Monday, March 11, 2013
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Kanor finally passed through the
Sickbay doors, the cords of his neck standing out occasionally as each step brought another
flood of pain throughout his body. In
the moment, bedding Skid had been marvelous.
The burning sensation of her nails scoring his back, the way she had
slammed him against surfaces in her eagerness to have him, the grasping,
clutching, bruising feeling of her fingers digging into his flesh. Even now, recalling the events of last night,
he couldn’t stop a grin pulling at his split lips.
“That has got to be the oddest
mixture of pained happiness I’ve ever seen on anyone’s face before. What happened to you, where were you last
night?”
Kanor felt…he wasn’t even sure what
when Marcie came up to him, coming out of the exam room, situated between her
office and the intensive care area of Sickbay.
He had hoped he might be able to dart in without her noticing and have
one of the nurses attend to his injuries; indeed, he spotted Ensign Clarke
behind her getting up from the nurse station, looking extremely disappointed
Marcie had been able to beat her to him.
“I…um…spent the night…elsewhere.”
Comprehension dawned on Marcie’s
face, and immediately a blast shield seemed to drop down over her facial
features. For some reason, Kanor
couldn’t look at her, so he averted his eyes.
“I…I think I may have rebroken a
rib…”
“This way, then. Let’s see what you’ve done.”
Marcie ran her tricorder over his
body silently after Kanor had situated himself on the biobed in the exam room. He forced himself to look at her as she
studied the readouts, the room uncommonly silent. She wouldn’t meet his gaze, though she surely
had to see him looking at her. Her lips
were compressed into a pencil thin line, the ivory skin of her jawline
taut. The developing pain in his chest seemed
to be amplified by the weight of their lack of interaction. He tried to come up with something to say,
even as his reactions to the situation angered him, but she beat him to it.
“Well, you didn’t break it again;
just gave it a really good bruising.
When it was still trying to heal.”
She put the tricorder away and stepped back. “You’ll need to remove your jumpsuit so I can
get to all those bruises and abrasions.
The whole thing, judging from the locations.”
Kanor frowned a bit as Marcie
activated the privacy screening for the room.
Though he had stripped in front of her multiple times at this point-had
grown perfectly comfortable around her in that area, really-he felt…disturbed,
now. He bared his teeth silently a few
times during the process; some of those abrasions seemed to have melded to his
jumpsuit from the holodeck to here.
Marcie at least was busying herself; she had slipped on some gloves and
was fussing through some instrumentation with her back turned.
“I am ready.”
Kanor fumed as Marcie turned around
and wordlessly began tending to his fresh wounds. He felt strangely humiliated. He was a warrior, dammit! He had only known these people for a matter
of days, and besides; he and Marcie were not a couple. Hell, his relationship with Skid wasn’t even
what most would call romantic, though he was certain there was something more than
simple physical gratification there.
“For fuck’s sake, did her talons
have to scrape so deep? This is
ridiculous!”
Kanor mentally winced at Marcie’s
uncharacteristic cursing. His spine
stiffened as he felt her swipe a cleansing and sanitizing agent over the sets
of ten gashes marking his back all over.
Her usual gentleness was certainly not present, nor were her customary
warnings of “this might sting a little”.
He tried to bite his tongue, but couldn’t. He felt indignation flaring up.
“Well it certainly felt good at the
time.”
She stopped, leaving her fingers
pressed against one of the open wounds and creating a burning sensation that
made his throat constrict.
“You WANT me to leave these as they
are?”
“No!”
“Shut the hell up, then, and let me
do my job.”
Kanor sat in a sullen silence on
the biobed as Marcie cleaned the fresh blood from his body, then began applying
the dermal regenerator. He and Skid had
taken a moment to bathe together before leaving the holodeck; he, to remove
certain evidence from his body before going to Sickbay, where Skid had
convinced him to go not understanding his reluctance to, and she, to get ready
for her duty shift. Not all of the
wounds had scabbed over yet, however.
Marcie certainly didn’t spare his bruised ribs as she was taking care of
his front side, despite the boney ridges that protected his chest due to his
Klingon heritage. Skid had found the
ridges on his chest, spine, and feet sexy.
“Well, saying as how Ensign Clarke
is still walking this morning, and Ensign Te’ara was on the overnight shift
last night, I can only assume Skid will be stopping by later today with similar
injuries.”
A rumbling of a growl rattled Kanor’s
throat.
“I don’t see how that is any of
your concern!”
