jen's chris beck/beth johanssen fic recs

chris beck/beth johanssen

• Bless Those Tired Eyes by thenewradical [Johanssen suggests that Beck sleep in her bunk since it's closest to the med bay and Watney.This goes exactly as well as you would expect.]
• In The Darkness and The Cold by portraitofemmy [They start sleeping together long before they sleep together. In the darkness of space they find sanctuary in each other.]
• match point by sevenfoxes [“They gave us condoms?” Beth hears Martinez ask Beck over her shoulder. “Holy shit, a lot of condoms.” Martinez holds up a handful of foil packets and mimes shoving them into his flight suit.Beck is a stone cold bastard because he doesn’t even look up from his data pad when he says, flatly, “Standard issue with any med bay.”“Probably worried about the promiscuous tendencies of the singletons on this Martian booze cruise,” Martinez quips, looking at Beck pointedly. “You know, a little million-mile high club action for those of us nursing terrible cru--”Watney thumps his elbow into Martinez’s stomach.]
• Profiling by MidnightBlast [On paper, Christopher Beck was everything his family name suggested. Ivy Leaguer. Connecticut political family connections. Honorary military. Fulfilling a noble, patriotic legacy.But he’d always been too much of a brilliant, tactile, adrenaline junkie for their tastes.And the ARES III crew knows it all too well.]