Ki_wi15
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"Houston, do you copy?"
Roseanne panicked, feeling extraordinarily unprepared having been thrust into her new position without so much as even a handbook to consult. What were the formalities? What was she supposed to respond with? Where was the damn push to talk button...
"Hellooo? I said Houston, do you copy?"
Roseanne fiddled with her headset, having finally found the green button on the side and hastily letting out a rather breathless reply. "Um, yes. Hello? This is Houston. I copy."
There was a long pause in which Roseanne sat twiddling her thumbs, anxiety pushing the frantic pulse of her heartbeat through her eardrums. Was that wrong? Did she already fuck up? She took a steady deep breath, finger hovering over the talk button until the familiar voice of the astronaut came through her headset once more.
"Damn, Houston. I didn't expect you to sound so sexy."
OR
Roseanne has been assigned as the personal capcom to one of the astronauts currently on a year long expedition at the International Space Station. Cue long months of pining and desperate longing.
****** Not my story Original is @GutterWitch on Ao3 its originally CaitVi and its so amazing so i had to turn it into my favourite girls