She finally met his eyes for the
first time since first finding out, and Kanor felt a pair of blades stabbing
into his eight-chambered heart in the form of blue orbs.
“No, I suppose it’s not.”
The oppressive silence returned,
and Kanor berated himself for forming an attachment with Marcie that obviously
wasn’t going to go anywhere from the start.
The soreness he had been feeling between his legs was apparently due to
actual deep bruising he had endured down there, not overuse. That had been an awkward few moments as she
tended to that. Marcie finished tending
to the rest of his injuries, leaving the minor ones to heal on their own. Ordering him to remain still, she returned from
the replicator a few moments later with a fresh jumpsuit and a hypospray.
“This is to keep the inflammation
under control, and speed along the healing process. Once a day.
You might want to make...future antics less physically demanding, at
least for a few days. You know, like I
told you to do in the first place when you left here yesterday. I’m not going to bother with a pain
suppressant; maybe that’ll remind you to listen to your Doctor.”
Kanor, pulling on the new jumpsuit
as she talked, was surprised that Marcie seemed to have gotten the measurements
and molecular composition of his jumpsuits down so exactly. The sight of her eyes looking at him as she
said that phrase earlier twisted his insides anew when it sprang up in his
mind’s eye, unbidden.
“I will endeavor to do so.”
Marcie inclined her head slightly;
then, without saying another word, deactivated the privacy screening and headed
back to her office.
Kanor watched her go; trying to
think of something to say, trying to make sense of the writhing thoughts going
through his brain, but unable to do so.
He slammed his fist down against the biobed, taking some small pleasure
in the normally resilient surface denting in.
He clung to the sensations it created in his hand and shot up his arm as
he got to his feet. Ensign Clarke poked
her head around the door, her face lighting up as she saw him still there. The enthusiasm in her voice faltered as his
mood got across to her, however.
“Kanor! Couldn’t stay away from us, huh, big guy? Is…is everything okay…?”
“No, no it is not.”
He pushed his way past her and
stormed out of Sickbay.
*****
Kanor got to his feet as the door
chimes sounded. After returning, he had
taken some time to prepare his quarters for the visitor he was about to
receive, trying not to dwell on the fact Cypher had informed him Marcie had
slept here last night. Apparently she
had also tidied up his quarters while he had been laid up in Sickbay. On one hand, the way she came and went inside
his living space was troubling. On the
other, it was a bit…endearing, that she cared in that fashion.
“Enter.”
Munson stepped in, stopping just
outside the office area Kanor was standing in.
There was a moment as they both looked at each other; each of them
standing with their legs apart, their arms crossed behind their backs, their
chin up just a slight bit. Assessing
each other. Kanor ensuring he didn’t
look like he was in the pain he was in.
“Ensign Munson reporting as
requested.”
No “sir”, slight emphasis on the
word “requested”. Kanor approved of
Munson’s response.
“Have a seat, Ensign. I’d like to discuss our mission to the planet
the other day.”
Kanor hadn’t informed Skid, or Kaz,
he was contacting Munson. But after
returning from Sickbay, his thoughts in turmoil, his temper simmering, he had
to have some sort of outlet for all of this energy. He couldn’t really get his blood pumping in
the gym. He didn’t want to risk injuring
himself again and be forced to go through another awkward situation with the
ship’s doctor. When he was riled up like
this, he couldn’t focus enough to think critically scientifically. Security and tactics were instinctive,
however. And he was positive, unlike
himself, Munson had much better self control.
Munson took the seat at the small
table he had gestured towards; Kanor carefully settled across from him. He wasn’t sure Munson would respond to the
message; figured he might check with Skid or Kaz first, be ordered to stay away
unless “supervised”. Kanor was glad he
hadn’t. This was the first time they had
interacted with each other since the incident at the armory.
“What is there to discuss? I put everything in my log; I was informed
you had been given access to it.”
“I was. I wanted to talk with you about observations
I made during the events. Observations I
didn’t include in MY report.”
Munson frowned, shifting in his
chair, his back straightening even more, impossibly.
“The report which I WASN’T given
access to.”
Kanor kept his expression impassive,
though he was surprised. He had assumed
Munson had been given access to everyone’s logs on the situation like he had
been. Quickly reviewing everything he
had said, he reached out for a PADD, pulled up his report, and then slid it
across the table to Munson.
“Then by all means, feel free to
read.”
Munson took the PADD, glanced at it
for a moment, then returned it to the table.
