[11:22:54 AM] Melissa: Trison watched Snap adjust the pants with a look of wonder on his face; having never been cared for in such a way, he stood almost perfectly still, not entirely sure how he ought to react. The chiss’ touch left butterflies in his stomach again, but he breathed out deeply, trying to push the feeling aside for a moment. “Thank you.” He muttered when his feet were free from the fabric.
He nodded, reminding himself that Trash was the one who had told him about the recordings in the first place, so in his mind that was permission enough. “Uh, you weren’t indentured to her…?” He asked without really thinking, trying to make sense of what the chiss had shared with him thus far about his life. He scratched his scar anxiously again, but stopped, noticing that his arm was a little raw; he moved from Snap’s embrace, grasping his hand and pulling the man with him as he stepped over to the table he had left his bag on earlier.
Digging through his things with his free hand, Trison pulled out the ointment he had applied to Snap’s wound previously and, opening it, rubbed a significant amount into the skin of his arm. He really hadn’t been taking care of himself, his currently burning skin was yet another reminder of it; he breathed through the discomfort, lightly leaning his shoulder against the chiss’. “May I?” He asked, implying Snap’s wound; with permission, he slowly rubbed the cream over the burn, his face a little sad.
“You don’t happen to have a shirt to go with these?” He motioned to the pants he wore after putting the tube back in his bag. “Just in case I get cold later?” Trison didn’t really want to wear anything more right now, but figured covering his arm would distract him from the soreness, as well as keep him from getting cold.
Trison hadn’t really replied to Snap’s earlier comment of the Bittersweet now being his home; he had tucked the words in the back of his head to think about later, because he didn’t really know how to feel about it right now. Things were shifting between them so fast; the sharing of their pasts, the emotions –although mostly positive now, they were still overwhelming- then there was all the touching; Trison was surprised that he was inclined towards so much physical contact, but there was something about the chiss that made it hard for him to keep his hands off of him. Sharing a living space seemed to have pushed them together so quickly; he frowned as a moment of doubt pushed itself forward. Did the chiss really care about him, or would he have been so forward if they hadn’t been surrounded by the added loneliness of space?
Forcing the invading concerns away to deal with later, on his own, Trison focused his mind and found that he was staring at the curls on the man’s chest; he cleared his throat, trying to figure out how to show that he was interested in more than just how his skin felt. “So, can I join you in your routine?” He whispered, trying to disguise the bit of anxiousness in his tone. “I want to spend a day in the life of my panna cake.” He grinned at the chiss, the worried feeling in his heart was immediately replaced by adrenaline as he pulled him toward his chest; he was pleased that he knew and could speak what he wanted, but hadn’t actually realized that he had called Snap by the term of endearment that his subconscious had decided upon.
[8:50:11 PM] Sunnyshine: Snap had stepped with Trison, nodding slightly when he offered to tend to his stomach wound, and a wide smirk rose on his mouth. "Sorry, no; I don't like to buy things that perfectly 'match.' Except suits." He breathed, spinning around to dive back into his wardrobe; he returned swiftly, pulling out a solid bright pink sweatshirt that he thought would go well with the blacks and whites of his pants. "This will do, though." The neck was widely scooped, and the sleeves had a long curve before the wrist-bands; the fabric itself was relatively thick, but very soft.
Snap's heart raced again as he was tugged against Trison once more, and he couldn't help but place a kiss gently on his mouth as he tossed away the shirt; his hands were busy for a moment, brushing the small of the human's back and a dimple of his shoulder. He forced himself to take a breath, and then mumbled a vulgarity as he blushed, noticing that he had become just a little too excited; he trailed his lips across Trison's shoulder, pausing at his collarbone, and then kissed his throat as he sighed. "You're very distracting-" He breathed the words airily, not lifting his head right away. "But I can manage."
With that, Snap turned, taking Trison's hand in his own before kissing it; he paced through the corridor near them, and into the holding bay to begin his workout routine. His thoughts mulled over what the human had asked a moment earlier, about him being 'indentured' to Tallulah; he didn't know what the word meant, maybe something to do with teeth? "I- uh, guess Tela was- well, she was older than me, but I don't know about ...um, we were married, but she kept her hygiene routine private; she was pretty embarrassed by it, I suppose. I loved her, you know, so I didn't ask. I'm sorry in advance, though, if you find any white fur around."
Snap smirked slightly, reaching up to a shelf near his gym equipment, and pulling out a pair of square golden earrings; he looked at them in his hand fondly, and then held them out to Trison. "I used to wear these as my promise ring." He mumbled, a touch of grief on his smile. "I tried to throw them out when she died, but Trash kept them for me- he has this little drawer-" He chuckled, breaking off, and then put the jewelry back on his shelf. "Anyway." He wiped his eyes with the back of a hand, and reached over to a dumbbell; his red gaze was a little unfocused for a while as he worked out, but he seemed contented with staring at Trison intermittently.
The next day went by relatively smoothly; Snap had learned to give Trison a little bit of space, but contented to be beside him most of the time. It seemed that they both had some boundary issues, though in different ways, and the chiss tried his best to adapt; sleeping in the same bed was a little bit of a difficulty at first, especially since the human seemed to use him as a heater, but the contact that they had was enough to fill any emotional needs he accumulated.
"Ship code one two two seven dash eight kay; transport for Phenurus Criedes Mix; clearance zero three seven aych ex ninety-one zero." Snap's voice spoke clearly, enunciating into the ship-to-ship communications device as he prepared to land on the planet below. Having fallen out of hyperspace a few moments ago, he smirked over at Trison at his side, and then turned back to his console in order to concentrate. a garbled voice responded to him, and he reacted by gently lowering the ship's pitch.
"I'm glad Phen called ahead-" Snap mumbled, caressing the controls of Bittersweet as she moved. "I think this place is under Imperial control." He swore softly while keeping a lighthearted tone. "-I hate politics." He didn't have to deal with government much in his life, and it mostly just confused him; he wished that everybody could just be forthcoming with each other, not that he minded watching the secret little emotions skitter across peoples' faces. He paused to do just that with Trison, but found himself coveting him instead; he was happy that they had become so close in such a short span of time.
