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Lost In Space S3 - Judy moving toward Don
#lost in space#robinwest#don west#judy robinson#don x judy#just a genius doctor and her sexy astronaut mechanic🧡💙#uuuuggghhhh the reunion scene lives rent free in my head- and my heart#LOOK HOW SHE MOVES!!#AND HIS TINY-YET-FULL-BODY-INHALE THAT MAKES HIS SHOULDERS RISE!!?#UUUUUUGHGGHHGH!!!😫❤️❤️❤️
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You know what one of my favorite teeny, tiny (like, super, super-duper small) lil Robinwest things is?
These 2 seconds from S1, when Don and John are getting ready to launch in the thermos:
Don climbs outta that Chariot and immediately looks at Judy, and I—fghfdfsgghjkl!!!🥺
Like. Sir. You are so about this woman. Wrapped yourself right around her finger. Do you even know? Have you realized?
It's such a small thing, but it always gets me right in the heart.
And then he entrusts Debbie to her!!😭😭😭💙🧡
#lost in space#robinwest#don west#judy robinson#don x judy#just a genius doctor and her sexy astronaut mechanic💙🧡#forever otp#this editing decision along with all the other BLATANT Robinwest stuff in S1 is why I'll always believe they were supposed to be endgame#but then the showrunners decided to be FUCKING COWARDS!!😤#anyway. Don and Judy are completely in love and living their best lives together on Alpha Centauri 😌
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...I just designed and ordered these like some kind of weirdo!🥂
I guess... What is Christmas/New Year/Birthday money for, if not to waste on self-indulgent purchases? ...And, is it wasting if I'm going to wear them? 😅
Subtle enough for everyday use, but I'll know.🧡💙
Robinson West Custom Chucks
#lost in space#robinwest#don x judy#don west#judy robinson#just a genius doctor and her sexy astronaut mechanic💙🧡#when you have more money than sense for once😂#only complaint is that Robinwest was 1 letter to long to fit on the heel stripe. so I did full last names instead.
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ���
Oh! Thanks for this!❣️
I'm still just a little newbie writer and don't have a lot of completed stuff to share, but here goes:
Finders, Keepers
I'll Be Yours In A Landslide
Five Senses Of Knowing
Brighter With You
Cherry Lime (WIP...😩)
Of course, these are all Robinwest. That's all I write. 🧡💙
#writing#fic recs#lost in space#robinwest#don x judy#just a genius doctor and her sexy astronaut mechanic💙🧡#judy robinson#don west#fuck. i started Cherry Lime so long ago...#woke up one day and hated it so i banished it to WIP hell#opened it up again recently and. i fucking LOVE 60% of it!!?#but the other 40% feels like hot garbage to read and i dread the work it'll take to fix it😭😭😭#might as well double jinx it by mentioning it on Tumblr again though💀#pamelo:my art
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"Always."
SUMMARY: Don and Judy have a New Year's Eve tradition.
Just a little New Year's fic of my faves💙🧡
(Read on AO3)
WC: 250
Their first kiss had been at the stroke of midnight on a New Year’s eve, and each year since, they’ve made a point to repeat it.
A kiss at midnight. A promise of “Always.”
Their second New Year’s found them moving in together.
And for their third, they exchanged rings.
But with everything that changed, the kiss and the promise remained constant.
For their fourth year, circumstances had cut it close.
He’d made it home with only minutes to spare, and desperate to hold one another after weeks apart, the kiss had become more than a kiss. A tangle of limbs and loving caresses and sweet nothings whispered between breaths.
And going into their fifth year, things continue to change.
He’s finally home for good, and they discuss moving to a bigger house because a mobile now dances a slow ballet above a crib in the corner of their bedroom.
Some things remain the same, though.
Her comm sounds the countdown from the nightstand, and she leans across the pillows to reach him.
He pushes himself onto his elbow to meet her, careful of the tiny human that sleeps between them. Their beautiful little girl. Only three months old, but a glimpse into a future they can’t wait to share.
