New Year's Eve interlude

[childofrebellion]

Before the lights went down, Cassian found a few routes through the party, which is good as his thoughts are full of Emcee. Though he's slightly unsteady, he passes through the crowd and back to the U-wing, glad that its not at the front of the line of ships as he turns it on.

He keeps the lights low before sitting in one of the pilot's chairs. To try to stop himself from overthinking, he looks out the front and goes through hyperspace routes in his head.

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[childofrebellion]

"Yes and some for you,"

He runs his hand through Emcee's hair. This is nice, he doesn't want it to end or another time. The future always feels too dangerous to consider.

[i_am_your_host]

He smiles, thinking Cassian would be a good lover. And actually, he's glad they let loose this sexual tension that had always seemed to be between them. It would've been a shame to not take advantage of it.

Alas, all good things must come to an end, and Emcee disentangles himself from Cassian with a soft sigh. He picks up their shirts and hands Cassian's back to him.

"This place could do with some pillows and blankets," he quips with a grin as he pulls his tank top back on and flips his hair out of his eyes.

[childofrebellion]

The quip and shirt pull him back to reality or as much as Milliways holds but he’s still himself.

In a few quick moments he’s dressed and considers the ship, “I’ll see what I can do.”

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee laughs. It's almost startlingly bright and musical in the close, dim quarters of the ship. As if a laugh like that had no right being there. But Emcee is defiantly anywhere he wants to be.

"Next time it'll be my room, darling," he assures Cassian with a pat to his chest, before moving toward the door.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian smiles at the laugh and how Emcee has changed this space. At the pat, Cassian looks at his hand before standing up to pull open the door.

He hadn't thought about there being a next time but he likes that idea, "Thank you."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee pauses at the open door. And then he turns to Cassian, slipping his arms around his shoulders and drawing him into a warm, tight embrace.

"Feliz Año Nuevo, Cassian," he murmurs, his lips brushing against his ear.

He steps back and hops down through the doorway. Blowing him a kiss, he skips off through the rows of ships and vehicles and disappears.

[childofrebellion]

(OOC: Thank you, I'll post this.)

He watches Emcee go before shutting down the ship and slowly making his way back to the party.

This has been an unexpected night. He's been wanted and been found wanting.