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Post by Izzie McFadden on Dec 25, 2010 15:02:00 GMT -5
It was creeping up on the New Year, and the ship was still mostly vacant of its occupants. Izzie's family had been spread out across the galaxy this Christmas, so she'd opted to stay on the Venia and get settled in properly while the crew was away. She'd narrowly dodged a snow ball fight the other day, and enjoyed a dinner with some of the crew - Sam was an excellent chef, that was apparently a ship wide consensus.
Turning slowly on the spot, Izzie looked around the empty gym, her new home for the forseeable future. It was a good space, and she was sure she'd get many of the crew in here for various things. For now though, she had it all to herself, and seeing as this was probably the only time this was going to happen, she was going to take advantage of that.
Kicking off her heels, and shrugging off her cardigan, the music began to play. She spun into a pirouette and out of it, launching into an old routine from her time at Art School. It built up in tempo and intensity, until she was changing levels every several steps, warmth flushing to her cheeks through the effort.
Catching sight of something suddenly out of the corner of her eye, she stumbled and tripped over her own feet, crashing to the floor with a thud. She sucked in a deep breath as a pain shot through her arm, and her eyes whipped round to the person who distracted her, fire in her eyes. "What do you think you're doing?" |
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Post by Gordon McFadden on Dec 27, 2010 15:10:22 GMT -5
"I was trying to get my stuff when you decided to mess up your routine Prancer. Now before you trip over anything else, I'd suggest you start that back up while you leave me alone." Gordon was a bit peeved at the girl's reaction, seeing as she was the one who inflicted herself with the trip and it appeared as if she was blaming HIM for her misstep. Not his fault that the girl couldn't dance without running into something. The officer had forgotten a few things in one of the gym lockers and was planning on retrieving the items before he left the Venia(again) for another operation he had planned(the one the Captain sent him on had proved to be somewhat of a success, but he wanted to follow the information he got...he had to bring those guys to justice, no matter what). Of course, his luck had it that he would run into some dancing crew member(upon further examination, she was cute...still didn't excuse her accusation though).
"And what are you supposed to be anyway? You gonna dance for R4 when we're fightin them?"
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Post by Izzie McFadden on Dec 27, 2010 16:10:30 GMT -5
Izzie's mouth practically hit the floor at his retort. What an ASSHOLE.
Hopping back onto her feet, she cradled her arm and glowered at him, the pain more intense because of the old injury there.
"You know what? Screw you, if you're going to be like that then you don't even deserve an answer." Walking away, she bent over to grab her shoes and sucked in a breath, clutching at her arm while cursing. She hated injuring herself with a vengence. And having this guy around, being aggressive and diminuitive, wasn't helping.
Who was he anyway? "Just great," she muttered to herself, "hurt my arm and the only person on the ship is a dick. Great."
Swirling back round, he was still standing there.
"What are you looking at??"
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Post by Gordon McFadden on Dec 27, 2010 16:19:45 GMT -5
Gordon had collected his things and was on his way out when he heard her exclamation. Walking towards her, he said:
"I'm lookin at a hot chick who danced into some debris. I'm also lookin at a girl who's got a passion in her eyes that I can't help but be attracted to." Gordon was telling the truth: when he got closer to her, he could almost feel the heat of the fire that burned within her eyes. It was something that Gordon also possessed: raw passion, raw heat. It drew him to her like nothing else had in the past.
"I need to look at those eyes a bit closer." Gordon knew he was going to get slapped big time for this, but hey, he could take it. He walked closer and leaned in, kissing her on the lips once.
"Taste good too."
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Post by Izzie McFadden on Dec 27, 2010 16:29:18 GMT -5
What in holy hell? All of the spiel that just came out of his mouth just made NO sense, whatsoever, after his original outburst. But before she had a chance to respond...
Gordon's lips crashed against hers.
Half resisting, half not, he pulled away, she slammed her hand against his chest, shoving him away. "What the hell was that?!" Stupid question which was bound to attract a condescending answer.
Her lips were tingling, her pulse racing, her head spinning. Despite her reaction, that had been quite a kiss.
Forgetting the pain in her arm for the moment, she shook her head slightly before striding over to him, and ignoring all sense and reason, pushed up on her toes to deliver him a kiss that would knock his socks off.
That, and prevent him from answering her question.
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Post by Gordon McFadden on Dec 27, 2010 16:36:59 GMT -5
Gordon chuckled as she shoved him back a few inches(little girl had some power behind her), responding with a:
"That was a.." Before he could finish, her lips were locked onto his, his body flushing with warmth that he had never experienced before in his life. Sure he had kissed a lot of women, but this one...hadn't known her for more than five minutes and she was blowing him off of his feet. He threw his bag down to the ground as he continued to kiss her, guiding her towards a row of lockers where he had her pushed against. He paused for a moment, their faces inches apart, Gordon's emotions and thoughts jumbled together into a mess. For the first time, he didn't have anything to say. That didn't last very long.
