Ficcage!
Title: Beloved
Rating: G/K
A/N: The plotbunnies invaded my brain and just would NOT LEAVE. ^^ Pairing generators are love. Crossposted to transficsation.
When he got assigned to a stateside USAF base, Epps figured that his life was finally settling down. No more giant robots appearing to blow things up, no more freaky cubes, just himself and a shiny new pay raise. And a new beauty. As he ran his hand along the smooth metal of the F-22’s wing, Epps figured that this was probably why he could never hold a steady girlfriend. None of them could stand being second place to one of his beloved jets. But what a jet!
Dark fingertips ghosted along nosecone, skated across rivets, stroked fuselage. Only slight cosmetic damage to the exterior, but other than that, the fighter was practically brand new. Epps was ecstatic when he first saw it, and none of his wonder had lessened since then. Swinging himself into the cockpit, Epps relaxed into the seat and closed the canopy. Prepping for flight, Epps grinned at the thrilling feeling of power that coursed through him at the thought of piloting this particular F-22 through the sky, marveling that it allowed him this amount of control, putting itself entirely in his hands.
“So, you ready to rock?”
Just fly already, human.
“Yeah, yeah, love you too.”
EDIT: Since everyone likes it, I'll write more, but I may need a beta. o__o *this being only blink's third fic EVER*
Rating: G/K
A/N: The plotbunnies invaded my brain and just would NOT LEAVE. ^^ Pairing generators are love. Crossposted to transficsation.
When he got assigned to a stateside USAF base, Epps figured that his life was finally settling down. No more giant robots appearing to blow things up, no more freaky cubes, just himself and a shiny new pay raise. And a new beauty. As he ran his hand along the smooth metal of the F-22’s wing, Epps figured that this was probably why he could never hold a steady girlfriend. None of them could stand being second place to one of his beloved jets. But what a jet!
Dark fingertips ghosted along nosecone, skated across rivets, stroked fuselage. Only slight cosmetic damage to the exterior, but other than that, the fighter was practically brand new. Epps was ecstatic when he first saw it, and none of his wonder had lessened since then. Swinging himself into the cockpit, Epps relaxed into the seat and closed the canopy. Prepping for flight, Epps grinned at the thrilling feeling of power that coursed through him at the thought of piloting this particular F-22 through the sky, marveling that it allowed him this amount of control, putting itself entirely in his hands.
“So, you ready to rock?”
Just fly already, human.
“Yeah, yeah, love you too.”
EDIT: Since everyone likes it, I'll write more, but I may need a beta. o__o *this being only blink's third fic EVER*