“I’ll kill him.” Trix glared at the people passing by. Most of them were Aperture employees, as expected, but she also recognized people from town as well as a mix of strangers who had the nerdy look of scientists. Exactly the type Cave Johnson was hoping to recruit with this ridiculous fiasco of his.
“I’ll skin him alive and kick his sorry damn carcass off the nearest cliff.”
A few people had glanced at her booth, but none of them had stopped yet, for which she was relieved. Craig gave her an awkward pat on the shoulder.
“It isn’t really Rick’s fault, you know,” he said. “He only suggested this because he thought he’d be running the booth himself.”
Trix growled. Leave it to Rick to think that a kissing booth was appropriate for a science fair. And leave it to Cave Johnson to decide the idea had merit... as soon as he’d twisted it into a different shape.
The fair itself was a weird mix of actual science and traditional carnival gimmicks. The plan, according to Mr. Johnson, was to try and recruit fresh talent to Aperture. Trix had thought it sounded like a disaster waiting to happen and was glad that she wouldn’t be involved except to keep the rowdies from getting rowdy. But then Rick had opened his fat mouth and Mr. Johnson had caught her laughing and now here she was, the prize freak in a Science of Kissing booth.
Someone was weaving through the crowd towards her, but the tension left as Kevin ducked past a father and daughter to stop in front of her, grinning.
She smiled back at him. “Heya Kev, having fun?”
“Space kiss?” He slid a couple of dollars towards her and waggled his eyebrows.
“Your first customer,” Craig said, taking the money. “On the lips,” he added, checking the payout chart.
“Aw, I could kiss you all day, sweetie.” Leaning forward, she gave him a kiss, amused to see a blush creeping into his cheeks.
She was only half-kidding, too. At least kissing Kevin was safe. She knew he brushed his teeth, and that he wouldn’t try and make it weird, and he definitely wouldn’t take advantage of her predicament. Well, beyond what he was doing now. He ducked his head, still smiling.
“Another satisfied customer!” Craig shouted, startling them both.
People had been watching. Of course they had. And now they took it as their cue to line up. Trix bit back a groan, put on an almost-believable smile, and prepared for a day of suffering.
It was almost as bad as she was expecting. Lots of sour mouths, overly hungry looks, sweaty palms, and outrageous boasting. But she only had to punch one guy for trying to get more than he paid for and that served as a good reminder to the others. There were a lot of idle times, too, and Kevin brought them snacks (and bought a few more kisses) to help them get through the day.
A few of the kisses went to women, a few went to children (on the cheek only), and one memorable one went to a quiet scientist type with a goatee who tried to hide his Black Mesa tie tack as he leaned in. She gave him a little more than the price demanded and grinned at the look he gave her afterward.
“Hope to see you around some more,” she teased. Mr. Johnson might spit on the ground whenever Aperture’s main competitor was mentioned, but by her way of thinking the best way to “win” wasn’t to beat your enemy, it was to make him want to join you. The scientist smiled, nodded, and walked away.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” said a familiar, unwelcome voice.
“You,” Trix snarled, narrowing her eye as Rick swaggered up. “This is all your fault!”
She’d been expecting him all afternoon. In fact she’d figured he’d be a permanent fixture at her booth.
“And what a gorgeous fault it is,” he said, leaning on the counter. “Not that there’s, uh, any faults in you. You’re looking... faultless.”
“You’re gonna look punctured if you don’t go away.” She glared.
His smile widened. “Now, is that any way to talk to a paying customer?” He held up a dollar.
Trix gritted her teeth. They were starting to gather an audience. Craig took the dollar and tucked it in the money pouch, keeping up the patter he’d been developing and oblivious to her mood.
Rick turned his head and pointed to his cheek. “Right there.”
She made a fist. It would be sooo tempting. But there were people watching and she wasn’t allowed to hit anyone unless they started something and when you got right down to it this was just Rick being his usual obnoxious self. Sighing, she leaned in and kissed the indicated spot.
“There. Hope you’re happy,” she muttered, as Craig continued his spiel. He was actually pretty good at it and in other circumstances she might have been impressed. Right now, though, all she wanted to do was crawl away.
“Not quite.” Grinning, Rick held up more money. “I think I wanna try that again.”
He’d paid enough for a kiss on the lips, this time. She gave him a long, hard look, taking in the tension around his eyes and the twitchy movement of his hands. He was still snarking at her, but she could see the sweat beading on his brow. She wondered what he was up to.
