Post by Yva on Oct 20, 2006 8:28:31 GMT -5
((30 years in the future . . . ))
She wasn’t feeling well. Aleros brought her tea, purring softly in the back of his throat as he rubbed her shoulders in soothing circles.
“Feel like I’m dying,” she groaned, flopping onto her back. Her brow was moist, and there were strands of green hair plastered to her neck and shoulders. “Thanks for the tea, Sugar, but water would be good. Hot as hell over here.”
“No, tea is better.”
She frowned. “But I want water.”
“Tea is better. Trust me.”
“What, you put something in it?” She sniffed the teacup.
“No.”
“Well then why do I have to drink tea when I feel like I’m on . . . oh HELL!” She rolled over again, her face pointed towards the bucket on the floor. Nothing came up; the heaves were dry, but her stomach hurt from the muscle contraction. The teacup and saucer were abandoned on the nightstand. “I’m dying. I ain't EVER eating the Pig's roasted kodo kabobs again.”
“You're not dying.” He curled in behind her, his hand slipping around her waist to rest just below her breasts. “It’s time, Sey Sey.”
“What, for me to yuke again? Thanks for the update, Sugar. Think I knew that.”
His laughter sent a shiver down her spine. If she hadn’t felt so gross, she would have rolled over and kissed him. “Do you remember when I asked you to have my kittens?.”
“Long time ago, yeah. We were in the Bay I think, or maybe Arathi . . .”
“You said yes. And it’s time.”
“Time for what?”
“A kitten.”
She rolled over and blinked at him stupidly, blowing a lock of hair out of her face. His nose was inches away from hers, and there was a benign smile on his mouth. “The hell does that mean?” she demanded, suppressing another gag.
He kissed her brow, his hand smoothing over the flat of her stomach. “You know what it means.”
“What the . . . oh you’ve GOT TO BE SHITTING ME!” She looked horrified. “But you said I didn’t have to drink that ass tasting tea because you had it covered. You said . . . “
“I know what I said.” He hugged her close, smiling into her hair. “I said I could control it.”
“So what, you slipped or something?”
“No.”
“You . . . you . . . “ She sputtered, her eyes huge. She tried to look up at him, but his chin was on her head and she couldn’t move. “You chose this?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“When?”
“A few months ago.”
“A few. Goddess damn it! You coulda SAID something, Sugar. Hell, I’ve been at the bar, and . . .” She trembled. “You coulda asked me.”
“Would you have said no?”
She thought for a moment of Skyborne. She thought of the hurt of losing her child, and she almost answered ‘yes’, but . . . her heart wasn’t in it. Aleros asked little, and if he said he wanted a baby, she’d give him one. She knew that. She’d gripe and complain and upset herself over the possibility, but she’d do it. “Well, no, but I don’t wanna screw it up. I screwed up bad before.”
“You won’t. We won’t.”
“. . . you still could have asked. I should make you sleep on the couch.”
”I knew you’d be agreeable, but you’d destroy yourself over it first. I simply wished to spare you the worry.” He pulled his head back and nudged her face up, kissing her on the cheek. “And you know as well as I do that if I sleep on the couch, you’ll be crawling up beside me within a few hours.”
“Well that’s . . . that’s beside the . . . oh hell.” She flipped over, angling her head towards the bucket as another wave of nausea crested. She groaned. “I’ve been drinking. Not supposed to drink when you’re knocked up.”
“I’ve been diluting your drinks for months now.” He patted her behind affectionately. “Don’t think I haven’t been watching.”
“I should be pissed at you.”
“Perhaps.”
“I feel like I wanna die.”
“You’re not dying.”
“Hell.”
He rubbed his cheek against her shoulder, purring. “Drink your tea, Seylon. It’ll help your stomach.”
“ . . . hell.”
She wasn’t feeling well. Aleros brought her tea, purring softly in the back of his throat as he rubbed her shoulders in soothing circles.
“Feel like I’m dying,” she groaned, flopping onto her back. Her brow was moist, and there were strands of green hair plastered to her neck and shoulders. “Thanks for the tea, Sugar, but water would be good. Hot as hell over here.”
“No, tea is better.”
She frowned. “But I want water.”
“Tea is better. Trust me.”
“What, you put something in it?” She sniffed the teacup.
“No.”
“Well then why do I have to drink tea when I feel like I’m on . . . oh HELL!” She rolled over again, her face pointed towards the bucket on the floor. Nothing came up; the heaves were dry, but her stomach hurt from the muscle contraction. The teacup and saucer were abandoned on the nightstand. “I’m dying. I ain't EVER eating the Pig's roasted kodo kabobs again.”
“You're not dying.” He curled in behind her, his hand slipping around her waist to rest just below her breasts. “It’s time, Sey Sey.”
“What, for me to yuke again? Thanks for the update, Sugar. Think I knew that.”
His laughter sent a shiver down her spine. If she hadn’t felt so gross, she would have rolled over and kissed him. “Do you remember when I asked you to have my kittens?.”
“Long time ago, yeah. We were in the Bay I think, or maybe Arathi . . .”
“You said yes. And it’s time.”
“Time for what?”
“A kitten.”
She rolled over and blinked at him stupidly, blowing a lock of hair out of her face. His nose was inches away from hers, and there was a benign smile on his mouth. “The hell does that mean?” she demanded, suppressing another gag.
He kissed her brow, his hand smoothing over the flat of her stomach. “You know what it means.”
“What the . . . oh you’ve GOT TO BE SHITTING ME!” She looked horrified. “But you said I didn’t have to drink that ass tasting tea because you had it covered. You said . . . “
“I know what I said.” He hugged her close, smiling into her hair. “I said I could control it.”
“So what, you slipped or something?”
“No.”
“You . . . you . . . “ She sputtered, her eyes huge. She tried to look up at him, but his chin was on her head and she couldn’t move. “You chose this?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“When?”
“A few months ago.”
“A few. Goddess damn it! You coulda SAID something, Sugar. Hell, I’ve been at the bar, and . . .” She trembled. “You coulda asked me.”
“Would you have said no?”
She thought for a moment of Skyborne. She thought of the hurt of losing her child, and she almost answered ‘yes’, but . . . her heart wasn’t in it. Aleros asked little, and if he said he wanted a baby, she’d give him one. She knew that. She’d gripe and complain and upset herself over the possibility, but she’d do it. “Well, no, but I don’t wanna screw it up. I screwed up bad before.”
“You won’t. We won’t.”
“. . . you still could have asked. I should make you sleep on the couch.”
”I knew you’d be agreeable, but you’d destroy yourself over it first. I simply wished to spare you the worry.” He pulled his head back and nudged her face up, kissing her on the cheek. “And you know as well as I do that if I sleep on the couch, you’ll be crawling up beside me within a few hours.”
“Well that’s . . . that’s beside the . . . oh hell.” She flipped over, angling her head towards the bucket as another wave of nausea crested. She groaned. “I’ve been drinking. Not supposed to drink when you’re knocked up.”
“I’ve been diluting your drinks for months now.” He patted her behind affectionately. “Don’t think I haven’t been watching.”
“I should be pissed at you.”
“Perhaps.”
“I feel like I wanna die.”
“You’re not dying.”
“Hell.”
He rubbed his cheek against her shoulder, purring. “Drink your tea, Seylon. It’ll help your stomach.”
“ . . . hell.”