Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2012 18:02:13 GMT -8
Rychel could tell by the expression on Dakbar’s face that he didn’t believe her for one moment when she said that she was alright. And now that the heat of the moment was gone, and she was someplace marginally safer, she was becoming more aware of just how much she’d risked. Her mind raced, her thoughts too chaotic for her to figure out. He was always saving her. How long before he grew tired of that, and moved on with his life? What if he failed?
"That, I will believe."
He removed the remainder of her uniform, leaving her there in just her underthings. She was glad that she’d made sure they matched this morning - light blue. The Mehtak vessel was warm, and she was grateful for that fact, as shivering would have likely been quite uncomfortable.
As their eyes met, she was well aware that his gaze lingered on hers longer than was necessary, and she felt her face flush in response. Things had been odd ever since the accident. She’d know he would not like that he’d been visited by the Prophets, and that they may have saved his life. She wasn’t sure that he believed that, but she knew that ever since they’d discussed it, he’d been distant. Sure, there were moments here and there when things would seem the way they had before the accident, but before they could get anywhere, duty always tore them apart. Rychel always wondered how there were so many pregnancies on the Talon when they had the worst timing regarding red alerts.
For a moment, Rychel forgot where she was, and that she was injured. She forgot that the Mehtak vessel smelled like a festering pile of Rakonian swamp rat corpses, and that there was still a good number of Mehtak ships and warriors around. Reaching up with one tentative hand, she traced a pattern from his eye ridge, following the bony protrusion to where it met with his ear, then down his neck until the Starfleet uniform got in the way. It was funny how often the uniform got in the way of life, in a both literal and figurative sense.
"Does this hurt,"
She exhaled quickly at the sharp pain that shot up from her knee, up the side of her leg to her hip. She nodded quickly, not trusting herself to keep her voice steady. She didn’t want to look weak in front of him, certainly not after what he’d just told her team. She knew that he wasn’t the sort to throw out a compliment that he didn’t mean.
She opened her mouth to ask a question, but before she could speak, she felt the transporter beam begin to take hold of her. She had only a split second to look up at Dakbar in confusion before she disappeared entirely.
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"That, I will believe."
He removed the remainder of her uniform, leaving her there in just her underthings. She was glad that she’d made sure they matched this morning - light blue. The Mehtak vessel was warm, and she was grateful for that fact, as shivering would have likely been quite uncomfortable.
As their eyes met, she was well aware that his gaze lingered on hers longer than was necessary, and she felt her face flush in response. Things had been odd ever since the accident. She’d know he would not like that he’d been visited by the Prophets, and that they may have saved his life. She wasn’t sure that he believed that, but she knew that ever since they’d discussed it, he’d been distant. Sure, there were moments here and there when things would seem the way they had before the accident, but before they could get anywhere, duty always tore them apart. Rychel always wondered how there were so many pregnancies on the Talon when they had the worst timing regarding red alerts.
For a moment, Rychel forgot where she was, and that she was injured. She forgot that the Mehtak vessel smelled like a festering pile of Rakonian swamp rat corpses, and that there was still a good number of Mehtak ships and warriors around. Reaching up with one tentative hand, she traced a pattern from his eye ridge, following the bony protrusion to where it met with his ear, then down his neck until the Starfleet uniform got in the way. It was funny how often the uniform got in the way of life, in a both literal and figurative sense.
"Does this hurt,"
She exhaled quickly at the sharp pain that shot up from her knee, up the side of her leg to her hip. She nodded quickly, not trusting herself to keep her voice steady. She didn’t want to look weak in front of him, certainly not after what he’d just told her team. She knew that he wasn’t the sort to throw out a compliment that he didn’t mean.
She opened her mouth to ask a question, but before she could speak, she felt the transporter beam begin to take hold of her. She had only a split second to look up at Dakbar in confusion before she disappeared entirely.
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