“OK, hot stuff,” she said, beckoning him closer. “Pucker up!”
He smelled of cinnamon sugar and as she pressed her lips to his she couldn’t resist sneaking the tiniest taste. Fried dough was one of her favorite treats. Rick twitched and pulled away, blushing. It was a small victory, but she savored it, licking sugar off her lips.
“OK, boys, who’s next?” She scanned the growing audience.
Rick coughed, ducking his head as he fumbled for his wallet. His face was still red. He was cuter when he was flustered. She watched him pull out a crisp bill and slide it across the counter to her. Her eye widened as she saw it and she placed her hand over his, covering it. Craig made a strangled noise behind her.
“Are you sure about about that?” She kept her voice soft so no one else would hear.
The $50 “make-out session” was supposed to be a joke. It was there more as an enticement than a serious offer and everyone knew it. Even Rick knew it. In theory. She gave him a closer look, wondering what she’d missed. It was hardly a secret that he had a crush on her; he flirted hard whenever he got the chance, but he flirted with a lot of women and until now she’d have said that if he wasn’t serious about any of it. Except maybe with Caroline.
Rick’s shoulders jerked in a shrug and he finally looked her in the eye. It was hard to separate any emotions in there. Fear? Hope? Bluster? Genuine attraction? She wasn’t good at nuanced emotions. He covered whatever it was with a smirk.
“Well, if you- if you don’t think you can handle me, angel, I’ll, uh, understand.” He started to pull his hand back.
Trix tightened her hold, tilting her head as she watched him. Was he calling her bluff? Or did he really want this? Was did she want? He arched an eyebrow at her and her decision was made.
“Alright, Rickyboo, you want the full package? You’ve got it!”
His eyes widened at the nickname. She handed the money to Craig and hopped the counter, landing beside Rick, who took a half-step back before catching himself.
“I bet you can’t wait to...”
She caught him mid-hesitation and kissed him. Start slow and then deepen it. There were a couple of catcalls as she wrapped her arms around him, pressing in close. His hands flailed before coming to rest, hesitant, on her lower back. The shock was clear in his eye, but he wasn’t pushing her away. In fact he was trying to keep up with her kiss.Time to add to the show.
With a spin, she pressed him against the the booth, rubbing her hips against his. He made a muffled noise in the back of his throat, fingers spasming against her waist. This was... probably going a little beyond the boundaries, now. If there were any for whatever this was. She broke the kiss, nibbling her way along his throat to his earlobe. He gasped, tipping his head back, his eyes rolling closed. There was scattered applause and more cheering.
Part of her knew she should feel guilty for taking advantage of him like this, even if he’d technically asked for it, but another part of her realized she... she actually wanted this. Maybe. Just a little. Her fingers brushed through his hair, turning his head so she could catch his mouth in another kiss. His own fingers grazed her cheek on the blind side. Smiling, she pulled away again, planting one last peck on his cheek before standing clear.
His eyes opened slowly, still unfocused, and she had a feeling that without the booth at his back he’d have fallen over. She stretched as the audience roared their approval.
“Well, Adventure Boy? Was that enough bang for your buck?”
“Hwaa.” He straightened, looking at her. “Haaa. Huh. Y-yeah!” He blinked rapidly, licking his lips and trying to regain his composure. “I- I guess that... that was... Yeah!”
“Good!” She smoothed down his hair, trying to rein in her own emotions. “Now, run along and enjoy the rest of the show. I have a booth to run.”
He made a few more noises, and she could almost see him struggling to come up with a witty comeback. He was so red he almost glowed.
“Right! You... you do that.” He hesitated, then turned to disappear into the crowd, getting pummeled with congratulations on the way. She blew a kiss at his retreating back and then made her way back into the booth.
“Next?”
She did a brisk business after that, but thankfully no one else opted for the $50 option. Kevin claimed a few more kisses and even Craig bought one at the end of the night, but she didn’t see any sign of Rick again. Maybe she’d overdone it.
After the booth closed up and Craig handed over her share of the profit (a hefty chunk of which went right back to Aperture) she headed out to the parking lot to get her bike.
Rick was pacing a track into the dirt and looked up as she approached.
“Hey! Uh... how- how’d it go?” He fiddled with his shirt, brushing out imaginary creases.
“A lot better than it might have, thanks to you.” She paused, wondering how to word her apology.
“Yeah, uh, about that.” He fidgeted some more and glanced at his palm. “I was thinking, y’know, maybe you and me... sometime... maybe...”