“You mentioned observations NOT in
your report.”
“Who was responsible for the
majority of the security team’s training?”
Munson’s eyes narrowed.
“Most currently, the late
Lieutenant Sh’lan, who was Chief of Security for the longest period of time
since I’ve been aboard Enterprise. I’m
aware his…doctrines were subpar. One of
my first acts as acting Chief of Security was to begin remedial training for
the security department. It’s…been an
act in progress. I’ve gone over the
initial suggestions you presented to Skid and have been setting things in
motion in regards to those as well.”
Kanor was impressed Munson was
honest about the blatant shortcomings.
He had been expecting denial, anger over wounded pride and the
like. Hoping for, actually, he
realized. He studied the Ensign’s face
for a moment, watched the young man’s teeth seem to grind, watched what he said
next and the way it seemed to leave a bad taste in his mouth.
“If you have professional
suggestions on ways we could improve, I would be open to hearing them. That IS one of the reasons why you’re here,
isn’t it? To consult?”
For the next hour, Kanor and Munson
talked about things that had happened on the mission, and training techniques
in general. Though it was obvious some
of Kanor’s observations grated at Munson’s tolerance, not once did the man lash
out; not even when Kanor baited him intentionally. Munson seemed genuinely interested and
devoted in doing what he could to improve his team, and protect the ship and
her crew. Though Kanor had been hoping
for a fight-if not physical, at least verbally-he found himself instead
developing a grudging respect for the human.
His grasp and understanding of the topic matters was intuitive. With more experience, he would be a
formidable opponent.
“What about the preventative
measures we’ve been taking for our next encounter with the Benders? Has Selorus been in contact with you?”
Munson scowled at mention of the
Romulan’s name.
“Barely. I’ve gathered he and Skid are attempting to
develop something that will block or diffuse their telepathy so we might
actually stand a chance. Not be caught
up fighting illusions. Other than that,
I don’t really have any information to prepare my people with.”
“I gather you’re not exactly fond
of Selorus.”
Munson frowned, thinking over his
next words.
“That was one thing Sh’lan was
trying to dig up information about before, and had a difficult time of doing
so. Selorus’ past.”
Kanor shrugged.
“We’re not exactly a group of
exemplary model citizens from our respective cultures. Besides, Romulans are always surrounded by
secrets.”
“Sh’lan was under the impression
Selorus might have been, if not still was, a part of the Tal Shiar.”
Kanor’s eyebrows leapt up at the mention
of the Romulan secret police organization.
Its existence wasn’t secret; no, more like infamous. Every Romulan citizen held a healthy fear of
the Tal Shiar if they were smart. Its
members, their methods, their capabilities…those were the secrets. The organization was used like a military
force in its own right; not only against hostile nations, but against their own
people.
“They’re not known for their
leniency. If he was a former member,
why….”
“Exactly. If he’s formerly associated with them, how is
he still drawing breath? Sh’lan was an
idiot most of the time, but that was one theory of his I’m more inclined to
believe than doubt.”
Things seemed to rapidly click into
place in Kanor’s brain. Selorus’
confidence in the way he carried himself; his ease with physical combat. The above-average paranoia he exhibited for a
simple science officer. Images of the
advanced bugging equipment that had been in Kanor’s quarters when he had first
arrived flashed through his mind.
“How long has he been aboard
Enterprise?”
“A little over a year. He’s the newest officer to the senior staff.”
“And Kaz chose him, not Stapes?”
“Kaz did, yes. There are more senior science crewmembers,
but Selorus not only was interested in the position, he’s good at it. The last Science officer had nothing but
glowing remarks concerning his performance.”
Kanor’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“And what happened to HIM?”
“SHE was killed. An incident while planetside on a
mission. I wasn’t involved, but Sh’lan
was in charge of the team, and made the executive decision to kill her to
protect the crew. She had contracted
some sort of indigenous virus that hadn’t shown up on our scans. Kaz was furious.”
“Was Selorus involved?”
“No, he was on board
Enterprise. Manning the bridge station
while she was planetside, actually. Her
own recommendation, that he get bridge experience.”
Kanor’s frown deepened. Not likely Selorus was involved, but he had a
hard time ruling it out completely. His
gaze met Munson’s across the table.
Knowing that tidbit of information about Selorus made Munson a target;
he had to know that.
“How many people know about
this…impression of Sh’lan’s?”
“Living? Far as I know, the people in this room.”
