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Topic Started: Jul 18 2011, 11:58 PM (663 Views)
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This wasn't the first time Hunter had spent the hours clearing all his gear out of an engine room. He'd lost count of the ships he'd maintained since the start of the war long ago, and wasn't all to keen on trying to keep track. It only served to make him feel old. Clearing out his tools but staying aboard a ship was unprecedented though. Hunter had one true calling in the world; the same one passed down from his father and his father's father. The Williams' men might be emotionally stunted and have the communication skills of a prepubescent boy, but they were virtuoso's with a wrench in their hands. Given that, there wasn't a logical path that lead to Hunter taking command of the Cressida, at least none that Hunter himself could find.

They were scheduled to leave port the next morning, heading out on some mission Leslie had mentioned but refused to describe in the slightest in the brief wave he'd received that morning. She would give him the details at some point, she always did, but never with any sort of time to spare. By then he needed to be moved into the office, finalize the duty roster, touch base with all the active crew members and have the ship resupplied (something that was fully Fi's job but between the episode at dinner the night before and plotting the murder of certain ex-personnel Hunter wasn't entirely positive she was going to pull through this time). His side twinged just thinking about the disastrous dinner, before shaking the thought away. All that would come flooding back soon enough, for now he was just working in the engine room and things were as they should be. Clangs and thumps echoed down empty halls as various tools were pulled from their perches and dumped into crates haphazardly. It was all going to have to be reorganized once he'd dragged it up to the office, no reason to worry himself on keeping order now.
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The changes on the ship were happening so quickly Tessa was surprised everyone was keeping up so easily. Then again, the way the ship was situated, changed happened all the time and if you didn't keep up you'd flail and fall behind. The redhead walked down the hall toward the engine room. She wasn't sure what she wanted other than to peak into the engine room and possibly see the battle of wills between Hunter and Aurora.

The Engine Room of the Cressida always seemed to be a bit ... disorganized. Not that it was if you asked either of the resident grease monkeys, but nonetheless it always seemed that way to Tessa. Today was no different, though there was a tall man with wide shoulders and a lean back facing away from her. She knew that back, or had known once upon a time. She had known it intimately. Dark blue eyes twisted away from his body, hoping her mind would get away from it as well. Her view skipped from wrenches to twine to open bag to .... her eyes flew back to the bag and all intimate thoughts disappeared in an instant.

"What is that?" She was striding through the room, flat boots easily avoiding the objects strewn about the floor as she stopped in front of the bag that was flung open so carelessly. The crates with all the random tools of his trade were easily ignored but this bag ... the bag that had not only tools but a bracelet of Rosalee's and her extra pair of shoes. Tessa knew those objects. She reached down and snatched a single sheet of paper that was more crumpled than not out of the back. There was a rather messy scrawl across the front with a list of planets. Rim worlds known for being easy to 'start over' from.

"You're taking her away from me?" She didn't say again but it was a close thing. Her voice was cold as ice as her hand clenched the paper, crumpling it more as she stood slowly back up and took a single step forward. Suddenly all she could think of was that bright and beautiful child that she had missed so very much. He had planned on taking her away from Tessa. Leaving. Her fists clenched even more as her heart started to pound, making her chest twinge a bit.

Tessa wanted to hit him, wanted to pick up the hammer that was 2.3 feet to her right and swing it into his bruised ribs. She wanted to take the wrench poking haphazardly out of the bag at her feet and bring it down on top of his head over and over until you couldn't hear the bone crunch anymore. She wanted to grab the calipers and slam them through his right eye socket as she stared into the left, to take the twine he was so enamored of and wrap it around his neck until he stopped struggling and eventually stopped breathing. The only thing that stopped her was the thought of a 'Verse without Hunter, he was damn lucky her heart hurt when he wasn't around. So instead Tessa squashed down the murderous thoughts, though the violence wasn't gone entirely, and she simply stared at him and waited for his response.
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A shrill unexpected voice shattered through his mechanized happy place and echoed around the room, accusing him from every side. The man jumped a little, his head whiping around to find Tessa locked into a bull-fighting stance and crumpling his already worn papers in her hands. For one, how the hell had she managed to pick that particular object in this entire room to get all inquisitive about. For another she was ruining them! "OIY! Woman! Put those down ye purple gutted half-nit! You know how much a set a papers like them'll cost a man? His whole damn life savin's is what; don't go off muckin'em with them fine pedicured hands a' yers!"

