Ok, THIS is uncomfortable. Both in the physical and emotional sense of the
term. We'd been stuck on a Mother ship that was crawling with replicators
and we HAD to get out. The only problem was that escape pods where our only
hope. Wait, scratch that, make it POD. As in one. Uno. And there where two
of us. One, two. Right. This is VERY uncomfortable. But in a strange sense,
I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. He had gotten the idea of the pods,
wrapped his arms around me and yanked me in here. So, now were whizzing
through space waiting for my dad to come pick us up. We found this really
cool GPS type thing (great, now I'm starting to talk like him) that's for
all of space. We radioed Dad and switched the device on, and now all we
have to do is hope he gets he before our air runs out. Real fun. Did I
mention this was uncomfortable?
"So. Carter."
"Yessir?"
"How much air do we got?"
"About three hours."
"Right. Comfy?"
"As much as possible considering. . ."
Oh you have NO idea. Effectively I'm lying on him, with my head on his shoulder. Plus with his arms still around me, I defy anyone to complain. Well, you can complain about the super hard stuff that this stupid pod is made out of, that I'll give you. It is really hard. So, he just starts saying random stuff. Just to break the silence I guess.
"Yes, we're flying through space, in a box. A funny shaped box. A funny shaped box with very little padding. Yes. Flying through space. . . . Carter?"
"Yes Sir?"
"Oh I don't know. I sure don't want to be in here for three hours in silence. I'm just making conversation."
"Yes Sir."
"Carter!"
"What?!"
"Talk about something!"
"Well I don't know what to talk about."
"That's a first."
"What is sir?"
"That you don't have anything to say. Normally your spouting off stuff that I couldn't dream of getting"
"You could understand it sir, you're definitely not stupid."
"Why thank you Cart-OW!"
"OOF"
"What! Was that!"
"We probably hit a rock or something."
"Right, well, um, your elbow is kind-of right, ow. If you could move it there, right. Up more. Ah, ha. Thanks. . . ."
Now, see, if before was uncomfortable, now is SO uncomfortable it is just wrong. Our faces are less then two inches apart and his arms are still around me, our legs are a big enter tangled mess and the only part of our bodies that aren't pressed together is our faces. Ok, so maybe its not THAT uncomfortable.
"Carter?" He breathes
"Yessir?"
His eyes are dark and deep. Something in them just makes me look into the chocolaty depths of him.
"Would it be entirely inappropriate of me if I were to kiss you right now?"
"I, uh, Wel. . . ."
I really didn't have to finish that thought, because he was already there. It was the most mind numbing experiences. I don't even remember what he did what whatever it was I sure appreciate it. Here I are, flying through space, kissing my C.O. Who knows how long we where in there, Making out to a point. Its not like we had an abundance of space to move around in. When we separated, two things simultaneously occurred. We both kind-of half- laughed/smiled a bit, and there was a huge jolt. He hugged me tighter to him, no words needed to be said. Then there was a bright light of light, and then all movement ceased.
~Thud~
That was us, (in the pod) hitting the deck of dads cargo ship. All was still for a bit, then Jack whispered,
"We'll talk later ok?"
"Ok."
There was a big kowooshing sound and we where engulfed in light. I'll bet Dad had an interesting view when the doors opened, Me, and a colonel in the USAF snuggled up to each other, and holding each other like they where the last person alive, AFTER flying through space, in a funny shaped box with very little padding.
"So. Carter."
"Yessir?"
"How much air do we got?"
"About three hours."
"Right. Comfy?"
"As much as possible considering. . ."
Oh you have NO idea. Effectively I'm lying on him, with my head on his shoulder. Plus with his arms still around me, I defy anyone to complain. Well, you can complain about the super hard stuff that this stupid pod is made out of, that I'll give you. It is really hard. So, he just starts saying random stuff. Just to break the silence I guess.
"Yes, we're flying through space, in a box. A funny shaped box. A funny shaped box with very little padding. Yes. Flying through space. . . . Carter?"
"Yes Sir?"
"Oh I don't know. I sure don't want to be in here for three hours in silence. I'm just making conversation."
"Yes Sir."
"Carter!"
"What?!"
"Talk about something!"
"Well I don't know what to talk about."
"That's a first."
"What is sir?"
"That you don't have anything to say. Normally your spouting off stuff that I couldn't dream of getting"
"You could understand it sir, you're definitely not stupid."
"Why thank you Cart-OW!"
"OOF"
"What! Was that!"
"We probably hit a rock or something."
"Right, well, um, your elbow is kind-of right, ow. If you could move it there, right. Up more. Ah, ha. Thanks. . . ."
Now, see, if before was uncomfortable, now is SO uncomfortable it is just wrong. Our faces are less then two inches apart and his arms are still around me, our legs are a big enter tangled mess and the only part of our bodies that aren't pressed together is our faces. Ok, so maybe its not THAT uncomfortable.
"Carter?" He breathes
"Yessir?"
His eyes are dark and deep. Something in them just makes me look into the chocolaty depths of him.
"Would it be entirely inappropriate of me if I were to kiss you right now?"
"I, uh, Wel. . . ."
I really didn't have to finish that thought, because he was already there. It was the most mind numbing experiences. I don't even remember what he did what whatever it was I sure appreciate it. Here I are, flying through space, kissing my C.O. Who knows how long we where in there, Making out to a point. Its not like we had an abundance of space to move around in. When we separated, two things simultaneously occurred. We both kind-of half- laughed/smiled a bit, and there was a huge jolt. He hugged me tighter to him, no words needed to be said. Then there was a bright light of light, and then all movement ceased.
~Thud~
That was us, (in the pod) hitting the deck of dads cargo ship. All was still for a bit, then Jack whispered,
"We'll talk later ok?"
"Ok."
There was a big kowooshing sound and we where engulfed in light. I'll bet Dad had an interesting view when the doors opened, Me, and a colonel in the USAF snuggled up to each other, and holding each other like they where the last person alive, AFTER flying through space, in a funny shaped box with very little padding.