Gone to Ground; Entanglement AU for worm_dancer

[questionablewit]

Hawke would never have believed there'd be a time when she would miss the junkstation. How do you miss a place held together largely by duct-tape which could fall apart at any minute, leaving you floating in the Void?

Answer: by going to ground in a similarly ratty (with some actual rats, or at least rat-like rodents, which at least keeps Teo happy chasing them) colony, except in this one they have to live in a state of constant paranoia because the Fay'lia are after them. Brilliant. It was perhaps inevitable that the Fay'lia would get around to destroying Senburu-Trati'salan, but the way they enjoy finding and squishing the refugees who made it out is almost insulting.

Still, there are...compensations. For one thing, the food's better here (which isn't saying much). And Hawke has no complaints about her company. Except perhaps exhaustion.

Bigger bed than she had on the station, too, which is fortunate. Hawke stretches her arms above her head, musing. "How long have we been here now, blue eyes?"

Never did find a more creative nickname. Hawke really should be ashamed of herself.

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[worm_dancer]

Sheeana considered what to say (her face briefly dropping into that expression from which no cues could be derived, called 'BG Placid'). She was never one to admit weakness easily and her Voices Within urged her not to. What good would come of admitting a Reverend Mother's weakness? But Hawke deserved to know what was happening to her.

"Spice withdrawal. I've been rationing it."

She reached out to her, around her neck and gave a gentle pull inward.

"Will you soothe my aches?"

Sex had been her distraction from boredom at Desert Watch. It could keep her mind off the pangs, at least for a little while here.

[questionablewit]

Hawke frowned at the answer. She still doesn't know much about melange; it gave Sheeana some unusual (and impressive) abilities, but at a price. And it wasn't something they'd be able to come by easily in the circumstances.

But if Sheeana wouldn't admit to concern (which she almost never did), neither would Hawke, at least not at present. And if there was something she could do about it...

Hawke grinned as she let herself be pulled forward, turning her head to graze teeth on the skin of Sheeana's neck, then a nip at the spot where neck met shoulder. She loved the way Sheeana smelled, a faint hint of bitter cinnamon. "I imagine I can come up with a distraction."

[worm_dancer]

"My pretty bird, my sweet panacea..." She said under her breath as Hawke nipped her. It was an animal kindof marking, signifying trust that you allowed your partner to put their teeth where your blood pulsed the hottest, as Sheeana's did.

Her hand remained at her neck, thumb trailing down to press the first three arousal points, the kind of thing she'd do for someone she was trying to seduce. This wasn't for that though, but to use her hard earned skills for her partner's pleasure...and yes, maybe to show off a little.

Her other hand snaked up the back of Hawke's shirt, loving the feel of those hard-bunched muscles under her fingertips.