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@hhemeraa from x

“I could stab you right in the throat right now, if you prefer.”

She could have gone and took the polite, proper, ethical side of the road, insisting that he should be treated as soon as possible and why... but in all honesty, something told her that it wouldn’t mean a thing to him. For some reason Hemera seemed to be offended at her and Jamie couldn’t quite understand why, even if she had sacrificed a lot of time thinking about it. 

For what she heard, observed and already witnessed first hand, this particular man was a stubborn asshole when he put his heart on it, excelling at pissing people off or making them feel bad about themselves. She was decided to not fall into his game, and if he didn’t want to clarify the situation, what she had done that was so wrong to deserve this sort of treatment, then so be it.

Crossing her arms and staring at him, she wondered just for how long he was going to keep up this bullshit. The faster she treated the injuries, the lower the damage would be.

“No one else is going to treat you here, and you aren’t allowed to leave the Med Bay in that condition... and I have a lot of time to wait for you.”

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“Mm, too big means they just go to waste. I like small. Small and soft.”

She’s just way too pliable, really.

“What’s the matter? It’s not like I have my hand down your pants.” But he retreats anyway because he likes sitting with her in public. Huff.

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“You are really tame, actually. Is it because I let you touch my boobs or because you want to touch them so you do what I say? So this is how it feels to have the upper hand...”

Not that she didn’t know how this game worked, she was just playing fool. For the laughs, for the heck of it, just to kill some time, since Porthos seemed to take everything so well, like a champ.

“What are you willing to do to get your hand down my pants, I wonder...”

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“Hah. Don’t worry, only the most privileged get to see this dick. So consider yourself lucky, just like I count myself lucky that I get to see these.” 

Titty grab.

“And play with them. They’re delightfully perfect.”

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“I... I wouldn’t say they are perfect... aren’t they kind of--- small? You sure look like the kind of guy that likes large breasts...”

Arches her back towards him either way, lets him touch all he wants.

“We shouldn’t be doing this in such a public place, anyone could come in at any given moment...”

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“Everyone has an image of me when they first see me,” a smirk. “It’s kinda hard not to. I think the most common one I get is an aggressive, oversized dimwit.”

And he knows this because they tell him, usually. Once they realise he’s not and the shock that he’s mostly just an oversized, mild mannered dick has worn off.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul that you think I’m cute.”

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“It’s the most natural thing, right? First impressions are terrible. But if it makes you feel better, I think you have an impressive amount of wit... and dick. You have a really cute shaped dick. I hope you can take that to your grave, too.”

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Oh.

“Nah, I got time to kill. How am I strange? I’m a cool guy. I’ll have you know I kill aliens and doesn’t afraid of anything.”

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She laughs, relieved he wants to stay. At least he’s doing so because he wants to, not because he feels like she’s keeping him there.

“You sure do, big boy. Well, dunno... I think I had this image of you that you keep destroying the more I know you? Then again you are much more than what I imagined--- in the best way there is, of course. Sometimes you are the cutest big bear in consideration ville and then you’re a dick, making fun of short people? Not that I don’t enjoy it, but please don’t tell this to anyone.”

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“Oh.”

“It’s not stupid. It’s…kinda cute actually.”

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“You sure are a strange guy, huh... but I guess that, if you weren’t, we wouldn’t be like this right now. Say, shouldn’t you be working or playing with the other boys right now? You can go.”

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“Girlfriend?”

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“Yes, you know, I think I used the wrong choice of words for that, sorry. Just let me know whenever I get too stupid.”

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“You’re…small. Compared to me, I mean. You look small.”

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“Of course I am. I was just kidding, alright? The second I turn into a psycho girlfriend, you tell me… I mean… well, you know what I mean, buddy. You are a fucking massive, after all, we are all midgets in comparison.”

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“What can I say? It’s hard not to be when literally everyone around me is a midget.

“I can’t help it “

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“Am I a midget too?”

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@saoirsees

“You are unexpectedly villainesque towards midgets, aren’t you?”

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     Porthos did exactly as she requested, blindly stumbling his way over to her bed while his attention was focused on her. Her lips on his, her warm skin against his still clothed, her legs gripping his hips tightly as he moved. Everything about her zeroed in his focus, and he nearly fell over when he kicked the edge of the bed. 

     But he made it without causing either of them injury, and let them both fall forward. He braced himself enough so that he didn’t hurt her with his weight as they went down, before letting his hands return to their free roaming of her body. 

     He’d picked up on her insistent tugging of his clothes though, and he shifted Jamie bodily up the bed until her head hit the pillow and he was able to pull back a little without falling off. 

     Without any sort of fanfare, Porthos’s jacket was yanked off and tossed aside, and he sat up on his knees just long enough to have his singlet follow. He leaned in again and kissed Jamie with the same sort of desperate want that had saturated their first encounter, groaning low in his throat when he felt her warm body press against his bare skin. 

