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]

Kent takes their hands and laughs, improvising some steps as he twirls them around.

"I never took a single dance lesson in my life."

[getfeldsparred]

Their not much for dancing usually, but it’s different with Kent. Things are always different with Kent.

“That’s not really a thing here, we just dance and hope we don’t smash each other’s toes.”

Feldspar gives Kent a spin, and then another, dragging him close to do a little twirl together.

[videointhenoise]

Kent chuckles, and it feels nice and warm and safe. "Yeah? That sounds more fun than stuffy ballroom dances."

He pulls them closer, but does end up tripping on his feet and tumbling to the ground.

[getfeldsparred]

Down Kent goes, and down Feldspar goes right along with him. They sprawl over him, limbs spread out on either side of his head to keep himself from outright falling on top of him.

[videointhenoise]

Kent laughs, leaning back and cackling like he's a child again. "Oh my god," he laughs. "I'm sorry. Did I step on you?" He reaches up, a hand on Feldspar's face.

[getfeldsparred]

“No, but you pulled me down!” Feldspar huffs, growling slightly against Kent’s hand. “You did that on purpose!”

[videointhenoise]

He snickers. "Maybe I did." He lets out a breath. "Maybe I just wanted you a little closer."

[getfeldsparred]

“You know I don’t mind being close, you just need to ask.”

Although a big stunt in order to get someone a little closer definitely sounds like a move in the Feldspar Wheelhouse.

They laugh a little and attempt to move their nether regions off of Kent, which just results in pushing their face further into his hand. Kent’s thumb brushes against their lips and they smile, so wide they know Kent can feel it.

[videointhenoise]

Kent breathes in again, just trying to get the butterflies out of his chest.

"Felds," he says softer, sinking into the ground. "If I actually planned this, you know I'd be smoother. I took this out of your playbook."

He rests his head back. "Fuck...I am so out of my depth here."

[getfeldsparred]

They watch Kent look equally as flustered and their heart thuds wildly against their chest. Did he…were they….

Who are they kidding, they’re out of their depth too, but they know what they want, and it seems Kent feels the same way. They can feel their heart beating underneath them.

“Dunno, depends on the outcome.”

They reach down and push his hair away from his face.

[videointhenoise]

Kent takes a moment, a long moment, to simply enjoy the weight of them, the feel of them, and then he sits up. He's not an impulsive person. He never has been. But he knows when to take risks.

This is a risk he wants. He presses a soft kiss to the side of his mouth.

[getfeldsparred]

They’ve wanted it, ever since that dance in space they’ve wanted exactly this. The rush is just like pressing the ignition on the ship for the first time, but even more intense, like being shocked or burned or struck but in the best way.

They turn their head, Kent’s lips sliding up to the front and center of theirs. They try to remember what it was like to kiss - it’d been ages, since they were a hatchling kissing everything that moved - and part their lips.

[videointhenoise]

Kent slides an arm around their neck, looping it there casually rather than pulling them down, and parts his lips for them.

He doesn't know what the fuck he's doing, only that he knows they have kissing because they've talked about it. And - because this is very, very good.

He's lost his fucking mind.

[getfeldsparred]

Feldspar learns something new: human kissing is identical to Hearthian kissing. Kent presses back and Feldspar gives a sharp inhale, then presses back with more feeling.

Their lips feel different than a Hearthian’s, fuller in shape but not quite as big. They wonder if they kiss with tongue -

And they push their tongue into his mouth with a shudder.

[videointhenoise]

Kent's hands curl into a fist and he explores that tongue with his own. It's odd and alien, of course, but he pulls back and gives it a playful little nip with his teeth before he sits up again. He doesn't want to break the kiss at all. It's perfect.

They're goddamn perfect.

He shifts a little, fingers trailing along the back of their neck.

"You let me know if I'm going to poke an eye out," he mutters against his lips.

[getfeldsparred]

Feldspar slides their tongue against his leisurely, fumbling just a little as Kent sits them both up.

“I’ll yelp,” they reassure him, hand pushing through his hair. “Don’t worry.” It’s so soft, sort of delicate, and Kent’s head is rounder and leads down to a strong neck with alluring shoulder muscles…

“Don’t stop.”

No regard for danger, no regard for consequences. That’s Feldspar. That’s been their whole life, and they feel it now too.

[videointhenoise]

He gives them a bit of a poke to the back of the neck and he can swear he hears giggles from somewhere. He pulls away, raising his head. "I think we're being watched..."

[getfeldsparred]

Feldspar hears the giggles too and abruptly pulls away. They know that laughter -

“Hatchlings.”

Eyes narrowed they jump to their feet and rush to the door, throwing it open to the sound of small footsteps scurrying away.

“I put you to bed an hour ago!”

[videointhenoise]

Kent stands up and joins them, chuckling as he rubs his chin. "Well, we're never going to hear the end of it," he says, gently sliding his arm around Feldspar's shoulders.

"We have a saying at home. 'In for a penny, in for a pound.' Means - we're already in trouble, so we might as well keep going."

[getfeldsparred]

“This crater is too small,” Feldspar mumbles, still looking out from the front door as the sounds of giggles slowly fade away.

They shut the door and sink back into Kent. “Oh yeah? Is that the logic we’re going with here?”

[videointhenoise]

"Why not?" he asks, tightening his arm around them. "After all, we don't know what the hell we're doing. Not really."

[getfeldsparred]

"I know in theory what to do, but in practice...yeah. Uh..." They turn and slip their arms around Kent's shoulders. "Guess we'll just have to find all that out, won't we? If we...if this...I mean, if it'd even work, right?"

[videointhenoise]

Kent casually pulls them to the bed and sits down. "Depends on what you mean by work? We can just go back to the kissing."

[getfeldsparred]

Kissing works. Kissing works really well. They fit really well together, or at least their mouth and lips do.

"Let's...yeah, let's do that some more," they agree, leaning forward to kiss him again. They go for deliberately sweet this time, just to shake it up.

[videointhenoise]

Kent smiles, holding them close, kissing them back with gentle hands along their back. And once he's out of breath, once he has to pull away, he cups their face and grins. "Alright. Alright, I think we need to - talk logistics."

He smiles to himself, resting his forehead against their shoulder.

What the hell is he even doing? He never wants to stop.