Temptations - [Sickbay] - [James, Tina]
He had no intention of going to sickbay. It was just a few ribs. He'd had far worse without resorting to the seemingly institutionally sadistic ministrations of Imperial doctors, and he figured what these people lacked in outright cruelty they probably more than made up for in incompetence.
Except Tina, maybe.
The thought came unbidden, and he scoffed at himself but it hurt his chest. He went back to his room and lay down, but his bones protested and his lungs ached with every breath. Maybe Marlena would ride him, take off some of the edge without him hurting himself worse. He had to do something to wash the sweet, cloying scent of Tina off him, stop the--
What the fuck.
Why was he even thinking about her? There was no reason in hell he should need to erase a decent tumble with another, no reason it should have any bearing on his mood at all. He must have been drunk. That was it. Something had gotten hold of him, something he'd eaten, some imbalance in the air filtration, something that had lodged that sense memory in his mind. All he had to do, he reasoned as he pried his aching body off the bed again, was see her. Have her fix him up, and realize there was nothing at all about her that deserved his attention or anxiety.
As plans went, he'd had worse, he thought.
Except Tina, maybe.
The thought came unbidden, and he scoffed at himself but it hurt his chest. He went back to his room and lay down, but his bones protested and his lungs ached with every breath. Maybe Marlena would ride him, take off some of the edge without him hurting himself worse. He had to do something to wash the sweet, cloying scent of Tina off him, stop the--
What the fuck.
Why was he even thinking about her? There was no reason in hell he should need to erase a decent tumble with another, no reason it should have any bearing on his mood at all. He must have been drunk. That was it. Something had gotten hold of him, something he'd eaten, some imbalance in the air filtration, something that had lodged that sense memory in his mind. All he had to do, he reasoned as he pried his aching body off the bed again, was see her. Have her fix him up, and realize there was nothing at all about her that deserved his attention or anxiety.
As plans went, he'd had worse, he thought.