Recovery drabble!!
title: How Can You Mend A Broken Admiral?
author:redrockcan
words:300
A/N: Thanks to defyingnormalcy for the beta!!
“You look like hell," Laura told him as she made her way to the couch with her cup of tea.
Bill winced as he slowly followed. “Feel like it too.”
He was still in his tanks unable to pull his jacket on over his damaged frame. She watched him lower himself to the spot beside her then attempt to pour himself a cup of coffee. Both hands were so inflamed and sore he couldn’t pick up the pot. He finally sat back against the couch and sighed.
Laura shimmied over, pouring a cup of coffee and handing it to him. “There you go.”
Bill pouted, but took the cup and grimaced as the hot mug made his hand sting. He grunted and didn’t change the stoic look on his face.
Laura shook her head. “I hope you’re proud of yourself, almost letting Chief kill you last night.”
Bill pouted harder. “I’ll recover. Chief needed to win that fight.”
I do what I have to for my crew.
Laura sat back against the couch. “Don’t you mean you needed to lose that fight?”
You always carry the burden.
Bill let out a long breath. His silence told her he didn’t want to talk about it.
Laura put down her cup and moved against him. She took his injured hands in hers and placed light kisses on one and then the other. She slowly made her way up his bruised arms, feathering her fingers lightly over his biceps.
She looked at him intensely, her eyes searching his and telling him without words everything he needed to hear. She then touched his face tenderly and kissed his swollen lips.
Overwhelmed, Laura pulled him close and whispered in his ear, her voice catching in her throat, “Bill, don’t ever do that to me again.”
author:redrockcan
words:300
A/N: Thanks to defyingnormalcy for the beta!!
“You look like hell," Laura told him as she made her way to the couch with her cup of tea.
Bill winced as he slowly followed. “Feel like it too.”
He was still in his tanks unable to pull his jacket on over his damaged frame. She watched him lower himself to the spot beside her then attempt to pour himself a cup of coffee. Both hands were so inflamed and sore he couldn’t pick up the pot. He finally sat back against the couch and sighed.
Laura shimmied over, pouring a cup of coffee and handing it to him. “There you go.”
Bill pouted, but took the cup and grimaced as the hot mug made his hand sting. He grunted and didn’t change the stoic look on his face.
Laura shook her head. “I hope you’re proud of yourself, almost letting Chief kill you last night.”
Bill pouted harder. “I’ll recover. Chief needed to win that fight.”
I do what I have to for my crew.
Laura sat back against the couch. “Don’t you mean you needed to lose that fight?”
You always carry the burden.
Bill let out a long breath. His silence told her he didn’t want to talk about it.
Laura put down her cup and moved against him. She took his injured hands in hers and placed light kisses on one and then the other. She slowly made her way up his bruised arms, feathering her fingers lightly over his biceps.
She looked at him intensely, her eyes searching his and telling him without words everything he needed to hear. She then touched his face tenderly and kissed his swollen lips.
Overwhelmed, Laura pulled him close and whispered in his ear, her voice catching in her throat, “Bill, don’t ever do that to me again.”