She gently cups his cheek, and he slips his fingers into her hair, pulling her in.
Their lips meet as the clock strikes midnight, and for the fifth year, they repeat the promise of their first.
“I love you.”
“Always.”
#lost in space#robinwest#don x judy#don west#judy robinson#fanfiction#ao3#just a genius doctor and her sexy astronaut mechanic💙🧡#pamelo:my art
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Lost in Space (TV 2018) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Judy Robinson/Don West Characters: Don West, Judy Robinson, John Robinson, Penny Robinson, Will Robinson, Maureen Robinson, Grant Kelly, Robot (Lost in Space) Additional Tags: Family Feels, Found Family, The whole family is here!, But the focus is Don and Judy because of course :), robinwest, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Crafts, Post-Canon, shrug What are timelines?, it's a bit chaotic in here Summary:
A peak into moments of the Robinson household's first Christmas on Alpha Centauri.
#lost in space#don x judy#robinwest#don west#judy robinson#fanfiction#ao3#just a genius doctor and her sexy astronaut mechanic💙🧡#pamelo:my art
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Y'all.
That Feel when a fic finally starts coming together the way you wanted...?
I've got it right now, and I'd like to feel it more often.
'Cause, damn.
It feels good.
Inject it right into my veins.
#fanfiction#writing#lost in space#don x judy#robinwest#don west#judy robinson#fr tho. i'm 3800 words in and i actually DON'T hate it!!?#i call that a win!🤣#just a genius doctor and her sexy astronaut mechanic💙🧡
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big same. hard agree🥺🧡💙
I think about these 2 stoopid mother fuckers like 12 times a day They couldn't have given us A single kiss!?!?!
#robinwest#lost in space#just a genius doctor and her sexy astronaut mechanic 🧡💙#i love them so much😭
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Listen.
I've never been a writer, but I love Robinwest enough to try and become one. (And write a lot of pining...)
So, here's a fic if you wanna read it.
Summary:
"She may not be his, but Don West will never belong to anyone but Judy Robinson for the rest of his life. She's too deeply rooted in everything he is now. The very foundation of the man he has become."
Don can't sleep and neither will his thoughts.
#lost in space#don west#judy robinson#robinwest#don x judy#judy x don#just a genius doctor and her sexy astronaut mechanic💙🧡#pamelo:my art
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I wrote another thing! Just a smol bean this time.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Lost in Space (TV 2018)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Judy Robinson/Don West, Judy Robinson & Don West
Characters: Judy Robinson, Don West
Additional Tags: Double Drabble, it's just a little guy, idk i had 4am insomnia brain :'), let's get sensory, Crushes, realized feelings
Summary:
Judy thinks on the ways she knows Don.
And the ways she doesn't.
#lost in space#don x judy#don west#judy robinson#robinwest#judy x don#just a genius doctor and her sexy astronaut mechanic💙🧡#pamelo:my art
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Thank you for making this!! I was thinking about this exact thing at work today!!!🤣❤
And of course.
#lost in space#robinwest#don west#judy robinson#barbie#lmao!!!#just a genius doctor and her sexy astronaut mechanic💙🧡
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Hehehe, still love it!🤭
Hadn't reread this one for a bit; forgot what a brat Judy was! 🤣
Centauri Flu
A Lost In Space fic that never got posted, published one year ago today! 😄
Lost in Space Judy is sick, Don takes care of her. (pining, angst, hurt/comfort) WC: 3,205 ao3
"I’m fine, leave me alone. I have a practical in two hours….I’ve been studying all week." The room swooped around Judy, Judy swooping in return, Don lunged catching her. “Uhh-huh. And that there was just you dancing, right?” She glared, snapping out, “Don’t be stupid, I don’t dance, I didn’t even go to Prom.” Don kept his steadying hold firm, laughing, “Trust me, I know, you told me. That’s still something we need to correct by the way,” and then slightly more serious, "but right now, you need a bed, or a couch, or a comfy chair and maybe some tea. Definitely soup and rest.” His hand was tucked snugly into her waist, arm wrapping around her back as he guided her shuffling feet through the kitchen. She pushed at him weakly, twisting and turning as much as she could without making the room spin, when a coughing fit attacked, her lungs unable to inhale fully and choking on the exhale, forcing Judy to double over, briefly glad of his support. “I’m fine” she groaned more to convince herself than anything once she caught her breath. “Jude, you’re clearly sick. Or unwell. I don’t know, I’m not the doctor here. But I do know you, and this ain’t you, Sweetheart.”