Hunter moved toward the firey red head like bear raring for a fight. If she wanted to go? Fine. She had become this distracting whirlpool of a mind sucking problem ever since she'd popped out of the grave like a bonafied vampire. The same body, the same voice, and every so often just a glimmer of the same person as that woman he'd known; but this time in the form of his sworn enemy. The one kind of person he could never truly trust. The question of her motives here plagued him, her actions confused him, and Hunter Williams hated when he couldn't tell which were the bad guys and which were the good ones (or more accurately in his life; the not-so-bad ones).

If this all had just been a threat to himself, fine, so be it, he'd taken worse odds with his own life plenty often. But this woman was a direct threat to Rosie, and Hunter wasn't entirely positive he'd be able to protect his little girl if Tessa decided to play like a good little Alliance soldier. "Take her away from you? You's the one that left her remember? Ditched her off on some half mad world like last week's garbage and ran off back to what ever fancy core life you had waiting for you back home. I'll take my daughter where I damn please, where I know I can keep her safe and don't give a rats ass how that makes you feel." He was up in Tessa's face now, a large hand snapping out to take back those precious passes to saftey. If she'd seen the list then he'd have to start his journey into hiding somewhere else.... unless she'd expect that then he would stay with one of the originals.... but would she know he'd try and bluff her? Fuck psychology, thinking like that only put him in a worse kind of mood. Hunter would smash out the details later. It wasn't as though he was planning on leaving this instant now that he'd been coerced into commanding this ship. For now.
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If she hadn't felt the violent rage pulsing through her veins she might have smiled as he used the word pedicure improperly. Manicurse were for you hands, pedicures were for her feet and yes they did look fancy seeing as she enjoyed painting her nails pretty colors. That was neither here nor there though. Right now all that mattered were the papers she was clutching. She squeezed the harder, feeling the paper crinkle and warp in her hands. Oh how she wanted to hurt him at this moment.

Hunter Williams was rushing toward her, shoulders wide and blood in his eyes. It was a look she might find vaguely erotic in other circumstances but at this particular moment she wanted that violence so that she could respond in kind. He was the only person she could ever possibly be herself with, if she could remember who she really was. When she was with Rosie it was so much easier but then he came forward and she was ashamed of everything she had done and she was afraid, so very afraid, that he would never feel for her what she felt for him and so she closed up. She shut down and became the robot that he accused her of being and all she could do was become more stiff as she tried to be someone other than the woman he refused to beleive she could be. It was all too confusing and hectic, a never ending carousel ride in hell.

Tessa's blue eyes flashed cold fire at Hunter's next words. Left her? Garbage!? "I did what I had to do to keep her safe." Her words were cold as ice as he snatched at the papers in her hand. She resisted for a moment before letting them go so that she could slap him across the face as hard as she could. Her chin trembled lightly with rage and other emotions she didn't want to delve into at the moment as she stared at him. "Because you've been doing such a bang up job keeping her safe so far?" She took a step forward, invading his space as her voice started getting louder. "My fancy core life involved a single room without a window and locks on the outside of the door. It involved training that bruised and broke bones and left the other person dead. That fancy life as you call it, is the reason I faked her death and tried to make mine real and sent her to the one place I could think of that they wouldn't find her. You don't have to care about my feelings because you will never understand them, but you aren't taking away my baby when I only just got her back." She had her hands fisted at her sides and she hadn't even realized that she was yelling at him, wishing he'd take a swing so that she could swing back and maybe make him hurt the way that she herself was hurting. This stupid pain that made her want to scream until her throat was raw and she couldn't make a sound anymore.
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Her palm struck his cheek with the force of a freight train, turning his head a few inches to the right. It was a move Hunter hadn't expected in the slightest. Knives, blugeoning with his weapons, a dirty punch to the ribs; all of those were far more like her. Slapping him open handed across the face? It was so... oddly... feminine...  He stood tense, his expression shifting from broiling anger to 'what the fuck?'. How was he even supposed to respond to that?! He had his papers back, so maybe he should just-- did she really just say that?! All at once his confusion was wiped away by the fury of her insinuating he hadn't kept Rosie safe. He'd stopped caring about doing anything else well a long time ago, protecting his daughter was his first priority. His fist snagged the front of her shirt as a low snarl escaped his throat, strong arms slammed her back into doorframe she had just walked through with a metallic thud. His face mere inches from hers, burning brown eyes locked unforgiving to her cold blue ones, his words forming as little more than a hiss. "See me'n Rosie ain't never had any Alliance trouble, so far as them comin' after her is concerned. Then soon as your not-so-dead ass decides to up and pop back into the scene all willy-nilly like; that's when our ship gets raided, they beat our Doc near half to death and they steal my kid." His fingers ground into the fabric balled into his palm, fury rolling off him in waves.

