#Folding & Sliding Windows System

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Internal Folding Sliding Interior Doors: Perfect for Home Design

Of all kinds of interior doors that you will find, internal folding sliding doors are one of the most popular kinds. When choosing these sliding doors, you have to make sure that they will match the design and color scheme of the house the best part about these doors is that they save a lot of space in your home and are hence very reliable. When customizing the Design, work in close collaboration with your sliding folding door system supplier to get exactly what you want. You can drastically alter the look of your house with just a single new door.

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Aspects To Be Considered While Installing Sliding Doors And Windows

Customization in accordance to the customer desires is one of the most important aspects in the designing and installation of sliding glass door and window systems setup. For this, customization must be made open almost entirely ranging from style, glazing choices, colours and mainly the material in which the doors and windows are to be made. Here an organization that has the capability to deliver precisely what a customer wants and envision his perspective only can excel in the efforts to satisfy the client requirement. Although progression in expertise has nevertheless opened up numerous options, there are certain vital aspects that are to be kept in mind while installation of such civil contrivances. With these mandatory key aspects one can custom-design the entire process right from the scratch to the finish and at the same time fulfil the functional and cosmetic prerequisites and design preferences as well.

While we talk about customization it means that every aspect of the creation is considered from the personal preference perspective and see that the end / finished artefact is best suited to personalised needs and is exactly as per the desire. For this to happen, the right working material has to be chosen, that it is to say that the material has to be quite flexible, and must blend into the process of creation and emerge as a perfectly finished product. In case of sliding glass door and windows, the choice of material depends on the various factors like the status of the building, whether commercial or residential, the location such as the external environment, whether moist, dry or humid and so on. Likewise, whether the installation is within the building or outside also makes a big difference because of the weathering actions involved in it, to make sure that the material does not lose its original colour, physical state and shape and so on.

In order to fulfil the client necessity a high-performance working material must be selected and must be ensured that it plays a significant role in the makeover of the client and designer’s visualization into the desired end product. In this respect sliding doors and windows that are made from aluminium are undoubtedly durable, eco-friendly, weather, corrosion and water-resistant. Aluminium sliding windows and doors are usually fusion welded and use silicone sealants that evade crevices between the wall and the frame. However an expert organization that confidently deals with such installations and custom manufacturing must be entrusted the work of these kinds of aluminium sliding doors and windows. Duraslide a pioneer in designing and installation of aluminium sliding doors and windows, located in Singapore has been rendering services in designing and installation of aluminium sliding doors and windows and also allied installations of swimming pool glass partitions, stainless steel railings, shower partitions, aluminium façade, boundary screen, cladding, swing glass door and gates, huge sized sliding gates and so on.

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[jammed-out]

Just Upload Them

“Do you have the hours from yesterday’s meeting? I need a fresh download of them.”

You nodded and brushed down the hem of your bright pink dress. "Yes ma'am. I have them all recorded, just as you asked me to." You tapped your head, the metal of your finger banging against your metal headpiece, the chime ringing throughout the small office.

"Perfect. Then shut the door and turn on the privacy filter. You know I don't like to be disturbed while I do this."

You nodded and quickly shut the door, flicking the switch next to the light switch, the glass pane windows immediately fogging up growing dark. You slid the knob on the lights, turning them down, leaving little light in the room. Your fluorescent pink hair cast a soft glow around you, while your boss's short blonde hair cast a halo of light around her head.

She pushed out from behind her desk standing up. She immediately began to undo her suit jacket, sliding it off of her toned arms before tossing it onto the desk. She began to undo the buttons on her blouse. Following suit, she tossed it onto her jacket, standing there in just her bra.

You swallowed dryly, your lubrication systems freezing up as she crossed the room. She towered above you, her digital screen for a face looking down at you. Even though she was an older model, she was designed to be in charge with her larger frame and intimidating presence. The metal of your cheeks grew warm, embarrassed.

"I do not have time to wait today. Undress already so that I may connect to your ports." She reached towards the back of her neck. You could hear her slide the port panel up. Her hand came back with a multipronged cord, designed for interfacing. It was an older model, but once you started working for her, she had you retrofitted for use. Her use.

You quickly undid the strap on the back of your dress letting it fall to the floor. You stood there in only a small pair of underpants, your growing erection already painfully visible in them. You tried to cover yourself up, one arm crossing over your small breasts, the other covering the noticeable bulge.

Your boss gripped your shoulder spinning you around, your back to her. One hand slid up the back of your neck, pushing your long hair aside to reveal your open ports. She slipped the first plug in, sound suddenly going deaf in your ears. The second slipped in, your vision going dark as your eyes blacked out. She teased the third one around the port, static crackling off of it against your vulnerable slot. You whimpered softly, your hair glowing brighter.

She thrust in the port and immediately you felt your body slip backwards, control of your systems slipping into her hands. You felt yourself push down your underwear, your cock flopping freely in the air.

Suddenly you could see the meeting from yesterday. Instead of standing like you were off in the corner, you were standing up on the table, everyone's eyes on you. You boss looked up from where she sat at the head of the table, hand between her legs, buried beneath her skirt.

Touch yourself.

