Finally, a fairly
lovely week. The weather took a turn for the better with mild temperatures and
some sun.
Gotta say The Magicians finale shocked and
surprised me. Loved it! The premiere of The
Hunters has me intrigued so I'll continue watching to see how things pan
out. No episode of Bitten this week,
unless I missed the US viewing night. I've seen the next to last episode and
some big twisty-turns I didn't expect.
Agents of SHIELD had a great episode. I have to give Brett
Dalton credit for being so good at playing truly creepy. He's got the chops to
pull it off.
Legends of Tomorrow also had another great episode. And
finally, looks like we'll have a new / another villain. Glad to see the
potential there.
Loving Wynonna Earp. I'm all caught up and
really excited about the potential for this series. Still need to watch the
first three episodes of Banshee,
which I'm hoping to do later tonight. Also started a new ITV drama, Marcella, and so far, really like it.
One of my favorite actors is starring so I'll be glued no matter what. LOL
And finally, I'm
getting back into X Company, an
excellent Canadian drama about WWII. Loving the second season so far.
And that's it for
television this week.
Tonight's post is
from Adventures in Nugget Sitting, a sexy short that didn't begin with a prompt
that I can remember, but it's an idea I fell in love with—having my main female
character finally realize a few key truths.
Here's the
mini-blurb:
Isla Sands, an
excellent poker player, loses a card draw and has to babysit the drunken newbie
pilot. Between the endless questions, throwing up, and clingy behavior of her
charge, Isla takes time to wonder why Riggs Marvelton always does the same for
her. And why he never attempts to just kill her and put both out of their
misery.
And a sneaky peek…
Riggs Marvelton hooked his arm
around Isla and hauled her close. "Hey there, Sands. You're weaving
again." She never failed to end up in his sights when she went overboard.
He made sure of it.
Isla laughed and stumbled.
"I'm weaving because there're two corridors. Not sure which one I should
use." She turned, facing him, her arms going around his waist. "You
gonna help me get to my bunk?"
What else would he do? He always
made sure she got to her rack.
He tightened his grip and walked
her backwards. "Yep. I'll get you tucked in and settled down." When
her hands moved lower to grab his ass, he let his eyes close briefly.
If only she'd get grabby hands
when she didn't have alcohol-fueled lust. Just once, he wanted her to make a
move that didn't involve beer or shots.
Isla stopped, her eyes going
wide. "Riggs. I'm gonna…" Her hand flew to her mouth.
He made a quick turn and dragged
her to the head, shoving the hatch open with his shoulder. Pushing her forward,
he barely got her clear of the stall before she dropped to her knees and
heaved. Guiding her closer to the toilet, he twisted her ponytail around his
hand, keeping it out of the line of fire. He'd done the act so many times he
had the motion down to a science, knew just how to grip the mane so it didn't
hurt her. She expelled the contents of her stomach and took a shaky breath.
Riggs had a wad of toilet paper ready, holding it out so Isla could wipe her
mouth.
She glanced up, her eyes teary
from the exertion. "Thanks." Her hand trembled but she took the paper
and scrubbed her lips before tossing it in the bowl.
Rising up on wobbly legs, she
leaned against the interior of the stall. Riggs let go of her hair then
flushed, clearing away the foul-smelling bile. He backed out of the enclosure
and crossed over to the sink. Dispersing several paper towels, he ran them
under cold water than returned to Isla's side.
He offered the cool compress to
her. "Here. This will help with the headache."
Isla took the moistened towels
and held it to her head. "Just leave me here." She groaned. "I
can't move or I'll hurl again." Her shoulders started a slide down the
metal wall.
Riggs caught her and swept his
arm under her legs. "C'mon, Isla. You know me better than that." He
turned sideways and eased out of the stall. "Said I'd get you to your rack
and I will." Ducking through the hatch, he started for quarters.
Isla tucked her head under his
chin. "Remind me to thank you tomorrow." Her voice drifted off and
she went slack.
Riggs shook his head. "Sure
thing, Isla." Right, as if.
The hatch stood open when he
arrived at the senior pilots' quarters. He carried her through and deposited
her on the berth. After arranging her comfortably, he drew a light blanket over
her. He placed the cold compress on her forehead then sat on the edge of the
bunk. Thankfully, quarters were pretty much empty with only a few of the
curtains closed on several racks.
He heaved a sigh and stretched
out the kinks in his neck then started to stand.
Isla threw an arm out, catching
him by surprise. He glanced down, wondering if they'd be making a mad dash for
the head again.
She didn't open her eyes, but she
grasped his fingers. "I love you, Riggs. You're the best." Her hand
pulled away from his, landing on the mattress.
Riggs exhaled slowly. "Yeah,
yeah. I'm awesome." Turning, he trudged out of the bunkroom. "Someday
you'll actually realize just how much."
If only.
As an opener, I
love the dynamic between Riggs and Isla. They've known each other a long time
and I hope that comes through in this scene.
That's it for this
week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
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