#okki two fics in day is alot i must sleep now

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You make me dizzy!

Miski X Lyle

Summary: @thevanityofthefox 's oc Miski goes on a banshee ride with Lyle!

Lyle couldn't take his eyes off them. Miski was gorgeous, smart, funny and way out of his league. The way she strutted through the lab, coat billowing behind her like a runway model, his heart could stop and he wouldn't notice.

She was in front of him now talking, hand on her hips as she explained...something. Lyle flustered inside, he'd been so entranced by the movement of her lips that he'd not payed her words any attention. Still he kept his face stoic, praying she'd say something he could respond too.

"So what do you think?" She asked smiling down at him. Lyle shifted in his seat. Crap! What had she asked?

"Uh yeah, sounds good." He answered, praying he'd not agreed to something terrible. Miski seemed delighted, clasping her hands in excitement.

"We should go now!" She exclaimed, turning back to him.

"Oh now?" Lyle panicked again, where had he agreed to go?!

"Yes! If we head off now we can make it before the eclipse, just in time to see the change!" She paced over to her desk, bundling equipment into her bag.

Oh so it must be some plant thing! Lyle thought to himself, relieved it wasn't something too crazy. Still night ops were mostly forbidden, though his sway with the Colonel wouldn't make it impossible. Still no way they'd be able to take any ship up right now.

"Birds are grounded now though." Lyle explained, hoping a little that this would curb her excitement. That they'd have to make plans to go tomorrow and he could figure out what was happening.

Miski's fluffy tail stilled, her rounded ears drooping slightly. She mumbled something, nodding her head in disappointment. Lyle's heart couldn't take it. Seeing her so sad was just too much for him.

"But no one said anything about taking the banshee out." He added. Their ears popped back up, tail swishing happily behind. She beamed over at him and he felt his heart flutter.

Oh shit.

So there they were, boots tapping across the tarmac as they headed to his banshee. Lyle climbed up first, shifting forward to let Miski climb in behind. He felt her pull up behind him, her legs brushing up against his. He quickly flicked his tail to the side, giving her enough room to shift towards him and wrap her arms around his waist.

His tail twitched, the sudden urge to wrap it around her burning in his mind. Lyle swallowed that feeling down, connecting his queue to the beast.

The evening air was cool, the warmth of the day just lingering slightly on the breeze. The eclipse was fast approaching, the last light of the day casting against the low hanging clouds making them glow.

Lyle felt himself relaxing, Miski holding his sides lightly, his ikran calm under him, a perfect evening. He flew up more to be above the clouds, enjoying the view of the floating mountains in the distance.

Miski's hand tightened a little on his side. Very subtly but Lyle noticed, drawing his attention from the sky. Her hand slackened though and Lyle relaxed again. He tipped his head back to smile at her but paused.

She looked pale, her eyes unfocused and staring blankly through him. Then suddenly she was tipping to the side. Lyle yelped reaching back to grab her. His hand pressed against her back pulling her close against him. She seemed to be barely conscious in that moment, eyes lids drooping.

They remained limp in his hold as Lyle struggled to maneuver her whist still straddling the banshee. With some effort he managed to pull Miski forward and she now rested against his chest. He shifted her legs, hand lingering on their thigh as he balanced them across the banshee's back.

Lyle felt panicked, what was wrong with her? Had this anything to do with why she wanted to go out? Was she sick? Hurt!? He needed to get some place safer, somewhere he could better asses the situation.

Lyle directed the banshee towards the nearest of the floating mountains. He could land on ones of the smaller ones and check up on her properly. Miski stirred a little against his arm, groaning and swaying. Lyle kept that arm tightly round their middle, afraid they'd slip again, the other still holding the banshee's neural whip.

"Hey Miski you with me?" Lyle fretted his eyes darting from the sky to her face. Her brows scrunched her mumbling becoming more coherent. She was speaking in her native tongue. Lyle cursed himself for not learning more Spanish from Lopez.

She twisted slightly to face him, still laying her head on his chest. Lyle risked another glance at their face, concern still bubbling in him. She was still pale, a light sweat on her forehead as she moaned in some discomfort. Her breathe was shallow though, Lyle's ears twitched at the sound.

Then it dawned on him. Miski had had trouble flying before. Nothing ever that major but whenever the craft went up she had sat and buckled up. He'd always taken it as a plane sickness thing but maybe not. Maybe it was the thin air?

"I'm taking us down okay, you're gonna be okay. I've got you" He reassured her, letting his thumb brush against the her side. She still mumbled into the rushing wind, looking up with a dopey smile.

"Sos mi corazoncito" She bubbled before giggling slightly. Lyle quirked his brow fighting a blush as she buried her face in his chest. He cursed Lopez again mentally, Tes ves hermosa, what use was calling her pretty right now!

"Cariño" She whispered again head tipping up, her breath fanning against his neck. Lyle shuddered, landing the banshee. He let his arm loosen from her waist to climb down. Miski wasn't having it twisting and holding onto him. Legs wrapping around his waist and her arm over his shoulders.

"Mi vida!" She called burying her head deeper in his neck.

"Calm down! I'm still here, I got you." Lyle reassured patting her thigh. She seemed pretty secure so he shifted down off the banshee. He landed hard on the ground, her body jolting. He gripped her thighs to steady her, the soft skin under his hands made his heart thunder against his chest.

"Okay we'll sit here a moment okay, deep breathes" Lyle said as he sank to the ground. She seemed to understand breathing deeply, her hands loosening from round his neck. Lyle shifted her off his lap as the colour returned to her face. Letting Miski rest against his shoulder as she regained her senses.

"Sorry about that." She said eventually. Lyle turned to her, watching her ears tip back. The sun had dipped behind the planet now, the dusting of glowing freckles across her cheeks the only thing lighting up the purple blush.

"Hey no worries Mi zorrita" Lyle smiled, sure he'd butchered the pronunciation. Miski spun to him, eyes wide and frantic looking. Her fluffy tail whacking against the ground behind her.

"My what?!" She shrieked, Lyle's ears tipping back at the volume.

"Oh ah Lopez said it was like a silly nickname!" Lyle shot his hands up. He swore he was gonna kill him when he saw him again. Miski seemed to relax a little at that, dropping her head in between her knees. They groaned, tipping their head up again, running a hand through their hair. Lyle watched her every move, wishing their hand could be his.

"Let's just head back." She sighed, looking back to him. Miski was so close, he could see his own freckles glowing like a constellation in her eyes. Lyle nodded, standing quickly and offering her a hand. She gripped him letting him pull her to her feet.

"Promise I'll fly low!" Lyle jested, pressing a hand over his heart. "Scouts honor." He smirked, giving her a hand up onto the banshee. Miski laughed, settling in on the creatures back.

Lyle climbed up behind her letting an arm snake around her waist again. "So you won't fall." He explained, feeling her settle against him again. It wasn't entirely a lie but he wouldn't admit how much he wanted to hold her again, not out loud.

(Translations: Sos mi corazoncito- You are my little heart, Tes ves hermosa-You look beautiful, Cariño- Sweetie, Mi vida- my life, Mi zorrita- my bitch)