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God, he fracking WANTS him.
Fifield’s quiet but his eyes are so observant, dark and intelligent and his hands are so rough and COMPETENT when he’s evaluating samples, and Millburn still touches the fading yellows and greens Fife left on his skin and he for all that is holy and unholy WANTS.
So he goes about it in a completely rational way.
“Heard Janek is going to start instigating protocols on crew orgasms…?”
Fifield finishes chewing his psy-saus 08:00 sandwich and swallows. Millburn pretends real hard he isn’t watching.
Then Fifield’s lip twists up and he snorts.
“‘F she thinks she can control that she’s either delusional or a fracking psy.”
Millburn’s laugh pitches more into a giggle.
Then he lets his pointer finger drag across a fading blemish underneath his own ear. He breathes in deep.
“Shouldn’t let her control tonight either then, yeah?”
Fifield’s hands suddenly clench, but his eyes also drop before Mill can see those gorgeous pupils get dark with want.
“Wait, Fife, no I’m sorry-frack of course you don’t want a freak ass giant ‘mega like me, it’s fine Fifield, promise I won’t make it weird Alpha- SHIT I mean I don’t want you to- please don’t leave the mission because of m-“
Fifield gently but firmly covers Millburn’s mouth with his palm. Millburn melts into it.
“Before the end of this mission I’m going to claim you, omega.”
Millburn quakes.