You could feel your hand wrap around your cock, you looked down at your boss from where you stood. The meeting continued around you as you stood there, pleasuring yourself on the table for everyone to look at. You couldn't feel the sensation, she was removing your pleasure, instead feeding you hers. You could feel her fingers stroking over her folds, lubricant leaking out. The screen of her face showing a pair of bright eyes and a wide smirk.

Both hands.

Your other hand wrapped around, pressing between your metallic ass cheeks, probing at your charging port. She smirked, letting you feel that. You felt your finger circle the port, electricity bouncing off the walls, running around them as you did. She pared the sensation with that of her own two fingers probing into her slit. You could feel the lubricant leak out of her.

It was getting harder to remember where you began and where she ended. That was what she wanted. You remembered being clothed in the meeting, this was all just a construct, here altering your memories, installing new subroutines, new files into your mind. You couldn't argue anymore, letting her reprogram you a bit more each week.

You felt your boss cum, a wave of pleasure fed right into you. Your dick trembled, synthetic fluid leaking from it as you came with her. She didn't let you feel it. Instead taking all of the pleasure for herself.

You stood on the table of the boardroom, cum dripping from your cock as the meeting continued. She removed her fingers and inserted them into your mouth. You couldn't taste her juices, only clean her.

I'm going to reprogram you now.

You felt the first file shoot into your mind, quickly followed by another. You felt the wires in your head start to cross as everything went to static. You could feel the rhythmic thrust of a new file followed by a rush of pleasure as your fingers thrust deeper inside of your charging port, playing with the connector inside. That was all you could feel, was the sensation of your head filling up and an instant rush of pleasure, training you, reprogramming you.

You awoke dressed sitting at the base of your boss's chair, your hair a mess, your lips coated with lubricant. Your thighs were slick and she was saying something to you as she placed the cables back into her storage port. You felt sore, and really full. Your head felt heavy, but really good. You rubbed the back of your neck, your ports were really sensitive and tender. You absentmindedly stroked them listening to her talk to you.

You nodded. All you had to do was wait until you got home and reboot. Everything would make sense then. And in the morning you'd report to maintenance to get your new upgrades installed. After all, good bimbots should like serve their bosses.

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Do you have anymore snippets of jealous Rafe? I ate that last snippet UP girl. I would do awful things for a man like Rafe 🥰

YES! In honor of OBX 4 stuff coming out, let’s have a snippet!!

18+ MDNI | mentions of sex, prostitution.

“Hey—don’t I know you from somewhere?”

Logan was horrified, pure panic seeping into her bones as she stared at the man across from her, one hand clutching at the grocery bag while the other rested against her chest, her heart racing from being startled and trying to get out of the store before Biya realized what she bought.

She last saw the man standing not five feet from her several months ago. One of her first clients, Logan wasn’t sure if she should feel relieved or offended that he didn’t remember her. She was without a full face of makeup, and she supposed in the oversized t-shirt and distressed cut offs, she didn’t look anywhere near as good as she usually did in lingerie and heels.

“Um…” Any eloquence she pretended to have flew out the window as she stared back at him with wide eyes, “I—don’t think so?”

He came closer, tucking the expensive sunglasses into the front of his button down shirt, the crisp white sleeves folded up to his elbows. “You look so familiar,” he eyed her closely, “did I buy you a drink…?”

Logan winced, vaguely remembering how thick the alcohol had been on his breath when he tried to stick his tongue down her throat. But instead she said, “Not that I remember?”

He reached forward to touch her elbow, eyes sweeping her face and Logan took a step back, attention flicking off to the side as a few uniformed officers got out of their squad car, heading into the nearby deli for lunch and Logan tried to roll through all the information she knew about North Carolina’s legal system, when she felt a hand slide along her shoulder, another moving to back the man in front of her up.

“Everything alright here, baby?”

Logan glanced sideways to see Rafe Cameron standing there, his own expensive sunglasses across his face as he stared down at the man who approached her. Rafe towered over them both, and Logan watched the man release her arm, shaking his head back and forth, “Sorry, I thought I recognized her…”

“I don’t know where from,” Rafe shifted and Logan had never been so relieved to have Rafe this close to her, his hand lifting from her as he moved just enough that his shoulder was in front of her now, “we’re on our honeymoon. From the West Coast.”

“I must be mistaken…” The man scrambled as he took another step beck and Rafe nodded in agreement with him, “sorry to have bothered you. Congratulations, by the way. Enjoy your visit…”

It was one of the most awkward moments Logan had ever experienced, and Rafe waited until the man turned the corner until he turned to look at her.

“Honeymoon?” Logan arched an eyebrow, “Really?”

“A thank you would be sufficient.” Rafe slipped his hands into his pockets, “Or do they not teach manners at Kildare High?”

“Oh they teach us something, alright…”

[vodika-vibes]

tipping your chin to make you look into their eyes with a liiiiitle extra smut w/alpha-17 please (can you tell that i go feral for him? 🫠)

The Gambler

Summary: You're a high ranking official from one of the most wealthy corporations in the galaxy, and they have turned their eye on Kamino, sending you there to ensure that they get what they want. And, while there, you get what you want too.