She gritted her teeth at the term of endearment. All of his nicknames irritated her, his overbearing nature bothered her. They weren’t dating and they weren’t together. They weren’t with anyone else either though. He was waiting. Waiting for her to finish med school. Didn’t want to "be a distraction” he’d said. Sometimes she got the feeling he was just scared. She tried to explain that med school could take years…that it was offensive to suggest she’d let feelings interfere with her career. That they should try it out, see how things went now. He wouldn’t give in though, so they weren’t together, but their relationship felt an awful lot like a Relationship.
“Don’t you have work? Shouldn’t you be somewhere?” she swatted at his hands trying again to pull out of his grasp as she righted herself. Her head throbbed and every joint felt like it’d been hit with a brick. She pushed through the pain, tears pushing through her eyes, trying to get him to comply, to leave her alone. “And anyway, if I were sick, the hospital would be the perfect place for me.”
Don wasn’t going for it. He couldn’t leave her like this, wouldn’t leave her. “Day off." he beamed, "You’re right, the hospital is the perfect place for you, sick or otherwise. And if I thought you could be trusted to actually seek help for whatever is currently afflicting you, you would have my full support in going there. But as you made very clear just a few minutes ago, you’d only be going for school, and we both know you’d be disappointed with your performance in this state.” He was sitting her down on the couch, hand moving to her forehead. She was burning up. Heat radiated from all around her.
He was right, she knew, and it made her mad that he was right. She tilted her head away, she didn’t need him caring for her. She was the doting one, she was the older sibling, the one that took care of people, she didn’t need him doing that. “Stop. If I don’t go, they’ll fail me. I need valid paperwork.” She felt like a furnace had been lit inside her, the room sweltering. "It’s so hot. Don. Is the ambient temperature monitor not working?” She fanned at her face and peeled off her top collapsing against the back of the cool chair.
Under normal circumstances he’d probably take a second to appreciate the view that was Judy’s firm body in nothing but a bralette and scrubs, but as it was all he could do was become increasingly more concerned for her. "Doc, it’s working just fine, that’s your fever.” His mouth was a hard line of determined worry. “You need a sweater, I’m taking you to the hospital. And I’m staying. And then I’m making sure that paperwork gets forwarded to your professor or whatever you call them and I’m bringing you right back here as soon as they clear you to come home. I’m making you soup and I’m tucking you in and Jesus Christ if you ever tell anyone about this I swear to God Judy-”
Judy’s lips curled despite her frustration and whatever pathogenic warfare was taking place inside her, “I wouldn't think of telling Ava... or Cassidy...or Tony about my nurse, Don West."
He wiggled his eyebrows at her playfully, “ 'Think I’d look sexy in the uniform though.” finishing with a flourishing wink before extending both hands out “Alright, to the hospital it is then.” and snatched her hoodie from the door on their way.
At the hospital a handful of people inevitably recognized her, it was still a small place after all and she was there most days learning, shadowing, practicing, testing…but everyone steered clear once they got within steps of her, not wanting to catch whatever it was Judy had. They’d been camped out in the waiting room for some time before being seen. The fluorescent lights above, and constant beep and swoosh of the doors did little to alleviate her pain and dizziness. Don had taken up residence in the chair next to her. He was wrapped around her protectively, hands never straying too far from some part of Judy, face creased in worry and agitation. She wondered if this is what he looked like when he’d rescued Penny, wrapping her in that blanket, holding her close, comforting her, warming her. Probably not.
