Scene 10 – Countering with Capo Ferro
"Think you can manage that?" Darmas said, and her head cleared a bit. Vacy nodded, and he set the control pad aside and took out a roll of bandages and a bottle of bluey-green goo. "These aren't anything special," he said, tearing off a small strip, "but they're self-adhering, which is useful. The key is the ointment, which when applied over the bandage, is absorbed over a more extended period. It reduces inflammation, minimizing scars and helping bruises heal faster, and more importantly, decreases the risk of secondary infection."
He turned her arm palm-up and placed the strip of cloth against the inside of her wrist. His fingers brushed back and forth over the cloth, and Vacy felt bumps rising on her skin all up both arms.
"It's important to maintain steady pressure for a little bit, to let the adhesive create a seal," Darmas said, his voice low. He paused, but didn't let go. "That's the last of it."
Vacy took a breath. "'Kay, an' now, I hafta say I am sorry, an' I should be, cuz I did it a'purpose," she blurted out, looking down at her knees.
He frowned. "Did… what?"
"Fusterated you," she mumbled. She looked up, and her eyes blazed hungrily. "An' I meant to. I wanted to make you's crazy an' turned-around an' upside-down as I've felt since – well, I guess since you first looked at me. I wanted you to feel like the room was spinnin' an' you couldn't stand up or you'd fall down. I wanted you, Darmas." Her breath shuddered through her. "I want you. An' it worries me, a bit, cuz I can't think straight when I'm with you, an' I wanna say f'get Skavak, f'get the ship, f'get everything, just stars, why won't you touch me-"
And then she found that she couldn't say anything else, which would've been a bad thing, except that it was a good thing because finally, finally he was kissing her, and his mouth was firm and hot and she melted against him with a whimper, and he slipped his arms around her, fingers cool against her skin above her hips.
He rumbled something deep in his throat, and it might have been her name, but she honestly didn't care. They struggled together, each straining for more, and her belt dug at her waist, and when she wriggled to a slightly-more-comfortable spot he moaned, and so she did that again, and he kissed her even more fiercely and he touched her, and she gasped and cried out –
Darmas pulled back a moment. "Vacy?" he asked between breaths, looking worried.
She reached up and grabbed the neck of his tunic. "If you even think about stopping now, I will CUT you."
Hair mussed, eyes snapping, still breathing heavily, Darmas smiled. "You," and he nibbled the side of her neck, "are magnificent."
Vacy sighed luxuriously, arching against him. "Mm. I'm just getting warmed up," she returned.
But further conversation was cut short.