Kent/Feldspar

[videointhenoise]

"Just once more," they had said when Ellie's team petitioned for it. She was busy with Palmer, falling in love with science while he fell in love with God, and Kent was left to pick up the pieces. He wanted another damn go at it. The Machine had a pricetag in the billions; it was begging to be used again.

But they wouldn't let Ellie go. They wouldn't let just anyone go. They wanted someone who knew how it worked, who had been there from the beginning, but someone who isn't completely taken in by Ellie's words.

That leads them to a dozen people and they end up with Kent. He's blind, but that's not what decides it. They claim that he wouldn't hallucinate the way Ellie did. That he has a unique perspective.

And, he's already proven himself steady and loyal.

He experiences it all the way that Ellie does, but something goes wrong on the other end. Maybe another terrorist attack. Maybe not. All he knows is that he's in the sphere and then, suddenly, he's floating, unable to find his footing until a great crash and he slams into the bottom of the machine.

He groans, pulling his helmet on with a grunt and a wince.

"Fuck this," he mutters, finding the edge of the sphere with his hands. There was a door there somewhere. He just - has to find it.

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[videointhenoise]

He kisses them at that.

"You're jealous?" he mutters, surprised and a little flattered.

[getfeldsparred]

They huff softly and pull back. “Yeah, I’m jealous. So what? You’re my alien, I found you.”

[videointhenoise]

"Mm, so why don't you put me in the museum?" he wonders, letting his hands slide down their chest and to their thighs.

[getfeldsparred]

They wriggle a little in his lap, leaning forward to causally lay an arm over their shoulder. “You’re very pretty, like a work of art, but that still means I’d still have to share. That kinda defeats the whole point, Kent

[videointhenoise]

Kent chuckles. "I suppose," he says, getting comfortable. "But you could put your name on me."

[getfeldsparred]

“Like literally?” Feldspar grins and slips a finger under Kent’s collar, dragging along his shoulder. “Or figuratively? Because I think I’ve already done the latter.”

[videointhenoise]

His face heats slightly at that rough finger along his skin. "There's...uh... reason we have two names. I'm Kent Clark. And - if I was to marry or - uh...pledge to be with someone else, then they would take my last name. Or I would take their name."

[getfeldsparred]

They can tell that Kent’s a little frazzled, or nervous, or maybe a little of both. They’re not entirely sure they understand why though, unless…

“Do you want me to take one of your names? You could have Feldspar, if you wanted, but I don’t know how that’d sound. Kent Feldspar. Yeah. A little clunky.”

[videointhenoise]

"No," he laughs. "You can have mine if you want."

It's a lot to ask, but this is an offer, not a demand. "It wouldn't matter, outside of the two of us."

[getfeldsparred]

Maybe Feldspar doesn’t understand the full significance, but they can tell it means a lot to Kent.

“I want it,” they say seriously. They touch his face sweetly and then smooth down his neck. “What do I need to do? Is there a transfer process?”

[videointhenoise]

"Yeah," he laughs, relaxing a bit as he says it. "It's called a wedding, but I dont want that. I just want to know that you are mine and I am yours."

He pauses.

"And to take this to the bed."

[getfeldsparred]

Feldspar makes a mental note to ask more about this wedding thing later, when they’re not talking about bed. They slide off Kent’s lap and grab their shirt to haul him up to his feet.

“There should be no question about that now, y’know.”

[videointhenoise]

"About what? Going to bed?" he smirks, taking their hand to try and drag them off.

[getfeldsparred]

“Exactly,” Feldspar laughs, followed by a yelp as they’re dragged forward. “About you and me-”

[videointhenoise]

"What about you and me?"

He pulls them to the bed and lets go so he can quickly undress.

[getfeldsparred]

They start fumbling with their flight suit and all its various buckles and harnesses. “That I’m yours and your mine, duh.”

[videointhenoise]

"Did I say that?" he teases, sitting on the bed in his boxers and waiting for Feldspar to join him.

[getfeldsparred]

“You’re a pain in the ass, Kent.” They huff and completely undress, sitting absolutely stark naked next to him on his bed. They lean back on their palms and look up at him.

“Kept those on, huh?”

[videointhenoise]

"Mm, thought you might need to talk me out of these," he smirks.

They really have no idea how mean Kent is to him.

[getfeldsparred]

Feldspar sighs and falls backwards onto the bed.

“You were so eager to bring me here, and now I have to…what? Flirt your clothes off? Finesse you to do anything further? Seems like a lot of work.”

[videointhenoise]

Kent laughs and laughs, turning to prop himself atop Feldspar. "What, I don't deserve a little romance?"

[getfeldsparred]

They huff playfully. “Is that romance? Or is it being a brat? I can’t really tell, y’know.”

[videointhenoise]

He leans down to kiss them. "You are the true brat, I'm afraid."

[getfeldsparred]

Feldspar hooks their arm around Kent’s neck and kisses him back in a perfectly brat-like way, petulant and quick. “I am not.”

[videointhenoise]

He presses a kiss to his neck. "You are. Admit it."

He slides his hands to their wrists, holding them down onto the bed.