A volley of rain hit Bittersweet's windows with a sudden rapping sound, and Snap flew her calmly through and over the city; he seemed at peace, considering the landing bay that had been indicated by the voice on the comm, and rested his spacecraft gently in it. He quickly flipped a few switches as Bittersweet's engine sounds slowed, and turned to face Trison with a mildly triumphant expression. "I believe-" His wry smile grew a little wider. "You said something about taking me to dinner?"
Snap stood up, pulling Trison with him, and pressed their bodies together; he had gotten better with controlling himself, but this would be the first time that they would really be together in public, and it appealed to him in a certain way that he couldn't put his finger on. His hands drifted to the human's face, and he paused with his lips parting. "I'd better go get dressed." He grinned, spinning around, and then hesitated with a look back to Trison. "Wait, we were going to go clothes shopping, right?" He glanced briefly over his own attire, pulling his shirt's hem outward, and wondering what he might be able to find for himself; a quiet smugness edged across his face. "We just got paid from that job; it's time to splurge."
[11:42:10 PM | Edited 11:57:28 PM] Melissa: Trison's eyes had taken in the sweater briefly, but he honestly cared very little what it looked like; his mind made note of where it was set down for later, and he wondered if the chiss’ sweet smell lingered on it. His heart rushed as Snap kissed his lips; he couldn’t get enough of the attention, being alone wasn’t a way of life for him now, and he wondered if he’d be able to find a balance between wanting to be around the man and the jobs they took on.
Knowing that he was only able to focus on one thing at a time, Trison tried to will himself to pull away, but with the touch of Snap’s fingers, his mental strength wavered; he held his body firmly up to the chiss as his breathing faltered and grasped the curve of his back, partially in the hopes to steady himself.
“I-can-give-you-space-if-you need.” He had whispered, but his words were barely audible between his quick breaths; he wondered if he had the emotional stamina to stay close to the chiss like this for the day, but breathed out; a little bit of disappointment in his eyes as Snap pulled away.
Trison was quite confused as Snap seemed to spout out a few random things about his wife, but he didn’t question them; in all honesty, he really wanted to learn about everything and anything that made the man who he was. He recalled that he had told the chiss he was interested in him more than once, but now he actually knew what his words had meant; at this point he was more than interested, but didn’t know what else to call it.
Watching Snap fondly as he showed him the pieces of jewelry, Trison held back the desire to kiss him again and instead rested his hand on the chiss’ arm. “Thank you for being willing to share with me.” He whispered with a small smile. “Yeah, little drawer-” He agreed, then cleared his throat. “Pretty common for an astrodroid to have.” He pressed his lips together, trying to hold back the grin as he recalled what he had tucked into said drawer.
As Snap got into his workout routine, Trison looked from the weights –which looked too heavy for him- to the pull-up bar, to what appeared to be some sort of makeshift moving belt for walking on. He wandered over to the pull-up bar first and reached up for it, his fingertips brushed against it, but he couldn’t wrap them around the bar; he did a little awkward jump up and managed to barely grab hold of the bar, but not really having any significant upper body strength, he let go after a few failed tries to pull himself up.
He giggled and looked over at the chiss, “You know I think I’ll just watch you, if that’s alright?” He sat against the wall, opposite of Snap and watched him. Eventually his mind began to wander, but he didn’t mind the direction it went; his thoughts returned to when he was in the chiss’ embrace, the feel of his lips on Trison’s neck and their chests being pressed together made him wonder what he was to him. More than a friend, less than his wife; where did the human fit in the chiss’ life? He settled on companion, because he didn’t know what else he was to him, besides someone to pass the time with. He sighed; today had been a strange day of lows and highs, but now he knew it was going to be okay.
Trying to offer Snap some space if he needed it, Trison had gone to the sleeping quarters when he started to get sleepy; they had spent the whole afternoon and evening together and, even though he wanted to spend the night at the chiss’ side, he didn’t want to push anything. He was surprised when Snap had climbed into bed beside him, but he happily relaxed against him, taking his warmth.
The next day went by smoothly, Trison felt like his emotions were even, even with the make out session they started the morning with; when Snap had gone to work out, Trison had retrieved a datapad from the workshop and then joined him, listening to Tallulah’s voice talking about her ship through an earpiece as he watched the chiss. The rest of the day passed by quickly, the human felt like he had spent enough time at Snap’s side, but wanted to return to being up against him as nighttime approached again.
Their kissing session was short that next morning, to Trison’s dismay, but he happily joined Snap in the cockpit as they approached their destination. He quietly watched the chiss at the helm, envious of the Bittersweet’s controls as he skillfully and gracefully moved his hands over them; he chuckled internally at his own thoughts and smiled shyly as he saw the other man look at him.
“Imperial-” Trison repeated; his eyes were wide in worry, but he tried to disguise his reaction by looking down at the pink sweater he had put on just a bit earlier; it was a bit big on him and the neck had slid down to expose most of his right shoulder. He chuckled a little, taking in the pink color for the first time and returning his gaze to the chiss.
When Snap had landed them safely on the planet, Trison was thinking about his blue skin and the feel of it again; he tilted his head, trying to focus on the words that were said to him. “That’s right-” He chuckled, blushing a little, having thought he had been caught staring at him. “A good meal with fantastic company sounds like a pretty great way to check out a planet I haven’t been to before.
“I’m-” His next thought was interrupted with the unexpected movement and body contact; his mind reminded him that he had been thinking about touching him all morning and so he didn’t say anything more until Snap pulled away. “Snap-” He had whispered, but whatever he had thought to say had gone when a string of giggles escaped his mouth at the chiss' mention of shopping. “Whatever you want.” He said, his cheeks turning pink as he grabbed Snap’s hand.
“Maybe I can use some of whatever it is that keeps your hair so…” Trison spoke, but couldn’t find the word he wanted to finish; mostly because he had to fight the sudden urge to put his fingers in the man’s curly hair. He reached up and brushed his own dark hair away from his eyes; he had always been pretty indifferent when it came to his own looks, but being around the man, and noticing how he was pretty particular about his hygiene, made Trison worry about what Snap thought about him. “Can you help me with my hair?” He asked softly, rubbing his hands against his face, a little bit of anxiousness pulling at him.