Kanor mulled over that and all its
implications for a long moment. Munson
wasn’t stupid; that much was clearly obvious to Kanor now, after the past
hour. Inexperienced, yes, but not
stupid.
“And you told me this because…?”
Munson’s eyes drifted away for a
moment as he sorted out his response, but snapped back to Kanor as he answered.
“I don’t trust you, you haven’t
earned that yet. You’re not a part of
this crew. But you’re clearly good at
what you do, and have experience I don’t.
Yet. Though I don’t like you-I
should think for obvious reasons-it’s clear to me Skid has a higher opinion of
you than she’s willing to admit, and I do trust her. I’ve seen you in action twice, now. If Selorus IS a Tal Shiar agent, you are the
only person aboard this ship I don’t mind giving that information out to.”
Kanor interrupted him.
“Because if he somehow finds out I
know, comes after me, and wins; you’ve gotten rid of me, and know what Selorus
is capable of. Might even be able to
strike at him while he’s distracted. And
if I win…same thing, in reverse. Either
way, you and the people you do trust and like are safe.”
Munson simply stared at Kanor
impassively. Kanor’s respect for
Munson’s capabilities went up a bit higher.
“Assuming he is, why hasn’t he
already taken you out? Before I came
along?”
“I wasn’t a part of Sh’lan’s
crowd. He used me because he knew I was
one of the best damn crew members he had, but he didn’t trust me. He knew where my loyalties lie, as would Selorus. Sh’lan didn’t trust many; Ensign Travers,
that limping woman that…died in the scuffle in Kaz’s office, she was his right
hand gal, amongst other things. She
thought if she stuck to Sh’lan, she could ride him, and his success and
favoritism by Stapes, all the way to an officer’s pay grade. I overheard them talking about Selorus by
accident, and managed to keep the fact I knew what they were doing about
digging into his past a secret. I’m
certain he didn’t tell anyone else, and both of them are dead, thanks to you.”
“Why haven’t you reported it to Kaz?”
“Kaz trusts him, or he wouldn’t
have promoted him to Chief Science officer.
He may already know about Selorus and his past, but trusts that it’s in
the past.”
“And…this doesn’t assuage your
feelings of mistrust for a senior staff member your commanding officer believes
is worthy of trusting, regardless of previous organizations he may have been a
part of?”
“If I’m to be chief of security,
it’s my job to not trust people.
Especially those Kaz does.”
Kanor’s respect for Munson went up
yet again. He filed that information
away in his head and directed their conversation back along the tract it had
originally been on.
“Have you talked to Skid or Selorus
about keeping you more in the loop about these Benders?”
“Selorus replied ‘when you need to
know, I will inform you’. I…haven’t
found a good time to bring it up to Skid yet.”
Kanor gestured towards the PADD
Munson had discarded that had his report on it as he got to his feet. Again, carefully. Too many things hurting in his body right
now.
“Read my report, it’ll at least
give you a description of whatever that thing was. It’s not much, but from what I gather, it’s
more than what everyone else down there saw.”
He paused a moment, then continued.
“I’ll also see to it you get access to ALL the other people’s reports
that were down on the planet. We barely
know anything about these ‘Benders’; you and your people need to know as much
as possible so you can be as prepared as you can be next time we run into them.”
Munson picked up the PADD, albeit
with a sense of trepidation. He looked
up at Kanor, his eyes narrowed slightly.
“Thanks.”
“I’ll see if Skid and Selorus can
be more open with this technology they’re working on developing. Maybe they have good reasons for keeping you
in the dark, but it could also be old habits.
Your predecessor wasn’t well liked, as we all know; they probably tried
to keep him out of things as much as they could. When is your next remedial training session?”
Munson replied without thinking.
“0900.”
“And would this session be open to
outsiders…?”
Munson frowned, seemingly annoyed
at himself by responding to Kanor’s question.
He stood as well, holding the PADD in his left hand.
“In what capacity?”
“Another pair of eyes.”
Munson was silent for a few
moments, his jaw working beneath his skin as he decided.
“Tomorrow’s will be, yes. In the gymnasium.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow in the
gymnasium at 0900, then, Munson.”
Munson hesitated, then awkwardly
stuck out his right hand, arm outstretched.
Kanor had heard of and seen this human custom before, but hadn’t
experienced it himself. He decided to
return it, and took Munson’s right hand in his own. What might have been a…grimace briefly
flashed over Munson’s features, though it was so flitting he couldn’t be
sure. Perhaps he had done it wrong. Munson’s voice didn’t indicate any sort of
emotional response, at least.