"And what I'm just s'possed to assume you ain't weaving tales again? Even if I could believe a damn word that just fell out your lyin' mouth, everything you just described sounds like a day at the park compared to what could've happened to Rosie alone on Varley. Its pure dumb luck I ever came across her like I did. A kid like her would go for a fortune to some border world prince to do as he pleased, which would be far better'n what could happen if the Reavers ever got to her." He was furious. For all he reasons he'd said and so many more the man couldn't begin to put in words. 

Half the time he felt as though his home had been invaded by the enemy, the other half left him feeling so scared and confused he just wanted to bolt so he could be free of it. Buried beneath all that the man was just plain hurt. He'd cared about that toughened border girl from the docks with a wit sharper than any knife, he'd cared more than he was willing to admit to anyone else; except when his daughter had questions about who her mother had been. It tore him up inside to think that Melody wouldn't have looked for him once she knew Rosalee was coming about. It shattered his heart to think Melody might never have existed at all.

Of course Hunter was to proud and to damn scared to stop and say any of this. Too blind to really know it was going on. He continued as he always had, that caveman style of burying pain or fear (or any intense emotion really) with anger; handling the smallest of perceived threats with violence. Hunter was teetering on the brink of bloodying her face with his knuckles, if she so much as blinked wrong in this moment he'd drive his knee into her gut. "Don't talk to me about how this makes you feel. You lost that privilege a long time ago.              
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He was grabbing her, slamming her into the door frame, his very being invading her physical space. Snarling in her face, crumpling her shirt, red splotches across his cheekbones and the tips of his ears from his intense emotions. Could he name all those emotions? Did he understand them at all? A clinical part of her brain was dissecting all of this information and categorizing each tiny part to be used in an instant, the rest of her was allowing pure passion to control her body rather than her well trained cerebral impulses.

She sneered at Hunter, that calm piece of her brain that was no longer in control demanding to know if he realized what little sense he was making. "Try again lover," The last word was used to simply push his buttons and she said it slowly, savoring the taste of it just because she knew it would bother him more. "I joined the Shengli after I found out they were following the Cressida's trail. They stole your kid and I made damn sure she was taken care of while she was there just like I made damn sure she got off that miserable boat." She didn't care about the Doc. As far as Tessa was concerned it was his own damn fault for being on the ship and a hazard of the trade.

Her hands shot out, this time taking hold of his shirt like he was gripping hers and dragging his face toward hers so she could look straight into his eyes. She was angry and that anger was starting to crack the calm that everyone on the ship seemed to find so eerie. "Alone? I left her with Chantalle at the Companions Guild. She only ever knew me as Melody, a fellow companion, and she knew what I wanted for Rosalee; who I wanted her brought to, how I wanted her raised. She was safe and well loved while she was there. She was never alone and she never would have been sold. They loved me." Her voice cracked the tiniest bit on the last short sentence. They had loved her there, treated her as a friend or a sister, family they didn't get to see often. It was so very different from her own childhood.

Hunters words were like a slap in the face. Not because she had lost whatever privileges he'd given her to speak to him, but because they so mirrored everything she'd been told for so many years. "Don't talk to me about your feelings." "Feelings and emotions are unimportant" "your thoughts on the matter are unimportant" Things were never about Tessa, they were about the mission or the person or the cause. She didn't want those words from the one person who had told her that she mattered, that she was beautiful, who had asked her what she was thinking and feeling. Tessa stopped gripping his shirt and shoved him back, her palms flat on his chest. It didn't work since he was still gripping her shirt and she shoved at him again. Thumping her palms against his chest and yelling into his face.

