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pointyspacepirateThe walk from the main room of the silk to Puck's private quarters was not normally a long one. One of the benefits of being the captain meant having a room close to just about anything important on the ship.
But right now leaning on Jessie who bore her weight like she was a child, Puck felt like she had miles to go.
"Almost there." Jessie mumbled and she didn't even bother admonishing him. There was no one else here so she didn't need to keep up her abrasive attitude towards him. Her head was pounding, she felt flush.
Suddenly she was floating. No...being carried!
She looked up to Jessie's uncharacteristically stoic expression. He was holding her lightly in his thick powerful arms.
Allowing herself a small smile she leaned into his chest and gripped at his T-shirt. "Mmm, thank you."
"Don't mention it." Jessie nodded gently and opened the door to her room carrying her back in. She felt herself relax just from the familiar surroundings. The silk was her home. And this was her private paradise. The benefits of being captain.
Without even having to ask him Jessie lay her on the bed and moved to her walk in closet returning with some more comfortable clothes. "Enjoy the free show." She chuckled letting him undress her slowly. "You'll have to work harder for it when I'm feeling better."
"I bet." There was no humor in his tone though. Even in Puck's cloudy state she could sense his anger. There was so much anger, sorrow and fear among her crew. And she blamed herself.
She was the foundation of this family and they had just seen her damaged. Of course they were shaken.
She took his head into her hands and drew him into an embrace. A rare sign of tender affection between the two of them. Even a soft kiss on his forehead.
"I'm sorry." An even rarer apology. Jessie was the one member of the crew she'd never needed to apologize to or play nice with. He was always able to take whatever she could dish out and came back for more. She often wondered if he understood her weaknesses better then she did.
"It's not your fault." He responded automatically hiding his face in her modest chest.
A sharp tug of his ponytail tilted his head back and she gently removed his sunglasses. The lighting in her room was dim enough it wouldn't hurt his eyes. Other then his sister Puck was the only person he let look at his eyes. There were pale and his pupils large. Decidedly strange for a human but Puck liked them. It made him look more like a puppy.
"I'm fine. I promise." She ran his fingers through his hair and quietly felt a sting of jealousy that his hair was silkier then hers.
"No you're not." He argued. "If I'd have been there-"
"You would have gotten ripped apart." She shot him down instantly. Even through the haze of painkillers she knew that's what everyone was thinking.
He looked hurt by the truth so she leaned in and kissed him softly. It lacked the passion and bite of their usual kisses. It was deep and honest.
"I need you to be strong." She spoke softly when their lips had only barely parted. "We're going to be going up against more then we've ever had to deal with. I'll need you with me."
It felt heavy. For someone who regularly bench pressed crushing amounts of weight he wasn't sure he could shoulder so much burden.
"It could get us all killed." He acknowledged. and Puck sighed. "Maybe....but I'd rather die trying, then keep living in fear of that monster."
The idea that anyone had scared Puck...HIS Puck. It was enough to make Jessie want to punch everything in sight. But another stroke of her firm hand along his jawline melted his muscles again.
"Are you with me Jessie?"
"Of course Puck."
She didn't correct him, he didn't have to use her title here. Instead she lay back on her bed and pulled him along with her. His weight made the mattress shift so she was tucked against him. The smell of his jacket still lingered on his neck earning him kisses along it. Powerful arms that could crush steel slid around her as gentle as if she were made of glass.
Just a couple hours. She'd let herself be delicate and tender for a couple hours then she would begin rebuilding.
The foundation was chipped and dented. But not cracked. She would not crumble.
****************************************
Pam hadn't felt this bad in a long time. Kitty had given her something for her shock but she hadn't felt like she could keep it down. Her stomach was in knots.
What had started like a business meeting had turned into an assault, all because a madman felt like putting a little fear into the heart of his employees.
Lzzkren was furious, mostly at himself. After a short shouting match with the rest of the crew they had retired to their room where he was using a wooden sword to lash out at some training dummies. Each smack echoed through the wide open room and was punctuated by a grunt and growl. He had shed his suit and now muscles rippled with strain and power born out of anger.
Pam sat nearby on one of the grassy hills, his suitjacket draped over her shoulders providing some comfort while he tried to beat his frustrations out on the dummies.
That man...no. He was a monster. That much Pam was sure of. His eyes had no humanity in them. Even when he was laughing they were like the eyes of a cold blooded creature. He was driven only by the pleasure at other peoples pain.
