Chris Beck was a pain in your ass.
He was adorable. Soft, sweet. And a notorious flirt. Which simply wasn't good for your heart. You wanted to be angry with him, but it was impossible.
He'd flash that smile. You'd be weak in the knees. He'd chuckle. Tell you that you were "just way too cute," and you'd roll your eyes at him, trying to hide the blush. "If you say so," you'd retort and make your way out of the room.
Checkups were the worst.
Every month you'd make your way to the medbay, strip to your undies and put on the damn gown. You'd climb up on the table and answer his questions as he touched you. All over.
And he knew it made you nervous.
"You feelin' okay?," he'd ask, slight smirk on his beautiful face and you'd nod. Words were hard, okay? "Lookin' a little flushed. Got a fever? Feelin' got?," he'd ask and you'd have to fight the eye roll.
"You know I am, Beck...," you'd reply and he'd grin, making his way back to the computer, typing away, his eyes averting yours. "Mhmm, Y/N," he'd say.
"If you say so."
He was infuriating.
You had your feet up, trying to relax. Moments of peace were far and few between on the Ares. Your nose was in a book, completely lost in the story. It was romantic and you couldn't help but think of Beck.
But you'd never tell him that.
"Whatcha' reading?," he asked, dropping down across from you, putting his feet up, mirroring you and you rolled your eyes again, this time behind your book, effectively ignoring him.
"Looks good," he said and you heard him move, your heart rate picking up. Before you knew it, he was behind you. You could feel his breath on your neck. His lips were moving as he read the story and you gasped, shutting the book.
"Chris Beck!," you snapped, turning to look at him, annoyed by the cheeky grin on his face. "That's a dirty story you're reading," he teased, waggling his eyebrows at you. You felt yourself heat up and he chuckled, leaning over.
"Thinkin' about someone in particular?," he asked, his voice low in your ear and your breath caught in your throat. Busted. Time to play it off. "Nope," you smiled, standing up, grabbing your book. He caught your wrist and he grinned at you again. "Bet you were. Bet you were thinking about me...," he teased, his gaze trained on you.
You pulled your arm from his grip and gave him a grin to match his own, walking away. You paused in the doorway, your eyes roaming over him and gave him a wink as you turned to go.
"If you say so..."