Pairing: Alpha-17 x F!Reader

Word Count: 1969

Warnings: Smut, oral m receiving

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Sorry that this took so long, I promise I didn't forget, I'm just slow sometimes. I hope you're still here, nonny.

“So, this is Kamino?” You prop your feet up on the table, and lean back to look out the window watching the rain streak from the sky. “I admit, aside from the cloning technology, I don’t see much here that’s worth our time.”

There’s a low laugh from the woman sitting across the table from you, “Oh? And here I thought that you could wring credits from a stone.”

“I can. But I'm not seeing any credits to be made here.”

“None? At all.”

“Perhaps if we were allowed access to the clones-”

“The longnecks would never. And even if they did, the Jedi would bar it.”

“Jedi, always ruining everything,” You scoff, as  you tilt your head back to look at the white ceiling, for a moment, numbers slide across your vision, informing you of all of the open projects happening across the galaxy.

Across the table, your partner falls silent and you know that she’s seeing the same thing.

You are both high level employees of Heartwares, an intergalactic company that travels to planets in distress and helps them recover, in exchange for the planet becoming the property of Heartwaves.

It’s all above board.

After all, the company puts a lot of credits into these planets. It’s not a cheap expenditure, fixing the side effects of natural, or man-made, disasters. The planets that Heartwaves acquire are happy to have them there. Happy for the help and happy for the jobs.

Kamino is just the most recent planet to fall under the scrutiny of Heartwaves.

You drop your feet to the floor and stretch your arms over your head, “This is so boring.” You say with a sigh, “Honestly, you’d think that they’d be thrilled to have us here.”

“They are an amphibious people,” Your partner reminds as she pulls a hologame up from her comm, “Perhaps they’re happy with the status of Kamino.”

“Hm…perhaps.” You cross one leg over the other and bounce your foot, “I can’t imagine why.”

“Of course not,” She replies, “We’re both mammalian, after all.”

You stop bouncing your foot, and turn your gaze to her, “It occurs to me,” You muse thoughtfully.

“Yes?”

“We may be speaking with the wrong people.”

She pauses and lifts her cybernetic grey eyes to meet your own, “And so the gambler returns.” She presses a button on her wristband, and the room fills with a low hum, indicating that the jamming device has been activated, “Tell me.”

You lean back, your arms folding over your chest, “It occurs to me that there are more clones than Kaminoans on Kamino.”

She pauses and leans back in her seat, her own arms folding across her chest, “You suggest that we bypass the Kaminoans all together and instead negotiate with the clones.”

“I am.”

“They might say no.”

“Then we have lost nothing more than our time, and since we’re here anyway-”

She taps her lower lip with her knuckles, “Alright.” She finally says, “Go, play your hand. See what interest there is. I’ll stay here and negotiate with the Kaminoans, if they ever show up.”

“Copy that.” And then you stand and meander your way out of the room. 

Surprisingly, or perhaps not so much, there’s no one to stop you from wandering through Tipoca city. And your visitor's pass opens a lot of doors. And the ones it doesn’t…well, what the longnecks don’t know won’t hurt them.

If they don’t want visitors getting into certain rooms, they should make sure that the locks can’t be hacked.

And if you insert your own personal bug into their system, so you’re able to take a peek at all of their data and learn any embarrassing secrets that they might not want you to know about-

Well, that’s a them problem, isn’t it?

You manage to wander for a lot longer than you’d manage to pull off anywhere else in the galaxy, and in fact, you’re only stopped when you find yourself in something that can only be a training room of some kind.

There’s a single man in the room, a clone, clearly, based on his armor. Though he’s so much bigger than any of the other clones that you’ve seen and spoken to. 

Information slides across your vision for a moment, and you focus on it. 

Ah. Alpha class clone. One of the earlier clones. Designed to be bigger and stronger. You blink the information away and focus on the man himself. He’s definitely noticed you, he’s either ignoring you or has decided that you’re not a threat.

And, really, he’s right. You’re hardly a threat.

“You aren’t meant to be in here,” He finally says.

You walk around the edges of the room, and then lean against the wall, your arms folded, “What the Kaminoans don’t know, won’t hurt them.” You reply, “Or me, for that matter.”

“I could tell them.”

You shrug, “You could. But I don’t think you will.”

He turns to face you fully, “Heh. You’re right, I won’t. Alpha-17, this is my training room.”

You flash a sly smile and introduce yourself, “I’m from Heartwaves.” You explain with a tilt of your head.

“Ah yes, the company who is slowly taking over the galaxy.”

“Well, everyone needs to make a living,” You reply with a small smile.

“The Kaminoans are never going to hand Kamino over to you.” Alpha-17 warns his arms folding across his broad chest as he watches you walk over to a weapon rack. 

“Oh, probably not.” You agree easily, “That’s why my partner is waiting to talk to them, and why I’m here.”

He raises a single brow, and you take it as permission to continue.

“You see,” You say slowly as you trail a delicate finger across a training blaster, “It’s occurred to us that there are more clones than Kaminoans on Kamino. And while this planet might be hospitable for the Kaminoans themselves, it can hardly be called the same for you.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, we’re possessions. The Kaminoans own us.”