“Judy Robinson?!” They were taken in to a small room off the main hall, A doctor she was familiar with did the examination. Don had been permitted in the room only because Judy had ok’d it, but she was starting to regret that decision, becoming deeply embarrassed at his ridiculous involvement. He was answering and asking questions and describing and reminding her of actions and symptoms from earlier, being too forward and familiar for her liking in this setting where nearly everyone knew her.
The doctor, not having a definitive answer for her illness, but having seen the same symptoms making their rounds and knowing what meds were working to help mitigate symptoms, gave her a shot of steroids and a round of pain killers, along with strict orders to “take it easy” and “ingest lots of fluids” finishing with “it should be over in 24-48 hours.” Don prompted the doctor to fill out paperwork excusing Judy from the day’s practical and made sure it got where it was supposed to go. Judy’s frustration grew at what she took as being infantilized, what the fuck was his problem? She wasn’t a helpless child. Is that how he saw her? Is that why he wouldn’t... The doctor though, amused at his attentiveness, asked the obvious question, “This your boyfriend, Robinson?” Judy rolled her eyes with an accompanying huff of “Hardly”. It stung. He knew he had no right for it to, but it did. The question stung her, he had no right to act this way when he wouldn’t act on it. “Well, hardly boyfriend, I’m sure I don’t need to tell you, but make sure she gets home ok and follows orders, we’ll send over a round of antibiotics in about an hour.” Don elbow bumped the woman in leu of a handshake and said he would before walking out just behind Judy, spotting her.
The day so far had taken a lot out of her, physically, emotionally, she was drained. By the time they got back to the house, wether due to pain meds, exhaustion, illness, or some combination of all three, she could barely muster the strength to unbuckle her seatbelt let alone walk the 40 or so feet to the door. Angry and unwilling to admit needing help though, she pushed on trying anyway, scoffing at his “Wait I’ll help." Don had just enough time to run to the opposite side of the chariot before she face planted yelling “Damn it, Judy, wait!” catching her mid-descent. He grunted against the awkward position of her full weight before scooping her up. "You’re a terrible listener. You’re a student?” He teased carrying her to the house. Her eyes were closed to stop the spinning but she could feel his breath on her neck and his heart beat against her shoulder. "You’re not my teacher.” she responded in slow shallow breaths. Being so close, taking in the smell of him, the feel of him, she wasn’t so mad anymore. “Doesn’t mean I won’t teach you a thing or two...” Her mouth quirked, voice at the edge of sleep as he shifted her in his arms unlocking and opening the front door, "Don’t threaten me with a good time, West.” She let her head fall, nuzzling into his collar slipping into slumber for the next few steps waking only at the light shake he gave and “Jude, bed or couch?” His voice was low and soft, it lulled her despite pulling her out of the vortex sucking her in. “Take me to bed…” and though she’d meant it in the most base way, a simple answer to his question, she enjoyed the feeling of his heart speeding up it’s thub-dub against her shoulder.
He carried her through the house, easing her down as gently as he could onto the covers of her bed. Don stood watching her, taking in every detail. Her skin was coated in a thin sheen of sweat, lips slightly trembling, and color too pale. She was still feverish, but at least she had been seen by medical professionals and they seemed to think people were living through this just fine. He sucked his top lip in, chewing it, thinking through what he should do next; let her rest? Make food? Try to move her again to cover her with a blanket? She let out a small groan as her eyes fluttered open a crack to find him. “Take a picture, it'll….” she drifted off just as quickly, remark left unfinished. It drove him crazy seeing her like this, not knowing how to help, knowing there wasn’t much that could be helped. He felt anxious and fidgety and like he wasn't doing enough but knowing there was nothing to be done.
Get it together, West, it’s just a space flu, it’s not like she’s being torn apart by alien robots.
She shivered again and he moved to sit on the edge of her bed, mattress dipping and legs rolling against him as he leaned over to bring the free edge of her blanket from the other side across her. He pushed a stray lock of coils off her forehead before making to get up.
