post-Endor

[aimedforthemoon]

There had been the battle, and then there had been the party, and then there had been the post-battle sex in her room at Milliways (might as well be comfortable) and if there had been something desperate to Esfir, something that spoke of let me forget let me feel please god do not leave me alone, Ben at least had the sense not to mention it.

~

She'd fallen asleep after, curled up against him.

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She hadn't dreamed.

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She had woken up before dawn. Eventually, she had crawled out of bed and silently (silently as she could, anyway) gotten dressed in the dark. Then she left.

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Outside, just after dawn, she is sitting on a rock and flicking pieces of a broken stick with an absent-minded detachment. From that lack of expression on her face, it doesn't look as if she plans on moving.

Comments

[almosthonorable]

"Told you there ain't a need for that."

He shifts slightly to glance down at her, and the early-morning sun shoots streaks of red-gold through her dark hair; his chin grazes her crown.

"Meant it, too."

[aimedforthemoon]

"So, I say nothing?"

[almosthonorable]

"Well, no -- "

His arm tightens around her briefly.

"I appreciate what you're sayin'. But you don't have to worry 'bout thank-yous when it comes to me, Lieutenant."

[aimedforthemoon]

"But I don't know what else to say," she says, tone caught somewhere between rueful and helpless.

[almosthonorable]

He breathes a laugh into her hair.

"Good mornin' might be a start."

A beat.

"And later, you can teach me how to cuss in Russian."

[aimedforthemoon]

"I think you'll enjoy that."

Then, feeling altogether better about life than she did before,

"Good morning, Ben Wade."

[almosthonorable]

Damn straight, he will.

"Mornin', Esfir Yazycova."

A beat and a smile.

"That wasn't too bad of a start, was it?"

[aimedforthemoon]

"No," she says with a smile, "it wasn't."