Pako's kiss finally relented, her lips parting from Syn's with a soft, satisfied hum, leaving his chest heaving as he gulped air like a man resurfaced from drowning. She slid off him with a playful bounce, her bare feet hitting the medic room tiles with a light slap, her tanned skin gleaming faintly under the sterile lights as she adjusted her shorts, her shirt still dangling loosely around her shoulders. Syn sat up, his shirt rumpled and damp from her relentless press, his breath steadying as he rubbed his neck, the ghost of her grip still tingling against his skin.
"Can you show me the rest of the spaceship?" he asked, his voice low but firm, cutting through the lingering haze of her affection. He needed to know more—resources, crew, machinery, firepower—anything to anchor himself here, to be more than a toy passed between the girls' teasing whims. The shapeshifter chaos had stirred a restless drive in him, a need to understand this pirate world beyond their kisses and chaos.