“Cloning is a tricky grey area.” You allow as your fingers drop to a blunt blade, “However, even a slave is able to ask for help from Heartwaves.” You turn to look at him, a small smile on your lips, “They just have to ask.”

“What’s your game?”

“No game. The company feels that they can make money on Kamino, and I’m starting to agree. And if the Kaminoans aren’t willing to hear us out…well, I’m not above a little underhanded tricks.”

You step away from the weapon rack and walk over to a console that allows Alpha to control the way the room looks, and you trail your fingers over the sharp edges.

“What do you get out of it?”

“Oh, I get paid no matter what you say. I have no horses in this race, so to speak.” You thoughtfully gaze at the console, “You, however, have everything to gain and nothing to lose.”

He scoffs.

“It’s true. Heartwaves doesn’t keep slaves, we’re not Czerka. You and your brothers would be free to choose what you want to do with your lives. Where you want to live. How you want to live.”

“It’ll never happen. The Republic won’t allow it.”

“I’m sure that if we throw enough money at the problem then the problem will go away.”

He releases a quiet laugh, “You’re something of a risk taker, aren’t you?”

Your smile is sharp, “I’m very good at what I do.” You pull your hand away from the console and walk over to him, “What if I can make this a better deal for you and your brothers?”

“How?”

“A cure for the increased aging,” His breath catches in his chest, and you smile, “And surgery to remove the mind-control chips from their brains.” You lightly press a single finger over your lips, “There are so many interesting little secrets in the servers…and now they belong to me.”

“Do you always cheat like this?”

“When I want to,” You grin at him, “I like stacking the deck in my favor.”

Alpha steps closer to you and then his finger is under your chin. He tilts your head up so you’re looking in his eyes. And then his hand drops so it's resting against your throat.

And you should probably be afraid, but you’ve never been afraid of a man in your life, and you’re not going to start now.

“You’re not intimidated at all.” He murmurs, something like awe in his voice.

“I’ve never let a man intimidate me before in my life,” You reply, “And I’m not going to start now.”

“I agree to the terms,” Alpha says as he walks you back to the console and presses several buttons on the screen, allowing the scenery around you to change into something that, almost, looks like a forest. “All of them, and you’ll give us the cure for the rapid aging and get those chips removed.”

You smile at him, and blink once, activating the visual computer located in your eyes and you quickly draft the contract, sending it to your datapad, and sending all of the information to your partner, before closing the interface again. And then you pull your datapad off your hip and hold it out to him, “All I need is a signature.”

He grabs the datapad and scans all of the information on the screen, before he signs the bottom, and hands it back to you.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” You purr as you slide the pad back on your hip.

Alpha hooks his finger around the collar of your shirt, and tugs you so that you’re flush against his chest, “Oh, I agree.” And then his lips are against yours, and you’re eagerly kissing him back.

It’s been far, far too long since you’ve been with another person, and he’s cute. So win-win for you.

He effortlessly lifts you and walks you so that your back is pressed against a tree, and you know it’s not a real tree, but it feels real against your back. 

“I’m going to fuck you, ad’ika.” Alpha purrs as his lips latch to your neck, “But first, I want you on your knees with your pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

You laugh breathlessly, “You have to let me down for that.”

“Was always the plan.” Slowly he lets you slide down his body, and sink to your knees in front of him. You take a moment to pull a tube of bright red lipstick out of your hip pouch, and you apply a fresh layer, pulling an approving groan from Alpha, and then you reach for his codpiece.

His hands get there before yours do, and he swiftly tugs his codpiece off and tosses it to the side.

He does allow you to tug his blacks out of the way to allow his cock, long and hard, to bounce free. He’s a little bit longer than average, and have a very nice girth that you know will feel amazing when he’s pressing into you.

“See something you like, ad’ika?” Alpha asks.

“Just thinking about how amazing this,” You grip his cock firmly and give him a stroke, “is going to feel when it’s inside me.”

“Well, you can’t have that until you do what I saw.” Alpha fists his hand in your hair, and presses the head of his cock against your lips, “Open.”

Obediently, you part your lips and teasingly dart your tongue out to lick the head of his cock.

“You’re just asking for trouble, ad’ika.” Alpha growls as he pushes his cock into your mouth, “I’m going to fuck your face, and then, if you’re good, I’ll give you what you want.”

You hum around him and he groans, “I’m going to enjoy this.”

[painsandconfusion]

Entering and Breaking

(tw: gun, break-in, kidnapping, chain, zip-ties, chains, gore mention, cat scratch) [Drabble Masterpost]

Shoutout to @hidden-dreamland for this idea - I just had to write it <3

Too remote.

The burglar knew that. 

They knew that they shouldn’t be going somewhere quite this remote - people who live out in the middle of nowhere like this tend to do their own hunting. Which means guns.

But.

It’s an old house. Older car. Well unkempt.

And most importantly no cameras.

Since the burglar had been living large, jumping house to house in the town, not only had people started installing their own security systems, but the fucking city started putting up cameras, too.

It just wasn’t safe anymore. They couldn’t afford to go to jail - they just couldn’t. Too much was at risk.

