Wrong Place, Wrong Time
InterNutter
Zhaan paused, her previous train of thought thoroughly derailed by the
truly unusual sight of Pilot smiling.
The massive simbiote was leaning on the console nearest her with one
arm, while the other three idly prodded at various controls. The smile,
as well as the expression on Pilot's face was - for lack of a better
term; *dreamy*.
Zhaan was well used to that expression of male daydreaming on
anthropoids, and had even gone as far as to develop techniques to get
those males to speak to her *face*. Seeing that same expression on Pilot
was downright disturbing.
Another of Pilot's claws had wrapped itself around a control rod and
communicating the majority of his thoughts clearer than mere words
could. This was not like him. Not at *all*.
Whatever she'd come down to complain about was forgotten, unlike her
rising concern.
"Pilot, is everything all right?"
"Fine," he purred, leaning closer. "More than fine."
_Liar._ Some part of her mind noted that he was ignoring his duties in
favour of paying attention to her. "You're sure?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he said, "Did you know that of all our crew,
*you* are the one with the prettiest markings?" He smiled, a spare arm
snaking around her waist. "I could study them all day."
~Later~
"HELP!"
Crichton was the only one who ran at the sound of Rygel's voice. The
others had long since learned to ignore the Hynerian.
"That Delvian's gone insane! She's having some kind of *fit*!" Rygel was
somehow steering his throne-sled with both eyes firmly covered.
"What the--?" Crichton stared past him at the half-naked and furious
Zhaan. "*Zhaan*... get some *clothes* on."
"Rrrr!" The Delvian priestess ignored him and continued to storm down
the coridoor. The bits left uncovered by what remained of her clothing
appeared to be - wet.
"What's that stuff?" He reached a curous hand towards it.
Zhaan smacked it aside. "Don't *touch* me!" She was more than merely
frelling furious. New words had to be found to describe her mood
accurately.
"Are you okay?" Crichton persisted, following her and shedding his
jacket for her. "What *happened*?"
Zhaan stopped and glared the human down. "Let's just say that there is a
right way; and a *wrong* way to discover that a Leviathan is in *heat*."
~Fin~
InterNutter
Zhaan paused, her previous train of thought thoroughly derailed by the
truly unusual sight of Pilot smiling.
The massive simbiote was leaning on the console nearest her with one
arm, while the other three idly prodded at various controls. The smile,
as well as the expression on Pilot's face was - for lack of a better
term; *dreamy*.
Zhaan was well used to that expression of male daydreaming on
anthropoids, and had even gone as far as to develop techniques to get
those males to speak to her *face*. Seeing that same expression on Pilot
was downright disturbing.
Another of Pilot's claws had wrapped itself around a control rod and
communicating the majority of his thoughts clearer than mere words
could. This was not like him. Not at *all*.
Whatever she'd come down to complain about was forgotten, unlike her
rising concern.
"Pilot, is everything all right?"
"Fine," he purred, leaning closer. "More than fine."
_Liar._ Some part of her mind noted that he was ignoring his duties in
favour of paying attention to her. "You're sure?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he said, "Did you know that of all our crew,
*you* are the one with the prettiest markings?" He smiled, a spare arm
snaking around her waist. "I could study them all day."
~Later~
"HELP!"
Crichton was the only one who ran at the sound of Rygel's voice. The
others had long since learned to ignore the Hynerian.
"That Delvian's gone insane! She's having some kind of *fit*!" Rygel was
somehow steering his throne-sled with both eyes firmly covered.
"What the--?" Crichton stared past him at the half-naked and furious
Zhaan. "*Zhaan*... get some *clothes* on."
"Rrrr!" The Delvian priestess ignored him and continued to storm down
the coridoor. The bits left uncovered by what remained of her clothing
appeared to be - wet.
"What's that stuff?" He reached a curous hand towards it.
Zhaan smacked it aside. "Don't *touch* me!" She was more than merely
frelling furious. New words had to be found to describe her mood
accurately.
"Are you okay?" Crichton persisted, following her and shedding his
jacket for her. "What *happened*?"
Zhaan stopped and glared the human down. "Let's just say that there is a
right way; and a *wrong* way to discover that a Leviathan is in *heat*."
~Fin~