Something like Roses || Gunn, Davis
Nov 22, 2014 22:45:22 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2014 22:45:22 GMT -7
In-between the eleven hour break of "To the Victor Goes the Spoils"
0608 Hours, April 19th 2582
Peerless, Georgia System
Vitale had never understood the classic tiptoeing that tended to go hand in hand with sex. Perhaps, a more politically correct thing to say would be "Relationships", but Vi didn't particularly proscribe to relationships. Sex, that he could get behind, in some cases more literally than others... But relationships were never his thing. Sure he'd had girlfriends in his youth, but since the Alliance, Vitale hadn't even bothered. What was the point? Everyone he knew in a relationship to date, was either fighting, broke, broke and fighting or just plain miserable. Some folk got into fights because of their significant other that they could have avoided had they stayed free. Some get into lifetime grudges because they lost that so called better-half. A lot of the guys in his old unit had gone to war to prove something to their old ladies, and a lot of the guys they were killin had only gone to war to protect theirs. People were funny like that, especially guys. Not that she was the best example, but Minerva had once spent an entire night trying to break down the reasons for getting romantically involved with another person. Of course, a lot of booze had been employed, and they were both bias, but at the end of the night, Vi had determined that relationships were about sex, and little else. Especially for military guys, or men of action, who never go home, they like to have some mama waitin on them like they'd literally sat around counting the days till their hero returned, it was almost laughable, if it wasn't so accurate. Hell, once Vi had even heard of a guy who married this young hot thang for her looks, and then went off to war only to never think of her again. The guy'd even tried to get remarried until the legal system reminded him of his earlier obligations. Talk about leavin things unfinished... So why the middle man? Why tie yourself down to one woman? If your horny, then bag it, tag it and move the hell on.
At least, that had always been his philosophy. Even Minerva had told him he'd miss out on more, but he hadn't seen it. Rio had tried to hook him up a dozen times, but all her friends were clingy, or gold diggers who wanted a life insurance payout. Vi wasn't stupid. "Oh, where do you live?" "On ah ship." "Don't you want a home to go home to?" Yeah, no thanks. And if Rio was any kind of illustration, buying a house you were only in a few times a year was a bad idea, which was what he'd told the last of her suggestions. And of course she'd had an instant answer to that, he could buy the house, and she would stay there. Wouldn't that be nice? Great idea, except it wasn't.
Yep, you could just about write it down that Vitale would never consider a full on girlfriend, and that marriage was viewed as some sort of long term scam. Which made that night all the more interesting, as he walked to Gunn's door. After Sweethome, Vitale couldn't get his mind off of this woman. Seeing her about to die, twice in a row, and he'd regretted not having done more. Not having said more. Not having lived more. He'd wanted to kiss her in the torpedo room, but it had felt cheap. Like... just cheap. The thing was, he didn't want to just cross Gunn off his bucket list as he had so many others. He liked being around her, and actively enjoyed their conversations. She had a dry humor that was as aggressive as his own, and she was a constant flirt, which was another thing Vitale readily enjoyed. Vitale wasn't sure if he was attracted more to her mind or her body, but somehow, she'd managed to fit the whole bill.
The problem was, she was also a double agent, mixed up in personal revenge, and a loose end of an employer that Vitale disliked more with each moment. Vi had his own secret, and it was pretty screwed up. For the first time in his life, he wanted, genuinely wanted, to try and claim one woman as his own. What if Knox killed her? They'd have to cross that bridge some time, and if Vi knew the Captain, that bridge wasn't too far off. Vi may not have liked the facts, but this woman could be the definition of a walking corpse, who just didn't know it yet. What would be the point of getting attached to that? As soon as Knox the child slaver found out what she'd been about, she was as good as gone. Vi wanted her, there was no doubt. But more than that, he didn't want loss. He'd lost enough for ten men, and that was without a marriage, house or God forbid, child. Still though, none of that stopped him from knocking on her door. While he waited long enough to be certain she was either not there or asleep already, Vi tried to consider that it had been a while, maybe he'd blown all this out of proportion in his head. Maybe all he wanted was a one nighter, and then in the aftermath, he'd be back to his old self, avoidance issues and all. That was a sobering thought, and just considering it seriously made him glad she didn't answer the door. Vi decided what he really needed was a ice cold shower, and a pricey companion. Then, he could bury all these thoughts, and move on with his life.