[2:29:16 PM] Sunnyshine: Snap's piercing red eyes gleamed with a certain satisfaction, and just a touch of embarrassment, at the mention of his hair; he kissed Trison's hand, pressing it to his dark lips as they smiled softly, and then pulled him in close. His fingers gently traced the muscles of the human's sides and back; he then opened his mouth as if to say something, though words eluded him. He breathed, smirking, and then had Trison follow him into the lavatory; he fumbled a little over a few bottles of product he had lying around the sink, and popped open a cylinder labeled 'flexible hold.'
Snap dabbed a good amount of product into his hand, and then hesitated, making eye contact with Trison for a second before rubbing it into his fingers and through the human's hair. He had to note that his hair was very fine and soft, he having never really touched it before, and somehow satisfying to caress; he admittedly dwelled a little too long on the shape of it, but he pulled back after a moment in a thoughtful expression. With Trison's bangs out of his eyes, tucked away and upward in a messy fashion, the chiss had full view of his face shape for perhaps the first time; he gently held a hand on the back of his neck, pulling their faces together in yet another kiss. He whispered a vulgarity, touching his lips to the human's with a sudden tenderness. "-You're beautiful."
After another moment of necking, something that Snap was beginning to grow accustomed to, he pulled the human's arms around him as they walked together into the lounge; he dug through Trison's bag of belongings momentarily, thinking that he was maybe crossing a line, but quickly retrieved the tube of skin ointment. He held the man's right hand to his chest, gently pulling away the sleeve of his sweater, and kissed his burn scar with a certain fondness; he took a breath, applying the cream, but barely touching his skin as he rubbed it in.
Snap looked as though he wanted to say something, though nothing came out; he smiled softly, closing his mouth while keeping eye contact, contented for now to leave them in silence. Maybe it was a good thing, he pondered, that Trison's hair was almost always in his face, for he couldn't put together a coherence sentence with those striking eyes staring back at him so intently. A blush started at his ears as he glanced down sheepishly, and it made its way across his face and to his chest; he let his hands drift to the human's waist again, and just simply breathed for a moment. He knew in the back of his mind that they wouldn't always be like this, but pushed the thoughts away as quickly as he could; he wanted to enjoy this time, for as long as it lasted.
The rain softly tapped on the pavement and metallic buildings outside; it was a pleasant sound, as the hanger doors closed, but only because Snap knew he wouldn't have to be out in it for long. He had gathered a few things, and changed into his white v-neck tee moments ago, thinking that it might be a good undershirt if he needed one, as he held Trison's hand while walking through the docking area. Trash had contented to stay aboard Bittersweet again, and the chiss began to wonder what it was that he did all day in there. He didn't want to think about it much, as he pulled the human closer to his side, and strode into the open air; his mind needed to be in the present, and the love of clothing drew him forward.
[7:10:35 PM] Melissa: Trison had all but forgot what he had just asked, when he was pulled back towards the chiss; he thought about asking instead, why they needed to go out at all, considering their joint body language was suggesting that they’d be content just staying on the ship to neck. He giggled again, now being pulled down the hall; was it perhaps the thought of going out that made Snap so excited, and if so how could he deflate that feeling? No, they were going shopping; he set his mind on it and grinned, trying to let some of his inner nervousness go.
He watched Snap decide on which product to use, and when he turned and met his gaze, Trison couldn’t help staring back into his stunning red eyes with wonder. How does he make me feel so alive, he thought, pressing his lips together as the chiss styled his hair. He hadn’t ever put anything in his hair to hold or style it a certain way and, although the product in his hair wasn’t as intolerable as he expected, having his bangs off of his face made him feel somewhat exposed.
The uncomfortable feeling was distracted somewhat quickly with a soft tug and the pressing of mouths together; Trison sighed contently as Snap’s lips left his, then blushed crimson and lowered his gaze, hearing the man’s complimenting words. He refocused back on the chiss’ dark skin and let himself enjoy another few moments of kissing, not sure who started it this time, as he wrapped his arms around the chiss' back; his fingers tensing slightly against him.
Trison walked with Snap, still enjoying the emotional high of being so close to him; he watched curiously as the chiss dug through his own things, a fond smile on his lips. His body tensed when Snap exposed the scarred skin of his arm, but didn’t pull away as the chiss held the same arm against him; he shook a little as the cream was applied, anxiety trying to force it’s way into his mind, but he kept his eyes on Snap which seemed to help distract him.
There were so many reactions and words that streamed through his head, but none of them seemed to describe how he felt; the man pulled Trison’s inner walls down with such finesse and speed that it scared him, but, at the same time, he couldn’t pull away either. It wasn’t only that he didn’t want to be alone anymore, but it had a great deal with how much joy was in his heart right now, and he knew the feelings had everything to do with Snap. He watched the blush on the chiss’ skin spread to his chest and brushed his fingers over the change in color.
Trison slipped his hand down to cover Snap’s and slowly brought them up both to his own chest, “I feel you here.” He whispered, pressing the chiss’ palm against his heart. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, the pounding in his chest was intense and overwhelming; he focused on his breathing, trying to calm himself down and tried to find something else to say.
“I should get dressed.” Trison breathed out deeply and kissed Snap’s hand gently before moving away. His thoughts were back in the moment of romance as he reluctantly returned to the sleeping area to put on his own clothes; once dressed, he pulled on his boots, retrieved his backpack and met up with Snap, glad to be hand in hand with him again.
“Shopping first?” The human asked with a little smirk. “You’ll, um, help me find something right?” He asked. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t shopped for himself before, but he usually only purchased exactly what he needed when he needed something; he had seen the passion in Snap’s eyes when he had dressed him earlier and wanted to see that look on the chiss’ face again. Trison blushed lightly, realizing again how selfish he really was; his thoughts tried to continue down that road, making him look quietly at the floor for a few minutes as they walked together.
[12:08:08 AM] Sunnyshine: "Of course." Snap's voice hummed lowly as he smiled over at Trison; he paused for a moment as they walked, taking in the small expressions that danced across the human's face. "Is something wrong?" He frowned only a little, bringing both their hands up to his chest in a possessive sort of way as they took an elevator down. "You can tell me." The threshold of the building was suddenly at their feet; the downpour of rain from a moment ago had subsided to more of a drizzle, though very few people were out in it. A docking ship rattled behind them, and the chiss stepped forward into the pathway; he smiled at Trison, hoping that he would continue being with him, and grabbed his waist while leveling their eyes. "You don't have to say anything, but I promise I won't judge you."
