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pointyspacepirateLzzkren had been shot.
It was not the first time he had been shot. His father had been the first one to shoot him during his training.
And he was almost positive it would not be the last time he was shot either. So long as he allied himself with the ship of fools his life and well being would always be in question.
With as much dignity as he could manage he made his way to the medical bay, feeling the breeze as the ships medic raced past him at a speed only capable by her race. His sharp eyes could follow her movements down the hall before she vanished round the corner. By the time he arrived she would have already had the room set up. Despite the way he could feel the wound burning he did not increase his pace. Each step was perfectly measured and controlled.
He was a man of dignity. Even in if it caused him more pain.
He hadn't always been that way though...
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"You return home this instant!"
The voice of his father barked from the cars communication system and Lzzkren rolled his eyes drawing out a gun and firing it into the dashboard disabling the system with a burst of sparks. His passenger cackled and ran her hand along his thigh giving it a squeeze.
The wind whipping around them was warm as they raced through the summer night on Lzzkren's homeworld. Trees rushed past in a blur of shadows and bursts of starlight peeked through the leaves as the twin moons framed the sky above the treeline.
The dark elf heir poured more power into the magically engine and they were well beyond a safe level of speed. But the girl only cheered and pumped her fist in the air.
"I haven't had fun like this since I was a kid!" She exclaimed scarcely able to believe the situation. Only hours before the two of them had been shouting at each other over a boardroom table over the cost of a contract Lzzkren's family had drafted up for her to sign.
Now he could feel that hand rewarding him for the risky situation by hooking a finger around his belt. There was a smirk of superiority as he felt himself tense and heat up from the touches. The sensations only got worse (or better depending on your point of view) when she leaned in to kiss his long, pointed ear. It was particularly sensitive and caused him to push the accelerator all the way down.
They burst free of the tree line into an open field with grass that came up to half the height of the car. They were cutting a pat through the field as the moonlight lit up their transport and he got another good look at her.
Pale skin, rounded cheeks. A sharp pair of eyes that looked ravenous now but not long ago were as cold as ice when she had been calling him an elitist womanizer.
She wasn't particularly wrong on either count.
He skidded to a stop somewhere in the middle of the field and killed the engine. The sudden contrast between the roar of the wind from a moment ago and the silence was intoxicating. It almost begged to be broken with a scream or a the sharp crack of his gun which once more rested comfortably on the inside of his custom tailored jacket.
He turned to face her and their lips met in an undignified mash of unbridled passion and desire. Neither of them needed each other, they simply wanted this. Wanted to turn all the aggressions from their day jobs into something primal and pleasurable.
Her lips tasted like cola flavored lip gloss. How childish. He reflected. But that wasn't to say he wouldn't enjoy them.
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The surgery had gone well. Lzzkren's body took particularly well to medicine born from herbs and other plants from his homeworld and he always kept a supply on the ship. The ships medic had learned how to use them and so now he lay in a bed in the medical bay awaiting his discharge. He could leave right now and she wouldn't stop him, but he insisted on following protocol if only for keeping up the appearance of receiving proper medical care.
So while he rested and the Medic wrote up her report he closed his eyes a moment and tried to summon forth the memory that had passed through his mind while she'd been treating his wound. Just as he could envision the natural light of the night giving his lover's skin a healthy glow he was interrupted by a voice. "Her" voice.
"You've gotten sloppy again."
There she stood in the doorway. Her face was stern but her eyes betrayed her worry. He didn't crack the smile that threatened to expose itself, though it gave him pleasure and satisfaction to know she was concerned.
"Considering how long I've been surrounded by these fools I'm amazed I haven't gotten even worse." He shot back. The Medic rolled her eyes and gathered up the papers she'd been filling out. "Well since you don't feel like thanking me I'll just go have a snack." She sniffed trying to act like she really cared that he had insulted her. In reality she was leaving him alone with Pamela. They all knew it even if only the medic was willing to admit it.
The silence that stretched on between the two of them was agonizing. He strained his mind to think of something scathing to say but nothing was able to break through of the memory that now decided it should replay itself in the forefront of his mind in vivid high definition.
