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☆ Stellar Collision ☆

A stellar collision is the coming together of two stars caused by stellar dynamics within a star cluster, or by the orbital decay of a binary star due to stellar mass loss or gravitational radiation, or by other mechanisms not yet well understood.

"One moment, she had been about to punch a CEO. The next, she was stuffed like a sausage against her partner inside of one of the many ritzy coatrooms in this banquet hall."

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  It was a cold autumn night, and a full moon shined over painterly stratus clouds after days of rain and 3PM sunsets. Amidst the hustle and bustle of Linkon City elite night life a sleek, all black car with tinted windows and sparkling rims sped down the I-90. The driver held the wheel steady while his precious passenger did her makeup in the sun visor, applying a matte red lip.

'In 500 feet... you will arrive at your destination.'

She puckered her lips in the reflection, making a kissy face at herself; For a brief moment, the driver considered being reborn as her mirror.

"You have no idea what you're doing to my heart right now." He admitted.

"You act like you've been waiting forever."

"I have."

"It's been 84 years..." She joked in a raspy, meek voice tempered by time.

"いいえ。It's closer to 200 by now."

"Ugh," His lovely partner closer the visor, "I hate when you speak in riddles."

"I prefer poetry."

'You have arrived.' The GPS beeped.

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A tall, ash-blond man in a tailored navy suit checked stepped out of his expensive vehicle. He adjusted his star shaped cufflink while stepping around the front to the passenger side, stopping right as the door popped open to assist by opening it the rest of the way and holding out his hand to his lovely guest. Daintily, her shiny, black, ankle-strap kitten heels clicked onto the pavement, and she placed her soft palm in his grasp. Inching out of the ride with her short black dress, her escort couldn't help but notice how even under the moonlight, her thighs gleamed.

Since the valet also seemed to notice, he made sure to quickly take her midnight colored clutch under his arm before helping wrap navy blue satin around her waist in front of the guy.

Placing his lips right next to her temple, he gave her a sweet, gentle kiss on her temple. Raising his hand to smooth the fly-aways down her long, pearl pink hair.

"Um, Mister and Missー"

"Mr. And Mrs. Seiya Shen." Seiya corrected, politely handing his keys to the valet driver, albeit focused on his task.

He tucked a loc behind her ear and whispered down, "You'll get cold, Honey Bun."

"Aww," His partner smiled at him and him only, "Thank you, Pretty Kitty."

With her arm in his and her clutch tucked, they made their way up the stone staircase littered with couples of various ages. The building looked like a medieval castle with its gray stones and wall curling ivy. Light spilled out of the entrance way, peaking between suits and cocktail dresses, and the closer they got, the closer the couple could smell seafood boiling and meat sizzling aromas wafting into the chilly air.

"Nobody here looks like they know how to cook." Seiya covertly muttered, scanning profiles to easily ID.

"Woah. Have you developed a sixth sense for that kind of thing?" Heaven teased.

"Cooking is one of my best skills."

"Followed only by your impeccable honesty."

"Thank yoー"

"Mr. Shen!" A young man approached them from the crowd gathered at large, dark double doors.

They shared a glance: time to work.

Tonight, they were wealthy, young upstarts in the field of astronomy. Mr. and Mrs. Seiya and Celeste Shen, who had been cordially invited one of the largest in Linkon's biggest banquet hall for a gathering of some of the brightest astrophysicists in the country for their yearly summit. The glimmering chandeliers, overflowing booze, and finger foods promised an unforgettable night discussing the latest scientific papers and discoveries.

"Good evening, Mr. Hence," Seiya shook hands with a burly black man in his fifties.

His scraggly salt and pepper beard didn't hide his jolly visage. The old man seemed genuinely happy to see Seiya.

"Please, don't age me in front of such a beautiful woman," Mr. Hence said jokingly, shaking Celeste's hand, "Mr. Hence is my father."

"It's nice to see you again, Mr. Hence." She replied, giggling.

A few years back, the Hunter Association sent the duo on an espionage assignment to a mansion party they believed was a front for a drug ring, and in all the commotion they'd made a friend in Mr. Hence, a wealthy philanthropist who donated his family inheritance to education and the arts. He was a funny old man who said just about anything after a few shots of Hennessy.

“All men are dogs. Have you considered my marriage proposal yet.”

“You’re a man.” said Seiya, pulling their handshake apart.

“I am an old man, it’s completely different.”

“It’s worse.” Seiya agreed, firmly holding his lady’s hand, “Can you ever say ‘hello’ without courting my wife?”

“I can’t help it son, I never see you courting her.”

“I’ve read that your eyesight worsens as you age.”

Celeste snickered, and then elbowed her partner for making her laugh.

“I’m surprised you didn’t bring a date tonight, Mr. Hence,” she said, “There’s usually a star on your arm.”

“Have you exhausted the cosmos?” Seiya quipped, getting subtly elbowed again.

“Tonight, a few of the scientists that piloted the Rover I will be in attendance. I wanted to see if any of them were as fine as I remembered. You remember I told you I almost got Mae Jemison pregnanー”

“There’s nothing here for us, Darling.” said Seiya, ushering Celeste around the ridiculous old man as if in orbit. Mr. Hence laughed from his belly before rejoining them.