After a moment of relative silence, and some patrons of a nearby diner walking by who, from the looks of it, just had a great lunch, Snap pivoted with a thoughtful expression. His arm still around Trison's hip, he led them down the street; though the lack of communication bothered him sometimes, he certainly didn't want to press. They were still getting to know each other, after all, and some of the fun of a relationship is being surprised, he told himself. Several large buildings ahead of them reached up into the cloudy sky, and the chiss considered them as monuments to sentient species' shared ingenuity; he nodded politely to a few passer-by, and breathed in the humidity from the safety of the awning-covered walkways.
A few bright lights flashed through the gloom, and Snap turned to read the signs; some were in different languages, him only knowing common fluently, but he knew some keywords to look out for. A few minutes passed, and the chiss was concentrating on finding just the right shopping area; he had poked his head into one only briefly, before walking back out with an indifferent expression. "Maybe that complex will have something." He wondered aloud, crossing the mostly-empty road, trying to dodge the raindrops as he did so, and opened a glass-paned door for Trison to enter first.
The building had a great many stores inside, all of varying styles and products, and several different floors that one would be able to see the edges of if they looked straight up. Snap breathed in, the air smelled of quite the array of perfumes, and he coughed a little with a sheepish expression as his eyes began to water; he kept his gaze on Trison, wondering what he thought about all of it, though didn't say anything. He turned, a particular rack of clothes having caught his eye, and gently tugged the human along beside him.
[10:05:16 AM] Melissa: Trison looked at Snap as they walked, trying to refocus his rising nervousness; his mind tried to settle on a reason for it, did he just feel guilty for being selfish? Could it mostly be due to the mention of the empire? Or was it because he knew he’d have to be around people while shopping and he really didn’t know how to keep from putting up his inner walls; he was really vulnerable around Snap, the man could pull down those same walls with just a glance, and he didn’t know how to balance himself right now. He sighed in response so Snap’s words, he didn’t like the tension between them when he wasn’t being open, but he had to find the words to say, which wasn’t always so easy.
He focused on his breathing, his shoes against the hard ground, the cool air against his body; he had forgotten his poncho and it was a little chilly outside, but the warmth of the man next to him made all the difference. How did he know something was off with Trison? He looked up at him with a little smile; Snap really did see him, he realized that, which made him adore the chiss even more.
Watching Snap decide on a store to browse, Trison tried to take in every motion and expression; he was trying to focus on the little things he usually missed, but even as close as he felt to the man, it was exceedingly difficult for him to read him. Snap had opened the door for him; he blushed slightly and entered, waiting for the man to step beside him again.
He paused longer than he had planned, his face a little scrunched up at the wall of smells he was met with; it wasn’t as if the variety of mixed aromas was especially unpleasant to him, it had just surprised him and he took a few seconds to recover. He gladly welcomed Snap’s hand in his again, realizing how much comfort his touch brought him; he was distracted when the chiss had pulled him along with him and stumbled slightly, with a string of nervous laughter.
“Snap-” He whispered, moving closer to the chiss as he found his ability to speak again. “Um, I’m just kind of nervous, there’s a lot of people here.” For him this explanation covered his conduct since they left the ship; he really didn’t know how to act in most social situations and found his old fears creeping up on him. Trison hoped that Snap didn’t mind his clingy behavior as he stayed within a few inches of the chiss, holding his hand firmly.
[7:01:26 PM] Sunnyshine: Snap had turned to Trison briefly with a distracted sort of smile. "Yes-" He replied simply, his thought trailing off as he was distracted by a rack of particularly shiny clothing articles. He thumbed through a few items, pausing at one, and pulled it out with a swift motion; he held the sparkly black frilled tube top to his chest with a slightly quizzical expression, and glanced to the human. "Do you think this would look good on me?" He asked, then looked down at it himself; a grimace made its way across his face. "Ugh, I don't like black; I always think I will, but I don't." He muttered under his breath, putting the shirt back down on the shelf with a defeated sort of sigh.
Snap's brow furrowed as his eyes drifted back to Trison after another moment; he thought perhaps he had missed something. The human's tone was nervous. He pivoted a little, angling himself parallel to the man, and took his face in his hands gently. "Just focus on me." He whispered so that only they could hear, suddenly thinking that perhaps crowds were a bit of a problem for Trison; he smiled. "And focus on the clothes."
[7:58:55 PM] Melissa: Trison kept his eyes on Snap, trying to keep a smile and look of interest on his face; he stared at what vaguely resembled a shirt against the chiss and shifted uncomfortably. “I think anything would look good on you.” He muttered, then giggled a little at Snap’s reaction to the same article of clothing.
He trembled when the blue-skinned man touched his face; forgetting for a moment that they weren’t alone on the ship, he wrapped his arms around Snap and started to lean in for a kiss, but stopped with the mention of clothes. “Oh, yeah.” Trison whispered, forcing his mind to find a place between fantasy and anxiety and rest there, focused on the task at hand. He looked at the different sizes of tube tops, all in black, that Snap was first interested in and frowned.
Thinking for a moment and glancing at the shade of the chiss’ deep blue skin, Trison looked over the clothes rack in front of him; he scrunched his nose a little, not finding anything remotely interesting and pulled Snap over to pause in front of another rack. “Too bright, too dark, too… what is that?” He moved quickly to the next rack and thumbed through the clothing in front of him.
He grabbed a white shirt off the rack, it was cut in a feminine style, but he didn’t know or care; the whole thing was made of an intricate lace, which started with flower like shapes and came down to a zigzag pattern in a short, almost crop top style. Trison felt the cloth between his fingertips, it was light and soft; he thought for a moment about how the chiss’ blue skin would show through it, and he turned to Snap with a dreamy look on his face. “What about this on you?” He breathed out, offering it to the chiss.
Looking back to the rack again, Trison picked out another shirt and held it up; it was a relatively straight style shirt in light grey, but it had a triangle of cream colored lace that dipped deeply down the back. “This too.” He whispered, touching the lace gently; he couldn’t help imagining Snap in the clothes again, with his beautiful skin peeking through the lace.
