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when did this place become like home? [closed]
They'd gotten back. In the end, that's all it felt like. A group of thirty had gone to a planet, have things gone poorly since being greeted, then found themselves lied to, exploded, and abducted in the same twenty-four hours. Then they'd set up a confrontation that'd taken days to reach fruition, broken into teams to achieve mission objectives that were, at heart, still not entirely the mission, and ended up in a fight involving clones of themselves, clones of people on Galilee, and the clones who ran everything under the guise of not having been clones at any point at all.
Here she'd thought Orochimaru had come up with a convoluted way of attaining immortality.
Still, they were back, she didn't have any official duty to file anything, she ached and hurt like hell, and after the shower she'd just taken (she'd discovered far more bruises, nicks, cuts, and really taken a look at the big burn on her upper thigh) she was ready for some selective downtime before reporting back in for duty at Medical Bay proper. She figured she needed to look at the Active Crew registry, too, after hearing mention of a recent pod release.
It just felt like effort she wanted to postpone spending for a good half hour nap or something, to take the edge off the uncertainty of walking into open combat with this group of misfits in the future. They'd survived, but they'd been lucky. No one'd been unscathed, and they weren't even facing the Ohm. Four days on one world, and this is how they'd come out?
Walking gingerly into her room, towel wrapped around her, she contemplated reviewing the files Kanner had left on the datapad she'd found in her medical kit. Different from any of the ones they had on ship, but there none-the-less. Actually...
Sakura looked over to the medkit itself, part of what she'd dragged back without paying attention once everyone had been sorted out to where they needed to be. It reminded her to do the responsible thing and finish dressing her wounds, if part of her grumbled and knew that the only reason she wasn't doing this in Medical Bay was a stubborn wish to be disassociated from the alien (familiar, she couldn't lie anymore) environment for a little while longer. "I hate breaking new boots in."
Yes. Focus on the simple realities. "The blisters you get are so annoying." She moved toward her bed after closing the door firmly behind her.
Here she'd thought Orochimaru had come up with a convoluted way of attaining immortality.
Still, they were back, she didn't have any official duty to file anything, she ached and hurt like hell, and after the shower she'd just taken (she'd discovered far more bruises, nicks, cuts, and really taken a look at the big burn on her upper thigh) she was ready for some selective downtime before reporting back in for duty at Medical Bay proper. She figured she needed to look at the Active Crew registry, too, after hearing mention of a recent pod release.
It just felt like effort she wanted to postpone spending for a good half hour nap or something, to take the edge off the uncertainty of walking into open combat with this group of misfits in the future. They'd survived, but they'd been lucky. No one'd been unscathed, and they weren't even facing the Ohm. Four days on one world, and this is how they'd come out?
Walking gingerly into her room, towel wrapped around her, she contemplated reviewing the files Kanner had left on the datapad she'd found in her medical kit. Different from any of the ones they had on ship, but there none-the-less. Actually...
Sakura looked over to the medkit itself, part of what she'd dragged back without paying attention once everyone had been sorted out to where they needed to be. It reminded her to do the responsible thing and finish dressing her wounds, if part of her grumbled and knew that the only reason she wasn't doing this in Medical Bay was a stubborn wish to be disassociated from the alien (familiar, she couldn't lie anymore) environment for a little while longer. "I hate breaking new boots in."
Yes. Focus on the simple realities. "The blisters you get are so annoying." She moved toward her bed after closing the door firmly behind her.
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And he'd been acting on what he'd half-heard. Not the best situation. Things had worked out in the end.
She was oddly content with that, if her prior tiredness lingered in the back of her mind. By now it was honestly easier to concentrate on her chakra and otherwise enjoying the experience then bothering with talking.
So she stayed quiet, eyes closed, not thinking about any of the things she usually would.
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He glided for a moment before speaking up again. <So, do you want to try some more moves or what? And this time just say 'yes' or 'no', with none of this answering completely different questions instead stuff.>
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Over the next hour, Marco flew around all over the top of the city, twisting, turning, even going into the occasional somersault once they figured out that Sakura's grip was good enough. But they could keep flying forever, so eventually Marco slowed down, and started descending down towards a nearby park.
<Okay Barbie, I gotta demorph now,> he said.
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So worth it in the end, and she might not even complain. (Marco was a better complainer than she was anyway. She was fairly sure he'd trained in the art of complaining.)
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Seeing her grin, he grinned back in response. <See, didn't I tell you that flying was the most awesome thing ever?> he teased.
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Did she need to say as much? Not right away.
Sliding down off his neck turned into more a half stumble and slump back against his side, hissing a little under her breath. She turned that into a twist to start pulling at the rope that was looped and tied around his neck, moving it around enough to pull at the knots that had kept it in place. They'd become really tight during their flight, to the point she was half tempted to tell him to demorph and let her gather her rope after the fact.
"Knots should cooperate when I want them to," she groused, eyeing some fraying to the rope itself. No wonder her thighs and inner arms burned like that. Celena's scales weren't very forgiving to ongoing friction, even if Sakura'd managed to minimalize that quite a bit.
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<Fine, have it your way,> he said, starting to demorph.
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"And I can take the whole thing back to my room and work on it there." With that, she started working on loosening her ropes as well, finding much the same knot problem. "Suddenly all the extra aches make sense," she muttered, pulling down part of the makeshift harness over her shoulder, dragging her shirt a bit along with it.
All that did was make it more obvious she didn't have any added support.