He pretty much decided that was that, happy that Gunn hadn't answered the call, and glad to have had the requisite time to reconsider himself while he gathered his towel and stuff, confident in his latest decision... until he got to the showers.
As earlier said/suggested Vi was, not to put too fine a point on it, horny. And though he'd imagined Gunn in nothing but one piece of cloth many times since first meeting her, but nothing said realism like the real thing. There she was, in not but a towel, brushing her teeth. Vi followed her bare legs up to the seem, then continued her curves from there. He'd intended on looking away or moving on with his shower. Maybe even shaving, or brushing his own teeth. He had intended on being far removed from scoping out the backside of a very dangerous and emotionally compromised woman before she had the chance of turning around... funny how things never go according to plan huh?
”Vi, what are you doing back there?”
Vitale immediately made eye contact with her from her reflection in the long mirror, and he felt his cheeks heat slightly. ”Oh, me? Just...” Vi stumbled as he started rapidly developing a lie about perusing her derriere, and quickly ditched it for a refined moment of truth... "Oglin'." He gave a half smile after, and perused the front curves her towel reluctantly showed off as well. Gunn was as usual, full of brash, and hiked up her 'skirt' an inch or two, which made him a bit uncomfortable. Gunn was all woman, and he'd have liked nothing more than to make good on an excessive amount of flirting and mutually unspoken intentions, but there would be problems if they went that route. Davis was one. He and Vitale had been tight for years now, since the first day on the job really. Davis was like an older, wiser brother in that respect, and Vitale could already hear him in his mind's ear, bringing up all the reasons that Gunn slinking towards him was a bad idea. Being a double agent with the timing of said discovery only in the last three days, being that her target was Knox, a man whom the Peerless worked for, and had a lot of employees on good terms with... Being a lot of things really. Vi wanted and also rejected that moment at the same time, but damn if she wasn't just the fruit of Eden.
”Do you like what you see,” She asked as she came closer than was safe. Vitale had an answer, and it was a simple one. But he didn't give it.
"I'm glad you're here. I wouldn't.. well." Vi again stumbled. God he couldn't do this, but he wanted too.
"Avoiding the question?" She asked, a daring posture in her eyes.
"I don't think anyone, wouldn't like what I see." He meant it, but more than just her body, she was attractive all the way through. Gunn smiled contently, and turned to leave, and he really should have let her, but he didn't. He stepped closer to her, and she stopped, now they were very close, and her lips curved into the slightest of grins. She turned to face him directly, and reached out to touch his forearm, talking almost halfheartedly.
"I agree."
Vitale knew what he'd wanted, and he was absolutely confident in Gunn's intentions, but he baited regardless as he reciprocated her gesture, running his fingers past her hand, and along her arm. "Was your boss pleased with the results today?"
"He was satisfied." She answered in a tone thick with flushed air.
Vitale kept eye contact with her, smiling devilishly, "That's good. I like to... satisfy."
Gunn inched closer as she spoke slowly, and her tone remained sultry, despite the context, "Two battles in as many weeks. Abductions, thefts, conspiracies... do things on the Peerless always move this fast?" Vitale kissed her just as she finished. He didn't, intend, to keep kissing her, or run his hand into her wet hair, or touch her cheek with his other. She probably didn't intend to press into him and cling to his forearm and shoulder. The second kiss was much more though. And it felt good. No, it felt perfect. Vi didn't even realize he'd closed his eyes until they lingered on each others lips to just breath. When he opened them, she still had hers closed, and her head was tilted back, waiting for him to continue. "Not usually," He nearly whispered to her, not pulling away at all. Gunn never flinched, or pulled, or opened her eyes. She just relaxed more.
