Quinlan Vos’ Guide to Under-Cover Missions in Extremely Hostile Enemy Territory
Summary:
“No, stop,” Quinlan Vos hissed and reached out to try and pull the blanket back down. “You’re blowing my cover.” Fox sighed. “I think the only blowing anyone’s doing is you, and you’re doing it to a fuse.” At last, he allowed himself to crouch down in front of Vos’ blanket hideaway to try and parse its contents beyond the Jedi’s very shapely yet—in Fox’s opinion—too long body. “What are you doing under there?” At last, a smile cracked the surface of Vos’ resting bitch face. “I’m on an undercover mission. Under-cover—get it? Under your bed covers?” He plucked at one of the blankets.
My (very late) submission for the @foxquinweek 2025 day 7 art prompt "Undercover" (no it's not art, it's fic) 🏃