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[bountyhead]

[ doped up on lust just a moment before, faye was now hilariously laser-focused in a switch-up that could induce whiplash. if there was one thing she was truly skilled in, it was her ability to fly under duress or, in this case, under a very restive libido. the knock on the head definitely brought some necessary lucidity, effectively lowering her buzz a notch or two. you wouldn’t guess it when the ship takes a sudden and questionably sharp nosedive, seemingly with wild abandon. in reality, faye has discovered a shortcut, possibly made one up on the spot, that soon proves successful in cutting time in half. ]

Your precious ship is in good hands. [ faye tells her in a tone that carries enough solace to hopefully assuage any doubts. bereft of fang’s mouth, she’s now painfully aware of the damp heat between her legs, the festering ache, and how the grip on her hips feels almost possessive in nature if it wasn’t mostly a means to hold on for dear life. she visibly shudders when that accented voice spills into her ear. ] You know I can’t wait. Just hold tight for a little longer—

[ the landing may have been a bit rough but everyone, including the ship, arrives unscathed in record time. faye doesn’t even shut everything down before hastily exiting the cockpit—and in the process nearly falling right on her ass once again. she manages to recover herself but not without having a laugh at herself. ] See what you do to me? [ half-joking. she holds a hand out to fang. ]

[transgressed]

[Her ship makes a (mostly smooth) landing, and before she can so much as catch her breath from the piloting acrobatics, Faye's hopping out of the cockpit and holding out a hand to her. Fang laughs breathlessly and takes the offer — though not before leaning halfway into the cockpit and taking the liberty of shutting down everything herself. She's particular about her precious ship, that was for certain.

She takes Faye's hand, lacing their fingers together, again hooking her other arm around her waist and tugging Faye closely. Despite her relative calm in comparison, it's soon clear enough that she's just as excited, tilting her head down to pepper kisses along the side of her face and jaw, down her neck, not even glancing up as she swipes the keycard to let them into the building.]

Can't be as bad as what you do to me, [she murmurs into Faye's ear, voice low and tinged with impatient gruffness.

The road to her apartment seems inexorably long, but it's only the span of a few minutes before they're stumbling inside. Fang only barely has the presence of mind to lock the door behind them before she's pulling Faye into a deep, hungry kiss.]