"Who are you?" Gordon almost whispered the question, as if he had discovered some kind of treasure and was inspired by the awe of it. And maybe, just maybe, he wanted to get to know this chick so that he could kiss her some more. Probably a little bit of both.
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Post by Izzie McFadden on Dec 27, 2010 16:55:40 GMT -5
This was insane. Crazy insane.
She'd thought the hormonal teenage years had been over four years ago, but now she was making out with a guy she didn't even know? Apparently they still had a firm grip over her emotions, especially when she was kissed like that.
Replenishing her lungs with oxygen, she held onto his shoulder as she said, "Isla Fritz, UGAP Fitness Instructor. But people usually call me Izzie," she breathed, her eyes scanning his handsome face, "how about you?"
This was so surreal, pushed up against the lockers with only one thing on her mind. When was the last time she'd even thought about kissing someone, let alone going further? Working with the UGAP soldiers didn't give her a lot of time to herself.
"I'm new here, in case you couldn't tell," she said, "and that was quite a welcome." A grin spread across her face.
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Post by Gordon McFadden on Dec 27, 2010 17:03:38 GMT -5
"I knew you were a face I hadn't seen before. I would have done this with you sooner if I had known you were on board earlier." He gave her a smirk before continuing:
"Gordon. Tactical officer supreme." Gordon's lips traveled down to her neck as he asked:
"Fitness instructor? What do we need those for? Most of us are in shape..." He took one of her hands and pressed it against his abdomen, allowing her feel the solid wall that he developed while with R4. He bit down on her neck(sooo smooth) softly as he traveled back up to her face.
"Tell me the real reason why you're here. UGAP wouldn't send us a fitness instructor. What are you really?" Even though an instant connection had been made with Izzy, Gordon's mistrust surfaced rather quickly. It was something that he had to put up as a shield, as a wall from making sure he didn't put his trust in anything or anyone that would set him up for failure.
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Post by Izzie McFadden on Dec 27, 2010 17:14:43 GMT -5
"Supreme huh?" she pushed his face away with her hand, smirking herself. "Let me guess, it's all ego down here, isn't it." She snapped the waistband of his trousers, raising her eyebrows at him.
Izzie shook her head slightly, her fingers massaging his rock hard abs as he continued to talk, seemingly not believing that she was who she said she was.
"Some people, prefer to have someone sort out a plan for them to keep them in shape, keep them on task," she said, frowning slightly, "the UGAP wanted me to teach their soldiers abstract ways of moving, things that the enemy wouldn't expect. You'd be fairly surprised if someone turned round and swing danced their heels right into your precious ego."
"And if that explanation isn't good enough," she slid out of his arms, "I suggest you find a different flexible friend to make out with."
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Post by Gordon McFadden on Dec 27, 2010 17:23:12 GMT -5
Gordon could tell she was offended by his doubt, but he had to expose any kind of false motive, any kind of possibility that she was with...
She just explained it to you, Gordon. Not very smooth of you
I had to know
Did you now?
YES
Why don't you try and put your faith in people for once?
People let you down
If you let them
Gordon's momentary silence was rare, but he quickly broke it by saying:
"Listen, I'm a bit jumpy, ok? Been through enough to where I question things, question everything really. It's habit. Nothin against you." He could tell that he had damaged their connection slightly. Not wanting to do anymore damage, he knew he had to leave, just let her find him if she wanted to know more. IF she did. He doubted it..
Why doubt? She might be the answer
STOP TALKING
"Come find me if you want me." With that, Gordon picked up his bag and walked out the gym door, his body language less confident than it was when he walked inside the gym. Izzie was different...he could feel it. But he damaged their connection. That's what he usually did...damage things.
Gordon had been frustrated for the past few minutes, so in order to burn off that frustration, he sought retreat in the private biotic gym that Anna had been kind enough to set up(he owed her big time). It was deep down in the heart of the ship, away from everyone else. The bots laying on the ground had been toasted by his biotic ability. Destruction. Again. But then again, who needed to save? Who needed her?
You do. Genius.
Shut it.
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Post by Izzie McFadden on Dec 27, 2010 17:43:46 GMT -5
Izzie took a breath in order to speak, but he was gone.
Okay, so, yes, she had been insulted that he hadn't believed her. Most people would be. They worked on an 'innocent until proven guilty' ideal, trust someone until they give you reason not to. But obviously Gordon worked the other way, and he'd illuded to a reason, but what that was? She didn't know.