"Don't you speak to me like that Hunter Williams. I love her just as much as you do! I loved her enough to give her up so she'd have a better life! I did what I had to do and I would do it again in a heart beat and you don't get to sit there all high and mighty judging me when you didn't show up that last year! Where were you? How was I supposed to find you without them finding you too? I was young and pregnant and afraid for my baby and I made a decision and it was the right decision gorramit, because she is smart and beautiful and perfect and she wouldn't have been if she had stayed with me so stop being all high and mighty and thinking you understand what I think and I feel because you don't and you never will with that brain dead redneck fuckwit mind of yours!" She didn't even realize she was in his face this time, her skin having gone a shade paler and her freckles standing out even more on her skin as she breathed heavily, half wanting him to cross her so she could rip into him some more. The little calm part of her mind that had lost any kind of control it once had was calculating the last time she had screamed in someones face. It had been more than 10 years.
Edited by Tessa Lucas, Aug 19 2011, 11:03 PM.
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Hunter wanted to truly hurt this person. Strike her just like she'd done to him; without fists and deep enough that she'd never come back from it. "Loved you? You think they loved you? See I thought that once too. Turns out you can't trust people based on something stupid like love. Did you tell them about yourself? Your real self? Explain how you're an Alliance dog and part of the reason their families out on the border got to fight to get things so basic as food to eat and simple medicines? Was it just me you feed them lines too? 'Cause see I figure you pedaled that same old story about growin' up on the docks, playing it off with just a touch of that twang like you did with me." As much as he hated the Alliance and all those associated with it; if Melody had told him, simply come clean one night as they lay tangled in sheets, Hunter wouldn't have been able to stay mad with her, not for long. Sure, he would have freaked out initially, but she could have won him over regardless of the shock. At one time she'd had that much power over him. Now it was too late, there was nothing left but deception.

Harsh as his tongue had been, Tessa was fighting just as dirty, dragging out words he'd so long wished were true, things he wanted desperately to believe in. Had she really looked for him? His throat was tight as he spoke, each blow of her fists driving the words home, sending his emotions farther off kilter, but that didn't slow his attack. "Didn't need any of your help finding me there princess, they already had me." Memories flashed across his mind's eye, images of white rooms, freakish suited surgeons, and Leslie's last minute commands that had lead him to that god forsaken planet, and the narrow escape that had kept him in hiding ever since. "I was too busy gettin' cut on by them co-workers of yours to show up. They don't really like to hand out vacation leave to the prisoners." Her words kept charging through his brain. Pregnant and scared. Alone. He'd imagined what had happened in the space between him stepping out the door and finding Rosie a thousand times, in a million different ways. It always boiled down to the same question; Why hadn't she put word out for him? He hadn't been hiding back then. News traveled through the salvage ring. He would have come. "Why'd you wait till then huh? If you were really wanting to find me that is. Might not be no doctor but I know how long it takes to carry a baby. Plenty of chances for you to tack me down."

Hunter Williams had never been a trusting man. He'd kept away from growing fond of just about anyone new since the death of his parents. As far as he was concerned, people you cared about either ended up hurting you or getting themselves murdered. He'd faltered on that rule with this crew just as he'd faltered with Melody those years past. She'd snuck up on him and dragged feelings out he'd long since worked to bury. And playing the same cruel tricks again like a broken record; the Alliance had turned back and shattered what he'd begun to hold onto. He refused to let them get to Rosie. They had everything else, they wouldn't have and hurt his daughter. As angry and he was, he wouldn't even let his own brash emotions put that in jeopardy. The muscles in his jaw churned as he dropped the papers to the floor, Tessa's blouse caught steadfast in his hand, pressing his body close to limit her ability to move. "I always told you things straight, and you never once told me the truth. Plain and simple means I ain't have no reason to believe you. Can't afford to. Seen Alliance folk do enough, using a kid's mother is well within bounds." His right hand darted to the small of his back, pulling the weapon he'd been keeping there in case Jay of all people decided to come back for round two. "If by some twisted chance you actually do have her best interests at heart you'd understand exactly why I got to be ready to do whatever it takes. There ain't no line I won't cross." In one deft motion the safety was off an the barrel of the gun jammed into her side and held tightly to his angling up to her lungs and heart. The opposing forearm pressed her chest hard to the wall with the full weight of his body working to try and keep her subdued, leaving his face centimeters from hers. "You'd also know why I can't have loose ends or maybes laying around." His eyes were damp, shoulders drawn taught, conflicting feelings of anger and sadness edging him onward, to eliminate the source of injury. His heart was pounding, breaking as he tried to keep back the memories of Melody; but what option did he have? She'd be watching for his escape now, planning accordingly.
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It was a punch to the gut, those words. They loved her, they did because once upon a time Melody really had been who she was, who she wasn't supposed to be. Wasn't allowed to be. He had loved her, loved Melody. He'd wanted to be with her, chuckled at her sass and touched her as though she was the most amazing thing he'd ever encountered. She had lied about her background, but really how was she supposed to know she was going to feel the way she did about him? Or that such a feeling would be reciprocated? How the hell did it even happen?