Relief flooded through her: he wasn’t upset. She smiled at him and he stammered to a stop.
“There’s an all-night diner at the edge of town. I could use some real food after today.”
“Yeah? Yeah! I know the one you mean! Uh...”
She pulled two helmets out of her saddlebags and passed one to him. “I figure I at least owe you dinner after earlier.”
“Ha! Funny. I- I was gonna say the same thing to you.” His grin was lopsided and he was blushing again. But at least he was too flustered for his usual cheesy pickup lines.
“We can do Rock, Paper, Scissors when we get the bill to determine who owes what,” she said, sitting on the bike and gesturing for him to join her.
“Sounds good to me.” He sat behind her, hooking his arms around her waist. “I think I already won anyway.”
She wasn’t sure she was supposed to hear the last bit, but her smile widened inside her helmet. In the end, maybe they’d both won. Revving the engine, she headed down the road with Rick as a warm, comforting weight at her back.
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Cerberus- a drabble about characters raising a little hell together.
It had started as a drinking game. Trix wasn’t entirely clear on how she had then ended up on the bar’s tiny stage singing a duet with Rick, but she was still willing to play along.
A Whole New World should have been a safe song to sing. They both knew (most) of the words, but between the drinks, their own dirty minds, and the fact that for some ungodly reason Craig had made them sit through Dirty Dancing at the last Movie Night, some of the moves they added in would NOT have been approved by Disney.
“Unbelievable sights…” Grinning, Trix pushed Rick’s unbuttoned shirt front out of her way and traced a finger down his chest. And lower.
“Indescribable feelings. Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling, Through an endless diamond sky!”
She spun, pressing her back against him as she spread her arms wide.
“A whole new wooorrrrllld!”
Rick wrapped his arms around her, one hand splayed against her abdomen, hips bucking.
“Don’t you dare close your eyes!” He growled the line, nuzzling at her neck.
“A hundred thousand things to see!” She waggled her eyebrows at the audience, who whooped in appreciation. Well, some of them.
Rick twirled her and pulled her back in close. “Hold your breath, it gets better!”
She dodged his mouth to sing her next bit, but her fingers dug into his shoulders- bare shoulders?- as the kiss landed under her jaw instead, throwing her a bit off key.
They didn’t make it to the end of the song before management kicked them out. Something about “standards” and “dress code” and Trix was laughing too much to listen to the rest of it.
“We sure showed them. huh?” Grinning, she looped her arm through his and they leaned against each other as they made their unsteady way away from the bar. “Betcha they thought we were really gonna do something on stage!”
Yeah, hah. Why don’t we go back to my place and really show ‘em something?” His lips brushed against her cheek.
“No, silly!” She ducked her head and pushed against him, sending them both bouncing off a display window. “I’m way too hyper to sleep now!”
“Wasn’t planning to sleep,” he muttered. She elbowed him.
Tilting her head, she studied the street, trying to think of something they could do. If she’d had a little less to drink they could have hopped on her bike and gone for a ride. She wanted to go fast. She wanted to feel the wind in her hair! Her eye lit on the thrift shop and a plan began to form.
Twenty minutes and a chunk of change later they were careening down the sidewalk on mismatched rollerskates, Trix in the lead and Rick trying to catch her.The few pedestrians still out had to dive for safety, but the only casualties so far had been a plant pot and Rick’s shin. Armed with Silly String, they were also attacking each other, the trees, and any low-hanging signs they passed.
“Gonna have to move faster than that if you wanna catch me, Adventure Boy!” She glanced behind her, watching Rick struggle to keep up. He’d put his shirt back on, but hadn’t rebuttoned it, so it flapped in the breeze.
Distracted, she missed the curb, causing a car to slam on its brakes and honk the horn as she flailed past. Rick caught her on the other side, using the last of his string on her before wrapping his arms around her waist.
“I might be adventurous, but you’re crazy, you know that?” He was breathless but grinning.
“Takes one to know one.” She fired one last streamer into the air so that it rained down on them both. “So did you have fun tonight?”
“Hmm?” He was combing his fingers through her hair, which had come loose at some point. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, I had a lot of fun.”
After tucking the empty can in one of her cargo pockets, she spread her hands against his chest, feeling the wild thump of his heart.
“So, now what?” She smiled at him. “Wanna race me home?”
“I think I’ve had enough chasing for one night.” He blinked. “That is unless I’m chasing you into-”
She placed a finger across his lips. “Ah, ah, ah,” she said. “Don’t ruin things now. You’ve been doing really well. Come on.”
