Title: Thinking of her
Summary: Wass has Paula’s best interests at heart…that’s why he insults her the once. Takes place right when the gravity is restored.
Oh, hey, gravity works.
And I’m lying on my bunk, lying under Paula. Pretty eyes there, Paula.
Okay, this wouldn’t be anything less than awkward – nice as hell right now and if we do anything – but six years of pure awkwardness, or worse, after. I kept calling her Paula Puke and addressed her by titles relating to her incapacity at the time. And up til a moment ago, I’d nearly killed her – she wouldn’t have come so close to hypothermia if it weren’t for me.
Definitely NOT memories I want her to have if she’s ever going to think back on our first time…that’s a bad prelude. And I want her - us, I want us - to have a good prelude.
So I have to kill the mood. Rather enjoying the feel and press of Paula against me, I nonetheless ask her, “How much do you weigh?”
“You’re a moron,” she tells me, and leaves.
Mission accomplished. Dammit.