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During the whole route back to the Hammersley non of the two said a word, what may be caused by the fact that Spider was really busy with staying on his feet and Bomber was not of the opinion that Spider was usable for a talk, additionally she lacked of air to speak due to Spiders weight lasting on her.
The biggest hurdle had been the narrow gangway where they had not been able to walk at each others sides and Spider had only walked with the speed of a snail. When Bomber wanted to support him again, he got a little bit to much into a forward leaning position, lost his balance and stumbled against Bomber with the result that both crashed into the steel wall of the Hammersley. Spider stayed close to her and stopped Bomber from moving.
"You damn idiot...", she hissed angrily. "That did hurt!"
"Ssorry, Babe..."
"Don´t you call me babe, drunkard!"
He grinned and looked deeply into her eyes. Technically she had wanted to look at him annoyed or enraged, but, from a reason she could not tell, she was not able to do that.
"You´re looking really hot this evening", he whispered with a deep, husky voice and immediately her body was covered with shivers, although she normally did not like to be hit on that way by a man.
"Hm...", she made and tried with all her force to look grumpy. His smile widened and she was not able to break the eye contact, even as he gently placed his hands on her slim hips. It felt like they were both tied up by the glimpse of each other and their faces drew closer to each other. Ages seemed to have passed by until their lips finally touched and they closed their eyes, ruled by the magic of the moment. The kiss, that had started very timid, quickly grew more demanding and passionate. Anyway Bomber had wrapped her arms around Spider and pulled him even closer to her body.
Bomber´s mind came back to work only a few minutes later. It was like she had been unconscious for this passed time, because she could not remember how she had managed to achieve the position she was currently in.
Her hands were under Spider´s t-shirt touching his muscular chest, her legs were wrapped around his hips and for a short moment she asked herself how he was able to hold his balance while holding her, considering the fact that he had struggled to stand normally just a few minutes ago. His hands were everywhere, alike his warm lips and it felt so good that her body protested as she pushed him away to get to stand on her own feet again. Her top had slid up, or he had shoved it up, exposing her belly and she hurried to slide it down again.
"What is the matter?", Spider asked a bit surprised, sounding a bit more sober then before, and supported himself through pressing his hands against the wall on her left and right side, bend down to her and kissed her once again, but this time Bomber broke it and brought some space between them before her mind could pass out once more, giving up to the screaming desire for his closeness.
"Stop it", she whispered breathlessly. "We should not do this... we are drunk, especially you, and we need to go to bed, notably you, and additionally we both could loose our job because of this!"
Spider definitely looked a bit disappointed, maybe even hurt, but he did not made an attempt to contradict her.
"I hope you will be able to find your rack on your on", she said, pushed his arms away and hurried to get under deck and into her own bed.
The next morning, Bomber awoke from feeling somebody climbing onto her bed, pushing her body against the wall and fanning the scent of fresh coffee to her nose.
"Hm... what?!", Bomber growled slightly confused and sat up, her eyes still half closed.
"Shh... not that loud...", Nikki´s voice came through the fog of her own headache into her still dazed brain. "Drink this, you´ll be fit within one hour!"
"Are you sure?", Bomber mumbled, taking the mug from Nikki while comparing her pain to a dozen of elephants stamping on her head, then she took a careful sip from the still steaming liquid. "Yaak, what..."
"Coffee, extra strong, a bit of sugar and a few aspirin. That should fight the hangover a bit, unfortunately I can´t offer you some saline drip."
Bomber warped her face in disgust, but bravely took another sip and asked:"Did something interesting happen while I was away?"
Nikki shrugged with her shoulders and fished a bar of Bomber´s emergency chocolate from her covert, opened the wrapping paper and took a bite.
"Buffer did serve some more rounds of tequila later on which explains my glorious headache... But concerning interesting things, I actually wanted to ask YOU about that, after all you had to drag a drunken Spider back to the ship on your own!"
"To be honest, I can´t recall on anything concrete... Some cocktails, tequila, I think I had a bit to much!"
"Memory gaps?! You cant do that to me! What if you saw Spider´s tattoo?! I so want to know what it looks like, but Buffer is refusing to tell me!"
"You could ask him if he takes his shirt off for you!", Bomber said in a flat tone, took the last few gulps from her mug and leaned her head back against the wall, her eyes closed.
"I think he would rather do it for you", Nikki countered and giggled, but immediately did regret her words and bit onto her lower lip.
"How funny..."
"I... I am sorry... I was talking from my mind... but you can´t tell me that you never noticed the looks he shoots at you."
Bomber did not answer and thereby caused a few minutes of silence until Nikki started the topic again:"And you need to admit that he is exercising a certain attraction on you!"
"If he is not hugely annoying or acting like a little kid, you could see a nice, attractive young man in Spider..."
"Yees?", Nikki grinned expectantly and leaned forward, but Bomber was not able to answer as there was a knock on the door and then Buffer appeared in the door gap.
"Hey girls... I don´t want to disturb you, but...
"To late...", Bomber grumbled, touching her forehead, while a wide smile appeared on Nikki´s face and the navigator asked:" What can we do for you?"
"Well, Swaino is still kinda... unconscious and Spider is whining about his itching tattoo, but does not want anybody to take care about it, but as you told me last time, a sore spot can be dangerous and now I want to force him...
"... once again", Bomber answered accusingly, but still nodded. "Give me a few minutes to refresh and dress, then I´ll be there."
"Ok, until then, I will imprison him in the ward room", Buffer said and closed the door behind him. Bomber looked at Nav and rose one eyebrow, and murmured, ere she plagued herself down from the rack:"Well, who is now shooting obvious glances at whom?!"
