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Date: 2012-06-27 03:44 pm (UTC)Playing it safe, she let go of the mattress and lay down. If she went any further she risked the dogs, but Violet seemed somewhat fine with her being where she was. She probably shouldn’t go to sleep, but she just wanted to lie down.
As blistering as the Mojave was during the day, at night it could be frigid. Why so many soldiers bitched about the heat and wished for nuclear winter in the day, when in just a few hours the setting sun would bring bone-biting chill, Betsy never understood. The bloody pallet Betsy had recovered offered no warmth. She hadn’t started her own fire, worrying that it would for some reason set off Violet or her dogs. She’d been antsy enough at Betsy moving to the edge of the camp.
Betsy hugged her arms to her chest and shivered. She was debating whether she should move closer to the camp’s fire, and by extension Violet and the dogs, or if she should just make a break for it. Running from a pack of dogs would at least keep her warm. She very much doubted she’d be able to walk more than a few steps though let alone an all-out run. She tensed as she heard a single set of footsteps come up behind her, but didn’t move. She figured quick movements risked setting the Fiend off.
Violet slowly lowered herself down next to the soldier and lay down beside her. Betsy didn’t react. Violet ran her hands up Betsy’s back. Betsy still didn’t react. She could feel the other woman’s hips pressing against her own. Betsy shifted slightly, putting a bit of space between her own body and Violet’s. The other woman didn’t seem to care, and responded by pressing her lips against the back of Betsy’s neck. Betsy shrugged her away. The other woman was moving slow and keeping quiet, but she kept trying. Betsy was beginning to feel like she might vomit just as Violet began scratching her head, running her fingers through the soldier’s buzzed hair. A bit like a dog, Betsy thought. Normally she loved when a woman ran her fingers through the short hair. Not now. She jerked her head away.
Violet stopped trying to touch her for a bit, but continued to lie next to her. The two women were quiet, Betsy listening to Violet’s breathing, hoping she would just go to sleep. She could handle just sleeping next to the other woman. That would be fine.
Violet didn’t want to keep still though, and before long her hands were roving over Betsy’s back and arms again. Betsy shifted slightly away once more, but Violet wouldn’t be shaken off this time. Violet wrapped her arms around the soldier, and pressed one of her hands against Betsy’s crotch. That was too much. Betsy jerked away, the violence of her movement causing her headache to return with a vengeance.
She was now lying on the ground facing Violet, who was still lying on the mattress, regarding the other woman quizzically. Betsy’s breathing was heavy and she could feel bile in the back of her throat. She choked it back.
Violet seemed to think hard for a moment. “Okay.” She pushed herself to her feet.