Aster's gaze flicked to the cuff, then back to Pako, her voice emerging low and hesitant, barely above the ship's hum.
"I need your help." The admission hung heavy, a quiet crack in her usual composure, and Pako's eyes widened, a grin splitting her face as she sat up straighter.
"With what? To get laid?" Pako chuckled, her laugh a sharp bark that bounced off the steel walls. Aster's silence stretched, her lack of denial a glaring confirmation, and Pako's grin turned wicked.
"What—seriously? You've got him on your back and arms all day, and you can't figure out how to fuck him?"
"Wait—it's not easy, okay?" Aster snapped, her voice rising as she stepped closer, her boots scuffing the floor. She sank onto the bed's edge, the mattress dipping under her weight, her blonde ponytail swaying as she settled.
"Not there—here," Pako interrupted, patting a dry patch of the sheet beside her, her tone teasing as she smirked at the damp chaos around her. "Unless you wanna sit in my mess."