Her throat was closing, she couldn't make a sound as he attacked her with words. They'd had him? There hadn't been that many captives taken in the time frame he spoke of ... had he broken into the Academy? She was supposed to interrogate a captive (dark hair, dark eyes, smart mouth) and instead she'd run away with her child looking for Hunter. She hadn't found Hunter and when they got her back to the Academy it was in a medical transport and that same night that particular captive got away. It had been a first in Academy history. Hunter was good, but he wasn't good enough to get through all of their security and operatives on his own. Tessa was just glad he'd gotten away from wherever he'd been held.

Tessa was brought back to the present as Hunter pressed forward, bringing up points that sounded so easy when he said them but had been so agonizingly difficult at the time that she didn't know what to say. She couldn't put her thoughts and memories and emotions into words. Her lips trembled apart before she clamped them back together. Hunter was pressing forward into her space, invading her nose with the scent of engine oil and musk, a smell that shouldn't have been nearly so intoxicating. He was talking again, the words seemed to process just a little slow as his hand whipped behind him, grabbing the gun she knew he had behind his back and she couldn't even bring herself to stop him from pressing the gun into her side in a clear kill-shot. His forearm trapped her against the wall and she knew that if she lived to tomorrow she'd have a bruise down her back from the door jam and a bruise across her chest from the corded muscle of his arm.

Tessa swallowed and slowly lifted her arm, his eyes didn't flinch as she put a gentle hand up to his cheek and stared into his eyes for a moment. "Not everything was a lie. Melody was the person I used to be, the person I could have been. The person I ... I wanted to be." Tessa was sad and she was tired and she understood. If this was what he wanted most for Rosie, if this was how he thought it best to take care of her ... who was she to stop him? Maybe she really was the danger, after all Veldon wanted her alive because he knew that he could control her. "It's alright. I understand. Maybe he'll stop looking for us if you end it. I wasn't strong enough to follow through when I failed that first time."

It all seemed so pointless anyway in that moment, this would make things better. Hunter didn't want her there, Rosalee was afraid of her, Veldon was hoping to get her back and she knew what she had to look forward to once her brother go hold of her. She felt her chin wobble just a little bit and her voice dropped to a whisper as tears filled her eyes but didn't let them fall. She wouldn't cry. "Just don't hate me forever ok?" Her thumb rubbed across his cheekbone lightly before she dropped her hand and closed her eyes, letting her head fall back against the unyielding metal.
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He shouldn't have hesitated, but to be honest he hadn't been expecting this, why wasn't she fighting him?. A normally steadfast hand shook now as it clutched the weapon, seconds ticking away with the pair locked against the wall. He was a soldier. This wasn't new territory. Pull the trigger, tie up the ends that needed tying, dump the body, move on. If he had been smart he wouldn't have let her respond, he'd have fired before she even opened her mouth. But he didn't, too thrown by her utter lack of self defense and the thoughts of Melody pushing their way to the foreground. Now he was caught in limbo as her soft voice rang quietly in his ear, corroding away his resolve. "Not everything was a lie." She was playing him. How hard was it to realize that's what he wanted? "It's alright. I understand." Was she really just going to let him fire a bullet through her insides without any kind of fight?

Fingertips brushed against skin damp from sweat and a few silent tears. Hunter's heart stopped, the crease above his nose furrowing ever deeper as his breath grew more shallow. "Just don't hate me forever ok?" Dark eyes couldn't stand to sit under her familiar gaze so they pressed shut, his forehead falling softly against hers, the tip of his nose brushing against her cheek, his hold on her loosening only slightly. There he was; worked up into a frenzy, caught halfway between finishing off the enemy or finally just letting himself up and kiss the woman he'd been dreaming of for half a decade. Something he'd wanted to try desperately since she'd come back into his life. An agonized growl forced its way from his chest. That growl, finally, turned into some kind of action. Shoving himself back Hunter release her shirt.