So. That meant driving. That means rural homes. That meant rural homes that weren’t estates that weren’t crawling with security systems. That means places like this. 

Ugh.

The burglar stood in the treeline, watching the owner of the home as they came home - unlucky break, that. Should have gone in while they weren’t there. Of course, the burglar didn’t know they weren’t there at that time. 

They watched as the owner moved around a warm-lit kitchen, singing along to music that barely tickled at the air through the windows. Watched as they cooked. Watched them fold laundry and throw a penpoint laser around the room, kitten chasing it. 

Strange thing, that kitten.

The burglar could swear it saw them when it sat in the windowsill, wide yellow eyes dilated out into the night. All-knowing, overly saturated whole moons that someone shoved and pushed into the little thing’s skull until it was able to see some desperate little creature sitting in the treetops of a darkened timber, shrouded in leaves with a deflated duffle bag strapped to their back.

Unsettling, that kitten. 

Stripes that blended into the blinds until the burglar wasn’t even sure if the cat was there at all. Maybe they were just staring too long into windows.

Regardless, the lights were out for hours before the burglar finally worked up the courage to shimmy down their little pine tree, sap screaming across the front of their black hoodie and catching at their long hair, before their feet hit the ground, greeted by damp, muggy leaves. 

They moved to the house as swiftly and simply as they could, sliding a thin, metal ruler into the gap between the window and sill, persuading the latch to oonch a little more little more littttttle more to the right with tiny nudges and taps until it finally popped free. 

Carefully, they pressed the window up, careful to touch only the pane, not the glass. It creaked and shuddered as wood ground against wood, but they kept the ascent as smooth as possible.

In a moment, they were able to curl upward, heaving themself over the edge and setting one soft foot onto the hardwood of the living room.

Their eyes skittered around the room, immediately searching for any sign of threat or notice. A flick shocked through their silent body as eyes flashed in the darkness - kitten perched on the piano with those haunting yellow eyes shining at them. Just watching. Uncaring and all knowing. 

The burglar swallowed, snugging the window back down to avoid outdoor noises that might alert their victim of their presence.

Carefully and silently, the burglar began to shift through the house. Checking. Stashing. Silver spoons, identified by the tarnish. A slightly outdated but still valuable console. An ipad that they tucked under their arm - not wanting it broken by the other contents of the bag. They needed to wipe it before they left anyway in case there was a tracking option on it. 

They moved carefully, plucking up small electronics and…..stepping around the damn kitten that insisted on weaving between their legs as they moved. “Shoo- shoo, I need to nodontgothere-” the burglar groaned as the kitten started climbing up their leg. 

They stumbled as a tiny claw dug into their leg, hissing at the pain as they clattered to the ground. Evidently their main priority was cradling the ipad like a baby- keeping it perfectly safe while the burglar landed on a bag full of sharp, cold, and hard. They managed to keep their yell to a minimum as corners and edges bruised into their back and side, pinching the kitten by the scruff and setting them aside. 

Floorboards creaked above them, the owner of the house shifting out of bed. 

“Fuck-” that was a lot of noise- shiiiiiiiit- they pushed up to standing and slipped into the closest closet they could find, pushing the kitten out after them as the staircase groaned and shuddered under the oncoming footsteps of doom. 

The burglar’s breath slammed so hard against their ribs as they stood behind the door they didn’t dare close completely - it would make too much noise to latch, focusing instead on the -fucking KITTEN TRYING TO CLAW IN AFTER THEM - SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHI- 

Without thinking much, they found a random, jingly cat toy at their feet and flicked it through the crack between door and pane, holding painful breath in tight lungs as the sound echoed through the moonlit house.

The kitten followed, skittering and pouncing on the fuzzy thing.

The burglar heard a sigh - footsteps wandering up to the kitten. They could barely see a hand reaching into frame, scritching behind the kitten’s ears. The little terror, in turn, rolled over, grabbing and biting playfully at the hand in a viciously harmless attack. 

“Precious thing, you need to learn to be quiet at night..” the voice was soft. Groggy from sleep. Clearly a little relieved it was ‘just a kitten’ they heard. 

The burglar took a small step back, away from the crack in the door lest the owner glance up and see the streak of light glinting off a wide brown eye through the crack.

Panic snapped through them and their breath caught as their heel dropped into nothing. In a flash, all the burglar could see was them tumbling - stumbling and flailing through the darkness into a cool, cavernous pit of nothing - bones crunching against stone as they hit the bottom. 

But they didn’t fall.

Their hand slipped to the side, gripping a wooden rail their instincts must have deemed there. 

They turned, eyes wide in the darkness now illuminated by that strip of light. 

….not a closet.

Basement stairs. A landing.

The burglar took a deep, shuddering breath.

They were too loud. Breathing too loud. They could swear the owner of the house could hear their heartbeat slamming- echoing off the walls.

They had to get further away.

So..down the stairs they went.

Carefully - so carefully - they stood on the crosses of wood, walking only where they could see nails.

The wood was new. Unfinished. Barely sanded. Handmade.

But strong. Strong and sturdy.

It, blessedly, didn’t creak under their weight as they slowly descended into the darkness. 