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Except then when they were off and he looked up, he found himself staring at Sakura's now visible back. And she didn't have a bra strap. Which meant Sakura wasn't currently wearing a bra. Which meant she hadn't been wearing one this whole.
Suddenly his mouth felt dry. He gulped. "Right," he said, his voice sounding distant to his own ears.
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Still, when she'd gathered up the harness section and started picking up the loose line between the both of them, it was only a matter of steps before she was holding out a hand for the loops Marco had pulled off himself. "See? Easy enough, and the rope's still intact. No point in wasting resources around here."
She smiled, just a touch pleased with herself. "If yes, you're right. Flying is a lot of fun." She paused, then grinned. "And relaxing if you're not doing any of the wing-work."
That was a blatant lie, if she wasn't going to own up to it.
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Did she often do that? Just decide not to wear a bra that day? Had she even been wearing one all the other times they'd hung out?
Oh man.
He bit his lip, and tried to not be too obvious about the fact that he was trying to sneak looks at her chest.
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Oh.
Oh.
That was so... predictably male. And perverted!
She frowned and tossed her bundled rope at Marco's chest. It didn't have to be hard -- the rope weighed enough to be an impact at perfectly normal levels of strength. "Quit being a pervert already! Seriously, maybe it's a good thing you missed that beach party. It doesn't look like you'd have been able to string sentences together if you'd been there." Seriously, she wasn't dressed down all that much from her standard gear. And the plant suit was a lot more -- well, revealing. Very little left to the imagination there!
Her logic failed in the face of the fact that she'd been out with him after the beach, wearing less than this (or showing more skin, rather). Then again, maybe it was -- naaawh.
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He grabbed the rope after she flung it at him. Well, so much for trying to not be obvious about it. But having been found out, he didn't bother with any more pretense.
"Hey, I can't help it," he grinned, shamelessly. "How am I supposed to pay attention to anything else when you're so totally hot today?"
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Nor really out of anyone, let alone in her favor. (Unless they wanted something. Hey, everyone could do flattery if they needed to.)
"You -- what -- you say that after I've been hanging on to your neck for the last however long?" She ran a hand through her hair, which was decidedly windblown, and looked away. "Flatterer." Not that she minded. It felt nice to have some version of womanly merit now and again, especially considering it was usually the elderly, dead, or afflicted who commented on it.
Unless Marco went temporarily crazy after morphing a few times in a day, she figured he didn't qualify for any of those three things. Not yet, anyway, and she'd prefer a never on the dead part. General preference for everyone, really, even to a degree the heartless bastard villains who quite probably lived among them. Zedd's wavelength, and the manipulators who craved whatever it was they got out of their manipulations.
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"What's not to like about you hanging off of my neck?" he said, smirking. "And you know, the disheveled look is good on you. You should try it more often." She should try the bra-less look more often too, but Marco wasn't stupid enough to say that out loud. He wasn't joking about the disheveled look suiting her though - there was just something about it that Marco found appealing. Very appealing.
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She was so on to him. Sort of. Okay, she's a teenager, so she was as aware as he was about implications and innuendos, if pretending to be above either of them.
Looking him over very clearly, she shook her head. "I don't know, Marco." Stepping closer, she held out her hands for her rope. "It's not like you can usually hang off someone the same size as you." She might still be blushing, but she could give as good as she got, with a hint of a smile. If that smile edged toward self-amused smirk, so be it. "I'd hate to drag you down. In most circumstances."
Fighting was something else entirely! And that's all she meant!
Totally!
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Smirking, Marco didn't move at all to give the rope back to her. If she wanted it, then she'd just have to come a little closer now, wouldn't she? "You're a ninja. I'm sure you could figure it out." Oh, he saw that blush. Even the jab at his height wasn't enough to kill Marco's grin right now. "And that's funny, because I'd love for you to drag me down."
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Stepping closer, she actually laid hand on it, not quite tugging yet. She figured she wouldn't need to. "Oh, I can think of a few ways. Most end with you saying, "Ouch."" She grinned. "Is that an invitation?"
Sadly for Marco, any yes would lead to her sweeping his legs out from under him rather than anything nice, but she was feeling somewhat contrary. She'd probably catch him. Maybe. It wasn't like he had far to fall, after all.
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"Maybe," he smirked. But unfortunately for Marco, right now he didn't suspect that Sakura actually would go and knock him off his feet...
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That which he didn't expect would be his downfall. Tugging on the ropes to pull him toward her, Sakura abruptly let go. As she did so, she stepped to his side and ducked down into a leg sweep that was meant to send him sprawling backward. She moved to catch him before he hit the ground, still smiling in that cat caught the canary way that meant she was pleased with herself.
"Looks like I caught you... off guard," she said. "You might have wanted to say no to the invitation."
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For a moment, Marco just blinked, mouth hanging open, completely stunned. Then, struck by the complete absurdity of the situation (and the fact that Sakura had made a pun!), he burst out laughing.
"Okay, okay, you win," he said, crawling to the side so that he was sitting on the ground. He looked up at her as if he was about to say something else, but then he started shaking with laughter, and ended up just shaking his head at her.
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Sakura might not have been laughing like he was, but she was smiling. Augh, all this moving reminded her of how her inner thighs were starting to feel -- and tomorrow! Something to look forward to, in the most tentative sense of the phrase.
Be as it may, she had worked enough past her own embarrassment and was in a good enough mood to offer him a hand up. "Be glad I didn't go for the ouch option. It was tempting." And she was teasing.
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