So...

Hi.

Um, I wrote something?

lol ok that's not very strange for me.

What I mean by that is... I wrote something with a lot of stuff in it.

And by stuff I mean sexual stuff.

I'm making it seem terrible aren't I?

Nothing smutty happens, there's just a lot of sexual references.

Sooo... read if you want, but don't read if you don't want to?

But in case you're like, "I can handle this," I'm adding an age restriction.

15+ only pretty please.

Gender-neutral OC or reader insert.

Tw: Sexual innuendos, sexual references, alcohol.

"You wouldn't last more than two minutes under pressure!" Crosshair yelled, pressing his finger to my chest. "You'd give in and just tell them everything!"

"You'd last exactly two minutes before it'd be over," I sneered. "And I'm not talking about the interrogation."

Crosshair rolled his eyes, but a smirk rested on his lips. "Then I don't know what you're taking about. What are you implying?"

"Why do you want to know?" I softly asked, leaning forwards.

"I don't," Crosshair replied, leaning forwards as well.

"Okay, what's happening?" Echo exclaimed.

"They have a bet going," Hunter tiredly explained. "They try to make each other blush, and whoever blushes loses."

"What does the winner get?" Echo asked.

"They won't tell us," Hunter shook his head. "We've all assumed it's something terrible."

"The wager has been going for one hundred and four rotations," Tech chimed in. "We've all placed bets to see how it will end."

"Can I join?" Echo asked.

"I don't see why not," Tech said. "Hunter believes Crosshair will win, while I am more inclined to wager against him. Wrecker has bet that they will keep this going for the rest of eternity."

"I bet on Crosshair winning," Echo decided. "I've heard the filthy words that come from his mouth. He called me bantha crap one time just for leaving the lights on in a different room."

"Go kark yourself!" I shouted.

"Why don't you do it yourself?" He smirked.

"Maybe I will!" I jeered.

His eyebrows went up. "Really?"

"Obviously not!" I scowled. "I don't screw around with walking toothpicks."

"Walking toothpick?" Crosshair snorted. "That's the best you've got, darling?"

"Nicknames, that's a point for Crosshair," Tech said, jotting it down on his datapad.

"We also have a ranking system," Hunter told Echo.

"Who's in the lead?" Echo questioned.

"Currently? Crosshair," Tech told him. "The other day he made a comment on their physical appearance that made them stutter, but not blush."

"No, the best I can do is say that I want to wrap my hands around your neck and strangle the life out of you!" I paused before adding, "Sweetheart."

He let out a heavy breath. "What if I told you I prefer to do the strangling myself?"

"Another point for Crosshair," Tech decided.

"Then I'd say," I began, eyes glinting, "that you wouldn't be able to reach my neck from under me."

"Point for them?" Echo hummed.

"Now you're getting it!" Wrecker slapped Echo's back.

A ding came from Tech's datapad, making everyone look up.

"We have some time off," Tech reported. "I assume we'll be venturing to 79's?"

"I'm in!" I raised my hand.

Everyone else shrugged, so we changed into our civies and went out.

We sat in our usual booth, drinks and chips on the table. I had my own bowl of chips that I didn't want to share.

"And I'm out," Echo said as he put an empty shot glass down. "I don't handle my liquor well after the techno union catastrophe."

"Lightweight," Crosshair scoffed before downing another shot.

 "Chips are my second favourite thing to eat," I remarked, taking a tiers one from my private bowl.

"What's the first?" Crosshair questioned.

I wiggled my eyebrows, a suggestion smirk on my face.

Crosshair rolled his eyes, turning away.

"Aw, are you hiding your blush?" I coed.

"No," Crosshair scowled, turning his face back at me.

"Hey, can I have one?" Wrecker asked, pointing to my chips.

"No!" I hissed, drawing the bowl to my chest. "Back off, you pile of bantha fodder!"

Wrecker put his hands up in the air to show surrender.

Crosshair sighed and put his head into his hands.

"Crosshair? What's wrong?" I softly asked.

"I've been feeling a little down lately," Crosshair told me, lifting his face out of his hands.

"Oh, is there anything I can do?" I quietly asked.

"Can I have some mouth-to-mouth?" Crosshair asked, snickering.

My face flushed just the slightest bit, as I was caught off guard.

Crosshair shot out of his seat. "Did you see that? I won! I won!"

"We did indeed see it," Tech said. 

"What do you win?" Hunter asked Crosshair as I groaned and rubbed my face.

"That's none of your business," Crosshair said, barely hiding his excitement. "Come on, let's go."

I reluctantly stood up and followed him from the bar, letting out a heavy sigh.

We eventually reached a dark alleyway, which he guided me into.

"Now, Crosshair smirked. "Pay up."

"Fine!" I hissed.

I slowly removed something from my pack, and handed it to him.

He examined it for a moment before tucking it into his pack. "Thank you very much."

"Wow, you can actually say 'thank you'?" I sarcastically said, bitter that he won the bet.

"I can," he nodded. "Very well in fact, when I'm motivated to."

I pushed past him to return to the ship,

He reached into his pack and pulled out the object, looking at was once my favourite stuffed animal to cuddle with.

I woke in the middle of the night after finally falling asleep after tossing and turning for hours when something brushed me, and I sleepily opened my eyes. "Wha-?"

"Go back to sleep," Crosshair whispered.

"Alright," I murmured, flipping onto my side.

He watched me for a moment before returning to his own bunk.

I woke the next morning with my stuffed animal in my arms.