend. He's been there for me since childhood- so, please, Commander, let's go get him."
Everyone around the table looked to the Commander, awaiting her decision. "Well," she began, "the vote to go and get him needs to be unanimous. Either we're all in or we're not going. And let's not forget the consequences- we would all be banned from future space travel."
"I'm still in," Martinez said, smiling.
Lewis chuckled and turned to him. "And let's not forget that you and me are military, meaning they could stop us from going on any future military trips and face us with government shit."
"Oh, yeah, there's that," he said, looking up and still smiling.
Lewis turned to the rest of the table. "So, let's hear it," she spoke.
"Let's go get him," you said, smiling from ear to ear in hope that everyone else would agree.
Chris looked at you from across the table and smiled, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm in," he said, smiling at you as he did so. You smiled from ear to ear.
"Fuck it, I'm in," Beth said, having a mischievous grin upon her face. You smiled at her, but you were unsure of what the weird grin was about.
"I've had enough space travel for a lifetime. Let's get him," Vogel said, raising one fist slightly in the air.
Now, you all looked to the Commander. She sighed and giggled, saying, "Let's go get our guy."
The whole group of you cheered, smiles upon all of your faces.
"Thank you," you whispered to yourself, positive that no one could hear even though it was to the whole crew. "Thank you."
**
"Hey, Y/N," Beth said, walking up to where you and Chris were eating in the "kitchen."
You fake smiled as you froze, food still in your mouth. You swallowed and said, "Hey, Johanssen. What's up?"
She faked a smile, glancing at Chris for a bit too long, and then said, "Nothing." She rubbed her hand on the counter for a moment, looking at it and then looking back up to you. "It just occurred to me that it's probably a really good thing that Mark's coming back- especially for you. Y'know, all that sexual tension. And it's probably a good thing that he was left on Mars- that way maybe Lewis will let you two have a relationship because of his whole pity party on being left on Mars. Just saying- you two would work completely. Just saying." She winked at either you or Chris, you couldn't tell, and then she walked away.
You were left sitting at the counter in shock, as was Chris.
"What the fuck?" You mumbled under your breath, losing every bit of your appetite. "She knew?"
Chris glared at you for a second before standing up and throwing what was left of his meal away. "Of course she did," he said, glaring at you as he turned to walk away.
"What is that suppose to mean? And why the glare? You knew what Watney and I had-"
"But I never wanted to hear it out loud- especially from a crew member," he said, still glaring. "I just didn't wanna hear about your sex life with him- that's all."
You glared back. "Well, it's not like I expected her to know that Watney and I had had sex, let alone talk about it."
He glared at you still, his eyes burning into yours.
This was going to be a rough day.
Sorry for the waaaaaaait! And sorry for giving you guys such a shitty chapter.
But guys- why do you think Beth had a mischievous grin at the conference table?!!!???!!
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