[8:53:49 PM] Sunnyshine: Snap was tugged along beside Trison, and he smirked in a mildly satisfied way; in his experience, the fear of crowds wasn't so easily ignored or overcome, but the human seemed to be pressing forward with a certain focus that he didn't expect. He fought the urge to kiss the man, pressing his lips together in an attempt to stifle it, and rested his eyes on the clothes as they moved together through them. "I like your taste." He hummed softly, taking the offered items from Trison and tucking them under his arm to try on later. This shop in particular seemed to have a lot of blacks and whites; the chiss turned around and noticed a horizontally-striped turtleneck, and grabbed it to test the fabric before showing it to the human. "I don't know your size; think this would fit you?"
[9:19:48 PM] Melissa: Trison couldn’t help the sheepish smile that spread across his lips as Snap took the shirts; he blushed when he heard the chiss’ comment about the clothing and shrugged. “I think they’ll look good on you.” He said, his gaze resting on Snap for perhaps longer than appropriate, especially in public.
When Snap spoke to him again, he had to blink a few times to refocus and look at the striped shirt before him; he considered the black and white stripes for a moment. He only wore browns -leggings and wrap style tunics- they were habits cultivated on Tatooine, and he had never though to wear any other color or style. “It should fit.” He said, a bit of hesitation in his words. Trison was trying to immerse himself in this activity that Snap was apparently fond of, but he had forgotten that the man wanted to dress him too.
He grabbed a couple more lacy styles off the rack beside him and turned to look at Snap again. “What sort of things do you like to wear?” He asked, a little unsure. He looked the chiss up and down, trying to remember what he had worn in the past; his own observation skills were very limited when it came to things like clothing, instead he found himself wishing that Snap had less on. Shaking the thoughts from his mind he walked over to another rack and picked up a simple brown coat with a bit of fur on the collar. “Too warm for you perhaps, but what about for me?” He asked, holding it up.
[10:30:03 PM] Sunnyshine: "You're really getting into this, aren't you?" Snap chuckled softly, looking sideways at Trison with a fond smirk. "Thought I was the only thing that looked good on you." He muttered in joking, laughing a little as he remembered what the human had told him a while ago; he breathed after a moment, blinking, and forcefully shoved the need to kiss him to the back of his mind. He paused, holding the offered piece of clothing up to examine it, and then gave it back to Trison. "I think it's great." He considered briefly if this was a lie, him disliking the color for himself, but he supposed that the human liked browns since he wore them so frequently.
Snap shrugged passively, grabbing a few more articles of clothing as he drifted toward the dressing room area. "You gonna try some on?" He asked Trison, pausing while going through a few of his chosen pieces; it would be relatively easy to focus just on the clothing when they weren't directly touching, he pondered, but his heart ached a little at the thought of it. His two loves, colliding, and yet getting along? It was very confusing.
[10:57:44 PM] Melissa: “I think I could get into anything, for you.” Trison said with a smirk; he giggled at Snap’s words and blushed again, but just shrugged it off. He watched the chiss again, still trying to figure him out, but sighed, realizing it would take time for him to really get to know Snap; no matter how intimate and open they had been this last few days, they really didn’t know each other all that well.
He frowned, considering everything that had happened since they met; some of the times were devastating, but there were more good times than bad, right? Trison had been staring at a shirt for several seconds, not really taking it in, when Snap spoke. “You try them on here?” He asked; he considered the jacket in his hand, and setting down the other things he was holding, he pulled the jacket on over his tunic.
“Hmm, not as soft as I thought.” He grumbled, quickly removing it and placing it back on the hanger. Trison hung the jacket back on the rack, picked up the items he had set down and walked over to Snap. “I have a couple more lacy things you could try on.” He said; he bit his lip and bumped the chiss with his shoulder playfully.
[11:35:33 PM] Sunnyshine: Snap was taken aback slightly by Trison's shoulder nudge; the frown of his surprise was quite apparent, but it was quickly replaced with a smirk. "I love lacy things." He whispered in the human's ear as they walked, breathing on his neck for a second before ducking into a booth with his clothing options; he briefly made eye contact before closing the curtain for some privacy. Despite going shirtless so often on Bittersweet, he didn't like to be uncovered in public; it made his self-esteem prickle uncomfortably, and anxiety build to an unreasonable amount. Even trying on tops in an enclosed space made him self-conscious.
Snap lifted a piece of clothing over his head, having put his arms in the sleeves, and then looked down at the fabric; it was very sheer, and he grimaced. After another few moments, he emerged, tossing away the majority of his chosen garments, and being left with one lacy blouse that Trison had chosen for him. He glanced around for the human, his eyes a little unfocused, and his face heated. "Any luck on your end?"
[12:04:55 AM] Melissa: Trison watched Snap walk into the curtained booth and he paused just outside; he noted the size and decided following him into the tiny fitting room didn’t make any sense, so he walked into the next empty one and quickly changed into the striped turtleneck that Snap had picked out. He stepped back out some minutes before the chiss, having only tried on the one striped turtleneck, and waited patiently for the chiss. He frowned when Snap had set down most the clothes they had picked out, but noticed that he kept the one very lacy top and let the feelings of disappointment fade. “I like this.” Trison said with a small smile, the striped shirt still in hand.
He noticed how Snap seemed to go quiet again as they walked to the front of the shop to purchase their items; he wanted to reach out to hold the chiss’ hand again, but he kept his hands on the shirt the man had picked out for him instead. “May I buy that for you?” He asked, motioning to the lovely piece of clothing that Snap had decided on.
After buying the items, they left the shop; Trison let his arm fall between them and touched the back of Snap’s hand lightly, timidly trying to prompt him to hold his hand again. “Where else did you wish to go?” He asked quietly, looking around at the shops before them. The amount of people here tried to bring up his insecurities and he paused again; he breathed out deeply, reminding himself that he was safe beside the blue-skinned man, despite his confusing demeanor.
Walking into the store that Snap had picked, Trison looked around curiously at the many styles and colors. “Do you think I’d look good in a deep blue?” He asked without thinking; realizing what he said he blushed furiously and turned to busy himself by looking at different suit jackets.
