*fidgets in lift, going to deliver Admiral's laundry*
*feeling guilty -- among other things -- about botched "assasination" attempt*
*knows the Admiral isn't exactly dumb, probably found out about the incident, wouldn't be surprised if Dillard even ratted her out*
People would kill to be in my position. They would kill me! What is my problem? This is probably the best damned thing that's happened to me since I set foot on this God-forsaken tub...
*gets off at officers' quarters, steels self and chimes Admiral's door*
*is just past the credits when doors chimes*
*doesn't bother pausing movie*
*swings legs up to rest on edge of desk with ankles crossed*
*steps in, offering a weak smile*
*tries desparately to ignore the easy, cat-like sprawl and those damned civvies*
Just kill me now...
*clears throat and motions to laundry in hand* I'm just going to, um... *motions around the room, towards dresser and closet*
*shuffles over and starts folding items, stashing them away in their rightful spots, moving quickly and efficiently*
*glances over at her every once in a while*
*knows she's got something on her mind, but waits for her to crack*
*knows it won't be long*
*acutely aware of him looking over as she works*
*fumbles over a couple of pairs of socks*
*throws last pair in the drawers and closes it with a little more force than necessary*
*hangs up dress shirt just so, folds to the pants over another hanger*
*starts to almost itch at the silence, but can't think of anything to say*
*is incredibly amused at Secorro's tenseness*
*ignores movies altogether and just watches her*
*can't quite help smiling, just a little*
*finishes smoothing down leathers, closes closet doors*
*gathers up dirty laundry and turns, fake smile plastered on*
Ok, all done! See you next week, Admiral.
*gives him a little wave and moves towards the door...*
*puts on 'Admiral Sex' voice (as his underlings call it)*
*allows self to be pulled back, stands between his knees, looking down at his hand wrapped around her own wrist*
I come here and we fuck. That's the bottom line. I mean, I call you "Admiral" when we're... *trails off and shakes her head*
You haven't taken me as yours. And we're not -- God forbid -- in a relationship. *mumbles* Whatever that is.
*looks at him for a long moment, then reaches out to run a hand through his hair*
*quietly* What do you call this? Us? Our... arrangement?
I call this an understanding.
*takes her other hand and holds it*
When I visit a whore or a slave, I don't see them as people. They're a means to an end and nothing more. They're less than a person.
I don't see you as less.
*bring her hands up and kisses each one lightly*
If you want to be taken, ask. If you want something more, ask. Don't be afraid to ask something, anything, of me.
*feels heart do a strange... something*
*swallows hard* I, um, wow.
*looks down at own hands in his* You would take me?
*kisses her hands again, smiles against them*
*looks up at her*
Do you want to be taken?
*eyes widen, just stares at him for a few seconds*
*nods slowly, whispering* Yes.
Though I didn't know until just now...
*lets go of her hands, brings hands up to cup her face*
*leans in, brushes lips against hers*
*whispers* Then you're mine.
*wraps her arms around Tucker's waist and melts against him*
*takes a few minutes to just look at him, can't really believe this is happening, but is happy, happier than has been in months, maybe even years*
*leans up and kisses him soundly, wrapping a leg up and around his waist, would be nice to be horizontal, oh, about 5 minutes ago*