Lost in their own thoughts, not to mention grooving to the mix Mia had pumping through The Def Leppard’s high-quality speakers and stereo system, the pair of traveling mates were finally settling down soon after their daring escape. Pizza The Hut’s evil clutches, after all, would have to wait another day. If legend was accurate, R2S often wondered what the music of the original owners of the space bus sounded like. If only he knew the name of the band, he might be able to look their history and musicology up.<br/><br/>Rex had to admit how much he loathed being hunted. Bogus paternity suits were one thing, being shot at with laser fire was on such higher and nastier levels of discomfort. Besides, his sperm wasn’t even real sperm, per se, so good luck with him ever becoming a dad. His juice was more like a dessert, if its popularity with Mia Yoww was anything to go by. The Khajiit seemed to be pleased with herself. And why not? Their freedom was all on account of her flying skills, though he had lost count of how many barrel rolls she performed. And what the hell, it shut the Princess up, so she could barrel roll as much as she pleased, as far as the Almost Intelligent was concerned.<br/><br/>Just then,<i>Pour Some Sugar On Me </i>radiated from their space vehicle’s speakers. Digging on the rhythm section, not to mention the lyrics, Rex needed to make a mental note of the tune. A good fuck song for sure. Mia flashed in his mind’s eye.<br/><br/>While her name naughtily crossed his mind, he stole a glance toward the pilot’s chair. Mia was already staring at him. With a smirk that clearly screamed one-upmanship. “Will you knock that shit off?” Rex said sternly, though not too loudly. Tiara Goodie-Two-Shoes was still quiet behind them. “Who’s singing this song?” he also enquired.<br/><br/>“C’mon, Rex. Y’know you can never sneak up on me, and I always know what you’re thinking,” she purred. Both literally and figuratively. “No idea,” Mia casually replied. “I just thought the title sounded hot and horny.”<br/><br/>“The hell you say,” R2S snapped. “And, yeah, gotta agree with you on that about the tune.”<br/><br/>Mia stretched, and Rex mentally cursed her, cuz she always managed to look damn sexy in doing so. “Yeah, hold on,” she stated. “Just lemme put The Def Lep on auto-pilot and we can head to our room for a quickie. Or a slowie, if sir would prefer.” She fluttered her Khajiit eyelashes at him, which were long enough that it looked as if she was waving at him. With her paws.<br/><br/>“No, that’s all<i>you </i>think about,” he corrected her.<br/><br/>Mia shrugged lazily, followed by a “Guilty as charged” comment. “Not my fault if I’m addicted to Straw-Melon flavor over here.” Her right paw hovered over a red-and-white striped switch. “So. Auto-pilot. Yay or nay?” she asked.<br/><br/>Rex was on the cusp of choosing the former, when movement outta the corner of his eye and hushed conversation immediately altered his answer. The Princess quietly spoke with Tea-Tree, while the bot seemed to once again be in comforting mode. He wondered if the loyal bot ever wished to tan Tiara’s spoiled and pompous bottom. R2S would gladly pay a hacker to hack Tea-Tree, just to see that happen. “Reckon it’s gotta be a nay,” he whispered.<br/><br/>The Khajiit’s shoulders visibly slumped, while a sigh also escaped her. “Damn you, Rex,” she scolded. “You got me all hot and bothered now. So why don’t you run along and entertain Miss Tight Ass back there, while I play with myself up here?” Any protestations from him were nipped in the bud. Like, real fast.<br/><br/>Apparently, neither was allowed to do either. The Princess had rediscovered her space legs (thank you, barrel rolls for the respite!) and was up front, spewing gibberish to her two hosts. Nothing new there, then. While she droned on and on, and seemingly on some more, about Flibbertigibbet and its inhabitants, Mia and Rex shot each other pained, empty expressions. These pained, empty expressions would roughly translate to<i>Shoot me now. Please! I beg you! Here! I even have my very own rocket launcher! </i>R2S did, however, frown at her usage of the word, “clean,” especially since she herself resembled a used dishrag. And that was being nice! Besides, he wasn’t about to be the one to point that factoid out to her.<br/><br/>The pair of crewmembers of The Def Leppard grinned idiotically at each other right after Tiara referred to Mia as Pussy Galore. Damn straight, Rex mused. His pilot was both of those, and right then, he was jonesing for a piece of Mia’s Pussy Galore. So much so, in fact, that he painstakingly licked his lips for her to see. Her kitty eyes narrowed (which was equal parts stimulating<i>and </i>disturbing), and he all but expected her to knock out Tiara and then jump his bones right there and then on the bridge. Well, in all actuality, it wasn’t the kinda bridge that Kirk and Spock enjoyed, but hey, he just liked to call it that.<br/><br/>Well, whaddya know? Princess Teacup had a fucking sense of humor, after all. Even Rex thought her slamming him, while comparing him to that vile and horrific knock-off bag was hilarious. Well-played, too. But seriously, neither wished to be the one to open that bag. Not if Pizza The Hut had a ginormous pepperoni hard-on for it, anyways. Wasn’t that one of the tasks for ‘droids to do? Jump on the grenade, or summat?<br/><br/>Up until then, everything was, more or less, status quo. Until, that is, she inquired about staff aboard The Def Leppard. Mia looked at Rex. Rex looked at Mia. Corners of lips twitched, neither wishing to be the weak link in laughing first. Sweet Stuffy Pants asked again about the ETA to Flibbertigibbet. Not so bad, really. And then the kick to the sugar-coated, extra rainbow-colored-sprinkled balls, “Do you have a chef?” Tiara, in all seriousness, enquired.<br/><br/>As much as he hated to be looked upon as “loser,” Rex was the first to cave, her question nudging him over the brink. And this was not just the brink of uncontrolled laughter. Oh, no! This was also the brink of his chair. Rolling around the semi-carpeted floor while attempting to clear his tear-filled eyes, Mia landed on him with a purposeful thud. Primary target was to lick his ear. Mission accomplished, she deftly managed to cop a feel between his legs, squeezing with a purpose, before releasing and returning to her seat as if nothing had happened.<br/><br/>Fucking cats!<br/><br/>While Rex considered the extent of his leakage, he rolled over to witness Tea-Tree approaching the back of the space vehicle. Trails of tears still streaked his face, but he caught his breath in time to say, “Uh, time out, Thelma. You might wanna tell your ‘droid not to enter that back room.” The A.I. looked at the Khajiit with faux concern. “Didja leave the sex toys lying all over the place?” he asked.<br/><br/>Mia made a noise like she was gonna hack up a hairball, which was never a pretty sight. Instead, she said, "I always do. Ease of access, don’tcha know?” She winked at him, while they gazed upon the silent (for now) Princess. Her mouth hung slightly ajar, and they were unable to tell if that was due to The Def Leppard being chef less, or his crack about the sex toys. Either way, win-win.