Foot tapping blindly out at the air on each step, they clutched the duffle bag and ipad close, terrified of dropping either of them and making a clatter. Terrified of hitting the ground before they realized it was there. Terrified of…everything, really.

Their breaths came a little more freely the further they got from the door, quiet, wet pants all but echoing off stone walls. Close. Telling them at least that the space was small. Fairly bare. Mostly for storage, then.

….maybe there would be things there? Family heirlooms or even a safe? People keep shit like that in basements, right?

They could bide their time here while they waited for the owner to fall back asleep - which meant waiting a couple more hours to make sure they were dead enough up there that they could sneak back out the window without the hell kitten waking them up again.

Then they’d get out and it would be fine and no one could call the police and everything would be fine. 

Breath choked against their throat as their foot hit a little too hard against concrete - the bottom of the stairs now.

The little colden slit of light didn’t extend nearly far enough. Eyes still adjusting, the burglar reached blindly out in front of them, hand moving through cool, musty air. Touching nothing as they blindly shuffled forward with eyes plastered open - wide with the desperation to see.

They didn’t dare turn on a light - maybe they would if it were one on a dimmer - just to get a little glo- OH-!

They stopped, turning around the ipad in their hands. They pulled the cover around to block the flashlight, at least mostly, then opened it, swiping and flicking on the flashlight option.

A spit of light swarmed out from the area in a small arch, and the burglar clamped their hand down over it.

They just needed a glow. Just enough to know they weren’t going to hit someth-

Their heart stopped dead and painful at the sound of footsteps groaning against the floorboards above their head.

They were breathing so hard it came in a round, muffled panting breaths coming so sporadically and echoing that it almost sounded like there were two of them here. 

Eyes wide and plastered to the ceiling, they kept their breath dead still and the light clutched and covered against their chest as they blindly tracked the steps across the room. Through the kitchen. Up the stairs again. A soft cooing and chittering as they did.

They were bringing the damn cat with them.

Good.

The burglar took a deep breath, peeling back the cover of the ipad again and squinting against the fresh wash of white light as it turned around the room.

Shelves. Desk. Oddly…clean - no storage? Closet an-

The burglar’s breath clattered to a stop as the ipad slipped from their fingers at the flash of eyes staring back at them - haunted face outlined only briefly until the light fell and flickered away. 

They stumbled back against the floor, fear and panic tangling up their stomach and squeezing at their lungs in an icy, branching fire. They choked on it, breaths harsh and desperate. New threat located.

Their fingers scrabbled for the ipad again, hand raking across the broken screen to force the light back on again. Hitting the side of it with the heel of their hand as they shoved themself back - dufflebag forgotten on the ground in the middle of the room - until their back hit the wall.

When the light finally did turn back on, it was flickering - sporadic. They shoved the light at the face they saw, begging the universe to let it just be a trick of the light. A strange marking in the store or an old coat hanging strangely on a chair like the ‘monster in their closet’ when they were a kid. That they’d see the creature’s face and it wouldn’t be real at all. Please please please-

But that didn’t happen.

They saw bloodied, dirty hands and elbows, forearms crossed up over a face they couldn’t see anymore. 

Torn clothes..

On the wrists…zipties..

The burglar’s breaths were coming so fast now they were starting to get dizzy. Then softly sob - no - no that wasn’t them - no, that was the creature. The person. The person who was chained up in a fucking basement.

The burglar took several deep, shuddering breaths, keeping the ipad pointed at them.

A small, hoarse voice cracked across the room, not even amounting to a whisper. “pl-ease-”

The burglar stared, beam of light trembling over the wall - shaking like a projector with far too aggressive a fan rattling the image during a grade school movie day. 

The burglar couldn’t think of a response. Couldn’t think of..anything. But they did point the light away.

They set the ipad down on the ground, light pointed up so it scattered a gray haze over the entire room. 

Tear-sparked eyes peeked out from behind shaking hands as they light moved away from the poor creature. 

They were small. Frail. Littered in bruises. Tear-tracks slid down their cheeks, cutting through the dirt, blood, and grime.

“Wh-hho a-re you-??” they dared to ask..

The burglar..didn’t know how to answer that either. “I…n..I’m not anyone- I j….wh-ats going on??”

The little human scrubbed at their eyes. “Y-oure not with him?”

The burglar shook their head in small twitches. “No- just…I….I was..no I don’t know him.”

They seemed to breathe a little easier now - eyes flicking swiftly up to the ceiling - then descending to the burglar again. “C-ccan y-ou get me o-ut-?”

The burglar swallowed down the knot in their throat. It caught on dryness and fear, but they forced it down anyway. 

“Yeah- y-yeah I can …do that-” they glanced around the room, whisper growing in pitch as they moved up to a crouch, looking around for..a key..? “..how?”

The human stood carefully, chain around their ankle chafing and rattling slightly - it echoed through the room. “Th-eres bolt cutters i-n the cabinet-??”

The burglar did not want to think about what the fuck this sicko needed bolt cutters in their torture basement.

Their mind filled in the answer to that question anyway.

