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"..We should go to the beach."
Quaritch didn't look up from his datapad, trying to get some work done. "We went yesterday, kid."
"Well.. Yeah.. But I wanna go again.." you shifted in your chair across the room, the memory from yesterday absolutely refusing to leave you the hell alone.
"Yeah, well.. You're gonna have to wait until things quiet down again. Which you should also be doing. Sit down, find something to do, and don't bother me until I'm done."
"How can I find something to do if I'm sitting down?"
"Kid.." he growled threateningly and glanced up from his work, his ears pinning back in annoyance. "I swear to God if you don't stop being obnoxious, I'm gonna give you an ass whoopin'.."
You swallowed thickly. That didn't exactly sound not enticing.. But you wouldn't dare say anything out loud. The dynamic you both shared was.. Interesting. And you didn't want to mess up what was already there.
"That's what I thought.. Now behave ," the recom looked down at his work again, ignoring the slightly fidgeting human once more.
Ugh.. You sank down in your chair and crossed your arms over your chest, letting out a huff as you tried to distract yourself from the scene so rudely replaying in your mind.
The marine had finally given into your begging and decided to bring you to the nearest little beach, hoping it would get you to chill out. Yah, the compound had an indoor pool or two, but you wanted to be outside. It meant you needed to wear an exopack, but there were concessions to be made, considering you weren't on Earth anymore.
Being the beach bum that you were, you also convinced him to let you bring a cooler filled with drinks and snacks.
He argued about you needing to wear the mask at all times outdoors, but you knew your physical limits. Lifting the mask a few times to take a bite of food wasn't going to kill you.
Finally, he gave into your demands once again, rolling his eyes as he watched you get everything together.
Then, you were both flying off on his Ikran.
After having been swimming for nearly an hour, and still not having cooled off enough, you climbed from the water and made your way to the cooler full of snacks. And more importantly.. A tub of strawberry ice cream.
"Seriously..?" the colonel watched as you loaded two large scoops of the frozen dairy treat onto a cone. "That's what you decided to bring? It's going to make a mess.."
"Oh it's fine. It will be gone before it even has a chance to melt."
He eyed you up as you took a lick before putting your mask back down. His tail flicked behind him.
You caught the movement out of the corner of your eye and turned to him again. "What? You want one?"
Quaritch ran a hand down his face and grumbled something.
"I couldn't quite catch that.."
"Just give me a damn cone, kid.. Make it three scoops."
"You got it, colonel," you stifled a giggle and shoved yours upside down into a cup and set it to the side so you could make one for him.
He quirked an eyebrow as he looked over the soft pink cone you had just handed him, looking very small in his large hand. "I thought I said three scoops.."
"That is three scoops.. More than three, actually."
"Kid, I'm twice your size.."
"Yah, well.. I actually cleared out the small tub just to get you that much. That's all I brought."
The recom sighed softly, realizing he was being rude. If he wanted something for himself, he should have brought it. "Thanks.."
"You're welcome.." you gave him a small smile. You knew he'd been trying not to come across as an asshole all the time to you lately, and you appreciated it. Especially since you were really the only one he attempted to show kindness to. "And I'll make sure to bring more next time."
He let out a soft grunt in response, but didn't say anything else as he licked at the already melting cone.
Maybe it was too warm after all. Though he should be able to eat such a small amount before it became a problem.
You were wrong. You were so very wrong. After just a few moments, the frozen treat began to drip down his fingers.
Not realizing you were watching a little too intently, he started trying to lick at the little pink rivers running over his knuckles, purring.
The man was fucking purring. Of course he was.. Clearly he was enjoying himself more than he was wanting to admit.
It made you think back to when you were a little kid and had a cat as a pet. One thing you'd noticed was that when you gave him either milk or cream, he would always purr as he consumed it. Then, if you were lucky, he'd come snuggle up to you afterwards to show appreciation.
"Goddamnit.."
You looked up at him again, realizing that it ended up dripping onto his bare chest. Having taken his shirt off to go swimming earlier, there was no barrier of protection. The contrasting pink and blue colors were just.. Beautiful.
One of the droplets slid down a pectoral and you watched as he swiped it up and bring his finger to his mouth. His pink tongue darted out to lick at it, and you had to look away again.
Fuck. That was hotter than it had any right to be.
You shook your head of the memory and pinched the bridge of your nose. Damnit. Now you were turned on and hungry..
After making sure the recom wasn't paying attention to you, you got up and went over to the kitchenette area in your shared quarters where you decided to prepare a bowl of strawberry ice cream.
Unfortunately, the bowl looked rather bland with just the ice cream. So you turned back to open the fridge and grinned. There in the door was a bottle of chocolate syrup and a can of whipped cream. Eywa was smiling upon you today.
You collected your find and made your way back to the table you were sitting at and added the syrup first.
Quaritch let out a soft grunt, having heard you rummaging around, but didn't look up or say anything. You seemed to be behaving for the most part.
Then you popped the cap off the whipped cream can and fumbled it, cringing as it hit the floor.
The recom grumbled to himself but still didn't look up.
Shit. You had to shake the can before spraying it, otherwise it wouldn't come out right. He was not going to be happy about that. But you did it anyway. You had a craving you needed to satiate.
"Fuckin' hell, kid.. What are you doin' over there?" he finally looked up at you, irritated with the loud noise coming from the steel ball shaking around inside the can.
Ksshhhh
You stared him down as you sprayed the whipped cream into the bowl. Fuck it. He was already angry.
"Are you fuckin' kidding me? Again?"
Unable to help yourself, you bit your lip. "You want some ice cream..?"