“That's okay.. I like it fast.”
0608 Hours, April 19th 2582
Peerless, Georgia System
Vitale had never understood the classic tiptoeing that tended to go hand in hand with sex. Perhaps, a more politically correct thing to say would be "Relationships", but Vi didn't particularly proscribe to relationships. Sex, that he could get behind, in some cases more literally than others... But relationships were never his thing. Sure he'd had girlfriends in his youth, but since the Alliance, Vitale hadn't even bothered. What was the point? Everyone he knew in a relationship to date, was either fighting, broke, broke and fighting or just plain miserable. Some folk got into fights because of their significant other that they could have avoided had they stayed free. Some get into lifetime grudges because they lost that so called better-half. A lot of the guys in his old unit had gone to war to prove something to their old ladies, and a lot of the guys they were killin had only gone to war to protect theirs. People were funny like that, especially guys. Not that she was the best example, but Minerva had once spent an entire night trying to break down the reasons for getting romantically involved with another person. Of course, a lot of booze had been employed, and they were both bias, but at the end of the night, Vi had determined that relationships were about sex, and little else. Especially for military guys, or men of action, who never go home, they like to have some mama waitin on them like they'd literally sat around counting the days till their hero returned, it was almost laughable, if it wasn't so accurate. Hell, once Vi had even heard of a guy who married this young hot thang for her looks, and then went off to war only to never think of her again. The guy'd even tried to get remarried until the legal system reminded him of his earlier obligations. Talk about leavin things unfinished... So why the middle man? Why tie yourself down to one woman? If your horny, then bag it, tag it and move the hell on.
At least, that had always been his philosophy. Even Minerva had told him he'd miss out on more, but he hadn't seen it. Rio had tried to hook him up a dozen times, but all her friends were clingy, or gold diggers who wanted a life insurance payout. Vi wasn't stupid. "Oh, where do you live?" "On ah ship." "Don't you want a home to go home to?" Yeah, no thanks. And if Rio was any kind of illustration, buying a house you were only in a few times a year was a bad idea, which was what he'd told the last of her suggestions. And of course she'd had an instant answer to that, he could buy the house, and she would stay there. Wouldn't that be nice? Great idea, except it wasn't.
Yep, you could just about write it down that Vitale would never consider a full on girlfriend, and that marriage was viewed as some sort of long term scam. Which made that night all the more interesting, as he walked to Gunn's door. After Sweethome, Vitale couldn't get his mind off of this woman. Seeing her about to die, twice in a row, and he'd regretted not having done more. Not having said more. Not having lived more. He'd wanted to kiss her in the torpedo room, but it had felt cheap. Like... just cheap. The thing was, he didn't want to just cross Gunn off his bucket list as he had so many others. He liked being around her, and actively enjoyed their conversations. She had a dry humor that was as aggressive as his own, and she was a constant flirt, which was another thing Vitale readily enjoyed. Vitale wasn't sure if he was attracted more to her mind or her body, but somehow, she'd managed to fit the whole bill.
The problem was, she was also a double agent, mixed up in personal revenge, and a loose end of an employer that Vitale disliked more with each moment. Vi had his own secret, and it was pretty screwed up. For the first time in his life, he wanted, genuinely wanted, to try and claim one woman as his own. What if Knox killed her? They'd have to cross that bridge some time, and if Vi knew the Captain, that bridge wasn't too far off. Vi may not have liked the facts, but this woman could be the definition of a walking corpse, who just didn't know it yet. What would be the point of getting attached to that? As soon as Knox the child slaver found out what she'd been about, she was as good as gone. Vi wanted her, there was no doubt. But more than that, he didn't want loss. He'd lost enough for ten men, and that was without a marriage, house or God forbid, child. Still though, none of that stopped him from knocking on her door. While he waited long enough to be certain she was either not there or asleep already, Vi tried to consider that it had been a while, maybe he'd blown all this out of proportion in his head. Maybe all he wanted was a one nighter, and then in the aftermath, he'd be back to his old self, avoidance issues and all. That was a sobering thought, and just considering it seriously made him glad she didn't answer the door. Vi decided what he really needed was a ice cold shower, and a pricey companion. Then, he could bury all these thoughts, and move on with his life.
