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− | + | Tuesday, 23 Sep 2521<br> | |
− | + | Kuiper II class, Summer’s Gift<br> | |
− | + | Yan Wo Station, Yan Wo<br> | |
− | + | Fury, Blue Sun (Qing Long) system<br> | |
− | + | 2000hrs, ship’s time<br> | |
− | There were benefits to being stubborn and painstaking as a ship’s engineer. You got the job done and what you fabricated or fixed was usually finished to a high standard. Insisting on doing the best damned job whenever possible was pretty much the order of the day and hell could suck hind tit once I’d settled on a course of action. My instincts were usually right, further justifying my position, but I wasn’t stupid: it also made for hard feelings, even enemies. Which went far to explain why I was in the galley helping Joshua with the dinner dishes and not supervising the repair crew currently crawling over our girl. My reputation | + | There were benefits to being stubborn and painstaking as a ship’s engineer. You got the job done and what you fabricated or fixed was usually finished to a high standard. Insisting on doing the best damned job whenever possible was pretty much the order of the day and hell could suck hind tit once I’d settled on a course of action. My instincts were usually right, further justifying my position, but I wasn’t stupid: it also made for hard feelings, even enemies. Which went far to explain why I was in the galley helping Joshua with the dinner dishes and not supervising the repair crew currently crawling over our girl. My reputation for being a bitch and a ballbreaker had gotten as far as Fury and I could see right off there was nothing I could do to convince the crew otherwise. So I was up to my elbows in suds scrubbing up as Joshua rinsed and dried.<br><br> |
It was a tight fit, standing two abreast at the sink, but I didn’t mind. Joshua and I had been too taken up with our individual duties to spend much time together until recently and reestablishing our rhythm as a couple was a welcome respite from the occupational grind. Mind, the occupational grind in our case involved Reavers and dead planets and zombified passengers. And people shooting missiles and booby traps at us. Hardly the usual sort of 9-to-5 irritation. All of which made the simple homey act of doing the dishes with the man I loved all the sweeter. I gave him a nudge with my hip and passed him a freshly-scrubbed plate, then got to work on the next one in the stack. Between the warmth of the water on my bare skin and the heat I could feel coming off him, I was feeling downright cozy and domestic and thought ahead to what I could possibly rope him into doing after lights out. I smiled at the suds and scrubbed on, knowing that chances were good he’d go for it. It was enough to ease the sting of being shut out of the repairs going on topside and for once, I didn’t mind. <br><br> | It was a tight fit, standing two abreast at the sink, but I didn’t mind. Joshua and I had been too taken up with our individual duties to spend much time together until recently and reestablishing our rhythm as a couple was a welcome respite from the occupational grind. Mind, the occupational grind in our case involved Reavers and dead planets and zombified passengers. And people shooting missiles and booby traps at us. Hardly the usual sort of 9-to-5 irritation. All of which made the simple homey act of doing the dishes with the man I loved all the sweeter. I gave him a nudge with my hip and passed him a freshly-scrubbed plate, then got to work on the next one in the stack. Between the warmth of the water on my bare skin and the heat I could feel coming off him, I was feeling downright cozy and domestic and thought ahead to what I could possibly rope him into doing after lights out. I smiled at the suds and scrubbed on, knowing that chances were good he’d go for it. It was enough to ease the sting of being shut out of the repairs going on topside and for once, I didn’t mind. <br><br> | ||
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− | “If you'd rather not show me, I'll understand." I said, contrite as if I'd caught him | + | “If you'd rather not show me, I'll understand." I said, contrite as if I'd caught him in the act of something embarrassing. "I'm just thinking ahead. You might need your dose and not be conscious or otherwise be able to inject it. Or like on Miranda, you might have fared better had I been able to inject you before you dove into that subway tunnel."<br><br> |
I sighed, flicked the suds off me, and leaned against the sink, frowning at my boots.<br><br> | I sighed, flicked the suds off me, and leaned against the sink, frowning at my boots.<br><br> | ||
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− | "Whenever you want. On my every other day schedule, I'm not due until tomorrow, but you know as well as I do that I could dose myself every day if I chose." Not that he | + | "Whenever you want. On my every other day schedule, I'm not due until tomorrow, but you know as well as I do that I could dose myself every day if I chose." Not that he would choose that. He didn't need to dull his senses anymore than necessary.<br><br> |
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− | " | + | "All right," I said, lowering my arm and closing in. "In that case, you'll just have to make me scream." And I pinned him against the opposite counter and kissed him.<br><br><br> |
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