[...And What Happened After] (
Cold,
Warm and
After The Fire) by Manna
Avon/Tarrant.
Lovely, realistic A/T. The relationship builds slowly, and the plot adds tension.
With another small segment of his attention he kept half an eye on the lines scrolling up the flight console, hoping that nothing was going to go wrong with Scorpio's automatics. Slave said they were fine, which meant precisely nothing because Slave was about as much use as...as much use...as...as...
Something useless, probably. The majority of his attention was otherwise, and very thoroughly, occupied. He hazily checked the readout again. Ten minutes. This really was the time to start concentrating properly.
"Avon."
"Mm?"
"Would you stop doing that, please?" Tarrant was impressed by how level he managed to keep his voice.
There was a muffled laugh. "'Ahs no ah..." Tarrant suppressed a shiver as Avon took his mouth away. "That's not what you said five minutes ago."
"That was five minutes further away from Gerin." A slight waver in his voice this time and that was only because, damn him, he had stopped. A typically annoying moment for Avon suddenly to decide to do what he was told. 
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