Post by Willie Barbary on Nov 27, 2008 23:38:06 GMT -5
Willie grimaced, accepting Doctor Reyes's help as the two women exited the hatch first. The latter was dressed in a terry-cloth spa robe with her dark hair hanging in wet clumps around her copper-skinned face, looking the absolute least put together that Willie had ever seen her. The small pilot was feeling less than her best, herself. Her head was pounding like crazy with the after-effects of whatever crazy-bitch had doped her with. Willie felt her chest tighten painfully in thinking about the bounty huntress. Dagger Leopold was deadly. She was powerful. She was beautiful.
And she was, apparently, still very much in love with Miller.
As if Willie's life wasn't complicated enough as is.
Willie winced as she stumbled a little the last few steps, her legs feeling like wet noodles. The doctor did her best to try and catch her, but the slender woman was no doubt feeling less than stellar after being shocked into unconsciousness. Before Willie could completely fall, however, Miller was suddenly at her side. His strong arms caught her around the waist, lifting her up against his chest with one smooth, deft motion.
Willie gasped a little, then blinked up at him somewhat dazedly, smiling slightly at his worried expression.
"Are you alright?" he questioned softly, one of his hands brushing through her curly hair. Willie nodded a little, grimacing again.
"Yah, I'll live. I think. I've just got one helluva headache from being doped."
Both of them glanced to where Dagger had suddenly exited behind them. The magi huntress eyed them sullenly, pinning Willie--who was still pressed against Miller's front--with an especially hateful stare. One that sent a chill down her spine as well as stirred a flash of defensive spite. Especially when Miller--rather than glare at the woman who had doped her and dragged her off to be kidnapped, or show even the slightest bit of anger or upset for that fact--winced painfully. As if he were doing something he should feel guilty for.
Willie gaped up at him for a solid minute in disbelief before a deep stab of hurt flashed across her pale gray eyes. She pulled herself away from him, chin firming stubbornly. Ignoring the water suddenly pooling in her eyes or the way her knees were quivering in protest. "I'm feelin' better already," she lied in a mumble, before turning and wobbiling a little unsteadily in the direction of the Plunder.
She barely took two steps before her knees tried to give out again. Miller had her scooped up in his arms before she barely had time to gasp in alarm.
"You're not better," he protested in his usual, calm tone, staring ahead as he started toward the ship himself. His fingers tightened somewhat where they held her. "You need fluids and you need bed rest for at least twelve hours."
"Are you sure you wanna be touching me like this?" Wille found herself snapping somewhat testily, her hurt and her anger getting the better of her big mouth. "Your old girlfriend might see you and get the wrong idea."
Miller grimaced at that, and the pain that flashed in his dark eyes immediately made her feel like a complete bitch. Which did nothing for her own hormones. ". . . please, Willie," he heaved, somewhat hoarse as he continued walking. " Seeing her is hard for both of us. But it doesn't change how I feel about you."
Willie didn't say anything else. Her mouth never did do anything good for her. Instead she buried her face in his jacket while he carried her the rest of the way to the Plunder. And if the material was more than a little soggy by the time they got there, neither one of them commented on it.
And she was, apparently, still very much in love with Miller.
As if Willie's life wasn't complicated enough as is.
Willie winced as she stumbled a little the last few steps, her legs feeling like wet noodles. The doctor did her best to try and catch her, but the slender woman was no doubt feeling less than stellar after being shocked into unconsciousness. Before Willie could completely fall, however, Miller was suddenly at her side. His strong arms caught her around the waist, lifting her up against his chest with one smooth, deft motion.
Willie gasped a little, then blinked up at him somewhat dazedly, smiling slightly at his worried expression.
"Are you alright?" he questioned softly, one of his hands brushing through her curly hair. Willie nodded a little, grimacing again.
"Yah, I'll live. I think. I've just got one helluva headache from being doped."
Both of them glanced to where Dagger had suddenly exited behind them. The magi huntress eyed them sullenly, pinning Willie--who was still pressed against Miller's front--with an especially hateful stare. One that sent a chill down her spine as well as stirred a flash of defensive spite. Especially when Miller--rather than glare at the woman who had doped her and dragged her off to be kidnapped, or show even the slightest bit of anger or upset for that fact--winced painfully. As if he were doing something he should feel guilty for.
Willie gaped up at him for a solid minute in disbelief before a deep stab of hurt flashed across her pale gray eyes. She pulled herself away from him, chin firming stubbornly. Ignoring the water suddenly pooling in her eyes or the way her knees were quivering in protest. "I'm feelin' better already," she lied in a mumble, before turning and wobbiling a little unsteadily in the direction of the Plunder.
She barely took two steps before her knees tried to give out again. Miller had her scooped up in his arms before she barely had time to gasp in alarm.
"You're not better," he protested in his usual, calm tone, staring ahead as he started toward the ship himself. His fingers tightened somewhat where they held her. "You need fluids and you need bed rest for at least twelve hours."
"Are you sure you wanna be touching me like this?" Wille found herself snapping somewhat testily, her hurt and her anger getting the better of her big mouth. "Your old girlfriend might see you and get the wrong idea."
Miller grimaced at that, and the pain that flashed in his dark eyes immediately made her feel like a complete bitch. Which did nothing for her own hormones. ". . . please, Willie," he heaved, somewhat hoarse as he continued walking. " Seeing her is hard for both of us. But it doesn't change how I feel about you."
Willie didn't say anything else. Her mouth never did do anything good for her. Instead she buried her face in his jacket while he carried her the rest of the way to the Plunder. And if the material was more than a little soggy by the time they got there, neither one of them commented on it.