     Porthos broke the kiss first, but didn’t stop what he was doing. Instead, he moved to her neck and jaw, trailing light bites and kisses down towards her collarbone as his hands roamed freely. Just like the first time, he all but devoured her body with the intent of giving her everything he possibly could, wanting to hear her sing under his hands and mouth. 

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His weight felt amazing on her, all over her, even knowing he was being careful not to crush her -obviously he wasn’t as light as she felt him when he landed on her, but damn, this was amazing either way-, and she did her part by clinging at him for dear life, keeping him close and closer, moving against him, kissing him, tasting him. The only reason she allowed the momentarily separation was to have him getting rid of that excess of clothing that was on the way. This time around she had thought it through and chose a skirt instead of pants like their first time together, although it’d have been faster to just be naked and ready (by now she could felt the skirt up on her waist, her legs about as open as they could be).

Her fingers first combed the little hair on his head to just clutch some of it and pull it playfully as she arched her back and threw her head back to expose herself to him, ready to be devoured. Lips parted letting the moans escape, the nails of her other set of fingers gently digging on the flesh of his shoulder.

She knew what was coming, she had had a taste before and she was shivering with anticipation, wishing for immediate satisfaction but also knowing just how amazing it was to build the tension and to release it in the most violent and glorious way. Porthos was an excellent lover and she just wanted to be touched and feel wanted... which he never once stopped delivering.

Slowly, gently, she pushed him down and down, trying perhaps to not be as obvious but not caring completely about being clear about what she wanted... or where she wanted him.

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Jamie had tried to keep a straight face even while feeling like he was getting bigger -in more than one sense. It had been hard to breath normally, her lips dry and her tongue quick to wet them right before they got covered with his own. What a nice way to drown the loud gasp and the coming moans, his palm seemed to spread fire on her skin and she was automatically craving for more.

She wanted to be devoured once more, tasted both quickly and slowly, licked, bitten, taken. She wanted to be claimed, to be touched, to be held, to be fucked as hard as he fucked her that last time. And, boy, he had it in him to make her go wild with just one kiss.

Her hips shaking with anticipation, her whole body more than ready to sweat and move, the way he easily lifted her like she weighted nothing catching her by surprise yet she managed to act quick and wrap her legs around him, breaking the kiss just to breathe and devouring the navigator’s lips with new found need short after.

No one before had treated her like this, with such sentiment, with such tenderness yet so roughly. She wanted to pay him back with the same coin, and breaking the kiss once more she hissed a harsh take me to the bed before sucking on Porthos’ lower lip, working on his clothes as much as she could in the position she was in.

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That caught her off guard completely. Not only finding out that kid was this man’s fighter -which makes them quite an odd pair if you asked her- but also the change in the mood it brought. Porthos’ changed completely in matters of seconds to go back to be his usual self when he -obviously- noticed what had happened. No, maybe this wasn’t his usual self, maybe he was just playing it cool in front of her. Not that Jamie would blame him for doing it, everyone did it.

But that sort of proved that they didn’t even know how their usual self were. Oh well, they knew the shape of their most intimate parts so it wasn’t such a loss. However, seeing that side of Eliott even if for a minute changed something in this whole exchange of words, as meaningless as it was. She had seen the fire in his eyes and it was about the same she had saw that day when they kissed for the first time.

That was a nice sight. She wanted more of that.

“Of course I took good care of him. But now I think I want to take good care of you... again.”

Eyes fixed on his, she began to boldly unbutton her shirt. Yes, she was nervous, but she was ten times more excited and 100% ready for this. She didn’t want to talk, he wasn’t there for tea and scones. They were together in that moment to fuck and that was exactly what they were going to do. The shirt came off easily, revealing her breasts. She said nothing else, not once breaking the visual contact, waiting for his reaction.

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The butterflies in her stomach could bring her to her knees, but also kept her smiling the whole time. She was happy. Just happy. That was enough.

Observing the man’s movements, Jamie stood still, facing him, looking at him right in the eyes -which casually met time and again- and took the compliment with gracious, giving a small bow that aimed to be comical instead of too serious. He was so adorable when he started rambling! Her smile opened revealing teeth that had once sank into that covered skin before her, the room was suddenly smaller with the memories of what happened back then at that time.

“Cheap wine in a fancy restaurant sounds like a waste. Cheap wine in a miserable room inside a spaceship sounds ideal at this point in my life... but I won’t hold it against you this time.”

Jamie held her tongue before she could start taking about next times that maybe wouldn’t happen. She felt her heart aching for a reason she wouldn’t deal with right in that moment -or in any other, she refused to go through that again-, but his question brought her back to a better place.