Breaking free of his embrace, she caught his hand and led them towards home, humming the duet they’d sung earlier. Rick joined in, singing softly, and soon she added her own voice. She’d have to make a decision soon, and while the worst of the alcoholic haze was fading, her clearing mind wasn’t making an answer any more obvious.
He squeezed her fingers and she glanced over to see a policeman with his notepad out, studying a tree covered with yellow and green strings. Giggling, they ducked down a side street that would take them to the backside of their building. She smiled at him. Maybe the decision wouldn’t be that hard after all.
Trix and Rick, 19 (if you've already started it, why not :D)
A Kiss Below the Waist
Trix squirmed uncomfortably and backed away. “Rick, what the hell are you doing?”
“I’m kissin’ yer feet,” Rick slurred. “Yer beautiful, beautiful feet.”
“Yeah.” Trix rubbed her foot on the back of her pantsleg. “I got that. But why?”
“I’m so glad yer here!” He made a grab for her ankle, but she hopped out of the way.
“Rick, sweetie, I did warn you about the tequila.” She sighed.
She’d known- known- when he called her that he wasn’t actually dying, but she’d felt the need to check up on him anyway. His grand plan of drinking until he got the worm had not worked out very well. And judging by the amount still in the bottle, he hadn’t gotten very far before realizing that. Which was a blessing. Sort of.
“Oh, god,” he groaned. “I think it’s burrowing into me, now!” He curled up on the floor.
Trix sighed. If the worm had somehow gained some kind of zombie sentience, it was performing a pretty good trick if it was attacking him from the bottle on the other side of the room. She moved closer and crouched beside him, patting his shoulder.
“Come on, Rick. Let’s get you into the bathroom before you make a mess out here.” She helped him into a sitting position, alert for any sign that he wasn’t going to make it in time.
Rick moaned, one arm flailing for her. she caught him and slooowwwwly helped him up.
“I love you,” he said, as they made their crooked way across the living room.
“Yeah, I know.” Trix worked to steer him down the hall. They bounced off the walls a couple of times, but eventually made it to the bathroom.
“No, I mean I really really really-”
“Shhh.”
The toilet seat was already up, of course, and wonder of wonders it was more or less clean. She shrugged off Rick’s efforts to nuzzle her neck.
“Yer gorgeous an’ smart, an’ I really love it when... when you... Oh, god-”
She got him into position just in time and then stepped back as the tequila made its return trip. Her nose wrinkled in sympathy. Being sick- whether through illness or misadventure- was never fun. She wet a facecloth and folded it over the back of his neck.
“You gonna be OK, silly boy?”
He groaned.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” She rubbed his back for a few minutes, but he didn’t seem inclined to talk anymore. A distant part of her mind wondered what he’d been about to say. It might have offered some insight into why he was so attracted to her.
She stayed with him for a while, just to make sure he wasn’t in any immediate danger of choking or braining himself on the toilet, or any of the other hazards of overindulgence. He threw up a couple more times and rambled a bit, but seemed to be dropping off to sleep.
So was she. Her watch said 3AM. Ugh. She yawned. The things she did for friends.
“I’m gonna head out, Rick. I’ll leave you something for the morning.” She kissed his shoulder- must have been the exhaustion making her do that- and padded out of the room.
Rick woke up in the bathroom, unsure what had happened, but knowing he didn’t like it. His mouth tasted rotten, his head felt like it was trying to hatch, and his eyes burned. Tequila, right? His nose told him yes and his stomach rolled unpleasantly.
He flushed the toilet (which was way too loud), rinsed his mouth (it didn’t help much) and made his bleary way out to the kitchen, making sure to keep all the lights off because ow.
There was a note taped to the fridge, which was odd because he didn’t remember writing it. He peered at the paper, willing his eyes to focus. It took a minute or two and what he read made him cringe.
“Trix?” he croaked. Trix had been here? Uncomfortable not-quite-memories stirred in the agonized sludge of his brain. The impressions he got were... not good at all. He groaned.
Her note said she’d already fed Danger, which might explain why the cat hadn’t made her usual wailing demand for breakfast. Trix also said she’d left him her “hangover cure” in the fridge and told him to eat a lot of toast, which explained the bread on the counter.