Bile rose to the back of their throat, but they nodded, standing and tugging it open. They felt around in the darkness for the thick, heavy metal, and dragged it out with a grumbling scrape and a small clatter. They winced at the sound, but heaved it up against them - fuck it was heavy-

They carried it across the room to the captive, anyway. 

“..wrists first-?”

The captive nodded desperately, holding out their wrists. 

The burglar took a moment of heaving to get the teeth of the bolt cutters properly in place where they wouldn’t bite through skin, but snapped them together fairly easily. 

The captive shuddered a soft sob, relief dripping from their eyes as they rubbed at their wrists. 

The burglar didn’t wait for further instruction, they needed to move.

They knelt down to the captive’s feet, slotting one link of the chain between the thick metal teeth, then braced one handle against their thigh as their hands pulled back.

It bruised and dug into the flesh of their leg, but they didn’t stop.

The metal didn’t relent, but they didn’t stop.

Teeth grit, fueled by fear and desperation, the burglar pulled harder and harder, feeling the bruise work against the bone and listening to their back crackle at the strain. 

They shifted, readjusting - maybe just one half of the link?? It was dented- that was a good sign - but not nearly enough. 

They had to break it.

The captive rested both hands on the burglar’s shoulders, steadying both of them as the burglar groaned under the effort. They flinched hard as a hand pressed over their mouth, indicating quiet. They were making too much noise. 

They were so stupid.

Silencing their voice with a small nod, the burglar moved back to the agonizing pull, jerking the handle to and fro, desperately trying to force the iron link to submit to iron teeth, crumbling to the ground.

They almost cursed as a little body brushed soft against their leg. “Not the time-” they scooted the kitten away from their leg with their foot, resuming their posi-

…

..how did you get..h..-

The burglar straightened immediately, terrified eyes turning to the stairs.

The owner sat there, crouched in the shadows.

The softest glint shone off the barrel of the pistol that was lazily pointed at the pair of them. Footsteps moved all but silently down the stairs - heavy all the same. The burglar flinched at every muffled step.

Silence clattered away as the owner’s shoe crunched against the discarded ipad, sending the world dark.

A ‘click’ and the room flickered into blinding, garish, rotting light from the dusty orange of a dangling bulb. 

“Ohhh honey, did you pick the wrong house..”

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To The Edge - 28

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story tags: scifi romance, hijinks in space, rogues learning to trust, violence, blood, guns, death, explicit language, so much kidnapping, explicit sex

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TO THE EDGE - CHAPTER 28.

Stardust woke up in his bed, under the glow of space, watching stars slide by the large window. The ship had a low hum of systems, of movement, of air, and the body pressed against theirs spread warmth into their body. His breath rolled against the back of their neck, his arm flexing around their middle as he too woke.

This was perfect, they thought. This moment. They wished they could pause everything else and stretch this out forever.

He took a deep breath and let it out, giving them another squeeze before stretching out and rolling onto his back beside them.

Stardust reached up with one arm to tap fingers against the window. “So, I can’t help but notice the differences in our accommodations on this ship…” they remarked. “I’ve got a cot and no window while you…”

He snorted. “Of course, my room has a window and a real bed.”

They turned their head away from the view to shoot him a raised eyebrow.

Cosmic grinned. “Your room is a cargo hold when I’m not transporting…well, human cargo.” He laughed. “I guess it’s still a cargo hold. That’s why all the meal bars and protein shakes are in there. Did you think I put them there just for you? That room belongs to them! You’re the guest.”

Stardust laughed despite their efforts to hold it back. “You’re such an asshole…”

He shrugged, sitting up. “Hm…” He tapped their naked hip. “Roll over again? I want to get another look at that map.”

They didn’t move just yet. “How do I know you’re not up to something?”

He laughed again, the sound deep in his morning voice. “Why would I be tricking you? You’re already in my bed. I’ve already seen everything…”

Stardust pretended to think it over before shrugging and rolling onto their stomach, folding their arms under their cheek and watching him over their shoulder.

Cosmic rolled onto his knees and leaned over them. His warm hand slid up their back, so careful against those hidden scars. He nodded at whatever he saw there in the ink. “Hm… Yeah, the map has moved a little more. It’s getting closer to the destination. I wonder what it’ll look like when we get there. It’s moving ink, so why not give us little fireworks or something when we reach the treasure?”

They frowned back at him. “It’s not—”

“Knock it off, you know it’s treasure.” He leaned forward and kissed their shoulder. “Even if there isn’t an X and we don’t have to dig it up, it doesn’t make it not treasure. I don’t know why you refuse to call it what it is. Loot. Bounty. Booty.” He grinned against their skin, his face so close to theirs.

“Any chance it’ll go away when we get there?”

He stopped kissing their shoulder, lashes lifting to meet their gaze. “You mean, will it disappear after we find it?” They knew the answer by the way he worked the question for time. “I don’t think so, Stardust… I’ve never known any moving ink to vanish on its own. If it bothers you, we could try to find someone to get rid of it. Once the treasure is already found, you won’t have to worry about someone trying to use it to get there.”

They sighed. “A map is a map. Would you believe someone if they said there was nothing there anymore?”

Cosmic sat upright, frowning. “…No, you’re right. They wouldn’t necessarily believe us that we’d already found it.”