He shouldn’t be here, watching her, so close. He was letting things get mixed up. He didn’t mean to do it, it’s just he cared for her... She worked hard, and he didn’t want to fuck it all up for her. He’d never been a fuck up before, he wasn’t going to be one now. No. He needed to leave before he did something stupid.
She could feel the heat seeping out of her every pore, but inside she was sub-zero, so cold, so different from earlier. She felt him next to her, her thighs against his back, and she wished he’d lay down with her, give her the full length of him to roll into, to sponge delicious heat from. She felt him lean over her and she could feel him tuck her in, just like he’d said he would. In her mind she smiled, but she knew her face hadn’t moved a muscle.
Easing up off the bed, she could feel the mattress gently lift under her, legs raising and lids following suit once more. “Abandoning me, West?” A rueful smile cracked his lips at being caught “I was going to heat up some soup, Princess. But thanks for calling my character into question.” The puff of air from her nose was meant to be a laugh, and her brow furrowed, “Stay.” Judy slid her hand out patting the bed. He dropped his head to the side, resigned and slipped off his boots walking to the other side of her bed, propping himself up against the headboard leaving space between him, the blanket, and her. With effort she turned, crying out a painful moan and erasing the space he’d carefully crafted. She curled against him, head nestling into warm lap, inhaling him. The unique blend of eucalyptus and dirt and oil and spice soothing her into quiet darkness.It wasn’t what she wanted, but it would do for now.
For a while he fought the urge, simply studying her sleeping figure, the soft flair of her nose, the twitch of her brow, the gentle murmur of lips. She wasn’t resting peacefully, that much he could tell, and so eventually his hand drifted from it’s place on the pillow next to her, brushing across her forehead, thumb swiping over soft damp skin in slow even arches. He could feel the difference from earlier, her fever was breaking, not as hot to the touch. Her face calmed and her breathing evened under the caress, molding her face further into the heat of him, lips washing breath down his leg.
For a long while he continued, movement trance-like combined with the steady rise and fall of her blanket, rise: left, right, fall: up, off, rise: left, right, fall: up, off, until he was sure she was out. Further medication was dropped off by delivery, but he hadn’t felt like he could leave her until now. Gradually he stopped, and gently he scooted out from under her and off the bed careful not to disturb sleeping Judy. He took pains to step as quietly as he could exiting to get water and retrieve the antibiotics from the porch.
While up, Don shuffled through the Robinson pantry looking for soup. He moved pre-made chili, and peaches John had canned the summer before, freeze-dried ramen packets, and mac and cheese cups, identifying one lone can of chicken soup way in the back.
Sorry, Deb, but Sister Agnes always said, nothing heals faster than the magical broth of chicken bones.
Don had given up chicken early on after a few awkwardly attempted meals, and as he spent a lot of time with the Robinsons they’d also all but given up the tasty poultry, he took it as a sign that this one was still here.
Finding a tray, he arranged the bowl of steaming golden soup, some crackers, a glass of water, and a cup of tea on it along with a round of medication and walked back to Judy’s room.
“Thought you’d left.” she looked up at him coming in. “You did not.” he argued back, nudging her over and sitting with the tray. The ghost of a smile crossed her face and she leaned up against her pillow, “Yeah, I heard the tea kettle whistling, that or your singing.” “Nice. Nice to see you’re feeling better. I do not sound like that, by the way. Here take these, they dropped um off while you were out.” He picked up the pills and placed them in her upturned palm, fingertips tickling skin as he released them, thumb brushing a trail on her wrist, eyes meeting. The touch, electric.
