His jaw tensed, and even behind the sunglasses, she could see his eyes flashing with anger. Well fuck you too, Boone, she mentally shouted at him; if he wanted to be with her, he was going to have to accept that she wasn't going to let him lock her away from the world in a god damn tower. She'd led the charge against Caesar for heaven's sake. She could handle herself just fine---even if the evidence to the contrary was lying dead less the a foot away.
“One more second and you would have been a pile of ash,” he said.
“You had my back.”
“Barely,” he said, “What happens the next time, if the gun jams or I run out of ammo? What happens if I can't get to you fast enough?”
“I'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen then, now won't I,” she said.
“Damn it, Jack, I'm not stupid. When I say stay back, I have a good fucking reason.”
“That's debatable.”
She knew it was the wrong thing to say the moment the last word left her lips. His face went red and he stared through her---it was almost as if he couldn't decide whether to fall back or murder her. Great. She hadn't meant it like that.
“I meant the having a good reason part,” she said, “I know you're not stupid.”
“Could have fooled me,” he snapped.
“I'm sorry,” she said, “But you've got ease up a little. I'm not made of glass, and I'm not made to sit on a shelf like some pretty little nick knack.”
“Never said you were.”
“No, but this garbage about staying back and letting you take care of everything? Boone, it's shit and you know it,” she said, “Give me a little credit.”
His breath came in ragged, but his shoulders relaxed just enough to make her think that maybe, just maybe, she was getting through to him. She let herself lean closer, to rest her forehead against his cheek---for just a second.
“It's ok,” she said, “We're both alive. The threat is neutralized. Happy ending, yes?”
When she pulled back, intent upon returning her plasma defender to its rightful place at the very bottom of her bag (under the power fist), he stopped her. His palm cupped the side of her face as he kissed her. His lips parted and his tongue---lord help her---his tongue found its way past her defenses to battle with hers.
If this was his idea of a good tongue lashing, well, sign her up for more! He pulled back just enough for the both of them to take a much needed breath.
Little Green Men? 6/?
“One more second and you would have been a pile of ash,” he said.
“You had my back.”
“Barely,” he said, “What happens the next time, if the gun jams or I run out of ammo? What happens if I can't get to you fast enough?”
“I'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen then, now won't I,” she said.
“Damn it, Jack, I'm not stupid. When I say stay back, I have a good fucking reason.”
“That's debatable.”
She knew it was the wrong thing to say the moment the last word left her lips. His face went red and he stared through her---it was almost as if he couldn't decide whether to fall back or murder her. Great. She hadn't meant it like that.
“I meant the having a good reason part,” she said, “I know you're not stupid.”
“Could have fooled me,” he snapped.
“I'm sorry,” she said, “But you've got ease up a little. I'm not made of glass, and I'm not made to sit on a shelf like some pretty little nick knack.”
“Never said you were.”
“No, but this garbage about staying back and letting you take care of everything? Boone, it's shit and you know it,” she said, “Give me a little credit.”
His breath came in ragged, but his shoulders relaxed just enough to make her think that maybe, just maybe, she was getting through to him. She let herself lean closer, to rest her forehead against his cheek---for just a second.
“It's ok,” she said, “We're both alive. The threat is neutralized. Happy ending, yes?”
When she pulled back, intent upon returning her plasma defender to its rightful place at the very bottom of her bag (under the power fist), he stopped her. His palm cupped the side of her face as he kissed her. His lips parted and his tongue---lord help her---his tongue found its way past her defenses to battle with hers.
If this was his idea of a good tongue lashing, well, sign her up for more! He pulled back just enough for the both of them to take a much needed breath.