We’ll need to stop in a few days, for supplies, and I’m going to have to figure out what to do about getting her something for her eyes. About telling her about it in the first place. I plan a route that will take us to a quiet outpost. Seemed to take forever, to move into the shipping lane. Kept looking back at her, the dog curled up at her side, it’s nose resting on her arm. That soft, quiet smile.
Sit and watch her for a few minutes, try and settle my nerves, before I go back to sit with her. Touch her hand when I sit down, so I don’t startle her. I don’t kick the dog off the bed, just push him over. I don’t think he’d go anyway. Help her move over, so I can lie beside her. Wait until I can control my voice before I say anything.
“….yep….a little goofy……and hungry….”
Her words are slurred, and she’s still giggly. I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I’d never really looked at her as cute before. Savage, yea. Sexy, definitely. But cute? Fuck, yea, now she’s cute on top of everything else. Reach over to kiss her cheek, she turns her head at the last second, grazing me with her lip first, before kissing me back. Too dopey to have any real heat in it, but sweet. An innocent kiss.
The doc said she’d be okay to move around, as long as it was very little, and she didn’t get too tired. So I help her sit up, her hands moving around her to get her bearings. Go make her something to eat, realizing at the last second that she can’t feed herself, and cutting everything up for her. Not really used to taking care of anyone else, but it’s not like the doc didn’t warn me about it.
She’s curled in the corner, with her knees crossed in front of her. Rubbing under the dogs chin. Touch her knee before sitting in front of her. Dog’s not too happy about moving. Too bad. Put the pillow in her lap, balancing the plate on it.
“…whatcha make me?…no…don’t tell me..it’ll wreck the surprise…it’s not yucky?”
Yep. Giggly. About to put the fork in her hand. There’s no way this is going to work. Not with the amount of shit in her system. Fuck, I’m just glad there’s no one else to see this. I’d never live it down. First a nurse, now this. Yea, big bad ass killer all right. “Open…” She looks like a little bird. I feel ridiculous, which isn’t lost on her, as she starts to giggle again.
“…definitely not yucky…you’re a good cook Riddick…”
“Shut up, or I’ll stop feeding you…”
Too late, now I’m laughing. Make myself stop it. A few more bites. Her hand reaches up, to get rid of something at the corner of her mouth. What can I say, this isn’t exactly something I’m good at. Still too dopey. Reach over, wipe it off myself, my thumb grazing the corner of her lip.
Put the fork down. Feed her the rest with my hands, the velvet softness of her lips making me crazy. Not much I can do about it, for a few days, at least. It’s not lost on her either, stoned or not. I torture myself, at the end, wiping the sauce off the plate with my finger and letting her suck it off, the suction of her tongue tying me in knots.
“…I’m sorry…that was mean….”
“Nothing a cold shower won’t fix.”
I make a move to get off the bed, when her hand reaches out to stop me, she misses of course, but I stop anyway. So she won’t have to stretch to reach me, and get hurt. She’s pushed the pillow off her lap.
“…or you could stay right here….”
That soft sweet smile. Sit back down in front of her, reaching out to kiss her, gently. Mischievous giggle, as her hand fumbles for my top button.
“I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”
“….who says you get to do anything?….”
“This isn’t going to work, Anise.”
“…what, you BROKE it already…heehehehe…..I can see you not trusting me with a fork, Riddick, but this I can still manage…”
“You don’t need to do this, I can wait for you.”
“…shut up and sit closer, so I don’t have to reach…..”
Sit as close as I can to her, worried I’m going to hurt her, but not wanting her to stop either. It’s just her hands, but it’s the idea that she wants to, just to make me happy. Her lips on mine a slow heat, sweet and soft. Her small hands stroke over me, but it’s her kiss that finally does it for me. Come in her hand. She licks it off.
“…you better not let me zip you up if I can’t see…it’s scarier than giving me a fork….”
Stress, the absurdity of having to feed her, and a handjob from a blind, dopey, sweetly smiling girlfriend. Don’t know which one of them finally did it, but now I’m laughing with her. The dog looks at us both, lowers his head, slinks off the bed and hides in a corner, watching us. Takes a while, but I finally get some sort of control over myself. She looks tired, so I help get her into bed, giving her one of the doc’s syringes, for pain. Stay beside her until she’s asleep.
© 27 Jan 2006, 16:53