She had met some people like that on her way to the top, but never to that degree. Men and women who had lost their empathy in a quest to gain as much power and wealth as possible. There was a time when she would have become just like them. She had often worried about it. How easy would it be to ruthlessly cut away the parts of her that made her worry about others? To only care about herself and those closest to her? People could have been fired, money could have been made. The rise to the top could have been easier...
CRACK!
One of the dummies had been shattered at it's thickest point and was laying in pieces on the ground. Lzzkren didn't stop though. He had moved onto the next dummy. And the next.
Slow realization began to dawn on Pam as sweat glistened on his skin and fire burned in his eyes. It would be easier to find a way to defeat Spider if they thought like he did. But would it be worth it?
Was Puck capable of becoming a monster like that? With her powers she had it had to be tempting. She could likely kill people without raising a hand. So why didn't she? After all they were criminals weren't they? Othelo was supposedly responsible for genocide!
And yet they always seemed to aim for wounds rather then crippling. To knock out rather then die.
It had to take great strength. Strength that Spider didn't have.
For the first time in what felt like days Pam felt like there was hope.
Rising to her feet she made her way down to the training area where Lzzkren stood panting among the rubble of his practice dummies. Wood and stray were scattered around his feet.
With confidence she placed a hand on his bare shoulder and he turned to watch her from the corner of his eye.
"What?"
"Drop the sword."
It took a moment, but his stiff fingers released the sword letting it fall silently to the grass. His entire arm felt numb and tight from the effort. She slide a hand along his bicep and felt the muscles straining against his skin.
"Take a deep breath."
He obeyed, his chest rising as it filled with air, she slid her hand down his side along his abdominal muscles.
"Let it out slowly."
The air left through his pointed nose slowly, but audibly. He felt the tension in his chest and neck slowly unwinding as Pam's chest pressed to his back and her lips brushing against his neck.
"I love you."
He turned to embrace her firmly, holding her tight. For the first time in a long time he needed her instead of the other way around. She felt herself standing firm like she was the one with all the training and skill.
"I love you too."
No hesitation in his voice. No shame or pride. Just the truth.
"I want to get married." He continued his voice barely audible as they sank into the grass together.
"How soon?"
"Now."
She laughed softly and their lips met once again.
"Yes."
But right now leaning on Jessie who bore her weight like she was a child, Puck felt like she had miles to go.
"Almost there." Jessie mumbled and she didn't even bother admonishing him. There was no one else here so she didn't need to keep up her abrasive attitude towards him. Her head was pounding, she felt flush.
Suddenly she was floating. No...being carried!
She looked up to Jessie's uncharacteristically stoic expression. He was holding her lightly in his thick powerful arms.
Allowing herself a small smile she leaned into his chest and gripped at his T-shirt. "Mmm, thank you."
"Don't mention it." Jessie nodded gently and opened the door to her room carrying her back in. She felt herself relax just from the familiar surroundings. The silk was her home. And this was her private paradise. The benefits of being captain.
Without even having to ask him Jessie lay her on the bed and moved to her walk in closet returning with some more comfortable clothes. "Enjoy the free show." She chuckled letting him undress her slowly. "You'll have to work harder for it when I'm feeling better."
"I bet." There was no humor in his tone though. Even in Puck's cloudy state she could sense his anger. There was so much anger, sorrow and fear among her crew. And she blamed herself.
She was the foundation of this family and they had just seen her damaged. Of course they were shaken.
She took his head into her hands and drew him into an embrace. A rare sign of tender affection between the two of them. Even a soft kiss on his forehead.
"I'm sorry." An even rarer apology. Jessie was the one member of the crew she'd never needed to apologize to or play nice with. He was always able to take whatever she could dish out and came back for more. She often wondered if he understood her weaknesses better then she did.
"It's not your fault." He responded automatically hiding his face in her modest chest.
A sharp tug of his ponytail tilted his head back and she gently removed his sunglasses. The lighting in her room was dim enough it wouldn't hurt his eyes. Other then his sister Puck was the only person he let look at his eyes. There were pale and his pupils large. Decidedly strange for a human but Puck liked them. It made him look more like a puppy.
"I'm fine. I promise." She ran his fingers through his hair and quietly felt a sting of jealousy that his hair was silkier then hers.
"No you're not." He argued. "If I'd have been there-"
"You would have gotten ripped apart." She shot him down instantly. Even through the haze of painkillers she knew that's what everyone was thinking.
