This has been my favourite chapter to write so far of my Reyes and Keema BFF fic! I just had to share here. I hope you enjoy!
Keema laughed… and then she just kept on laughing.
Reyes smiled weakly at her. “Okay, Keems. I’m funny, but I’m not that funny.”
Keema was drunk. After telling her about the Oblivion problem, Reyes had had trouble calming her down. She was insisting that Sloane was behind it, and nothing Reyes said could convince her that they needed more information. Keema had gotten increasingly angry at him for trying to remain logical, so Reyes had had no choice but to fall back on a time-honoured human tradition for coping with emotional distress: he’d gotten her very, very drunk.
Reyes reflected that perhaps he’d gone a little too far by adding whiskey to her third and fourth glasses of wine. She’d announced grandly that she loved the combination, but Reyes wondered if she wasn’t in the position to make judgment calls about the quality of a drink at this point.
As friends were wont to do when the alcohol started flowing, she and Reyes had gotten to talking about sex. In truth, the topic of sex would usually have been something of an academic conversation given the physiological and anatomical differences between angara and humans, but Keema was way too sloshed for this to be anything but raunchy.
Keema turned to face Reyes and grabbed his arm. “You know who’s really not funny? Evfra. You haven’t met him, but he’s a complete hardass.”
“Yep, you said that already,” Reyes said, trying hard not to laugh.
“Did I? I did. Right. But I didn’t tell you that his ass is also hard and as sculpted as rocks. Stars and skies, he is a gorgeous man. Those thighs? They’re so muscly from killing kett.” She hiccuped daintily before continuing. “Reyes, he is always frowning. I have never ever ever seen him smile. It’s so fucking sexy. If I could, I would ride him straight from here to Zheng He.”
It was too much. Reyes laughed until his stomach hurt and tears were squeezing their way out of his eyes. Keema pushed his shoulder, trying to regain his attention. “You think this is funny, do you?” she slurred. “It’s not funny at all. I haven’t had sex in years. Years, Reyes. You don’t know what that’s like.”
Reyes wiped his face on his sleeve. “I do, actually. I haven’t had sex in years either.”
Keema stared at him, swaying slightly. “You haven’t? You?”
Reyes shook his head. “Nope. Not for 634 years, to be exact.” He smirked.
Keema stared at him in confusion, then suddenly she got it. “Oh! Oh. You’re stupid.” She feebly pushed him again in the chest. “Come on, surely you’ve been riding somebody on this planet. You know everyone.”
Reyes shrugged. “I actually haven’t. Work has been all the satisfaction I need.” He gave her a mock-virtuous look.
Keema wrinkled her nose at him. “Ew.” Then she sighed, her face becoming serious. “I miss touching someone,” she admitted bluntly. “I miss having someone touch me. It’s not just the sex part, but the layaveraash. That’s what I miss the most.”
Reyes frowned. “What was that? Laya-what?”
“Layaveraash, you know.” Keema stared at him like he was particularly stupid child, then sighed in exasperation. “It’s that feeling you get from holding someone after sex. Well, not always after sex, but… just holding someone, having your body touching theirs, knowing you’re not alone in the world because someone is touching you, anchoring you to the world. It’s that feeling. I miss that.” She tilted her head curiously at him. “Do you miss that?”
Reyes shrugged lightly, but suddenly found he couldn’t make eye contact with her. In all honesty, he wasn’t sure he knew what that felt like. “I definitely miss orgasms,” he retorted, changing the subject. “Wouldn’t mind having one that didn’t involve my own hand.”
Keema burst out laughing again. “Ew!” Then, as her laughing died down, she looked at Reyes.
Reyes looked back at her, staring into her big azure eyes.
A sudden tension tautened the air between them.
Keema frowned slightly and tilted her head quizzically.
Reyes raised his eyebrows and shifted his eyes to the side awkwardly, trying to look anywhere but at her.
The tension turned uncomfortable.
Abruptly, Keema wrinkled her nose. Then the two friends burst out laughing, and Reyes playfully pushed Keema off the couch onto the floor, where she collapsed in a giggling heap.
Still laughing, she hauled herself back onto the couch beside him and took a slug of wine/whiskey, then impulsively wrapped her arms around his neck so that he was awkwardly leaning over her lap, his head tucked under her chin. “Come here, you idiot. I would never ever have sex with you, but I love you anyway,” she said with fuzzy affection.
Reyes chuckled, reaching up to awkwardly pat her on the shoulder. “All right, all right, you wino. Let’s get you something to eat.” He gently disentangled himself from her embrace, then stood and hauled her up from the couch, supporting her as she stumbled over her own feet.
“I know you love me too, Reyes. Even if you’re too emotionally constipated to say it,” she teased as he helped her over to the kitchenette counter and settled her in a chair.
Reyes smiled indulgently at her, then on an uncharacteristic impulse, he kissed her on the forehead. She probably wouldn’t remember tomorrow that he had done it. “Okay, Keems. Now what do you want? Nutrient paste, adhi jerky, bread…?”
As Keema loudly and emphatically demanded an adhi sandwich and Reyes prepared it for her, he thought about her words. Reyes didn’t have much experience with love, romantic or familial. But if feeling comfortable with someone, wanting the best for them, and just wanting them to be happy was familial love, then…
Then, Reyes supposed maybe he did love her.
Not that he would ever tell her that.
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A chapter from my one and only non-romance/friendship fic! LOL oh man I’d kind of forgotten I’d written this 😂