He pulled a glass of orange-ish goop out of the fridge and gave it a wary sniff. Juice, ice cream, a couple shots of tabasco, and crushed vitamins, is what the note had said. His stomach gurgled. In a good way, he hoped. He gulped down the drink as quickly as he could and waited. His stomach seemed to accept the offering, so he went to put the bread in the toaster, wondering where, exactly, Trix had found those ingredients, since he didn’t have any of them and didn’t have a working blender, either.
One thing he did know was that he was due to have a very very awkward conversation with her later. Even if he called in sick- or quit (which seemed like a good choice at the moment) she’d still find him. They lived in the same building. He’d never be able to escape fast enough.
“Her feet?” He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, hoping like hell that the little memory fragment was wrong. She’d never have stuck around if he did that, right? She’d just kick him in the teeth and leave. Although given the way his head felt maybe she had kicked him. He might even have deserved it.
Trix raked the hair out of her eye as she headed down the corridor. Morning shifts were the worst.
“Why, good morning, Trix! Aren’t you looking pretty today!”
Correction: morning shifts with Rick in them were the worst thing. She gave him a half-hearted glare and kept walking.
“Pretty deadly, that is! Because… you know…” He waved a hand, falling into step beside her. “You’re pretty. And, um…”
“Rick, it’s too early for this,” she said. “I haven’t even had my coffee yet.”
“OK, OK, I understand!” He grinned at her. “I can be a lot to take in first thing in the morning. Although maybe if I was the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes…”
She swatted him. “Eye. And you’d better stop there before I’m forced to kill you.”
“Sure! No problem! I’ll, uh… just let you think about it, then!” He stopped, rubbing his arm. “You have yourself a good day, Trix. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around… because… you’re… around.”
She heard a faint “damn” as she turned a corner and shook her head; he was hopeless.
The next morning she was a little more awake and wasn’t surprised to see Rick pacing around, trying to act as if he just happened to be in this particular hall at this particular time by total coincidence.
“Well, hello there!” False surprise dripped from his voice. “Imagine the two of us meeting like this! Again! It must be fate.”
“Or someone telling you what my schedule is.” She sighed. “Why are you doing this, anyway?”
“Doing what? Walking down the hall with a beautiful woman by my side?” He fake-stretched, trying to slip an arm around her shoulders, but she stepped out of the way.
“I’m beautiful now, huh? Guess I should be grateful for the upgrade.” She stifled a yawn. Her body hadn’t adjusted to the change in her schedule yet.
“It’s only fair since you’ve... you’ve upgraded my heart! Yeah!” He placed a hand over his chest, smiling and waggling his eyebrows.
She groaned and gave him a gentle push. “Go back to your lab, Rick. Hopefully you’re better at science than you are at flirting.”
“Hey now, I happen to have a black belt in flirting!” He squared his shoulders and tried to smoulder. “I was just going easy on you since-”
“Shoo!” She made a flicking gesture at him. “Go on, little rooster. Go crow somewhere else.”
“Speaking of roosters-”
“Don’t even think it, Rick!”
He stopped walking. “Oh yeah? Well... well, cock-a-doodle you, too!”
She placed a hand to her forehead and kept going. That didn’t even make sense. What had gotten into him, anyway? Was this because of the Halloween dance? Heat burned in her cheeks. She should have known that would come back to haunt her. Maybe she should think of a way to let him down. Gently.
The next morning he was right on time and wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was waiting for her.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite early bird!” Smiling, he held out a cup. “And I’ve brought her a worm! Of- of coffee! Since you said…”
Trix took the cup and stared into it. “Nice try, but I’m very particular about how I like it.”
“Three sugars and lots of milk?”
“How’d you know?” She narrowed her eye as his smile broadened into a grin.
“My methods are many and mysterious.” He waved his hand. “It’s all part of earning my black belt in-”
“Rick.”
He ducked his head. “Kevin. Kevin may have, uh… mentioned it. When I asked.”
“Kevin’s in on this, too?” She should have known. He probably thought it was hilarious.
“In on what?” Wide brown eyes gave her one of the least convincing innocent looks she’d seen in a while. “It’s just coffee! For a damsel in distress!”
“If you call me a damsel one more time you’re gonna be in for a lot more than distress.” She sighed, her resolve weakening. “But thanks. I guess.”
She took a gulp and choked, spluttering coffee everywhere. Rick swore as she thrust the cup back at him.
“Too hot? Too sweet?”
She spat a couple of times and wiped her arm across her mouth before glaring at him.
“Salt,” she croaked. “It’s salty! If this is your idea of a joke, so help me, I will end you!”