When Snap had picked out several different colors and styles, of mostly suits for both of them, they headed to the dressing rooms. Trison noticed that the curtained rooms were much bigger than the last shop and tried to follow Snap inside one. “I don’t really know how these go, will you help me?” He asked with a little shrug, holding up a vest and suit combination.
[2:06:41 AM] Sunnyshine: After making his way beside Trison to the exit, and reluctantly allowing him to buy his shirt, Snap had gazed into the window of a suit shop. The hum of overhead lights was relatively loud; he had considered for a second if it was fancier, because more lighting made it seem like they cared more about color. The only other patrons of the shop walked out, passing the chiss and human with indifferent expressions, and making conversation in another language. "Navy is probably a good color for you." He hummed distractedly. "Might bring out your eyes."
Ignoring the nervousness that had began to crawl up his spine, Snap casually glanced over some suits, skillfully stifling his glee as he pulled one out that had a lovely checkerboard vest and wide lapel. He tucked the items under his arm, reaching for another; this one had a stiff collar that would be sure to stand up if he popped it just right. Snatching up a few other things, the chiss then glanced over at Trison; considering his shape for a moment, his eyes danced. "Perhaps brown too?" He muttered under his breath, remembering that the human seemed to like that color, and reached for a suit that might just fit him; then promptly another.
Snap's arms were a little full by the time he felt as if he were finished looking through the shop's stock, and ducked into the large dressing area; he bit his lip anxiously as Trison spoke to him, but nodded. He tossed the clothing into a booth, pulling the human in with him, and drew the curtain; his face remained somewhat stoic as he pulled out one of the items he had chosen for Trison, and held it up to him. "Could use a pocket square." He murmured, removing the blue jacket from its hangar, and going to slip it on the human's arms; the shirt underneath got a little rumpled by its sleeves, but the chiss was more worried about how the shoulders fit. He pondered them for a long moment, testing their shape, and gazing at the fabric; he hesitated, realizing that his skin was almost the same color as the suit he had chosen, and stood with a quizzical expression as his deep red eyes met Trison's. "You don't like me just because of my skin color, do you?"
Snap chuckled halfheartedly, pretending that he was joking, though he really wasn't; he sheepishly ran a hand through his hair, and glanced back down at his pile of clothes. He retrieved a small blouse with a tied ribbon on the back, and looked it over, wondering if it would even fit him; he sometimes underestimated his size, but thought it would be fun to try on anyways. He stepped away from Trison, and then took his shirt off to put on the top in his hands; his skin tingled at the sudden wave of air hitting it, and he grimaced while attempting to put his arms through the sleeves. The chiss glanced down, thinking that the fabric was too dark to go against his skin, but reached to his back to try and lace the ribbon back up anyway. "Might as well go for it." He mumbled to himself as he struggled.
[10:34:59 AM | Edited 10:40:10 AM] Melissa: Trison let Snap dress him with a shy little smile on his lips; he didn’t really notice much about the actual clothing as he watched the way the chiss moved. He was taken aback by the question of skin color and backed himself up against the wall of the changing booth, his face in his hands. “I-uh- No-um-” He stuttered quietly. He looked up and noticed that Snap was having some difficulty with the shirt he was trying on, so he moved over to the chiss. “Here, let me.” He mumbled, gently grabbing Snap’s hands and moving them.
His hands lingered for a moment before he let go with a steadying sigh; carefully lacing up the back, Trison couldn’t help noticing how soft Snap’s skin felt against him fingertips. Is it just his skin, he silently asked himself; he couldn’t deny that he really loved the man’s skin, the color and feel, but he knew the chiss was so much more than how he looked or felt to him.
“Snap-” He whispered; tying the ribbon and turning the chiss around to take in how the blouse looked. It was pretty, and unlike most the styles he’d been trying on; the contrast didn’t make his skin color stand out as much. Trison pulled him close, placing one hand on his waist and softly stroking his face with the other. “I think you’re beautiful-” He swallowed, trying to push down the rising anxiety. “But it doesn’t have as much to do with how you look as who you are.” He kissed his jaw line tenderly, while trying to keep his own breathing calm. “You are so talented, I find that I envy the way you touch Bittersweet's controls... Your compassion amazes me.” His words were soft and airy as he continued, pressing his chest against the chiss. “The way you make me feel makes me wish I wasn’t so flawed… I like -no, I adore every bit of you.” He slipped his hand against the back of Snap’s neck, his fingertips tugging slightly at the man’s curls, and slowly pulled him in for a kiss.
[11:15:58 AM] Sunnyshine: "Sorry-" Snap had replied solemnly, in regards to the color of his skin. "I didn't mean to imply that-" He breathed as he was kissed, and leaned his forehead down to touch Trison's; brushing his fingertips along the sides of his chest in a lustful way as the man continued to speak. He pressed his lips against Trison's arm that had found its way to the back of his head, and let a swear slip out, having kissed the blazer instead of skin like he wanted to. "-you really know how to wreck my concentration." He whispered, the back of his mind poking him for a moment about the clothes around them; he really did love clothing. Fabric, styles, patterns, they were more like playthings to him; people, on the other hand, were more firm, lively, interesting, not to be used. This was a distinction that he hadn't always made.
A definite blush made its way to Snap's face as he leaned his whole body into Trison's to kiss him; he steadied the both of them on the wall of the changing room, his other hand drifting up the human's shirt without permission. He pressed his fingertips into the skin of his back, and let out a breath before continuing to kiss him; he always was a sucker for suits, and it seemed that even just a jacket was enough to captivate him. Not that Trison would have it on for long, if he had anything to say about it.
[11:57:03 AM] Melissa: Trison glanced at the clothing still waiting to be tried on as he felt Snap’s hand against his bare skin; he pulled away for a moment, as he let a string of nervous giggles escape his lips at the man’s earlier comment. He pulled off the blazer and then his own shirt, considering if he had actually planned on trying on anything, or just wanted to feel the chiss against him again. “Kark-” He whispered, settling on the selfishness of the latter.
“I think you feel better on my skin.” Trison whispered, returning to where he had been a moment earlier. He wrapped his arms around the chiss and loosened the ribbon he had just tied, having some difficulty, but managing anyway; he swiftly pulled the shirt off of the man and tossed it to the floor, as he pressed their chests together again. He let his hands explore the chiss’ skin above his waist, being careful to not linger the places that Snap had specified were ticklish.