"Just how rusty have your skills gotten playboy?" Pamela taunted him moving closer to the bed, her eyes lingering on the bandaged wounds and then on the scars that she was unfamiliar with. And she had seen his chest enough times to have the memory of it burned into her mind. Shamelessly Lzzkren remained still, his perfectly sculpted muscles tight under his dark skin. The scars told stories of past crimes, and the faded scars were memories of the strict training he had undergone to be the head of his family.
A family he had abandoned for her.
"I can still handle you if necessary." He muttered and apparently realized all too late that it could be misconstrued as flirting. His face darkened with embarrassment at this oversight and he looked away as if she wasn't worth his time.
She laughed a condescending laugh and moved to his bedside. "I bet you could. Or at least you wish you could. But that ship has sailed." She admonished. That drew his gaze back to her and they locked eyes.
"You don't sound so sure." He accused, his voice dropping an octave.
"I'm always sure." She countered.
"That's a lie."
"You're the expert."
"I lied to protect you."
"More like protect yourself."
The conversation had devolved quickly and now the two of them were glaring at each other. It took a solid minute of this before either of them moved. Surprisingly it was Pamela who made the first move.
She kissed him. Hard. Fast. It was over before Lzzkren could even register what was happening. His eyes were wide with shock as no amount of logic had led him to believe she would do that in this situation.
Then the stinging slap of her left hand against his cheek brought him crashing back to the moment at hand. "You deserve that and a thousand more." She accused while he tried to gather together the scraps of his dignity left.
With a equally condescending smirk he purred, "You mean the kisses? Because I'm open to either."
Now her face was red. She considered slapping him again but instead turned to storm out of the room. "Pompous asshole!"
Settling back into his bed with a sigh Lzzkren focused on the stinging in his cheek. The cool tingle of the medicine on his gunshot wound. Even the chill of the air in the med bay.
Anything to distract him from the fact that now he knew she still wore that childish cola flavored lip gloss.
It was not the first time he had been shot. His father had been the first one to shoot him during his training.
And he was almost positive it would not be the last time he was shot either. So long as he allied himself with the ship of fools his life and well being would always be in question.
With as much dignity as he could manage he made his way to the medical bay, feeling the breeze as the ships medic raced past him at a speed only capable by her race. His sharp eyes could follow her movements down the hall before she vanished round the corner. By the time he arrived she would have already had the room set up. Despite the way he could feel the wound burning he did not increase his pace. Each step was perfectly measured and controlled.
He was a man of dignity. Even in if it caused him more pain.
He hadn't always been that way though...
*******************************************************************************
"You return home this instant!"
The voice of his father barked from the cars communication system and Lzzkren rolled his eyes drawing out a gun and firing it into the dashboard disabling the system with a burst of sparks. His passenger cackled and ran her hand along his thigh giving it a squeeze.
The wind whipping around them was warm as they raced through the summer night on Lzzkren's homeworld. Trees rushed past in a blur of shadows and bursts of starlight peeked through the leaves as the twin moons framed the sky above the treeline.
The dark elf heir poured more power into the magically engine and they were well beyond a safe level of speed. But the girl only cheered and pumped her fist in the air.
"I haven't had fun like this since I was a kid!" She exclaimed scarcely able to believe the situation. Only hours before the two of them had been shouting at each other over a boardroom table over the cost of a contract Lzzkren's family had drafted up for her to sign.
Now he could feel that hand rewarding him for the risky situation by hooking a finger around his belt. There was a smirk of superiority as he felt himself tense and heat up from the touches. The sensations only got worse (or better depending on your point of view) when she leaned in to kiss his long, pointed ear. It was particularly sensitive and caused him to push the accelerator all the way down.
They burst free of the tree line into an open field with grass that came up to half the height of the car. They were cutting a pat through the field as the moonlight lit up their transport and he got another good look at her.
Pale skin, rounded cheeks. A sharp pair of eyes that looked ravenous now but not long ago were as cold as ice when she had been calling him an elitist womanizer.
