Carver frowned. "Why would we kill birds? Is that a human thing?" It would make sense, after all. Humans were always killing something from what he had heard.
She laughed and shook her head, amusement and good humor sparkling in her eyes. "No, silly. It just means to accomplish two things at once. Basically I'm saying we should have sex in the shower."
"Oh." That did make more sense. "I'm amenable to that plan." Already he was thinking about hoisting her up and pressing her back to the warm, slick tiles of the shower while he moved inside her tight, perfect heat. Showers back at home were too small for things like that, built to clean one person as effectively as possible as they were, so he figured that he might as well take advantage of the extra space the shower here provided.
Vivian slipped out of the bed, treating Carver to the glorious sight of her sun dappled backside as she stretched and pushed her hair out of her face. She smirked over her shoulder at him, arching an eyebrow.
"Are you coming?"
Oh, he very much was.
Shower sex was as wonderful as it sounded. Carver had gotten Viv to wrap her legs around him, and he'd taken her hard among the steam and cascading water. Her soft cries for him had echoed off the tile around them, spurring him on as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of her, face pressed to her neck while he kissed and panted for breath.
Eventually they had managed to separate and get clean, and Carver had sat down obediently while Vivian brushed out his hair for him and then had returned the favor with hers, watching as it curled while it dried.
It was domestic and intimate, the kind of thing that Carver imagined that happily married couples did when they didn't have anywhere else to be, and he wanted it. He wanted every morning to be like this: slow and sleepy, but also full of passion and familiarity.
It was the kind of thing he imagined that his parents had done before he and his siblings had come along. And probably after as well, before his mother had been killed. He wondered at how much it had hurt his father to have his other half ripped away like that, and if perhaps that had played a part in his death.
Sadness was a disease as well, he figured.
Together they had breakfast (though it was nearly midday at that point), and Carver went around the cabin, gathering his things. He'd meant to be neater with them, but in the weeks that he had been stranded some things had gotten flung to the far corners of the cabin.
Vivian was wearing one of his shirts, and he liked the way it looked on her so much, that he very pointedly didn't say anything about it, deciding that she was welcome to it.
The day passed easily with the two of them talking and getting everything ready for Carver's departure. All the questions they could have about each other were asked and answered, in an attempt to push days of getting to know each other into a few hours.
Among other things, he learned that Vivian couldn't really cook, that her parents were divorced, that she had a best friend named Eli, and that she loved spicy food even though it made her stomach hurt. In return he told her about his siblings and his parents and how his mother had died. He told her that he'd never really wanted to be leader, but that he'd been groomed for it his entire life, so he knew what he needed to do. He talked about missing his father and reading his notes, and how he was afraid that it was too late to save Ithril from whatever it was that he was becoming, and when she held him after that, he clung to her for a moment, relieved to get that off of his chest.
But their time wasn't infinite, and just as night was falling, the sound of something touching down outside of the cabin could be heard.
Carver and Vivian looked at each other, and Carver made his way to the door, opening it and looking out. The ship was shielded and in stealth mode, so he couldn't see it, but it only took a few steps for him to feel the heat coming off of
She laughed and shook her head, amusement and good humor sparkling in her eyes. "No, silly. It just means to accomplish two things at once. Basically I'm saying we should have sex in the shower."
"Oh." That did make more sense. "I'm amenable to that plan." Already he was thinking about hoisting her up and pressing her back to the warm, slick tiles of the shower while he moved inside her tight, perfect heat. Showers back at home were too small for things like that, built to clean one person as effectively as possible as they were, so he figured that he might as well take advantage of the extra space the shower here provided.
Vivian slipped out of the bed, treating Carver to the glorious sight of her sun dappled backside as she stretched and pushed her hair out of her face. She smirked over her shoulder at him, arching an eyebrow.
"Are you coming?"
Oh, he very much was.
Shower sex was as wonderful as it sounded. Carver had gotten Viv to wrap her legs around him, and he'd taken her hard among the steam and cascading water. Her soft cries for him had echoed off the tile around them, spurring him on as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of her, face pressed to her neck while he kissed and panted for breath.
Eventually they had managed to separate and get clean, and Carver had sat down obediently while Vivian brushed out his hair for him and then had returned the favor with hers, watching as it curled while it dried.
It was domestic and intimate, the kind of thing that Carver imagined that happily married couples did when they didn't have anywhere else to be, and he wanted it. He wanted every morning to be like this: slow and sleepy, but also full of passion and familiarity.
It was the kind of thing he imagined that his parents had done before he and his siblings had come along. And probably after as well, before his mother had been killed. He wondered at how much it had hurt his father to have his other half ripped away like that, and if perhaps that had played a part in his death.
Sadness was a disease as well, he figured.
Together they had breakfast (though it was nearly midday at that point), and Carver went around the cabin, gathering his things. He'd meant to be neater with them, but in the weeks that he had been stranded some things had gotten flung to the far corners of the cabin.
Vivian was wearing one of his shirts, and he liked the way it looked on her so much, that he very pointedly didn't say anything about it, deciding that she was welcome to it.
The day passed easily with the two of them talking and getting everything ready for Carver's departure. All the questions they could have about each other were asked and answered, in an attempt to push days of getting to know each other into a few hours.
Among other things, he learned that Vivian couldn't really cook, that her parents were divorced, that she had a best friend named Eli, and that she loved spicy food even though it made her stomach hurt. In return he told her about his siblings and his parents and how his mother had died. He told her that he'd never really wanted to be leader, but that he'd been groomed for it his entire life, so he knew what he needed to do. He talked about missing his father and reading his notes, and how he was afraid that it was too late to save Ithril from whatever it was that he was becoming, and when she held him after that, he clung to her for a moment, relieved to get that off of his chest.
But their time wasn't infinite, and just as night was falling, the sound of something touching down outside of the cabin could be heard.
Carver and Vivian looked at each other, and Carver made his way to the door, opening it and looking out. The ship was shielded and in stealth mode, so he couldn't see it, but it only took a few steps for him to feel the heat coming off of
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