Suddenly awkward while just standing there, the eye contact broke and she leaned over her desk, arms crossed as her brows furrowed to denote she was thinking about it, wondering what kind of event would be worth bring up. A soft hum left her throat and suddenly she came up with a response.

“Well, there’s this young fellow that came in with a cut the other day? He wouldn’t stop talking, it was amazing? But at the same time it was too much and I kind of put him to sleep so I could give him some stitches? Normally fighters are all big macho assholes that either look down on me and treat me like a sandwich maker or try to make a move? But this one was completely different. I have no idea how he hasn’t been chew already.”

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Time had been kind with her this time around, passing by quickly and without her even noticing. It was a nice change from previous days when it felt a day lasted a whole week, with or without work to do. She was absolutely charmed by Porthos and there was no reason why to deny it at all, they were both grown ups that had made the decision to keep each other company... as in have really hot and addictive sex. What was wrong with that? Well, maybe the context, the timing, the rules of the place they had met and were interacting in, the fact she was actually married...

That left her a bitter taste in her mouth. Being reminded of her husband always did that to her, even if they had somehow shared some decent time together, even if they once had plans to start a family and be happy. But life is ever changing, and the surprises it gives sometimes destroy people’s dreams and planned futures. Would Porthos be mad if he found out she had lied by omission about her marital status? 

On a second thought, why was she feeling guilty? They weren’t serious about each other. This was casual sex. This was mindless flirting. This was something Eliott acted on pure instinct when he saw something he liked and went to pick it up. It was nature. It was the crave for instant satisfaction. It was the need for warmth and company. It was nothing else... but they couldn’t act like teens in lust like nothing else mattered and they had nothing to lose, because it was the exact opposite.

His arrival found her glued to the mirror, fixing her appearance for the eleventh time, trying to look as good as possible. She had to laugh at herself for even going to the point of making the effort to look cute in clothes that were going to be left forgotten on the floor in no time... but hey, it was fun to play lovers, to dress up, to look forward to something. And that something was a possible expression on Eliott’s face when he saw her as she opened the door.

“A date we have, indeed. Come in, come in. No one knows you are here, yes?”

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The cheesiest line, yet she laughed with him. Was Porthos that funny? He was damn perfect in her opinion. Part of the woman relaxed at how easy it was to convince him to wait for a few more hours -she had know some really nasty assholes in her time that wouldn’t take a no for an answer-, yet the rest of her couldn’t rest just now, knowing that they were going to meet again that same day with some more intimate plans in mind.

“You will get some tonight, navigator, so rest as much as you can because I missed you as well.”

If she was smiling, a nice attitude about it and a hint of humor, being so honest about her feelings wasn’t much of an issue. If they could avoid the seriousness of a proper relationship -which was never going to happen, and that was just the way it went-, they could have a really nice, fun time together.

“Oh yes, he will be very jealous of me for getting such a nice specimen. You haven’t heard it from me, but I’m damn sure he needs a disco stick inside his little black hole because he hadn’t had any for ages.”

Winking at him before walking away to make sure everything was in order to start with her shift (and hopefully not find out the old), her steps were light and her heart kept fluttering, the smile kept curving up her lips and making her eyes glow with a different spark. She couldn’t wait until they met again.

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This was bad. Eliott was a dangerous man, and she was so absolutely blinded by him it was scary. No, he didn’t seem to be the type to just hurt people as in a hobby, but he looked just like a heartbreaker and her heart was already feeling too full of everything he was whenever he was close to actually manage to be broken by him. But hey, that was the only real option for her.

It was easy to forget she was burdened with being tied by marriage to someone else, since she had been alone for too many years in spite of that. It was even easier to stop remembering this would make quite a scandal if anyone were to find out about them going too far beyond the line that divided what was decent from what could destroy them both.

However, she decided to not care. When the moment to face the worst came, she would do it then. On the meanwhile all she had to do was to be smart enough to not get caught and to not give anyone a reason why to suspect. But having Porthos so close to her, giving her such a thoughtful present, telling her she was missed--- well, he wasn’t playing fair. What should she make of it all? Of each sweet word? Of each touch?

Everything inside of her head went quiet the second their lips met and that was all it took to make her melt, slender fingers digging on the fabric of his clothes, completely seduced by the taste of his mouth and the scent of his body; forgetting where they were. Fuck, she missed him too much to be safe anymore.

“Aren’t you the sweetest talker ever?"

She was half flattered and half embarrassed of the way she was feeling -like a teen in love-, gasping at the grip he had on her, his hand fit her nape perfectly. She’d have much rather to let things develop into something more intimate, but unfortunately the complications of her life came back at the right time to stop her from doing something really stupid.

“Hey, do you have something to do tonight? As much as I’d love to give you a nice welcome back party right now all over that gurney, I’m afraid the MO will be showing up in no time and none of us want to have our pants down when that happens. But if you can come to my room tonight without raising suspicion, I will make it up to you.”