He looked hurt by the truth so she leaned in and kissed him softly. It lacked the passion and bite of their usual kisses. It was deep and honest.
"I need you to be strong." She spoke softly when their lips had only barely parted. "We're going to be going up against more then we've ever had to deal with. I'll need you with me."
It felt heavy. For someone who regularly bench pressed crushing amounts of weight he wasn't sure he could shoulder so much burden.
"It could get us all killed." He acknowledged. and Puck sighed. "Maybe....but I'd rather die trying, then keep living in fear of that monster."
The idea that anyone had scared Puck...HIS Puck. It was enough to make Jessie want to punch everything in sight. But another stroke of her firm hand along his jawline melted his muscles again.
"Are you with me Jessie?"
"Of course Puck."
She didn't correct him, he didn't have to use her title here. Instead she lay back on her bed and pulled him along with her. His weight made the mattress shift so she was tucked against him. The smell of his jacket still lingered on his neck earning him kisses along it. Powerful arms that could crush steel slid around her as gentle as if she were made of glass.
Just a couple hours. She'd let herself be delicate and tender for a couple hours then she would begin rebuilding.
The foundation was chipped and dented. But not cracked. She would not crumble.
****************************************
Pam hadn't felt this bad in a long time. Kitty had given her something for her shock but she hadn't felt like she could keep it down. Her stomach was in knots.
What had started like a business meeting had turned into an assault, all because a madman felt like putting a little fear into the heart of his employees.
Lzzkren was furious, mostly at himself. After a short shouting match with the rest of the crew they had retired to their room where he was using a wooden sword to lash out at some training dummies. Each smack echoed through the wide open room and was punctuated by a grunt and growl. He had shed his suit and now muscles rippled with strain and power born out of anger.
Pam sat nearby on one of the grassy hills, his suitjacket draped over her shoulders providing some comfort while he tried to beat his frustrations out on the dummies.
That man...no. He was a monster. That much Pam was sure of. His eyes had no humanity in them. Even when he was laughing they were like the eyes of a cold blooded creature. He was driven only by the pleasure at other peoples pain.
She had met some people like that on her way to the top, but never to that degree. Men and women who had lost their empathy in a quest to gain as much power and wealth as possible. There was a time when she would have become just like them. She had often worried about it. How easy would it be to ruthlessly cut away the parts of her that made her worry about others? To only care about herself and those closest to her? People could have been fired, money could have been made. The rise to the top could have been easier...
CRACK!
One of the dummies had been shattered at it's thickest point and was laying in pieces on the ground. Lzzkren didn't stop though. He had moved onto the next dummy. And the next.
Slow realization began to dawn on Pam as sweat glistened on his skin and fire burned in his eyes. It would be easier to find a way to defeat Spider if they thought like he did. But would it be worth it?
Was Puck capable of becoming a monster like that? With her powers she had it had to be tempting. She could likely kill people without raising a hand. So why didn't she? After all they were criminals weren't they? Othelo was supposedly responsible for genocide!
And yet they always seemed to aim for wounds rather then crippling. To knock out rather then die.
It had to take great strength. Strength that Spider didn't have.
For the first time in what felt like days Pam felt like there was hope.
Rising to her feet she made her way down to the training area where Lzzkren stood panting among the rubble of his practice dummies. Wood and stray were scattered around his feet.
With confidence she placed a hand on his bare shoulder and he turned to watch her from the corner of his eye.
"What?"
"Drop the sword."
It took a moment, but his stiff fingers released the sword letting it fall silently to the grass. His entire arm felt numb and tight from the effort. She slide a hand along his bicep and felt the muscles straining against his skin.
"Take a deep breath."
He obeyed, his chest rising as it filled with air, she slid her hand down his side along his abdominal muscles.
"Let it out slowly."
The air left through his pointed nose slowly, but audibly. He felt the tension in his chest and neck slowly unwinding as Pam's chest pressed to his back and her lips brushing against his neck.
"I love you."
He turned to embrace her firmly, holding her tight. For the first time in a long time he needed her instead of the other way around. She felt herself standing firm like she was the one with all the training and skill.
"I love you too."
No hesitation in his voice. No shame or pride. Just the truth.
"I want to get married." He continued his voice barely audible as they sank into the grass together.
"How soon?"
"Now."
She laughed softly and their lips met once again.
"Yes."