"God Dammit woman!" His feet had taken over, carting his body back and forth as he gestured wildly with the gun. "What?! It's just supposed to be that simple? Six years. SIX. Hell almost seven!" Words flowed from his lips at a speed that put some auctioneers to shame. "You were dead! Very dead! MANY YEARS dead and then you decide to pull this Frankenstein shit? What you couldn't have come on out to the party four years ago? Nine fucking months ago would have been better fucking timing." He was jabbing the gun at her chest now, in place of an accusatory finger. "And pregnant? How the fuck did that happen?! Ta shi suoyou diyu de biaozi de ma! You were a companion for chrissakes! They don't GET pregnant like that! Oh wait, I forgot, you weren't actually a Companion, you were some crazy Alliance Operative. Which makes that all even harder!" He waved the gun unceremoniously in front of her, cheeks red and breath coming in quick shallow bites. "This; this is your fault." Suddenly he was right back in her face, her new yet familiar scent filling his lungs. The hand without a weapon caught surprisingly gently beneath her chin, tilting her soft lips up to meet his own, his body so close he could feel the heat from her through his clothing. After six years of wishing and countless questions the mechanic was going to do this at least once before he ended it all for good with a bullet in between her eyes.

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Ta shi suoyou diyu de biaozi de ma - Mother of all whores in hell
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She was ready for it. She hadn't made peace with anything at all, but she was ready to die. Only the bullet didn't come. Instead his forehead was pressed to hers and she wanted to cry. He made an angry sound in the back of his throat and then Hunter was pushing away from her and Tessa felt herself jerk forward, trying to keep that touch as tears really did leak from the corner of her eyes as her mouth opened and no sound came out.

He was talking, ranting more like, stalking back and forth like an angry bear completely ignoring the loaded gun in his hand as he gestured wildly as he made his points. She didn't try to defend herself this time, whatever Hunter had to say it wasn't likely to change anything. He had planned to shoot her and although the gun was no longer digging into her side he still had it ready and she couldn't seem to move from her position at the door, staring at him. Drinking him in. She felt the pull toward him, of course she always felt the pull toward him, as though there was a string connecting her to him and it gave a tug whenever he came within a few steps of her.

She wanted to be able to say "I got pregnant the old fashioned way" and watch as he gaped at her for a moment. She couldn't though. It was actually embarrassing that she'd gotten pregnant simply because she hadn't remembered to get the damned shot she was supposed to get every month. She'd meant to ... something had happened and she'd been distracted. That distraction had given her the most beautiful creature in the 'Verse but that wasn't the point. She was ... Hunter had called her Frankenstein. She was much prettier than Frankenstein and what kind of an analogy is that?

Tessa frowned to let him know she didn't like that at all and then he was in front of her with that damned gun again and she stopped talking. "This; this is your fault." He was taking her chin and bringing her up and their lips were touching and suddenly Tessa was positive that she was very much alive. She'd done far too many things to deserve heaven and right now that was all she could think of. 6 years of remembering those broad shoulders and calloused hands, 6 years of remembering those firm lips and piercing eyes.

It took a few moments for Tessa to do something other than melt into him and then her hands and arms were moving. Fingers slipped up the back of his neck to tangle in his hair and she pressed herself flush to him, craving the contact. He was so warm and she always felt so cold. A shiver went down her spine and she nipped at his lower lip as her eyes shut. If he wanted to shoot her he was welcome to, it would be a hell of a way to go.
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Tessa hadn’t moved; not when he’d released her from the wall, or as he ranted in front of her or even now as their mouths caught for the first time since.... well since the week Rosie had come about. Her lips tasted exactly as he remembered; soft with a sweetness that started a cold fire to his own and shot down through his limbs. Hunter had been half convinced they would feel foreign, that her kiss would have changed just like everything else he knew to be true about her. His mind foolishly hoped it might make killing the woman easier, prove to him beyond logic that she wasn’t Melody. In reality it was also a vain attempt at satisfying all those urges he’d been having to ram the leggy red head up against something solid and steal a kiss anytime they passed too closely in the halls. Despite the warning signs and all the memories Hunter hadn’t counted on just how firmly those lips would root him to the ground. Or that they would keep him practically holding his breath for fear of shattering this sliver of the past they'd managed to stumble across. What was worse is somehow all of this wanting and wishing was outweighing what logically needed to be done to keep Rosalee secure. He’d sworn to himself he would always put the child first. But then the man never had been able to think straight with Melody around, and frankly he didn’t want to think right now.