Don looked away back to the food, something not so soft and dangerous, clearing his throat. "Anyway. We have soup, crackers, tea, and water, what do you want first, Doctor Robinson?" “I want you to kiss me.” It was light, but she was firm, gaze never straying from his face, ready for when it returned, heated and heavy, prepped for assault. He laughed quiet and warm, glancing back up “That’s the meds talking, Doc.” She chewed her lip, considering how to convince him. “But it’s not, and you know it." Don sighed softly, sad at the truth of her statement and the choice he’d made, he drug his gaze away. “Yeah…maybe.” He was the one keeping them apart. This wasn’t a new conversation, they’d talked about it months ago. He wasn’t even sure why he was doing it anymore, if he was being honest. Fear? Some moral obligation? It wasn’t feeling very moral at this point.
Don looked back and her hand was still extended, perfectly frozen in time. “Princess, you need to take those.” His voice was velvet and deep, the way he made it just for her, when it was only them. A sly smile crept across her face, "I forgot how…” “Judy-“ It was a warning, he knew where she was going, he couldn’t meet her there... “Help me?” And he had to laugh at the predictability of it, because it was predicable wasn’t it? She frowned at his laughter, position unchanged.
He moved the tray off his lap and on to the floor, feeling there was only one way the DOCTOR was going to take her medicine. Once again he took the pills in his fingers, “These,” he said low, raising an eyebrow, “go here.” He slipped them into her open mouth, his breath catching at her lips dragging down his thumb, kicking himself for not seeing that coming.
He felt like giving up, not seeing a reason not to any more. Is this what it took? Not the eminent danger of a persistent fleet of singleminded murderous aliens, but microscopic invaders, easily overcome, to force his hand, break him, and shelf the idea that they shouldn’t be together? Her tenderly wanting him; not to save lives, not to be a hero, but to just be? People had always wanted him, needed him, but for what he could do for them, what he could get them, what he could fix. No one ever wanted him, just him. The thought that Judy would...
Staring at him with deep intensity she made no move to swallow, holding the medication on her tongue. “Jude, you need to swallow, they aren’t the dissolvable kind... -Jude” he urged, smiling nervously, unsure of his next move. She continued to stair him down, ear falling to her shoulder in question. The corners of his eyes tightened fractionally, a wordless argument between the two. Eventually, he relented, giving in to more than just the game. Don leaned forward, fingers resting lightly on the column of her throat, lips hovering millimeters from hers. His thumb gently stroked down the side, massaging the muscles, he murmured “Relax and swallow, Princess.” Suddenly that name wasn't bothering her anymore, she swallowed hard at the command, and instantly his lips pressed into hers, hand still stroking against pulse, mouth drawing her in. Her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him down, finally having won. Lip against lip, gentle and slow, undulating, glide, press. Slide, press. she could taste him all around her and he could feel her smile against him. “What?” he whispered between kisses. Judy let her head fall back releasing her grip “Just glad that’s finally settled.”
#robinwest#lost in space#judy robinson#don west#fanfic#ao3#just a genius doctor and her sexy astronaut mechanic💙🧡
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aaaaaaAAAHHHHH!!!!🧡💙🧡💙
— "Did something finally trigger puberty for you?" - LMAO! This is my go-to joke when mine or my partner's voices crack for any reason!🤣 It's so dumb, but always makes us laugh.
— If it's daring he wanted from her, it was daring he'd get. - Yes, girl!😏
— "I don’t think my heart can take you killing me twice in one day.” - PERFECT.🥺
I love this, Snails! Thank you!❤
From the prompt list: “What? No witty remark? Nothing clever to say?”
(Don't feel like it has to be Robinwest just because it's me either!🤣 It can be whatever comes to mind! This is for you and your brain, not me!❤)
“Judyjudyjudyjudy! STOP!” as the last word careened past his teeth, the Chariot careened over the cliff edge.
“fuuuUCK!” It was a quick drop, but Don felt every nanosecond in his stomach rising through his throat. Oversized wheels bounced and hard body slammed against the rocky slope as they tumbled, sending a pale green dust to cloud all around them at the bottom.