After having been entangled in each other’s arms for several minutes, Trison’s hands found the chiss’ hair and he ran his fingers through it, being careful to not tug too hard. His mind was lost in the moment of adrenaline as his heart rushed and his breaths became short and quick; he kissed him passionately again, his tongue moving into the man’s mouth with slow purposeful motion. He was focused and in the moment, despite his own awkwardness; as their movements became more heated, he found it harder to push past the little bit of discomfort, as it was growing with each second he was against the chiss, until the feeling was unbearable.
He gasped as he tried to push down the feeling of overwhelming fear; his body was reacting without his full conscious permission or awareness to their combined intensity. Trison’s vision started to become shadowy and unclear; his mind was quickly going into full panic mode and his palms were hitting against Snap’s chest, as he tried to keep his legs from running away.
[12:54:44 PM] Sunnyshine: Snap had been drifting in a sea of emotions, euphoria ruling his expression before Trison suddenly started reacting forcefully. The chiss' thoughts violently came to a halt, and he pulled his head away with a sharp breath as panic prickled the back of his neck. "What-?!" He mumbled, his voice having been lost in his own mind a second ago. He jolted, looking around the room for something that might be threatening them; his muscles were tense as he leaned protectively around Trison, even with him hitting him. There was nobody there; they were still alone.
Snap watched a few particles of dust gliding through the air, and he sighed, refocusing on Trison while letting his arms drop. Had something happened? His heart raced, and his face was red, though he wasn't sure if it was from the excitement of a moment ago or the burst of adrenaline from thinking they were in danger. Had he hurt him? The chiss' mind struggled to catch up to the situation, and remembered that Trison had identified as asexual; he caught his hands in his own, and leveled their eyes. "Too far?" He asked apologetically, sorrow in his tone; he brushed the human's hair with his fingers, softly tugging the majority of it down across his face. "There-" He smirked solemnly. "You're back."
After pausing to look at Trison with his earnest eyes, Snap turned around to dig through the pile of clothing beside them; he took out a particularly soft striped tan and grey sweater with zigzags through it, and gently pulled it over the human's head, leaving the sleeves rest limply at his sides. "You have to tell me-" He mumbled, reaching up to his face, but stopped his hand just short of touching his pale skin. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable."
Snap's mind stuttered, a thousand different thoughts running through it all at once as he stared; he had been selfish, overbearing, unkind, forceful, and many other things that jabbed at his weakened self-esteem. He had thought everything was fine, and it just felt so nice that he didn't realize things had gone too far; he should've been more sensitive to Trison's wishes, he should've been aware of what they were doing. He stifled a vulgarity, looking down at the floor, tears threatening to fall; he was ashamed of himself. "I'm s-sorry." He muttered, wiping his face with the back of a hand.
[7:49:19 PM] Melissa: Trison was crying hard and having trouble catching his breath, but was somehow still standing and trying to fight. “Back off, Vict.” He had muttered, almost inaudibly; his mind recalling moments of fear from his past. He froze as Snap held his hands and tried to focus his eyes on the chiss, but his vision was blurred with tears and his mind was still foggy with terror. He stayed still as the man rearranged his hair in its usual messy style and closed his eyes to try to listen to his soft voice.
He flinched as Snap pulled a sweater over his head, but relaxed into the warmth of it. keeping his arms in the body of the sweater. As realization of the situation set in, Trison flopped onto the floor of the dressing room, feeling deflated and empty. He had wanted to be close to the man, but couldn’t handle his own body’s reaction to the intense intimacy; he didn’t understand how he could enjoy everything up to that point and then completely fall apart. Snap hadn’t pushed him into anything, he knew that, but his behavior said otherwise and he hated himself for it.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He cried, pressing his hands against his face and then rubbing his hair against his eyes. “It’s my fault, not yours.” He sobbed in his hands, shaking and wishing he was someone, anyone but himself right now. “I hurt you again, and even if I could, I don’t deserve to be with you.”
[8:59:02 PM] Sunnyshine: Snap's lips parted, as if he was going to say something, and yet all of his words seemed to be just out of reach; he forced himself to stop tearing up for at least a moment, inhaling quickly to refocus his thoughts, and watched Trison curl up on the floor. He hesitated, only having been an observer of crying in public a few times; perhaps there weren't any bystanders now, but he was sure that the human felt self-conscious and exposed. It dawned on him that he himself would've ran out, and that Trison had exercised a great deal of restraint to not.
Snap bent over to thumb through the clothing at his feet, and then picked up a few of the softer articles; they crumpled in his arms, and he felt a little guilty that the store would have to press them again, but he continued collecting. After a moment, the chiss stepped quietly over to Trison, and tossed the cloth over his scrunched form; he smirked, kneeling beside him, and then dug through to find the human's face again so that he could breathe. "It might bruise-" He admitted, speaking about how his chest had been hit, a little bit of a chuckle in his throat as he kissed the top of Trison's head. "But you're still worth it." He mumbled a cuss, situating himself into a sitting position beside the pile of clothes around the human, and leaned on the wall; he closed his eyes, letting the adrenaline drain from him, and whispered. "You don't have to be sorry; it's just how you are."
[9:54:52 PM] Melissa: Trison looked up from the pile of clothes; he wondered how the man could stay with him right now; he had put a wedge in their relationship yet again and knew he didn’t deserve to be cared for so tenderly. “I’m not worth anything.” He muttered almost silently, wiping the tears from his eyes. With the warmth and weight of the clothing, his heart rate and breathing became steady again and his tears seemed to have run out.
Scooting closer to Snap after a several minutes, he hesitantly leaned against him, despite his own feelings of worthlessness and worry that the chiss wanted space; he reached out to find the chiss’ hand and gently held his fingers. “I don’t want to be this way.” He whispered. “I’ve never had-” He swallowed, trying to push away the awkwardness, and speak as plainly as he could; he looked pointedly down towards his own crotch as he continued. “-swelling while necking before. I reacted without thinking and I understand if you don’t ever want to risk kissing me again.”
