My Time At Sandrock : Pen Romantic Interactions

Nothing to see here, folks. Just my Builder flirting with her increasingly vain and conceited meathead boyfriend. But seriously, I can't deal with this man! His girlfriend is trying to flirt, and he only cares about having a bigger and better mirror built so he can feed his bloated vanity.

I cannot imagine how devastated Pen felt after hearing about his girlfriend's "death." Justice and Unsuur returning back to Sandrock, heads bowed and eyes red-rimmed as they inform the townspeople that Builder Liira has died. Pen running up to them, roughly asking them where she is, only to be told that she fell to her death. Pen reeling back as if slapped, staring at the Corps with a look of horror and devastation on his face before becoming enraged and sparking a yelling match between him and Justice.

"Why didn't you save her? WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING WHEN SHE FELL?!"

Pen balling his hands into fists and storming off to avoid physically assaulting someone. Pen blaming himself, Justice, Logan, and the whole damn world for the death of the only person he ever loved. Pen going on a complete rampage and turning everything upside down to find her, to find any piece of her, to find something, anything to bury, only to find nothing. Pen falling to his knees, head buried in his hands as he mourns, rocking back and forth and feeling, for the first time in his life, powerless.

Oh, you blockhead. The Builder knows what you love to eat at the Blue Moon because she's your friggin' girlfriend!

My Builder's first date with Pen went really well. Here's some of his dialogue. Some are ridiculous, and some are sweet. Click for better quality.

Pen/Liira’s Weird Relationship Milestones

-) Throwing in each other’s laundry: Liira is not opposed to throwing her laundry in with Pen’s sweaty tracksuit (seriously, Pen has worn the same outfit, and it STINKS from the sweat and grime of the desert) or folding his underwear the way he likes it. But, again, it demonstrates a level of kindness and selflessness that Pen finds quite endearing. -) Communicating with relatives: Getting over the slightly awkward period with each other’s relatives/friends took some time. Pen has no biological relatives; his only friends are from the Church of Light. But after a while, Pen became well acquainted with Liira’s family members and her best friend, Nia, without being prompted. Liira’s mother is charmed by Pen’s grandiose style and enjoys spoiling him with homemade quilts. -) Asking for more toilet paper: Super awkward because when they both started living together in her tiny one-room home, Liira worked so hard to create the illusion that she doesn’t use the bathroom. Then, one day, she ran out of toilet paper, and instead of suffering in silence, she called for Pen to bring in an extra roll, which he did without batting an eye or muttering a complaint. -) Showering together: No, not for sex…well, sometimes for sex, but that’s not what the shower is for. Liira is constantly on the clock working on commissions and making deliveries. At the same time, Pen does his usual patrol around Sandrock, which usually means they don’t have time to take separate showers. Instead, they wash together a lot, scrubbing themselves and each other, washing hair, or helping each other reach spots they need shaving with the fancy razor Pen stole borrowed from Miguel. -) Snoring: Pen does not snore. What is snoring? He’s never heard of it. But Liira? Liira snores like a hibernating bear, and while it’s slightly annoying to listen to it in his ear, he doesn’t mind it so much. -) No Sweatpants/Makeup: As a Builder, Liira wears very little makeup except black eyeliner and dark lipstick. But when she’s home, the makeup is washed off, the bra is off, the pants are off, etc. At home, Liira wears short shorts, a tank top, and fluffy slippers. She’s comfortable around Pen like this because he thinks she’s beautiful no matter how she looks. Plus, this gives him an excuse to admire her shapely form and caress her bare legs while they sit together. -) Sharing hygiene products: Okay, let's be honest, Liira has used Pen’s shaving cream and soap more than once. Pen has used Liira’s fruity-smelling lotion and even her foot cream because he loves the smell of it. Both have used each other’s hair products.

Drabble : Wrapped Around Me

Fandom: My Time At Sandrock

Pairing: Pen/Fem!Builder

Summary: In which the Builder steals her boyfriend's cape.

"So, I was drinking my homemade protein shake and running laps around town when all of a sudden I--"

"Cool story, but quick question, aren't you afraid of some Geegler coming up behind you and setting fire to this thing?" Liira asked mildly, succumbing to an impulse she had every time she saw Pen's infamous ( and ridiculous ) cape.

She picked it up, stroked the butter-soft fabric, and slipped it around her naked shoulders. The garment was too large, of course, hanging off her thin shoulders, and the length of it reached way past her hands, but it was warm from his body, and the feel of the fabric was so scrumptious she almost purred. Okay, so maybe it wasn't stupid, but still, the risk of his cape catching on fire was still high.

"What are you doing?" Pen asked, diverted. "Trying on your cape," Liira replied, giving him a look that said, Duh. What did it look like she was doing?