Tessa was the one to break the the moment, releasing him from his paralysis. Instinctively Hunter began to pull back as the haze lifted from his mind, to bring the gun into firing position before she had the chance to disarm him (even though by this point he'd let his guard fall so far she could probably take it with ease). Why couldn’t she have just left it all alone? Kept her distance instead of getting close enough to learn his plans? They could have stayed in that land of limbo so long as he had an escape, but now they were backed into a corner and a decision had to be made. Except... it wasn’t his hand that felt her touch. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end as her fingers glanced across his skin, tracing up into his disheveled mess of locks. Shocking as it was, she wasn't going for the gun that had been threatening her life since he drew it. Her arms draped across his shoulders pulling him back to her as her lean figure pressed up against his torso. Her lips were doing all the talking now, it was his turn to be the one standing silent and stunned.

Her teeth dragged lightly over his bottom lip, the final straw that threw the scales of reason out the freaking airlock, catapulting his blood pressure through the roof and heartbeat racing faster than a Thoroughbred. Funny how something altogether so simple could flip off the break on his inhibitions and set his senses on fire, he was no longer held back by reason, only driven by yearning. The Corporal had always taken that move, just the lightest nip that lingered in a way only Melody could achieve, as a sign of consent during their time on Varley. Holding both his urges and impish hands in check (sometimes for hours) while they spoke gently with the tips of their fingers; until of course, she awarded him access to every inch of her form with reckless abandon. Small details of the memories dulled over time were suddenly clear as they had been six years prior. Now his hands were all over her as well; running along her sides, her back, her hips, her cheek, her shoulders, surveying each and every curve as best he could with a gun still locked and loaded in his right palm. His kiss took hers fiercely, forgoing it now and then to taste her cheeks, her neck, only to yearn for her lips and tongue again. Muscled arms steered her away from the door frame and back toward his workbench in fits and starts, falling victim to frantic distraction with every new touch.
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Higher brain functions were now a thing of the past. The only thing she seemed to be able to comprehend was his hands and his lips and his tongue. She didn't know up from down, black from white, or metal from cloth. It was all a blur except for Hunter. All she knew was the electric current Hunter was igniting inside of her. She couldn't stop touching him. Fingers combed through his hair and traced over the muscles in his shoulders and down his back, gripping him tight when he started to move backwards but he wasn't actually letting go. He was pulling her with him. She pressed herself against him, wanting to wrap herself around him and forget how to breathe.

His lips left hers and she made a tiny noise of distress but then he was kissing her cheeks and her chin and her neck and she couldn't focus. She was trembling. Her brain was sending out a little beacon to try and remind her of something but she couldn't remember what and she didn't actually want to remember anything. She wanted this, Hunters hands all over her body, his lips on hers. Nothing else could possibly matter, not when she finally had the very thing she'd been craving for the last 7 years but it didn't seem enough. She needed more skin.

The lithe redhead went up on her tip toes, pasting her lips to his even as she wiggled a way from his hands so she could pull her shirt up. She broke contact with Hunter for half a moment to toss the offending article of clothing off behind her somewhere and then pressed her lips to his as she slipped long fingers under his shirt and ran them up the rock hard muscles of his stomach and chest. Smooth skin, rippling muscles, course hair. It was almost system overload. Her hands splayed for a moment across him and she vaguely noted their differences. He was somehow tanned with all that dark hair sprinkled about him and she was so pale, her much hated freckles dotting her entire body. Everywhere, even her lips.

Tessa was tall, taller than many men, but she'd never felt like she was too big with Hunter. He topped her by a good few inches and she fit against him like they were made for one another. It was nice to know that hadn't changed. She leaned into his chest, skin touching skin as his shirt caught on her wrist and lifted until it got caught at his armpits. He obligingly lifted his arms and she helped him tug off the shirt, ignoring the slight tearing noise as he tossed his shirt aside and she left a trail of kisses across his pectoral muscles. This. This was what she needed. Steel muscles covered in lightly tanned skin. She smoothed her hand up his back and then back down again, kneading muscles as she went. She brought her hand around his hips and ran them up his chest before once again wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing herself as close to him as possible. When she was with Hunter like this, the Universe disappeared and all that was left was them.
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