trans_9 | 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.

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A question for a question; but it wasn't a no. And she hadn't moved away yet.

"Yes."

Now it was Marco's turn to hold his breath.

Breathe, kid. The advice might as well go both ways.

She didn't let herself think. It was hard to do, but if she let herself think, it'd be no. It always had to. Yet it was obvious to her this didn't carry the kind of weight for him (maybe even his world) as it would have on her own. No promises, no concrete obligations, and there she went thinking anyway.

"Mmm." She nodded her head. "Okay."

Marco exhaled.

Okay.

She said okay.

Somehow, on a certain level Marco hadn't actually been expecting her to agree. And now she had, and for a freeing moment his head was crowded with a host of competing thoughts - should he just go ahead? What should he do with his hands? What if he completely sucked, and she hated it?

But no, he had to stop thinking too. So before he could start second guessing himself, he brought his hands up to hold her face and just kissed her. But unlike the last time, he didn't just give her a peck then pull back; instead, he pressed forward.

Hard to tell what Sakura's response was at first, and it was probably better for him that his hands were on her face, and not her shoulders, as he may have missed the tensing when he finished bridging the gap between them. After a moment where she didn't seem to be doing anything at all, she tentatively responded in kind.

Kissing did go something like that, right? She wasn't just supposed to stand there and do nothing? After a moment her hands came to rest on his arms, not really sure what else she was supposed to do with them.

She wasn't pushing him away, or punching him in the face at least - which meant that at least something had to be going right.

Not that Marco was really thinking too hard about that. Or thinking about anything, really, other than trying to figure out what the hell he was supposed to do now. Just...keep doing what he was doing? Try and do something else? (Would she let him try something else?)

Then he just went 'screw it', and decided to throw caution to the wind and try to be more adventurous. (And hey this stuff worked in the movies, to it had to be good...right?)

The movies were not, however, real life, and Sakura's reaction to that was to (not so subtly) jerk back and look a little confused and affronted at his definition of adventurous. Even if this wasn't outside of her comfort zone, they weren't in private, and she didn't exactly want to --

Okay she didn't really know what she wanted to --

Which didn't matter because right now --

"Okay," she said, stepping back to help reclaim her face from his hands and letting go of his arms. Where was the rope? The rope was a good focus. She kind of wanted to glare. "That was more than just a kiss."

She tried to only sound censoring, if it was hit and miss on how well she pulled that off.

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Marco felt kinda disappointed that it was over. But still - he'd kissed her. Again. Which meant that by now, they had kissed three times.

Really, as far as Marco was concerned, the more kissing, the better.

And okay, so she hadn't been that keen, but maybe next time...and come to think of it, for all that she was stepping back and trying to tell him off for it, she didn't didn't really sound too convincing. Marco smirked. She might have protested, but that didn't necessarily mean that she didn't like it.

"It still counts as kissing," he teased, grinning.

She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "You know what I mean, and I know you know."

That amazing clarification out of the way, she looked around for the rope. When she saw it (right by their feet, or close enough), Sakura snagged it with one hand and pulled the whole mess into her arms.

"As fun as it's been," oh, that was probably not the right thing to say, and she only realized that too late to do much of anything about it, "I'm one adrenaline crash away from sleeping the next three days we don't have." The bright side being at least some of those dreams should be better than they would have been before he bothered her into being a reasonable human being, and then all the rest.

Dreaming of flying would be nice. Dreaming of -- other things -- Stop it, brain! She didn't do disconnected dialog in her own head so much now, but if she did, she'd be telling herself hell yes she knew she'd be having better dreams.

Mixed in with the usual nightmares, but she always expected those. Most often they barely left an impression, if they could leave her crabby in the mornings. She didn't let herself think about them often. Too many other things to be preoccupied, nightmares could sort themselves out during themselves.

All that thought as she half turned to -- bow? wave? kick in the shins? -- wave to Marco and excuse herself back to the sanctity of what passed as lent personal space.

"You know that I know what?" Marco said, with mock innocence, clasping his hands behind his back and grinning at Sakura like a Cheshire cat. And she'd just said that she'd had fun.

Mission totally accomplished.

"I'll see you next time then," he said. "We can have some more 'fun'." Yup, that definitely wasn't the right thing to say, Sakura.

"When we go scouting!" She hugged the rope to her chest as she lit up in mock glee -- oh. Oh she knew that was the wrong thing to say, but really, now she had personal hopes.

Personal information gathering ones, but hell, they were still personal. To avoid giving him a chance to retaliate with anything she had to acknowledge with hearing, she spun around and jauntily (ouch ouch ouch ouch starting to feel that man she needed to work out more creatively) started off.

"Hey, don't forget that I still need to show you how to play video games too!" he yelled after her, not really sure if she was able to hear him.

Well if she hadn't, he'd just have to remind her again later, wouldn't he? He'd help her with her scouting - but that didn't mean he wasn't going to keep trying to drag her out to have actual fun.

For now though, it was time for Marco to head home too.

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