“God fucking damn-”
He’d told her not to do it. Not to turn off the override autodrives. But one light barb too many kicked competitive Judy into high gear and now here they were…wherever here was… however far away from one of the colonies they were, at the bottom of a canyon with a useless until retrieved chariot. This was not how he imagined this day going. This was not what he’d had in mind when he’d goaded her into leaving with him...when he was pushing for them to find a spot out of bounds… But ever since meeting them nothing really went the way it should…well except for the saving Penny thing. Thank god that had stayed true.
“What? No witty remark? Nothing clever to say? Come on Don, I know you have something you’re dying to let out, so let me have it. It’s not like you get the chance all that often.” Judy was unbuckling her harness in a rage fueled by embarrassment. He’d been making fun of her for staying on the designated paths, for being safe Judy. She wasn’t sure why, she was just sure that she needed to show him she could be impulsive in a fun way, that she could break rules for frivolity, not just when lives were at stake. Well. She sure showed him. Don West would never let her live this down and worse still, once they got back to civilization she’d have to explain how their Chariot ended up at the bottom of this canyon. Great. “No, Judy I have nothing witty to say, I have nothing to say because WE ALMOST DIED! What the…what the heLL was that?!” he’d spun from her to gesture to the chariot, but his voice cracked on the word hell, shooting up stratospheric octaves.
The sound, combined with the very unfunny situation and stress she was feeling, caused her to burst into a fit of laughter. “What?!” “heLL?” she shrieked between gasps of rolling laughter. Something inside her cracked with the first laugh and now she couldn’t stop. Judy was doubled over, tears streaming down her face. It wasn’t even funny, really, it was just so dumb, she was acting like a love sick teen with a crush and then the object of her affection’s voice cracks like a teen despite his very much adult age. She knew it was likely the stress for him as well, but she collapsed to her knees, diaphragm convulsing as her lungs heaved and stomach cramped from the howling that poured out of her. “heLL” she managed again as her hands planted on the ground. Judy tried to control it, but her arms shook and she ended up rolling to her back, knees and arms pulled up to her chest like a dead bug. “Ohmy- oh my god!” she stuttered out, “Did something finally trigger puberty for you?”
“Nice. Thanks Doc. You know what? Get up” he said leaning over to tug her up by her arms, “Just, let’s- are you done?” but the weight of a rolling riotous Judy proved to be unmanageable, Don, like the chariot, falling down in the process.
Judy startles at Don collapsing on top of her, the sudden action knocking all humor out of the situation, her eyes shooting to his. As they do something crosses her mind, a suggestion. She really shouldn’t…but what does she have to lose at this point? What’s one more humiliation? If it’s daring he wanted from her, it was daring he’d get.
In a flash of movement Judy’s hips thrust and her arms move and lock, sending them tumbling, Judy now atop Don, closer than before. She can practically hear it as realization hits him, the blink, the shift, unsure what came first the tightening of his tangled grip or their enmeshing lips. She arches up swallowing him whole, Don’s hands dragging her back down, it’s rough and fervorous and completely out of place and yet completely right. She’s gulping kisses and gasping for air, his lips sliding from mouth to jaw to neck, the harsh burn of his stubble lighting up nerves across her body, his hands keeping her close as he moves back up, lips becoming softer, their movements slower against her, his mouth finding hers once again, and now it’s Don chuckling though there’s still nothing funny about any of this. He stops, letting his head fall back to the ground below them, a smile Judy’s never seen on his face, the heat of his palm rubbing up and down her heated back.
“That is a lot closer to how I saw today going...Just putting that out there…”
Judy pulls back, laying on his chest, “Huh, suicide-murder pact not on the list? Funny.”
He’s still looking up at her with that strange smile, but she’s not sure she doesn’t like what it means. “With you Robinsons there’s always some risk, and somehow you always drag me into it.”
Don tugs on her elbows, pulling Judy incrementally closer and places a peck to her lips, and then another, and another, soft short kisses melding into one another until he’s kissing her in one long lazy move, stopping only to add “Doc, this better continue long after- and short after we get back to the 24th. I don’t think my heart can take you killing me twice in one day.”
Judy huffs and smiles, kissing him again. They can deal with the colony later. After they've both recuperated.
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