OOC: Continued from here
-Four days later
Stretching her limbs above her head, she kicked the blanket away from her slender legs, shoving them over the side of the lumpy bed while the bulky form of her partner lay sprawled above the other half. It was amazing she’d gotten any mattress at all with the way he laid like a coppery skinned giant on a bed three times too small. She turned to comfortingly pat one exposed leg that dangled just beyond her hip.
How weird was this? she thought to herself. Just over a year or two before, they were barely strangers who traded an occasional witty remark, the most hurtful things she’d ever heard from his lips, and just overall nothing noteworthy of repeating. They’d met in a Dante’s Abyss a few years back, when her new fledged family of aliens, machines and one other human, fought against his. She hated to think that she was the one who saved their asses, but there was no other truth. However, it didn’t stop him from digging his heels into her on their next encounter.
It was hard to imagine him as that same person now; things had changed, drastically, for the both of them. Suddenly, he was the warmth that took the chasm of cold emptiness within her; the missing piece, she realized. Unlike the father of her deceased daughter, there was just something inexplicable that existed now that didn’t then.
“Turn out the light…” he mumbled in his sleep, waving a floppy hand in the direction of the offending light.
“It’s ten in the morning, babe. Don’t you think it’s a little late to be sleepin’?” Cracking a half-smirk, Violet twisted back, her elbow slinking across his arm as her face rested on the plush skin of his shoulder. Sliding her hand across his abdomen, she let it drape dully against the opposite hip. “Besides, breakfast is getting cold.”
She chuckled good-naturedly as his eyes snapped open, their inky depths foggy from sleep. “Thought that would pique your interest, sleepy head;” she giggled as one hand sank into his spiked hair and gave it a ruffle.
Growling deep in his throat, the arm trapped below Violet moved as Bardock’s other arm came around to meet it, effectively pinning the woman to the pillow beneath them. “Figured you would have noticed by now that it isn’t just food that can bring me out of a good sleep.”
Her hands flattened against his chest and gave a shove, but he remained unaffected by her petty act. His head dipped down, teeth skimming along the line of her neck as she gasped, fighting off the urge to laugh. “Quit! Quit!” she managed, chuckles bleeding through her dwindling control. “That tickles!”
Giving another grunt, he only intensified the assault until she was kicking and pushing beneath him. One awkward knee shot up between his legs, clipping his exposed groin. Bardock collapsed, his breath caught in his throat as his hands shot down to cuddle the injured flesh. “You…you bi-“
“Sorry,” she said, shoving herself off the bed. “You know better than that.”
Rolling his black eyes upwards to glare at the naked female, he sputtered an insult below his breath and turned to his side. “Next time, I’ll wear a cup to bed.”
“So paranoid,” she tsked, and pulled her hair up atop of her head, affixing it with the scrunchy that she kept around her wrist last night. “Get dressed and come down to the kitchen.”
* * * * *
Her plate was stacked with goodies as Violet rushed to the table and began to chow down. She knew she had to get the meat and potatoes off first before he came down and began his massacre, or her poor taters might get caught in the crossfire.
His footsteps were heavy as they clunked into the kitchen, as usual, fully garbed, complete with boots and wrist guards. “If I weren’t mistaken, Bar, I’d say you were ready to go somewhere;” the woman called from across the table. Her comment was all for naught, because when his eyes spied the pile of food just behind her, everything else became moot.
Sighing, Violet continued munching on her biscuit and jam, her face slackened. She wasn’t surprised anymore from the sounds and random foodbits that flew around the table from his seat. It was something she’d probably never break him of, as it was ingrained into his very core, and those were especially hard to penetrate.
“So, what’s the plan, Captain?” she asked once his eating slowed to an almost human pace. “Shipping off today, or what?”
Glaring at her as if she’d done something sacrilegious, he continued chewing on his ham sandwich, eyes transfixed.
“Don’t have to stare like that, sheesh;” the ex-captain picked up her empty plate and slipped it into the sink. “So happy I don’t have to clean up your mess in the mornin’.”
Kaylee shot her an icy stare from across the room, where she’d just finished her own meal. The poor girl was sentenced to a really long dish duty, all for just trying to give a helping hand. Thinking upon it now, she really felt bad for over reacting like she did; it was her fault for placing her friend at the unmerciful hands of her mate.
Oh, well. Dishes weren’t the worst thing he could have done to her.