She wasn't particularly wrong on either count.
He skidded to a stop somewhere in the middle of the field and killed the engine. The sudden contrast between the roar of the wind from a moment ago and the silence was intoxicating. It almost begged to be broken with a scream or a the sharp crack of his gun which once more rested comfortably on the inside of his custom tailored jacket.
He turned to face her and their lips met in an undignified mash of unbridled passion and desire. Neither of them needed each other, they simply wanted this. Wanted to turn all the aggressions from their day jobs into something primal and pleasurable.
Her lips tasted like cola flavored lip gloss. How childish. He reflected. But that wasn't to say he wouldn't enjoy them.
**************************
The surgery had gone well. Lzzkren's body took particularly well to medicine born from herbs and other plants from his homeworld and he always kept a supply on the ship. The ships medic had learned how to use them and so now he lay in a bed in the medical bay awaiting his discharge. He could leave right now and she wouldn't stop him, but he insisted on following protocol if only for keeping up the appearance of receiving proper medical care.
So while he rested and the Medic wrote up her report he closed his eyes a moment and tried to summon forth the memory that had passed through his mind while she'd been treating his wound. Just as he could envision the natural light of the night giving his lover's skin a healthy glow he was interrupted by a voice. "Her" voice.
"You've gotten sloppy again."
There she stood in the doorway. Her face was stern but her eyes betrayed her worry. He didn't crack the smile that threatened to expose itself, though it gave him pleasure and satisfaction to know she was concerned.
"Considering how long I've been surrounded by these fools I'm amazed I haven't gotten even worse." He shot back. The Medic rolled her eyes and gathered up the papers she'd been filling out. "Well since you don't feel like thanking me I'll just go have a snack." She sniffed trying to act like she really cared that he had insulted her. In reality she was leaving him alone with Pamela. They all knew it even if only the medic was willing to admit it.
The silence that stretched on between the two of them was agonizing. He strained his mind to think of something scathing to say but nothing was able to break through of the memory that now decided it should replay itself in the forefront of his mind in vivid high definition.
"Just how rusty have your skills gotten playboy?" Pamela taunted him moving closer to the bed, her eyes lingering on the bandaged wounds and then on the scars that she was unfamiliar with. And she had seen his chest enough times to have the memory of it burned into her mind. Shamelessly Lzzkren remained still, his perfectly sculpted muscles tight under his dark skin. The scars told stories of past crimes, and the faded scars were memories of the strict training he had undergone to be the head of his family.
A family he had abandoned for her.
"I can still handle you if necessary." He muttered and apparently realized all too late that it could be misconstrued as flirting. His face darkened with embarrassment at this oversight and he looked away as if she wasn't worth his time.
She laughed a condescending laugh and moved to his bedside. "I bet you could. Or at least you wish you could. But that ship has sailed." She admonished. That drew his gaze back to her and they locked eyes.
"You don't sound so sure." He accused, his voice dropping an octave.
"I'm always sure." She countered.
"That's a lie."
"You're the expert."
"I lied to protect you."
"More like protect yourself."
The conversation had devolved quickly and now the two of them were glaring at each other. It took a solid minute of this before either of them moved. Surprisingly it was Pamela who made the first move.
She kissed him. Hard. Fast. It was over before Lzzkren could even register what was happening. His eyes were wide with shock as no amount of logic had led him to believe she would do that in this situation.
Then the stinging slap of her left hand against his cheek brought him crashing back to the moment at hand. "You deserve that and a thousand more." She accused while he tried to gather together the scraps of his dignity left.
With a equally condescending smirk he purred, "You mean the kisses? Because I'm open to either."
Now her face was red. She considered slapping him again but instead turned to storm out of the room. "Pompous asshole!"
Settling back into his bed with a sigh Lzzkren focused on the stinging in his cheek. The cool tingle of the medicine on his gunshot wound. Even the chill of the air in the med bay.
Anything to distract him from the fact that now he knew she still wore that childish cola flavored lip gloss.