He wiped a few stray tears from his eyes and sniffed a little; he was surprised that he was able to speak about the situation, let alone so soon after it had happened. “Can we go back to the shopping?” Trison whispered after a few more minutes, hoping that he hadn’t ruined the whole day. “You said you’d help me with these-” He implied the suits covering most of him. “And I still want to take you to a meal, if you want to go with me? Or I can just go back to the ship, if you want me to?”
[10:34:29 PM] Sunnyshine: Snap's eyes flew open, a frown on his brow as he met Trison's gaze; swelling? A grin grew on his face, surprise hitting him, and he laughed a little while cussing again; he reached to the human's face, holding it in both of his hands tenderly as his expression softened. "I would love to continue shopping with you." His voice hummed low in his throat; all thoughts of self-hatred seemed to melt away in a single moment, and all he was left with was adoration. "Please stay with me." He followed in a whisper. It then hit him forcefully, the idea that he didn't just like this man, but that he loved him; he breathed a sigh, and it caught in his throat as he let his arms drop between them. A few tears fell from his deep red eyes, but he didn't wipe them away; he only stared at Trison longingly, knowing that he would do anything for him if he could.
Snap had only been in love once before in his life; his hands began to tremble as he shifted and then held up a vest to the human. He tried to smile, but tears started to stream down his face; love hadn't been this brutal on him before, save for the very end of it, but it was blanketed in a certain kind of terror this time. The tremor in his hands worsened, and he had to drop the clothing because his grip had waned almost completely; he turned his head away from Trison, leaning his chin on his own shoulder, and tried to bring a hand up to his face to wipe away his tears.
[11:09:16 PM] Melissa: “I’ll stay.” Trison whispered; watching the emotions on the chiss’ face change, he looked at him with a little smile. He reached out to Snap and let his fingers linger on his cheeks, after wiping the fresh tears from his face; he had to push down the want to kiss him again, not sure if Snap would want him to now.
Why was Snap crying, Trison wondered, was it because of his actions? Was the chiss being polite, but didn’t actually want him here? The human had taken a step back, trying to give Snap some space, because he didn’t know what to expect; he was already emotionally exhausted, he wasn’t sure how he’d react to being yelled at or being pushed away, even though he thought he deserved it.
He busied himself with getting dressed, trying to push his worries aside; he turned around, pulling off the sweater, and put on a button down shirt. The buttons were difficult with his hands still shaking, but he managed to button it up and turned to Snap. “What do you…” He trailed off seeing that Snap was still upset.
“I-” Trison tried to speak again, but found the words caught in his throat; he wiped the tears from Snap’s cheeks again and slipped his hands against the chiss’ hands, interlocking their fingers gently. “I’m sorry I messed up our moment again.” He whispered softly, wanting to move closer, but not sure if he should. “Please don’t cry, I’ll do whatever you want me to; is there anything that will help make it better?” He bit his lip nervously, leaning toward Snap; he wanted desperately to touch him again, despite his earlier reactionary behavior.
[12:50:02 AM] Sunnyshine: Snap sighed forcefully, he having been holding his breath in an attempt to stifle his crying; he looked into Trison's eyes as he addressed him again. Stay with me, he wanted to say, hold me forever; the words drifted through his mind like lacy white curtains, though could not be held onto. There was still the trembling of fear in his extremities, but he managed to curl his fingers around the human's and bring them up to his face; he took a breath, tucking Trison's arm around his shoulder, and kissing it gently. "T-thank you." He muttered, his lungs rasping a little. "I want you-" He hesitated, reaching his other hand up to caress the human's face while he tried to catch his breath. "All of you- to stay; please stay- with me."
Snap leaned over to peck Trison's lips, just barely touching them with his own, and then he paused to look at what the human was wearing. He smirked, wiping away a few of his tears with the back of a hand, feeling his emotions shifting suddenly again. "A little big on you, isn't it?" He chuckled, and then coughed, sniffing. "Kark, I'm such a mess-" He sighed, using Trison's swear word while leaning back on the wall again; he felt stiff and awkward, unsure of himself and even the whole universe right now.
A few moments later, Snap successfully cleared his face of tears, and breathed smoothly into his hands; he glanced up at all the clothes, and decided that he'd better try a few things on now that his mind was a bit more organized. The realization of feelings hadn't hit so hard before, and he remained a little unsteady, but tried to brush it off; he commented about a few pieces of attire, their styles and fit, and ended up purchasing just a couple of things. The grey sweater for Trison, and a brown suit that looked amazing on him, then a few tops for himself; he was rather contented with the selection, and his hand drifted to the human's waist as they exited the store.
"I think we could use a little bit of quiet time-" Snap had whispered, pressing his mouth into Trison's shoulder. "To prepare for tonight; you're still taking me to dinner, right?" He smiled playfully, though terror still remained at the corners of his mouth, and they walked through the street, both not having much to say. Surprisingly, the rain had stopped altogether; noticing this, the chiss had glanced up at his hair, and then decided that he would probably need another shower in order to fix it again. He cleared his throat as they rode the elevator up, feeling a little out of place, but kept his hand loosely on the human's hip; he wasn't sure if Trison wanted to be touched right now, but he needed the stability himself, and felt as though he could be just a little selfish for a moment.
Bittersweet was a sight for sore eyes, and Snap sighed as he entered her lopsided frame; while he liked shopping and adventuring, there was something satisfying about returning home after time away. He let his arm fall from Trison's side as they parted, but glanced over with a coy smirk; his red eyes gleamed with adoration, and he kissed the human's hand as if to say farewell for now, then ducked into the lavatory.
A few hours passed; Snap had been getting ready for the majority of the time, making sure that his hair was coiffed just right, and looking at himself in the mirror to see if his new white lacy blouse fit properly. The fear he felt before had been pressed to the very back of his mind, as had many things that he didn't want to think about, so his thoughts skipped along jubilantly; humming a soft tune about loving someone again. He had been waiting to get over Tallulah, and it seemed as though hope had been lost; he knew now that he would always love her, even though she was gone, but that didn't mean he couldn't love someone else too. He turned around, checking to see how his rear end looked in his tight black pants, and smiled fiercely; he felt ready for the night, whatever it would bring.
Glancing around briefly, Snap had made his way into the lounge area; his fingers fiddled with the lace on his shirt as he waited for Trison. His eyes drifted downward; he felt suddenly self-conscious, but tried to push it away with some positive thinking.