cunningas: (other: cry)
The ship is crowded, crammed tight with people shoulder to shoulder and elbow to elbow. They haven't been all pressed in together long enough for too much body heat and too much body scent to become an issue. They only left atmo mere minutes ago, the sensed rather than felt shuddering of the ship against air suddenly ceasing and as that happens it seems the entire collection of humanity pressed together inside the hold lets out one collective breath. They made it out. Now they just have to get away.

Even for the sudden easing of tension, no one speaks. Even for the number of people, there is remarkably little noise. Not enough room to shuffle and move about and no one seems in the mood to talk, not even the children. More than one face holds a rather shell-shocked expression. More than one person is likely still seeing what they left in their mind's eye. Home.

Time to find a new one. )

a story

Aug. 5th, 2008 09:49 pm
cunningas: (other: wide grin and a smile)
He was laughing at her, she knew it.

Oh, it wasn't out loud. He didn't want to have something thrown at his head -- for all the good it'd do, she thought uncharitably. But he was laughing at her, nonetheless, she knew what that twinkle in his too-green eyes meant.

"You could help me find it."

"Oh no," he said, arms crossed as he leaned against the counter, "I wouldn't even know where to begin looking."

She let out a frustrated snort and pushed a lock of hair from her eyes, "uh huh. You think I know? Ever since the move. Can't find anything." It was possible she was dangerously close to sulking.

He walked over behind her and rested his chin on her shoulder, his warm breath tickling her ear. "Is it really something to get so worked up over, lovely?"

"Don't start charming me," she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, "I'm working up a good snit here."

He chuckled and she could feel the vibrations of it against her back, "oh, forgive me. I hadn't noticed."

There was no point in directly replying to that. So she merely stated accusingly, "if you'd just gotten some of those invisible servants to keep everything neat-"

Now he was laughing as he spun her around to face him. "Oh yes, it's all my fault, isn't it? Invisible servants, hmm? Would you like a castle with that?"

She made a face at him, trying not to crack a smile. He'd totally ruined her snit. Or maybe she'd let him ruin it. Whichever. "It couldn't hurt."

"I'll see what I-... Hmmm, lovely?"


He was looking over her shoulder, "isn't that your checkbook lying on top of your purse?"

Her eyes widened and she whirled about, disbelief evident on her features, "but I totally looked there! Twice!"

He started laughing again.

The result of this conversation )
cunningas: (adrien: showing off my chest)
The first thing she noticed when his hand caught hers was that his fingers were sticky. In that brief moment before he pulled her to him, she caught a flash of his far too large grin and his hair all clumped together strangely and sticking out at odd angles. Not only are his fingers sticky she thought as her still-clothed body met his naked one. Then, he was kissing her and there was the taste of something sweet and golden on his lips, in his mouth. "What have you done to yourself?" she asked him, laughing.

He was still grinning at her, "getting sticky obviously and..." he held up one of her hands in his, the one he'd grabbed, and licked all along one of her fingers, "getting you sticky, too." He continued on speaking before she could say anything more to that, "and then I figure we might should clean each other up..."

She, really, had to agree.


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