Post by Ryocha on Oct 25, 2009 12:56:52 GMT -5
The lights in her room were dim, but Ferusha could make out the contour of the slim body beside her, chest rising and falling ever so slightly in sleep. Masses of short curly hair pooled on the pillow, some close enough that Ferusha could reach out and even touch them. She imagined the texture would be smooth and silky, the kind you would be able to run your hands through a million times while holding that person close...
“You want to sleep with me.”
It didn’t take an idiot to interpret what Clara was thinking, but Ferusha quickly cut her mechanic off, “Not like that. My Zaku should be here within the hour, and I want to talk with you toni—“
“That has nothing to do with you wanting to share the same bed as me. I sleep naked, y’know?” The amusement was gone in Clara’s eyes, and Ferusha’s heart was beginning to beat fast against her ribcage.
She opened and closed her mouth a few times before squeaking out, “You didn’t let me finish!”
Clara rolled her eyes and sighed, “Whatever half-assed excuse you want to hand to me so I don’t go and play around at night won’t work. That’s the end of that.”
The incident blew over Clara within the hour, as her Zaku arrived half an hour earlier than expected. Even Ferusha managed to put aside the spat to have a similar response to her brand new Zaku; she clambered inside the cockpit the moment it was opened and began tinkering around inside with a small grin on her face. There wasn’t much to do besides configure the scope and the OS to Ferusha’s liking, and the small handful of mechanics took care of what Clara didn’t claim the moment the Zaku was unloaded from the Samson.
Two hours and a break later, Ferusha couldn’t find Clara. There had been a particularly handsome mechanic amongst the few that were sent down from Side 3, and if Ferusha had the ability to place a fifty dollar bet against herself that her nympho mechanic was already doing the nasty with him, then she would have gained fifty dollars. Instead, she caught a ride with another mechanic to her motel, picked up a prepared backpack and the walking stick she’d been using since she arrived, and headed out into the bush.
She had been in the wilderness for who-knows-how-long by herself. The clouds overhead yielded no sign of rain, yet the forest was eerily quiet. Even the wind, which whipped strong gusts up and down the mountainous Greek coastline, was silent and hushed with the mass of green surrounding her.
Eventually, Ferusha stumbled upon a beaten path, the grass pushed aside and the dirt packed tightly. Curious, and because she wasn’t quite ready to turn around and find her way back, she followed it and came upon a small Western-style house neatly tucked into the hillside. A woman could be seen on the front porch with knitting needles, looking no older than Ferusha.
The woman looked up from her work and smiled, her eyes twinkling from behind her coke bottle glasses. A hand beckoned Ferusha forward, and the Zeon pilot gladly obliged.
Ferusha knew she should be disgusted with herself, but the warmth of the body beside her brought security that she wished she could carry around with her at all times. She hadn't expected the woman to swing the same way she did, but Ferusha figured their brief encounter turned out well in the end.
For now, she closed her eyes and nuzzled the back of the slender neck, taking in the scent of soft perfume and sweat. The woman giggled, and it was then that Ferusha remembered she never asked for her name.
It’s your fault I turned out like this.
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“You want to sleep with me.”
It didn’t take an idiot to interpret what Clara was thinking, but Ferusha quickly cut her mechanic off, “Not like that. My Zaku should be here within the hour, and I want to talk with you toni—“
“That has nothing to do with you wanting to share the same bed as me. I sleep naked, y’know?” The amusement was gone in Clara’s eyes, and Ferusha’s heart was beginning to beat fast against her ribcage.
She opened and closed her mouth a few times before squeaking out, “You didn’t let me finish!”
Clara rolled her eyes and sighed, “Whatever half-assed excuse you want to hand to me so I don’t go and play around at night won’t work. That’s the end of that.”
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The incident blew over Clara within the hour, as her Zaku arrived half an hour earlier than expected. Even Ferusha managed to put aside the spat to have a similar response to her brand new Zaku; she clambered inside the cockpit the moment it was opened and began tinkering around inside with a small grin on her face. There wasn’t much to do besides configure the scope and the OS to Ferusha’s liking, and the small handful of mechanics took care of what Clara didn’t claim the moment the Zaku was unloaded from the Samson.
Two hours and a break later, Ferusha couldn’t find Clara. There had been a particularly handsome mechanic amongst the few that were sent down from Side 3, and if Ferusha had the ability to place a fifty dollar bet against herself that her nympho mechanic was already doing the nasty with him, then she would have gained fifty dollars. Instead, she caught a ride with another mechanic to her motel, picked up a prepared backpack and the walking stick she’d been using since she arrived, and headed out into the bush.
She had been in the wilderness for who-knows-how-long by herself. The clouds overhead yielded no sign of rain, yet the forest was eerily quiet. Even the wind, which whipped strong gusts up and down the mountainous Greek coastline, was silent and hushed with the mass of green surrounding her.
Eventually, Ferusha stumbled upon a beaten path, the grass pushed aside and the dirt packed tightly. Curious, and because she wasn’t quite ready to turn around and find her way back, she followed it and came upon a small Western-style house neatly tucked into the hillside. A woman could be seen on the front porch with knitting needles, looking no older than Ferusha.
The woman looked up from her work and smiled, her eyes twinkling from behind her coke bottle glasses. A hand beckoned Ferusha forward, and the Zeon pilot gladly obliged.
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Ferusha knew she should be disgusted with herself, but the warmth of the body beside her brought security that she wished she could carry around with her at all times. She hadn't expected the woman to swing the same way she did, but Ferusha figured their brief encounter turned out well in the end.
For now, she closed her eyes and nuzzled the back of the slender neck, taking in the scent of soft perfume and sweat. The woman giggled, and it was then that Ferusha remembered she never asked for her name.
It’s your fault I turned out like this.