He pretty much decided that was that, happy that Gunn hadn't answered the call, and glad to have had the requisite time to reconsider himself while he gathered his towel and stuff, confident in his latest decision... until he got to the showers.
As earlier said/suggested Vi was, not to put too fine a point on it, horny. And though he'd imagined Gunn in nothing but one piece of cloth many times since first meeting her, but nothing said realism like the real thing. There she was, in not but a towel, brushing her teeth. Vi followed her bare legs up to the seem, then continued her curves from there. He'd intended on looking away or moving on with his shower. Maybe even shaving, or brushing his own teeth. He had intended on being far removed from scoping out the backside of a very dangerous and emotionally compromised woman before she had the chance of turning around... funny how things never go according to plan huh?
”Vi, what are you doing back there?”
Vitale immediately made eye contact with her from her reflection in the long mirror, and he felt his cheeks heat slightly. ”Oh, me? Just...” Vi stumbled as he started rapidly developing a lie about perusing her derriere, and quickly ditched it for a refined moment of truth... "Oglin'." He gave a half smile after, and perused the front curves her towel reluctantly showed off as well. Gunn was as usual, full of brash, and hiked up her 'skirt' an inch or two, which made him a bit uncomfortable. Gunn was all woman, and he'd have liked nothing more than to make good on an excessive amount of flirting and mutually unspoken intentions, but there would be problems if they went that route. Davis was one. He and Vitale had been tight for years now, since the first day on the job really. Davis was like an older, wiser brother in that respect, and Vitale could already hear him in his mind's ear, bringing up all the reasons that Gunn slinking towards him was a bad idea. Being a double agent with the timing of said discovery only in the last three days, being that her target was Knox, a man whom the Peerless worked for, and had a lot of employees on good terms with... Being a lot of things really. Vi wanted and also rejected that moment at the same time, but damn if she wasn't just the fruit of Eden.
”Do you like what you see,” She asked as she came closer than was safe. Vitale had an answer, and it was a simple one. But he didn't give it.
"I'm glad you're here. I wouldn't.. well." Vi again stumbled. God he couldn't do this, but he wanted too.
"Avoiding the question?" She asked, a daring posture in her eyes.
"I don't think anyone, wouldn't like what I see." He meant it, but more than just her body, she was attractive all the way through. Gunn smiled contently, and turned to leave, and he really should have let her, but he didn't. He stepped closer to her, and she stopped, now they were very close, and her lips curved into the slightest of grins. She turned to face him directly, and reached out to touch his forearm, talking almost halfheartedly.
"I agree."
Vitale knew what he'd wanted, and he was absolutely confident in Gunn's intentions, but he baited regardless as he reciprocated her gesture, running his fingers past her hand, and along her arm. "Was your boss pleased with the results today?"
"He was satisfied." She answered in a tone thick with flushed air.
Vitale kept eye contact with her, smiling devilishly, "That's good. I like to... satisfy."
Gunn inched closer as she spoke slowly, and her tone remained sultry, despite the context, "Two battles in as many weeks. Abductions, thefts, conspiracies... do things on the Peerless always move this fast?" Vitale kissed her just as she finished. He didn't, intend, to keep kissing her, or run his hand into her wet hair, or touch her cheek with his other. She probably didn't intend to press into him and cling to his forearm and shoulder. The second kiss was much more though. And it felt good. No, it felt perfect. Vi didn't even realize he'd closed his eyes until they lingered on each others lips to just breath. When he opened them, she still had hers closed, and her head was tilted back, waiting for him to continue. "Not usually," He nearly whispered to her, not pulling away at all. Gunn never flinched, or pulled, or opened her eyes. She just relaxed more.
“That's okay.. I like it fast.”
