A/N: This is a portion I initially wrote for Lethe, but was scrapped. Just recently I came across it again, laughed, and decided it could go with the Lorlor prompt collection, which has been sadly neglected, so here we go.

Sexual Tension on a Ship

"Sure that's fine and all, but don't you think it's a little creepy?"

"I don't know…" Kay twined a lock of his blond hair in his fingers. "I think it's kinda sweet. She's always looking after us."

"Yeah, always. Because she can't not. Sometimes a person needs a little privacy."

"Like when you shower?"

"God, Kay…" Marx face-palmed. "You're so naïve."

"I don't think she really minds," Kirby added tentatively. "She is a ship, after all. It doesn't really seem like she'd be bothered by it anyway, since Magolor has been flying her for years."

"Yeah, and look how they ended up!"

"I don't know what you mean… they're really close friends, isn't that good?"

"Really close friends," muttered Marx, shifting in his chair.

"Is something wrong?" Kirby asked, scooting a little closer worriedly. "You've been squirming a lot today. You aren't sick, are you?"

"Nope, nope totally fine," Marx yelped in a very high pitched voice. Grinding his teeth together, he continued, "I'm just saying, we've been stuck here for days now, and I find a little intrusive that the Lor is always aware of everything going on. If there was just one safe place to be on this ship, where she wouldn't always be watching….."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Kirby's brow furrowed. Marx was sure looking pretty strained.

"Fine," Marx ground out. "Just a little frustrated that there's no where to go without her watching."

"You could always ask Magolor," Kirby suggested. "If anyone would know, he would."

"Oh yeah, that's a fun conversation."

"It's just a simple question…."

Marx's eyes widened. "Wait, no, you're right. Kirby, you go ask Magolor!"

"Wait, why me?"

"It's perfect! He'll never suspect anything of you, little Kay. Just say you – ah… you were wondering for curiosity's sake. Or something. Some dumb Kay reason. Just don't tell him I sent you."

"I-I don't know that's n-"

Marx hissed and shoved Kirby hard. "Just go and do it, okay? And hurry up. It's not easy waiting."

Sighing, Kirby trundled off towards the control deck. Sometimes Marx just wanted inexplicable things and the easiest way to deal with it was so go along with it. If all he wanted this time was one question answered, then it was an easy thing to do.

Kirby found Magolor hunched over the control board, his hands flat against the rainbow panels. He often said that touching the board gave him the closest mental link between himself and the Lor Starcutter, so he usually could be found here whenever he conversed with the ship.

This time, he was panting pretty hard too, so Kirby guessed the conversation must be pretty intense.

"Hey Magolor!" greeted Kirby loudly.

"FFh!" Magolor's hands yanked off the control board; he spun around, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. "K-K-Kirby! Haah… um… wow. What's up?"

"Um, I was wondering if there was anywhere to go onboard the ship that the Lor couldn't see?"

"That the… uh… Somewhere she can't see?" Magolor's brows furrowed; he wiped his sweaty hands on his clothes. "Why do you… why?"

"Are you sick?" Kirby said worriedly. "You look like you might have a fever…?" he stepped forward, only for Magolor to yelp and wave his hands wildly.

"No, no fever! Everything fine! U-um, no, the ship is the Lor, so… sorry… pretty much everywhere she knows what's going on. If we landed, that'd be a different story." Magolor laughed nervously. "We're um, we're a couple days from the nearest planet."

Kirby chewed his lip. Were Marx and Magolor both sick? Crap, that meant he might catch it too!

"So uh, if that's all…" Magolor prodded.

"Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt an important conversation. That was all."

Magolor bit his lip and nodded. "Go on," he said in a high pitched voice.

Gods, everyone was acting weird today. Sighing, Kirby turned and wandered back to the bedroom, where Marx still sat at the edge of the bed looking frustrated.

"Sorry… he said that she can pretty much see everywhere," Kirby relayed. "But if you feel awkward showering or something, you could always keep on a pair of boxers?"

Marx growled and grabbed Kirby's wrist. "Screw it. I don't care if she's watching anymore."