“I look forward to it.”
*****
“Kaz INSISTED you NOT meet with
Munson WITHOUT me! Were you picking a
fight AGAIN?”
“Actually, I was, yes.”
Skid threw up her hands in
frustration while making a noise halfway between a growl and a scream. Kanor found the lower half of his body
responding quite nicely to Skid’s presence in his quarters, despite all the
aches and pains, especially now that he knew just how wonderful she looked
without that pesky work suit of hers. He
was sitting in the office at his computer desk when she had stormed into his
quarters, her temper as brightly lit up as her hair.
“What the bloody fookin hell is
wrong with ye! Dammit, Kanor, bloody
fookin DAMN IT!”
“Did you receive a complaint from
Munson about our interaction?”
“No! He simply told me he had already talked with
you when I asked him about a good time to set up a meeting with you. Made me look like a fuckin incompetent!”
“Did you inform Munson not to
interact with me unless accompanied by yourself?”
“No! But ye knew bloody well we didn’t want you
two in the same room with each other after your little DISPLAY…”
“Then maybe, if you had informed
Munson of this wish, our meeting wouldn’t have occurred.”
That brought Skid’s incessant
pacing back and forth to an abrupt halt.
She shot him a fiery look that made his loins flare with desire.
“He’s NOT Sh’lan, you know.”
“I know who the fook he is, thank
you VERY much.”
“Then you shouldn’t keep him out of
the loop on things. If he’s supposed to
be the interim, if not future, Chief of Security, he needs to be informed so he
can do his job.”
“What, one bloody meetin, and the
two of you are now bosom buddies?!”
“It certainly helped me attain a
new…respect for him, yes. Which is why I
question why you’re so angry with me, though I have to admit, it is DAMN sexy.”
Her eyes narrowed and she growled
at him, stepping in closer to stab a finger against his chest. Because of his already bruised and battered
body, it actually hurt.
“Get one thing straight, right
here, and right now. Our…relations last
night do NOT mean you have some sort of right to my body. Or me.”
She stabbed her finger against his
chest again. It hurt. Again.
“So before ye go on thinkin you can
piss me the fook off and still have a slim chance in HELL of getting into my
pants, THINK AGAIN! What part of
‘FRIENDS’ and ‘COMPANIONSHIP’ failed to get through your thick skull?! I’m not your replacement hand!”
Kanor growled, his nostrils flaring
with his own rising anger. Her
implications, her yelling, were pissing HIM off.
“I have NEVER thought of you as
some sort of REPLACEMENT for my hand!
And I am quite capable of understanding companionship!”
“So meeting up with Munson to pick
a fight, AGAIN, was your way of saying ‘hey, Skid, let me show you how
trustworthy I am by going behind your back!’, is THAT it?”
She stabbed her finger against his
chest again as she said the word “that”, and something in Kanor snapped. He leaped to his feet, leaning his face in
towards her as she backed up from his height towering over her.
“NO! It’s because I was FUCKING angry at myself
for hurting someone I realized I cared about!
And I don’t even FUCKING understand why!”
Kanor’s chest heaved, his fists
tightly balled up at his sides as he looked down at Skid with his teeth
clenched. Her eyes were wide, her face
slack with shock and, he was utterly ashamed to see, fear. He felt all the anger get deflated out of him
by that look on her face. He closed his
eyes and turned his face away from her, taking a few steps back until his desk
bit into the back of his legs. He let himself lean on it.
“I’m….I’m sorry…” he mumbled.
Skid was silent at first, but he heard
her step up to him, felt her hand touch a shoulder tentatively. Her voice was soft when she finally did
speak.
“What…what do you mean, you hurt
someone?”
Kanor sighed, trying to make sense
of the thoughts running through his head.
“In Sickbay, when I went to have
Marcie fix me up this morning.”
His eyes were still closed, so he
missed the look of confusion on Skid’s face, but he could hear it in her voice.
“Why would Marcie care if you and
I…?”
He lifted his face and opened his
eyes to look at her.
“Because Marcie and I have
been…sleeping-JUST sleeping-together, every night we could since I came
aboard.”
Skid’s eyes practically bulged out
of her eye sockets.
“MARCIE!? Sweet and innocent MARCIE?!”
“Like I said, it WAS sweet and
innocent. We never did anything, she
never even disrobed fully, we just…cuddled.
