Prompt: Think of me
(language warning)
The flash was blinding, instant. Spots appeared before his eyes as he shut them tightly.
"What the hell, Williams?" Joker demanded bringing a hand to his lambasted eyes as Williams lowered her omni-tool.
Ashley's laugh was musical even in Joker's irritated state and that only served to irritate him more. He wasn't risking his damn career for a piece of NCO ass. It didn't matter that the NCO in question had a mighty fine ass, and he usually couldn't take his eyes off of it.
It surprised then aggravated him when he realized he was thinking about getting involved with her at just her laugh.
No. No. No. No. No.
He'd been practicing being stand-offish, and she seemed to think that meant he wanted her in his personal space. What the serious fuck was that all about? The majority of the women on this ship had run immediately for high ground - helped that he outranked most of them. Why couldn't she take the hint?
His omni-tool beeped a message at him, and he wondered who the hell had the frequency on board because he sure as hell hadn't given it out. Spots gone, he glared at Williams from across the table before calling up his messaging program. She only grinned and went back to eating. And damn it if that little grin warmed something around his heart.
No. No. No. No.
Cold heart. Not thinking of Ashley Williams, damn it.
The message was from Ashley. ...the fuck?It was the picture she'd just taken of him with his mouth open about to bite into his chow. He frowned as she chuckled at him. Didn't she have anything better to do? Like go the hell away?
"How the hell did you get my frequency?" he asked as he shut off his 'tool.
She shrugged. "Pre-programmed when Requisitions gave me a new one," she told him. "Something about everyone having everyone's frequency in case of ship wide communications failure. Or if the Captain was on a tear." She shook her head with a chuckle. "I heard Anderson was a hard ass, but damn."
"Well, un-program it," he told her curtly and her smile faded. He had to restrain himself from apologizing. Which made his mood that much more dour. The Joker didn't apologize for anything. The Joker was the best at everything, and the Joker was not about to feel sorry for ruining her mood as much as he liked to see her smile.
Hell no.
"Damn, you've been grouchy lately," she groused, calling up her 'tool and doing as he ordered.
He didn't answer and let the silence loom over them before he finally spoke up again. "What was the holo for?"
"I get holos of everyone I meet," she told him. "Why not? They could be gone tomorrow." She said nothing more, tucked into her chow a little more aggressively.
He snorted. Sentimental bullshit. And his mouth had been wide open in that shot. Why at the mess and not on the bridge?
Joker watched her eat, his stare bold. Ashley hovered over her food like most marines he'd met, but there was something different about the way she held herself.
He grinned, ruthless, as he snapped a shot of her mouth open and sent it to her. It frustrated him when she didn't get vain about it but laughed heartily.
