The hull of Blue Three is cold against Jessika's back as Peet presses her against it, her mouth warm enough to make Jessika shiver.
Peet pulls back from the kiss and runs her thumb down Jessika's cheek. "I hate it when you leave. I know that's the whole point of being here, but… I worry."
"Black Squadron is the best," Jessika says, and she catches Peet's greasy hand to fold their fingers together. "I'll come back in one piece."
Peet doesn't look convinced, but nuzzles against the side of Jessika's face. She comes away with black grease on her nose.