I haven't felt this weak in a very long time. And the pain, now that was another story. The first thing I noticed besides the fact that she had pulled me down a forty foot hallway, and she's about a hundred thirty pounds, but she lifted me onto the table, and ran better triage then most battlefield medics.
She smells like vanilla again. Man that smell gets me going every time, but back to what I remember. It's all still fuzzy…
I remember her yelling at me. I remember pain, then her voice, soft and comforting. When the hell did I get this lucky?
"Ready?" she asks me as she helps me sit up. Fuck the world is spinning again. "It's the poison, it's affected your neurological functions. Close your eyes it'll pass."
"What the hell else is supposed to do?" I growl.
"It was supposed to kill you smart ass and you should be grateful it didn't." Okay she had me there, she's right and I'm not gonna push it. I'm to weak to try that.
It takes us forever to reach my room and damn she cleaned it. "Damn Jack, those old crones really taught you to be a regular cleaning lady." I say cause even though I'm down I'm not out.
"Remember Riddick, that's not all they taught me." she smirks, yeah baby I know…
"Aw look, you fluffed my pillows…Yeah I didn't forget…tongue kissing girls, shaking that ass, and yes you have a damn fine ass Jack, and how to relax a man…" I tell her as she sits me on the edge of the bed. "The whole making out with a girl is definitely a turn on Jack. I couldn't not say that."
I'm suddenly fucken exhausted and every muscle is screaming. "Want help to the bathroom I've put clean clothes, a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, your fever might rise again, I'd put it on." She says turning on the light. "I'll be right back."
It takes me twenty fucken minutes to take a piss and change. By the time she gets back I'm leaning against the door ready to drop. I want to finish that comment on the dancing thing and but the room is spinning again, "Help."
I hate asking for help but this is Jack and we're partners. Jack I can handle. She helps me to sit on the bed, and I say with a completely straight face, "Damn fine show at the club Jack, damn fine.."
I had to go there, and cop a feel as she's trying to get me into bed.
"Watch it buster or I'll complain to management." She quips. God I love this woman for putting up with that comment. "Oh, you loved it when I danced with one didn't you?"
"Uhuh Jack, that was fucken amazing. Her touching your ass, feeling you up. Hot."
"Which do you prefer, watching, or not watching?" she asked pulling the blankets up to my waist and easing me down like a baby.
"Definitely not watching." I say and squeeze my eyes shut. "I shouldn't have said that."
She's asking me if I wanted to kiss her and this is not what I want to talk about but fucking with her is so much fun. I've got to keep her safe and fucking her isn't doing that. She's got to know I'm an animal and can't be trusted.
"Why? I'm a hot bitch right?" she says and I know she's remembering what the mercs said the other night. "Why shouldn't you? I've been programmed to please, to entice, to tease. It's only normal for a man to respond to that."
"Jack." I try and say to calm her down. She's been through a lot and she's coming down off the adrenaline. This is not how I wanted to talk about this. Shit.
She's freaking out now. I understand why, she's had to be strong, and not think about what happened and now that she knows I'm gonna be all right she's freaking out. It happens. "Really? Is there something fucking wrong with me? I mean other than the fact that I've been constantly fucking told that I'm either not fucking good enough, too fucking good or so fucking good that I wouldn't be fit for anything fucking meaningful. What's worse is that no matter how fucking hard I seem to try nothing fucken works right and I've about fucking had it."
She's screaming and not really paying attention to what she's saying.
"Jack." I say padding the bed and watch as she plops down beside me ready to ball her eyes out. I'm about this close to breaking out hysterical. "Did you realize in that little pissy fit you said "fuck" nine times?"
She looks at me with a face I can only describe as bordering on maniacal. "Shut up. You made me like this."
"Me? Aw Jack come on. Fucking is just the beginning of the fun." I say, laughing at her.
"Jack come here." I say in a quiet, calm voice. My foster mother used to use it when she wanted to make a point and no offense to hysterical Jack, I need her to listen. "Let me tell you something."
"What?" she says exhausted.
"You kiss just fine." I tell her, and honestly it's better than fine. It's fantastic, but right now she's looking for the simple answer. "Better than fine."
"You don't mean that. It was all a game. Every fucken thing is." She tells me and I know she's wondering if all that shit the other night was just bullshit.
I had to think about it for a while but by the time I realized it wasn't the poison had made me pretty fucked up.
I can see it in her eyes. She's gonna bolt and go inward. Not this time princess. "Hey. Don't go, I'm not finished."
I might not have a whole lot of strength but I'm gonna make a point. The hand I have that works grabs her and my lips touch hers very gently. She is shocked I'm strong enough to do this and when mine touch hers, her sigh is all the encouragement I need. Man she missed me, her heart is beating fast, I can tell because my hand is cupping her face and my palm feels it like a drum beat.
She like it, and I'm not one to disappoint. Her moan against me is thanks enough and I think I've made my point. "I kissed you last night," I say alternating kissing her neck and throat, "because, yes it was convenient, but also," then I nip her ear lobe, which is my personal favorite cause it makes her squirm so easily. "because I wanted to. Damn Jack I've wanted to for a fucking long time."
Suddenly I'm as weak as a damn baby again.
"Okay." She says completely flustered. I love doing that. Makes them wonder what the hell just happened. "Okay then. I'm gonna clean the med lab now, and be back. Want anything?"
"I could drink something and rest, you wore me out." I have to say cause its true and however that may suck I won't lie.
"Right," she smiles. "Like I believe that. Remember something for me." she asks and she's got that wicked I'm gonna fuck with you grin.
"Sure kid." I say waiting for the smart ass comment.
"When I wear you out, you'll know it."
"Promises, promises." I quip. Damn if that didn't feel good.