Held each other while we slept, sometimes we talked.”
Skid’s eyebrows were practically up
into her own hairline.
“That’s still…wow. I mean…WOW.
I know you love women; you never…?”
Kanor rolled his eyes.
“Of course I find her attractive;
she IS attractive, physically and otherwise.
But…I mean she never seemed to show any interest in me in that
fashion. She even stated once she was
glad I wasn’t trying to just fuck her.
And I mean she actually SAID that word!”
Skid lifted her hand from his
shoulder and placed the palm of it against her face, shaking her head.
“Oh Kanor…”
“She always talked about how we
were going to be great FRIENDS. Not a
couple, not mates, JUST FRIENDS.”
Skid sighed, removing her hand from
her face and looking at him, a look of…disappointment seeming to be on her
features.
“You’re absolutely hopeless
sometimes. Tell me what happened this morning.”
Kanor retold the events of that
morning in Sickbay to Skid, and how he had felt uncomfortable with Marcie’s
reaction to the news of their fun-filled evening and the anger it had roused
within him. How, unable to vent that
frustration out in any other fashion he was more accustomed to, he had contacted
Munson, hoping to incite the security officer into a verbal altercation to blow
off some steam.
“I’m sure my stopping by Sickbay
during my break didn’t help matters any either…I thought she must have just had
a bad day…”
Skid proceeded to tell him of her
own run-in with Marcie. Her moodiness,
her uncharacteristic sullen, brusque behavior while taking care of the worst of
Skid’s wounds before passing her off to Ensign Clarke.
“And SHE was in a snippy mood
herself. I thought it was something
between the two of them; I suppose that’s not entirely off the mark. Well, aren’t you quite the Casanova…”
“The what…?”
“Nevermind. Look, ye said you realized ye hurt her, and
it made you angry; that you cared about her.
Why didn’t ye say something last night…?”
Kanor shrugged.
“I didn’t think to. Marcie and I were just friends. It wasn’t until afterwards I wondered HOW she
would take it…”
“…and when ye saw that she was
taking it badly, and was hurt by it, it made YOU upset and angry because…?”
Kanor frowned. What was the point of this line of
questioning?
“Because I don’t want her to be
upset and hurt because of me…?”
“Boyo, it sounds to me like you’ve
got a lot of thinking to do.”
Kanor’s brow furrowed even further.
“Thinking? About what?”
“About what yer intentions are, and
what yer feelings are concerning Marcie.”
“I don’t see why I need to be
thinking about those more in depth. If
anything, I think I’d like to FORGET about those thoughts, not dwell on them.”
“Which is precisely why ye need to
be thinkin on them.”
Kanor looked at her in
consternation, but she didn’t explain herself further.
“You’re right. We need to include Munson more in what’s
going on; he’s NOT Sh’lan. I’ll see to
it he’s more involved in what’s going on, and…”
Kanor interjected, convinced to
make some of the headway he had wanted to in her visit. Anything that wasn’t talking about Marcie
even more.
“He hasn’t gotten the clearance to
review all of the reports on the incident back on that planet. AND we should BOTH be more involved in the
development of this stop-measure against the Benders.”
Skid nodded, making her way over to
the foyer of his quarters as she did.
“Ayup, yeah, you’re right. I’ll make sure te talk with the rest of the
senior staff tomorrow; ensure we all realize how he’s being shunned based off
of the norm we’ve adopted under a different regime. He’ll have access to those reports, too.”
He had followed her from the office
to the entrance, where she stopped and turned towards him, looking up at
him. Her expression was warm, the
corners of her mouth turning up in a slight smile.
“Thank you, Youngblood, for
bringing it up. I’m sorry I got so
bleedin antagonistic; I thought ye were up to yer old tricks.”
Kanor stepped closer, reaching up
to touch her left cheek lightly with his right hand.
“Skid, I…”
She stood up on her tiptoes and
planted a light kiss to his lips as she wrapped her arms around him and gave
him a quick hug. His nostrils were filled
with that scent of hers; earthy and wildflowery.
“Good night, Kanor.”
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- Erratic Writer
- These will all be original short stories, novellas, one-offs, fan fictions, serials, and possibly even novels written by me, the Erratic Writer. These will mostly be science fiction, fantasy, or paranormal in genre. Each post will be prefaced by an introduction by me as well, to explain what follows.
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2 comments:
I need to know what is going to happen next!
I was thinking the same thing!!!
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