Day 26
"What're you doing?"
"Well," Desperately tries to hold back her tears, sniffling instead, and perhaps he'll think she's just getting sick. "With you and Teal'c watching all those films—and there's not much for me to do so I—"
"Did you watch the clown movie again?" He approaches her sitting in a clumped pile at the end of her bed, her comforter removed and encasing her body, balls of tissue crumpled on the ground.
"No." She smashed the clown movie and hid the remains in the kitchen garbage. "I asked Samantha for some recommendations and she—"
Has the audacity to chuckle at her, kicking a few used tissues out of the way, much like the bottles he helped her collect yesterday. She thanked him, generously, but they don't really spend the night with each other much, and she doesn't know if it bothers her, or if that it bothering her bothers her.
She woke up with a grand post-intoxication headache and her first round of cramps since The Odyssey became stuck. After bursting into Samantha's laboratory and declaring she needed tampons, not noticing Muscles eyes bloom from sheer horror from the corner of the room, Samantha offered her some movies to watch over the next few days and posed that her cramps could be worse from the prolonged pressures of space.
She hadn't been wrong.
"So, you've burritoed yourself in your blanket and you're watching chick flicks?"
"Do not make fun of me, Cameron." She means it to sound threatening, that the next time he drifts down to kiss her thighs she'll twist her legs around his neck until it pops, but it comes out as a plea with a lingering tear she fought to contain. The pain is extraordinary, she is exhausted, and she thought this movie would be about the ocean.
"Okay."
She snorts in a manner that can only be construed as unattractive and flips the blanket so it piles around her neck, hiding most of her face. He sits next to her, dropping his hand to her thigh which she still might kill him with.
"Hey, it's okay."
"I hate it here," sobs into the blanket, the fabric quickly becoming wet and itchy.
"We all hate it here."
"I feel like it's driving my balls."
"It's driving you nuts."
"Whatever."
He adjusts her, sliding her closer to him, rolled up in the blanket like a fluffy marshmallow. The angle sets her body on fire, and a stabbing pain like a bullet in her side.
"Ah."
"What?" Retracts his hands from her, and that only makes it flare more.
"Nothing, it's just painful."
"What's painful."
"Space. Space is painful and even though we're in here with simulated gravity and air, our bodies will never get used to the pressure exerted out there." Jabs a finger towards the window, accusatory a bit at the beam. "So now when experiencing moon tides, it's—"
"Moon tides? What's that?" The unimpressed glare she offers up as an answer quickly stumbles him upon the answer. "Oh."
"Yes. Oh."
"Well." He snakes a hand under the edge of her comforter and his fingers trail over her knee and up her thigh. Despite knowing his intentions, when he strokes her, it still illicits a shudder. "I know an almost fool proof way to help."