The console pressed into him so tightly that he couldn't move. His arms were held in place out in front of him, and just as stuck as the rest of him. Being trapped wasn't the worst part of it, Mark knew that people were moving in on his position. He also knew that they were the ones who had put him in this situation. Shot down by a pilot that no matter what he tried had outmaneuvered him. He'd moved into the atmosphere of a small moon which circled Taris IV. It was M class and flying in atmosphere had given him an advantage. That was the good part, the bad part was that the Taris system was occupied territory.
Mark hated secret orders, hated missions behind enemy lines. The problem was about support, if he went down" when he went down. It hadn't happened before, until this moment he could always leave it at if. It was his fault, he'd started to believe what people said about his skill. He should have realized there would always be someone better. The problem was that for this mission there hadn't been. It was just him and he was now stuck on the moon which he'd been sent to scan covertly. He looked at what he could see of his surroundings. He'd done his best to hit the small clearing but the attitude thrusters had failed and the small ship had hit at the back edge of the clearing. It then proceeded to carve a swath of destruction into the forest.
Trees had dropped onto his ship, they were the cause of his situation now. If his hands weren't pinned, if he could move his arms he might be able to lever his way out of this situation. That didn't seem to be his fate though. He heard the footsteps coming and somehow he knew it would be the pilot that had shot him down. The same one who had anticipated every move he made and got there first.
He struggled against his bonds to no avail. When he looked up there was a blaster in his face, he could almost hear the ligaments that pulled the trigger. Worse than that was he recognized the face of the man holding the weapon. It was his, that crooked grin looking down at him was the same one he'd donned all of his life. "Always two there are, a master and an apprentice." Then everything turned bright as the barrel of the weapon let out a burst of energy.
Mark woke with a start, had he cried out' He couldn't remember. What he knew was that he was still trapped. His arms held in place and his legs pinned beneath' Ayumi. The view screen was still playing the movie they had started watching. Something he'd seen before but thought she might enjoy. He remembered the moment they'd taken up this position on the couch. Apparently he'd been more tired than he knew and dropped off not long afterwards. It had been a long time since he'd been this comfortable with a woman. Time just never really allowed him to indulge this way. He tightened his grip around her and let out a small laugh. It didn't make sense for the scene they were watching.
She fit in his arms well, but she was also more durable than even most of the men on board. It was good to be able to use his strength and not have to worry about it being too much. He could get used to this, and part of him wanted to do just that. The rest wondered what she was thinking, or feeling. It had been that feeling of comfort that had him drifting off earlier. Was it strange that he trusted her enough to let his self be that vulnerable with her" Maybe it was, but she wouldn't have had a better time to take advantage of him than she just had.
Mark liked feeling this way enough to know he wanted more. Sometimes it scared him to realize that in a way it was exactly what he needed. What would she say if she read him right now" Would she run because he was feeling things that she didn't' As much as he wanted to see her eyes again, there was the fear of being laid completely bare to her. She would know his every thought and intention and there would be no more shadows he could hide in from this. It would perhaps be liberating, but what good is liberation if it drives a wedge between reality and what he really wanted" "I'm sorry, I drifted off there for a minute."
Mark hated secret orders, hated missions behind enemy lines. The problem was about support, if he went down" when he went down. It hadn't happened before, until this moment he could always leave it at if. It was his fault, he'd started to believe what people said about his skill. He should have realized there would always be someone better. The problem was that for this mission there hadn't been. It was just him and he was now stuck on the moon which he'd been sent to scan covertly. He looked at what he could see of his surroundings. He'd done his best to hit the small clearing but the attitude thrusters had failed and the small ship had hit at the back edge of the clearing. It then proceeded to carve a swath of destruction into the forest.
Trees had dropped onto his ship, they were the cause of his situation now. If his hands weren't pinned, if he could move his arms he might be able to lever his way out of this situation. That didn't seem to be his fate though. He heard the footsteps coming and somehow he knew it would be the pilot that had shot him down. The same one who had anticipated every move he made and got there first.
He struggled against his bonds to no avail. When he looked up there was a blaster in his face, he could almost hear the ligaments that pulled the trigger. Worse than that was he recognized the face of the man holding the weapon. It was his, that crooked grin looking down at him was the same one he'd donned all of his life. "Always two there are, a master and an apprentice." Then everything turned bright as the barrel of the weapon let out a burst of energy.
Mark woke with a start, had he cried out' He couldn't remember. What he knew was that he was still trapped. His arms held in place and his legs pinned beneath' Ayumi. The view screen was still playing the movie they had started watching. Something he'd seen before but thought she might enjoy. He remembered the moment they'd taken up this position on the couch. Apparently he'd been more tired than he knew and dropped off not long afterwards. It had been a long time since he'd been this comfortable with a woman. Time just never really allowed him to indulge this way. He tightened his grip around her and let out a small laugh. It didn't make sense for the scene they were watching.
She fit in his arms well, but she was also more durable than even most of the men on board. It was good to be able to use his strength and not have to worry about it being too much. He could get used to this, and part of him wanted to do just that. The rest wondered what she was thinking, or feeling. It had been that feeling of comfort that had him drifting off earlier. Was it strange that he trusted her enough to let his self be that vulnerable with her" Maybe it was, but she wouldn't have had a better time to take advantage of him than she just had.
Mark liked feeling this way enough to know he wanted more. Sometimes it scared him to realize that in a way it was exactly what he needed. What would she say if she read him right now" Would she run because he was feeling things that she didn't' As much as he wanted to see her eyes again, there was the fear of being laid completely bare to her. She would know his every thought and intention and there would be no more shadows he could hide in from this. It would perhaps be liberating, but what good is liberation if it drives a wedge between reality and what he really wanted" "I'm sorry, I drifted off there for a minute."