Did she want to know?
Moving back out into the main gym area, she retrieved her cardigan, pulling it back on. She was cold now with Gordon gone, the rush she'd felt when they'd been kissing all but dissolved. He'd said that if she wanted to find him, she could. Her impulse told her to go, not that she would know what to say. But then reality kicked in - the pain shooting through her arm again.
Leaving her shoes behind (she'd pick them up later), she made a stop by the medical bay, pulling open a packet of painkillers with her teeth. The relief was instant, the painkillers being so fast acting these days that just touching them could probably cure you of a dull headache. Once her mind wasn't distracted by the pain anymore, she finally focused on what she wanted to do now.
"You're a hard man to find," Izzie said, tip toeing around the broken robots strewn all over the floor, "but I think I did fairly well, considering I barely know you."
"This is why the biosigns detector in the medical bay comes in real handy."
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Post by Gordon McFadden on Dec 27, 2010 17:49:33 GMT -5
Gordon laughed, saying:
"Yeah. Most people don't know about this place. I don't like advertising my own personal space to everyone on board. The one place where I can act and not think is in this room. Kinda like a private sanctuary." He wouldn't admit it, but he was encouraged by the fact that she had actually sought him out. But what would they talk about? How each others skin felt? How when Gordon locked eyes with her the very time, he felt a rush of energy and passion that he hadn't felt but that one time in his entire life?
"You ah, you need something?" Gordon was trying to act nonchalant about her arrival, but it wasn't working. His facade was slowly starting to break down. In order to make sure she didn't see it(she probably knew already), he walked over to a small rack where he had placed a towel. He wiped the sweat off his face and arms(sleeveless t-shirts were a wonder) before he walked back, sitting down on the hard metal floor.
"Well?"
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Post by Izzie McFadden on Dec 27, 2010 18:01:46 GMT -5
"Oh, yeah, I came down here for no reason whatsoever," she said, flopping down and crossing her legs almost to the point where she looked like she was about to start chanting 'om' and harnessing her chi.
It was fairly clear to see that there was an awkward tension now. Kissing passionately and then departing on uncertain terms apparently wasn't the best ice breaker.
"Seeing as we already did the lip locking thing," she said, "how about we rewind. I know your name and what you do: Gordon, kicks ass for a living. What else is there? Other than a handsome head of hair and an apparently strong stomach?"
She didn't know whether this was going to help at all, but he'd already shown he wasn't all bravado, maybe he would surprise her, maybe not. But, she couldn't ignore the connection they'd had back there, so she was willing to give it a try.
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Post by Gordon McFadden on Dec 27, 2010 18:08:09 GMT -5
"I also take names with that kicking." He went from a sitting position to laying down on the metal surface. Pausing for a moment, he considered what he should and shouldn't tell her. There was the obvious he would have to let her on in: former terrorist, etc., but what else would he let her in on?
"I was a former biotic with the group we're currently chasing. R4 they're called. I was one of their elite commandos. Sent me in on dirty missions that none of the higher ups wanted taken care of because they were too scared of the Alliance. I burned worlds, slaughtered innocents and left a lot of destruction in my path. After a few years of living that life, I wanted out. I busted out of the facility where they kept me and drifted around the galaxy before the Alliance found me and gave me a purpose other than killing. I also like cheeseburgers." Gordon sat up and smiled slightly, continuing:
"Yeah, I know, you're probably wondering why they wanted me onboard. Honestly, I don't know myself. A guy like me didn't deserve a second chance, but I got one. I'm using it. What about you? Why did you drag your butt into Alliance service? Why not be a private fitness contractor that danced on the side?"
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Post by Izzie McFadden on Dec 27, 2010 18:28:26 GMT -5
WOW, Izzie mouthed mostly to herself, that was... wow, that was a twisted past. How did you function as a human being after living like that?
"Cheeseburgers, huh?" she said, smiling a little in return, sort of glazing past all the other stuff for the moment. It didn't really bear thinking about, all of the bad stuff that he'd done. The UGAP obviously trusted that he'd changed enough to have him on board.
Playing with the edge of her top, she shrugged her shoulders, "when you're the second youngest of five, in a household without much money, you realise just how far money can go, and what it means to actually have some. The UGAP were offering me better pay, a secure job, and the opportunity to make a real difference. It was my salvation after my dream of Art School and dancing fell through." She lifted up her injured arm and rolled the sleeve up, revealing the scar that ran from her palm to her elbow. "Fire escape broke my fall, saved my life but ruined my career."
"Nothing like your story, but hey, some peoples' lives just aren't as interesting." She said this with a slight smirk on her lips.
"What does biotic mean?"
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