"Skinny, you can't just go through my laundry like that--"

"I'm not. I wanted to try it on." The Builder pulled the edges together and immersed herself in the pure heat of him. "How about this, if you let me wear your cape naked, I'll let you take pictures of me with the camera Qi put together. Deal?"

"…Deal."

End.

Drabble : I Like It Here ( Beside You Dear )

Fandom: My Time At Sandrock

Pairing: Pen/Fem!Builder

Summary: I could wait a thousand hours. Stay the same, in sun and showers. Pick apart a hundred flowers. Just to be quiet.

Pen's large hand closed lightly, gently over the nape of her neck, his fingers sliding under the thick curly fall of her dark hair. Liira hadn't heard him move, hadn't known he was so close, and her nerves skittered wildly. He wasn't trying to hold her; his touch was more of a caress than a grip, a stark contrast to his boisterous nature.

Liira could move away if she wanted to. And that was the problem because she wanted to press closer against him. The Builder's skin tingled from his warm, hard hand, the slight rasp of his roughened fingers on the sensitive cords of her neck.

Involuntarily Liira imagined how those battle-hardened hands, roughened by a battle-hardened life, would feel on the rest of her body, and a shiver ran down her spine. Pen was like a shadow, dwarfing her much smaller body with his larger-than-life presence, her head tucked neatly under his chin. His lingering heat and cape wrapping around her like an embrace.

( And it was everything they ever wanted )

End.

Liira's mouth practically watered when Pen set the takeout bag from Blue Moon on the small coffee table in front of her. The warm, brown bag held meat buns, a pack of sugar cookies molded in the shape of scorpions, a small pile of napkins, and two small bottles of yakmel milk. "You're amazing, you know that?" she said and heard the dreamy wonder in her voice as if she couldn't quite believe that Pen, the most grandiose and conceited man in Sandrock, had gone out to get takeout just for the two of them.

"You were hungry," he said in that strangely soft tone he seemed to have patented over the months they'd been dating, sitting on the other side of her little sofa next to her, his big body taking up most of the space as he carefully set everything out for her. "You're still so small and skinny… Someone's gotta put some meat on your bones."

Liira watched as he grabbed one of the bottles of yakmel milk and poured two glasses. "Eat," he commanded gently and waited until she huffed and took one of the warm buns before snagging the other for himself.

Silently, they munched on their meat buns, sipping the iced milk and eating in relatively comfortable silence, all while secretly enjoying how close they were sitting on the sofa… How their thighs pressed lightly against each other.

Liira is ranting and raving angrily about something, and Pen just smiles softly, places his big hands on her shoulders, and leans down to kiss the top of her head in a sweet effort to soothe his disgruntled little Builder.

Like this!

Pen has an issue with Liira's hair getting all over the place. Yes, it is thick. Yes, it is curly. Yes, he loves to watch her fix it up in the mornings and wrap it up in the evenings. Yes, he believes that her thick mane of hair is her best feature (that and her soft eyes). No, he will not touch it unless she gives him express permission to do so.

But Pen does not like seeing the long strands of her hair in his brush, in the sink, on the floor, and on his side of the bed. He also does not understand why Liira needs to keep an artillery of products she bought from Arvio on the counter, poised and ready, at all times.

Are a round brush, hair oil, three combs, and 15 different types of hair oil necessary? And why does she need Old World hair items like a flat iron and curling iron? He asked her this once, and she simply sighed and said, “I should be asking you why you leave your armpit trimmings in the sink.”

He never asked again.

!!!!!

IT'S HAPPENING! EVERYBODY OUT OF MY WAY, IT'S HAPPENING!!!

Drabble : Calm of the Storm

Summary: A sandstorm descends upon the sleepy town of Sandrock, and Builder Liira finds comfort in the arms of Sandrock's enforcer, Pen.

The world outside of Liira's home remained dark and primarily silent; Pen didn't turn on the radio again because he didn't want the outside world to intrude, and neither did she. It was too hot to sleep, despite the cool air coming from her ceiling fan. They lay on Liira's beige-colored sheets and talked, their voices not much more than slow murmurs in the sandstorm that was descending upon Sandrock with all the fury of mother nature.

Pen's large hands never left her bare body, and Liira ceased all thoughts for this one quiet night to themselves. The Builder became drowsy, but all inclination to sleep fled when Pen pulled her flush against him in the thick, heated darkness, cradling her gently, his hands stroking and caressing until she curled up against him, burying her face in his chest and murmuring stories of the wonders of the Eufaula desert in the heat of his skin.

End.

THEM!!

Pen chews his food in a certain way that drives Liira up the wall.

Pen: *chews*

Liira: Pen, can you chew any louder?

Pen: *chews loudly*

My Builder's relationship with Pen started off rough. Liira disliked him intensely after their initial first meeting, whereas he became instantly intrigued by her and began to shadow her like a stray puppy begging for treats. It takes a while, but he manages to score a date with her, and Liira starts to see the golden heart hidden underneath all that brashness.