Stardust sighed and closed their eyes, once again in life trying to make peace with the piece on their skin.

“It’s not a bad tattoo,” he said, as though he knew. “It’s beautiful work.”

“Is it?” they asked, eyes still shut and body relaxing. Was it really beautiful? They’d only ever seen it as something unwanted—something dangerous.

“Stardust…” he called softly, his voice low and shaped by a smile. “Are you falling asleep?”

They hummed in reply before realizing they might need to use words. “Can I stay?” they mumbled.

“Yeah. You can sleep here if you want. I mean…tonight. Not like, every night. Don’t try to steal my room,” he said, settling back down at their side. His fingers touched the back of their head, combing through their hair in slow motions.

The ship hummed, his heart beat, and they both just breathed.

“You know this doesn’t change anything, right?” Cosmic whispered, no more smile cutting his words. He was using that serious voice of his—not the fun angry one, but the sad one.

“You’re still telling yourself that?” Stardust smiled against their arm, his hand still stroking their hair and his legs tangled with theirs. “So, we’re just partners then?”

“No. And we were not partners before we slept together. We’re not partners.”

They wondered if he believed it more or less every time he had to say it to himself.

“We’re just… working together for the time being.”

“You like me.”

“No, I don’t.”

“You’re obsessed with me.”

“Nope.” There was the smile again, they could hear it pressed tightly into the corner of his mouth. “I meant what I said.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did.”

“You say a bunch of dumb things. You don’t mean it.”

“I—” he started and then groaned, his hand going still in their hair. “Stop it! How do you turn everything into a petty argument?”

They cracked a lid to sneak a peek at him when they said, “No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you—” he cut himself off and shot them a glare. “You’re evil.”

Stardust shrugged, watching his gaze drift over them.

His mouth twitched. “And how do you still have paint in your hair? I thought we got it all out…”

“We got distracted a few times,” they reminded. “How did you end up being a mercenary?”

His gaze found theirs in a flash of surprise. “Hm? Why do you want to know that?”

“I’m sleepy. Humor me?”

He beamed, using one arm to prop up his head. “Are you trying to say that my life story is sure to be so boring that it’ll knock you out?”

They shrugged. “Were your parents mercenaries?”

His smile softened, not completely vanishing but losing the vivid details. “No. They weren’t. The only time my parents were ever on a spaceship was when they were being shipped out to the edge to colonize a new mining settlement. They used to say that I was born looking up…” he said softly, his gaze flicking past them to the window for a second before coming back. “I think they just said that because they’d realized I’d have to go eventually. So, they told me I’d always wanted to be an adventurer and eventually I believed it.”

Stardust wasn’t falling asleep anymore. They watched him, barely breathing, to get those details. A mining planet. They struggled to imagine Cosmic as a boy in a colony.

“The mines dried up sooner than the corporations expected. They stopped prioritizing the settlement. We’re far out, you know? It was close to the edge and that costs to maintain. When they finally decided it wasn’t worth it, they just stopped coming—stopped paying the mercenaries to guard the colony.” His teeth dragged over his lip before he shrugged, like it had all been inevitable—a story told a hundred times. “Pirates and worse started to set up shop real quick after that. It’s still there, the last planetary settlement before the deep.”

“So, your family had to leave?”

“Hm?” he seemed surprised by the idea, his thoughts having to return to the question. “Oh, no, it was just me by then. I got on the first ship that would take me. Scariest ride of my life. That ship was a wreck, barely holding together, and we were packed standing inside it for hours. I can still remember the way it creaked and shook, like it was going to come apart and we’d all just be flushed out into space.” He smiled, his words whispered like he was telling them a bedtime story.

“We made it to the nearest station. The captain we’d all paid, tried to double-cross us by selling us to a skin ship. I was lucky that some of the others were armed and would rather go down shooting then get on that other vessel. It turned into a firefight right there in the station and we scattered. I stowed away on a big cargo ship and got out of there.”

They wanted to ask about his family—about how he was the only one to get off the planet—but they pressed those questions aside. Another time, maybe. “The cargo ship didn’t catch on that you were there?”

The stars outside the window flickered in his eyes. “Oh, I definitely got caught, but by then we were away from the station and those cargo ships can’t waste time turning back. I guess they could have jettisoned my ass but the captain felt bad for me. I was barely more than a kid. He said he was short-handed so I could work for my food and board.”

They nodded, wondering how old he had been but asking, “Where were you going?”

“I was trying to get to the prime.” He huffed a small laugh. “I’m probably lucky I never made it. What would I have done there? They probably would have put my ass back on a ship running cargo out here.”

He was right, only they would have managed to tack on a ton of debt while they set him up and sent him out again. They smiled up at him. “Well, lucky for me you didn’t become a cargo runner.”

“…Yeah.” He smiled. “You’re right. If I’d gotten myself one of those legit long-haul jobs, who would have been out here to save you from those pirates?”

“I mean, I would have managed eventually. I might have even thrown in with a crew of mercs. You know, I was really close to talking me way out of that trunk you found me in…”

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“They had more guns… and a faster ship…”

He laughed, ruffling their hair. “Shut up and fall asleep already.”