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Characters: Kara Thrace, York, & North
Date: After this.
Location: York’s suite
Situation: Kara died. She respawned and is showing back up a few hours later. Sup guys. How’s it going.
Warnings: Swearing, possible brawling?

Kara had died – she knew she’d died, she’d seen the grenade coming and felt it explode -- and then nothing. She was dead and she knew it – so why was there sea water? Why were people pulling her out of the ocean? It was – just like when she’d first arrived.

After spitting venom and a little bit of vitriol for the majority of the cart ride, Kara was eventually deposited back in front of her suite where she promptly got out and went straight to York’s on unsteady legs.

She doesn’t even knock – she just barrels in.

“York -- North? Where the frak are you two?!”

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Yes, good.

York winds his arms right back around her and lets her take most of the spray, his hands wandering after a few moments.

"Too many. Dunno the count."

Her head tips back to rest on her shoulder and she just relaxes and tries not to think too hard.

"Learned a lesson, didn't you."

A good scrub has her hair and face clean and she moves, pushing him back under.

"Tch, sure, we'll go with that," he mumbles, and tries not to sputter at water in his face, up his nose, flinching and ducking obediently as he rinses his hair, keeping a hand on her when his eyes go closed, letting himself sink under the hot water for a moment .

She keeps her hands resting light on his shoulders and leans in to kiss the back of his neck.

"Think Sasquatch passed back out?"

God, no, he doesn't want to think. He wants to go curl up in bed, now that he's up and the world and shower and Kara are all kind of spinning when he closes his eyes. This is fucking miserable. "Probammmmm," he murmurs, melting just like that into her touch, reaching idly for the shampoo to start washing his hair. "Think he had more than me."

This is a rare thing when those two are drunker and more hungover than she is. This is a day to be remembered.

"Damn. Guess I can't punch him in the nose for blowing me up while he's like that."

And just like that, smile gone. York washes the soap out quickly, and just stares at her a moment, lips twisted down unhappily. He doesn't say anything, he just goes to wash her hair, not quite looking at her.

"...Hey."

She reaches for him and awkwardly pulls him close and rests her cheek on his shoulder.

"Sorry. I just -- am..kind of handling it the best way I know how. Which is...pretty frakkin' bad."

Hugging is nice and all, but it's stinging, settling in his stomach that he'd really, truly lost her and nothing he could have done would fix it, just sheer, dumb luck of this place.

"Could be worse," York offers tiredly, and smooths his hands over her sides.

Kara is notorious for ruining things - this moment is no exception.

"Yeah. Guess so."

Could be still dead, so.

"You mean a lot."

He says it, before he loses his guts, before it becomes too late and he doesn't say it in time, and he means every goddamn word, looking her in the eye.

"I mean, I know we have this whole casual, fun thing, but you do. A helluva lot."

She freezes in his arms, eyes meeting his as what he's saying sinks in and it's scary and terrifying and it makes her feel guilty and good and right and wrong all in the same breath.

"Yeah. You --" She fidgets a little because this is hard and things are hard and confessing is worse. "You do to. I mean--" She reaches behind him and turns off the water, needing to just -- focus.

"I'm bad at this I told you that already but you're...damn important."

For a second, he's afraid he's fucked it all up, spilling out something that sappy and stupid when she's just come back and he knows they're not really for the whole sap thing.

Except, she's turning off the water, and York hesitates a moment, leaning into her when she says it.

"S'okay, gorgeous, we can be bad at it together," he gives her a crooked smile, smoothing his hands over her shoulders.

"Mmm. Both parts bad and important?"

She looks up at him and smiles tentatively, an almost hopeful, needy thing but one that's still apprehensive and on guard.

"Yeah, that sounds good," he agrees, and sweeps the nearest towel around her shoulders, tucking it in close under her chin. One rough hand pushes blond hair back again, just so he can kiss her forehead, and he smiles. "S'it too sappy to just wanna curl in bed with you after we check on North?"

"No. No, it isn't."

Because -- that sounds really good to her, York. She's shaken and trying to put on a tough front and a smirk and it's eating at her.

"Guess we better go check on Princess number two. Pass me my robe?"

"Good, 'cause I was getting ready to break out the pleases and thank yous and no one wants that," he drawls, and hands her the robe she requests, sliding it over her shoulders, tying it up for her, fingers lingering. He grabs a towel and winds it around his waist, stealing one more quick kiss.

"If you wanna change, I'm gonna get a water and some painkillers for me and Sasquatch."

"I don't even know how I'd handle you being so polite." She smiles and lets him tie her robe - he's being incredibly sweet and it's just making this the tiniest bit easier to handle.

"Sure. I'll put some pants on so he doesn't have a heart attack."

"You were stripping in front of him, I doubt he'd care," he tosses back wryly, and doesn't bother with pants, thanks, sliding out into the living room. He gets the water and painkillers first, taking some for himself, before heading out to North, offering them out while watching him.

"...What're you going for?"

Edited 2013-01-31 04:38 (UTC)

He was looking in the cabinets, trying to work out something to fix for breakfast since the two of them were obviously going to remain preoccupied, but apparently hadn't felt quite up to the task. By the time York came around he was standing in front of an open cabinet with his eyes squeezed shut, with the hopes that when he opened them his head would hurt less and he would feel a little more steady on his feet.

As soon as he heard York enter he turned, closing the cabinet and sniffling sort of self-consciously. "I was going to try and work up some kind of breakfast."

He's still got his towel hitched around his waist, but after the military there's no such thing as modesty. York bumps their shoulders lightly, regretting it instantly at how gross he feels at the collision.

"I don't think I could eat, man. I was just gonna go pass out in bed with Kara for a few more hours after making sure you weren't passed out."

His voice had been strained and rough from awakening too soon, and he cleared his throat before answering. "I see your point."

"Yeah," York agrees and leans on the counter top, watching him with a tired look. "...She's. She's okay."

"I'd almost say we should have known, but..." How could anyone really know that about this place, until it happened?

"Now we know for next time," he says, forcing humor into his tone without meaning it, and squeezing North's shoulder. "D'you need anything?"