"Oh I’m sure something will pique The Great Shen Duo’s interest!" Mr. Hence exclaimed, now leading the charge, “There’s never a dull moment with you two.”

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However, as the night waned on, Celeste and Seiya came up short on details any juicier than the latest sleazy, salacious gossip. An entire list of a meeting of the minds and half were there to cheat on their wives, half were there to schmooze their bosses boss while the remaining, gullible stragglers were there to actually satiate their pure appetite for astronomy.

The CEO of N.E.P.T.U.N.E had been one of those people on the Associations’s ‘Reid Technique’ radar, which meant implementing an inductive approach where each individual suspect was evaluated with respect to specific observations relating to the crime. Consequently, factual analysis relied not only on crime scene analysis, which had all taken place so far at large socialite gatherings like this but also on information learned about each suspect. Only applying factual analysis would result in establishing an estimate of a particular suspect's probable guilt or innocence based on things like opportunity and access to commit the crime, their behavior before and after the crime, their motivations and propensity to commit the crime, and evaluation of physical and circumstantial evidence.

Simply put, Mr. CEO didn’t require as much analyzing as Celeste thought after their initial conversation in the front hall turned into him placing his decrepit hands demurely on the exposure of her back.

Surely he had some couth, anything she could respect about the man, because it was already on nine and countingーIt dropped to zero at the exact same time his hands dropped to her right cheek.

As Celeste squared her shoulders planted her feet and thought about her life’s choices, the CEO was suddenly holding his wrist in agony followed by her suddenly whisked out of his invasive atmosphere into an inky abyss smelling of old money and white diamonds, the heavy, expensive coats muffling the commotion just on the other side of the mahogany door.

“Henry! What’d you learn?” She could hear Mr. Hence’s laughter in the background. He had been right, there was never a dull moment with them.

That especially couldn’t be disputed now. Because Mr. Shen had pulled Mrs. Shen into a coatroom closet just in time.

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"Thanks for the save." Heaven whispered, regaining her bearings by propping her chin against his navy lapel.

"He didn't know anything about Neptune."

Xavier whispered back, leaning down to his partner's ear where their communicators dangled in the star-shaped diamonds from her pretty earlobe. He wanted to nip it in frustration, even knowing it would do little for relief.

“This might not be the best moment, but," His lips brushed the tip of her sensitive ear, and he noted how cute it was that they twitched, "You smell really good.”

And maybe it wasn't the best moment for romance but being pressed against Xavier like a warm pleat had Heaven blushing regardless.

Besides, in another moment, she had been about to punch a CEO.

Being stuffed like a sausage against her handsome partner inside of one of the many ritzy coatrooms in this banquet hall wasn't the worst outcome.

"Did you find out anything on your end?" Heaven asked somewhat dazzled, amusing Xavier.

She was dangerously cute to him when she wanted to focus on the task at hand. He leaned farther back into the coats hanging up along the wall, and Heaven followed, her body sliding into place on his.

"Nothing too interesting to report, Leader. Some old man keeps bringing up his alleged one night stand with a former NASA astronaut." 

“You don’t believe him?”

“I believe African-American women have higher standards.” He deadpanned.

Heaven laughed but pretended to cry and sniffle, “You’re learning. I’m so proud of you, Partner.”

She poked his face while he continued his debrief and then Xavier finally stopped her with a playful finger bite.

Heaven’s gaze flickered from his strong jawline to his warm, blue eyes. She could feel his heart beat faster in his chest, smell his clean cologne, and even hear his breath hitch when she moved her hands beyond his chest up to his ears.

Slow, circular rubs to the earlobes had Xavier purring like a kitten. The different materials in the room buried his bubbling moans in cotton and fleece.

"Try..." Xavier's breathed hitched, "harder."

Their lips drew to each other like a gravitational pull, pressing against each other tenderly with slow, seductive movements.

Heaven kissed as though she had never done it, tentative and shyly brushing her heart over his lips like dust on the moon.

Xavier eyes popped open, excitement gleamed in them before fluttering closed.

A little smile dotted her mouth as he cupped her face, palming her blushing cheeks and leaning against her. Heaven's hands slid up his arms before settling on his shoulders, alternating between squeezing his muscles or massaging them.

Xavier followed suit, massaging their lips together, puckering his like satin against hers like silk, kissing her lips individually, then her cupids bow, even including the beauty mark on the bottom right corner of her mouth.

Each kiss break allowed space for nothing except air.

He'd craved her lips for so long.

Xavier could feel Heaven melting from the touch because he could feel himself teetering, too.

When she wrapped her arms around his neck to deepen their kiss, Xavier clutched her just as desperately, his body advancing more until Heaven was backed up through the coats on a more solid wall.

She couldn't find it in her to stop, not even for the sake of the mission, and as for Xavier, he had clocked out as soon as he saw her dress.

Heaven held the back of his head and gripped his hair. There was a hot sensation tightening her stomach that burned white hot when Xavier trailed wet, feathery kisses from her chin down her throat. When he started sucking on her pulse point and started grinding her against the wall as if unable to restrain himself any longer, Heaven nearly reached for the hem of her dress.

They had to leave this building.

"You surrounded me on all sides." He warned breathlessly, "Is it too late to surrender?"

"Yeah," Heaven moaned in his ear, "much too late."

Xavier had never telported them back to his apartment faster.

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