Getting In A Lather

Posted on Sat Jan 9th, 2010 @ 4:30am by Commodore Samantha York & Colonel Damon Raine

1,712 words; about a 9 minute read

Mission: The Devils Snare
Location: Orion
Timeline: current

ON

The away team materialized onto the transporter pad. Sam looked around, making sure everyone was accounted for. Sheridan had preceded them and was now off to take care of other business.

Sam walked over to the transporter chief. "Is there anyone from the Orion left on the planet?"

"No, ma'am," the chief replied. "Everyone's back and accounted for."

Sam let out a sigh of relief. She looked over at Damon. "It looks like we're done for now."

He smiled and walked over to her. His arms wrapped around her in the embrace that he wanted to give to her earlier. He didn't care if the transporter chief or any of the Marines who lingered in the room saw. Right now all he wanted was to be close to Samantha, everything else could wait until later.

Sam wrapped her arms around Damon and held him tightly. She'd needed this. Finally, she felt her tension start to ease. "I'll give you just one week to stop this," she teased softly.

He laughed quietly. "Well then it looks like three weeks just freed up for me."

He continued to hold her as they left the transporter room. "Come on," He finally said "Lets get you cleaned up."

Sam looked up at him and grinned. "That sounds like a wonderful idea." It seemed like ages since she'd bathed in the river. They walked, arm in arm, to her quarters. Sam led Damon into the middle of her living room and dropped her backpack onto the floor. She would unpack it later and see what data she'd managed to scan into her tricorder. She wrapped her arms around him again and hugged him again. "I'm sorry, but I can't get enough of this right now," she said softly.

"You never have to apologise for this." He gently reached down and tipped her head up before kissing her. It was a long soft kiss that belied a feeling of trust and caring. He pulled away and stared at her. "You had me pretty scared down there."

"I had me pretty scared, too," she admitted. She looked at Damon for a moment, so happy that they'd made it back to the Orion. "The cave was air-tight." She caressed his cheek and smiled. "I knew you'd get us out."

"If you didn't find a way to shut that machine down I don't think I..." He stopped speaking for a moment. The silence was something akin to shame that he was incapable of keeping her safe.

Sam placed her fingers on his lips. 'You got us out. You would have gotten us out no matter how long it took. You're not Superman, but as far as I'm concerned, there's no one better than you. I trust you completely." She knew that her chances had been slim, and that, if the power-dampener hadn't been turned off they wouldn't be here now, but she didn't want to dwell on that. They were here, and she didn't want him thinking badly of himself.

Damon knew that he had to let it go, he was a Marine and it was painfully made clear to him that he couldn't always be there to protect those around him. Still, he couldn't resolve losing her in his mind. ~Why?~

Sam watched his face, feeling some of what he was feeling and wishing she could hold him until he felt better, but she didn't think that was her place. So she decided to change the subject. She gave him a quick kiss and moved her backpack to her desk. "I am going to get cleaned up," she announced and headed for the bathroom.

"Yeah." Damon said quickly. "I should probably let you do that." He clasped his hands together awkwardly and rocked on his heels. "I could use some cleaning up myself. I'll see you tonight?"

After everything she'd gone through over the past few hours, Sam wasn't ready for Damon to leave. She turned around and gave him an innocent look. "You could always help me wash my hair..."

He stopped rocking instantly and blinked a few times before a sheepish grin spread across his face. He looked down to his feet and chuckled to himself. "Yeah, I think I at least owe you that."

Damon moved closer to her and stopped inches away. He stayed like this for a number of seconds before finally lowering his head and kissing her, this time more passionately than before.

Sam had been holding her breath while he stood in front of her, only letting it out again when his lips touched hers. As the kiss deepened she stepped closer and wrapped her arms around his neck. When the kiss ended all she said was "wow."

Damon was lost for words himself. The only word that seemed to come to mind was "Yeah." He smiled at her.

For several moments she just stood there, smiling back at him. Then she blinked. "Shower. I still need a shower." She felt like every inch of her was caked in dirt. It probably was. She again paused, torn between how badly she wanted to be clean and how much she wanted to stay where she was. Making up her mind, she turned and walked into the bathroom.

He wasn't sure what to do. Follow her in, stay where he was, leave? He was frustrated with his inability to make up his mind. In the end, his indecision had him propped up against the doorframe to the washroom. He simply shook his head and chuckled to himself.

Sam left the door to the bathroom open as she walked in and stripped off her clothes. After dumping them into the hamper she turned on the shower and stepped inside. Damon could join her or wait outside, as long as he was there when she got out. She began to soap her hair and body, humming as she did so.

Damon stood there for several minutes listening to her hum. He fidgeted with his cuff for a while and then moved on to ironing out his fatigues with hands, fighting a stubborn wrinkle. ~What the hell are you doing?~ He asked himself. He shook his head and looked at his feet for a number of moments. "Screw it." He mumbled under his breath before turning and walking into the washroom.

Sam knew when Damon walked into the room. She rinsed off and started over, needing an extra scrubbing to get rid of all the dirt.

Upon entering he was greeted with a wave of steam, the water was apparently very warm, he mused. He was quick to disrobe, leaving his fatigues in a pile near the door. He knocked quietly on the glass door before entering into the confined space.

For a moment she froze. Then, very slowly, she turned. "Hi," she whispered huskily. "Want to use my soap?"

Damon nodded, keeping his eyes locked oh hers. "If it's okay." He responded quietly, as much a question as it was an answer.

"It's definitely okay," she replied. She handed him a bottle. She opened her mouth to offer to help, then closed it again. "I like my showers hot. I'll turn the temperature down if you want."

"No, I like it hot." He paused and cocked his head to the side. "That sounded...bad." He poked fun at his words.

Sam shook her head, chuckling. "No. It sounded... hot." She couldn't resist adding to the word play. She rinsed off and moved to the side so Damon could get under the water. "You know, I never realized how small these things are." She blushed at her comment. That really didn't sound right. The side of her mouth quirked up. "Now it's my turn to use an awkward turn of phrase."

"Apparently." He said between a laugh. "Let's call that one a draw." He worked up a quick lather and could feel the water wash away his apprehension along with the dirt. "You know," He said after a moment "I owe you a scalp massage."

She gave him a teasing grin. "I believe you do." She'd already washed her hair, but she wasn't about to pass up this opportunity.

Damon added some shampoo to his hands and started rubbing into her scalp. He kept having to add more and more of the soap, clearly not used to how much was necessary. "You know," He started to joke "Seems like you're getting a better deal. You have a LOT of hair."

"Gripe, gripe, gripe," she teased. She took the bottle of shampoo from him and put some into the palm of one hand. She then began to run it through his hair. "Now you have nothing to complain about," she joked as she lathered his hair and began to massage his scalp. She had an ulterior motive. This kept her from running her hands across his chest. She wasn't sure what he'd do if she tried.

He laughed at the absurdity of how this might have looked. With a smile he stopped soaping her hair and just simply stared into her eyes. They were so easy to get lost in...Damon didn't even realise that he was moving in until he was already softly kissing her. His hands abandoned her head, one was propped against the wall and the other fell to her shoulder.

Sam rinsed the soap from their hair. When he began to kiss her, she let her hands fell to his shoulders. She barely noticed the water cascading over both of them.

Damon wasn't sure of what boundaries remained, if any, but his inhibitions were dwindling rapidly. His hand dropped to her side and he began to pull her closer to him.

The steam in the room was getting thick, so Sam turned off the water. She didn't need much persuading from Damon to step closer and wrap her arms around his neck.

He finally wrapped both his arms around her and held her tightly. He could feel himself getting lost in the moment, and for once, he didn't care. It felt right.

After several minutes, they moved into the bedroom and closed the door.

OFF

1st Lieutenant Damon Raine
Marine CO
USS Orion

Lieutenant Commander Samantha York
Chief Science Officer
USS Orion

 

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