“What? That can’t be right!” He took a sip himself and promptly spat it out. “That slimy little weasel! I told him this was important!” He looked at her, mouth twisted in a grimace. “Trix, I’m so sorry about that! I had no idea! Honest!”
“Whatever, Rick.” She tried to rein in her temper. “Just... stop trying so hard, okay?” She frowned down at the mess and sighed. “I have to go call maintenance. And change my shirt.”
“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I didn’t mean-”
“I know! It’s not your fault! Just... go back to your lab, OK? I have work to do.” She unclipped her radio as she turned to head back to the locker room. “Yeah, we need maintenance at Level 20, Junction 56...”
The day improved after that and she figured she’d be able to apologize to him in the morning except... he wasn’t there. She didn’t see him the day after, either. Or on her days off, even though they lived in the same building and she was deliberately lingering in the common areas.
She was starting to feel guilty. Maybe she’d been too harsh with him. Except... no. He was still trying too damn hard. The reason Halloween had worked so well was because he kept his mouth shut and didn’t ruin the moment with bad pickup lines. They were kind of charming in a silly, terrible kind of way, but there was only so much she could take. Maybe she’d hunt him down in the morning.
It turned out not to be necessary. He was waiting for her the next morning with a smile and a bright red tulip.
“A tulip? That’s a little different.” She wasn’t much of a fan of flowers, anyway, but would have pegged Rick as a traditional roses kind of guy.
He winked at her. “It’s because I’ve never seen two lips as beautiful-”
“NO.” She smacked him in the head.
“Ow!” He backed away as she advanced on him until his back was pressed against the wall. “Look, uh, I- I just wanted to apologize again for the thing with the coffee.”
“That’s better.” She smiled at him. “You’re off to a good start, now.”
He blinked at her a few times. “Really? I mean, things are always good when I’m-”
“Nope. Try again.”
He gave her a blank look. “What? Oh, did you want this flower?” He held it up. “It reminds me of-”
“Wrong again.” She took the tulip and bapped his nose with it.
“Sorry.” He averted his eyes, shoulders sagging. “I’ll, uh, I’ll stop bothering you. Like you asked.”
“What I want is for you to talk to me.” She bapped him again.
His brow creased. “But... that’s what I was doing.”
“No, you were flirting at me. Talk to me like I’m a real person.” She patted his cheek. “Come on, you do it on Movie Nights!”
“Yeah, but that’s different!”
“Why?”
She watched him try and fail to come up with an answer.
“Thought so.” She turned and started down the hall. “Thanks for the flower. And the apology. When you’re ready to talk, let me know. Maybe we can do it over dinner sometime.”
“That... Yes, OK! That’s- I’d, uh. I’d like that!”
((Tried out the scenario generator and this was too fun to resist. This one’s for lilmisscopypaster since I know she likes this pairing. :D ))
“What the hell were you thinking?!” Trix dragged Rick behind the barrier and dropped him.
“Ow! Dangit, that hurts!” He rubbed his head where it had bounced off the floor.
“It should hurt!” Pulling a roll of bandages from a pocket she snatched his arm and began to wrap it. “You’re lucky you didn’t pull back a bloody stump!”
“I was trying to- ow!- to help! Ow! You’re gonna cut off circulation!”
“I’m trying to stop the bleeding, you idiot!” A quick slice severed the gauze. She pressed down harder than necessary and taped it off. “And if you wanted to help you could have stayed out of my damn way and let me do my job!”
Her hands were shaking, but she stayed busy patching up the rest of his cuts and scrapes so he wouldn’t notice. This had been a close one, almost too close. If she’d been a few seconds slower Aperture would have needed a new scientist. And probably a new security goon, too.
“Of all the stupid, suicidal, boneheaded things to do!” It came out as a growl.
“Well, I’m sorry!” He gave a little huff, raking the hair back on his head. “Excuse me if I see a lady in distress and try to-”
“I’m not a lady, Rick!” She pounded the floor. The pain helped clear her thoughts a bit. “I’m not some delicate flower in need of rescuing!”
“I know that!”
Trix gestured at the hall around them, her movements jerky. “I’m a security guard! The whole point of my job is to keep other people safe! People like you!” She angled her head to glare at him. “I can’t do that if you go throwing yourself into harm’s way!”
Silence was interrupted by gunfire and inhuman screeching. Backup was handling the problem. Rick looked down and away.
“I- I know. I’m sorry. I just... I saw that thing coming after you and... I didn’t think.”
“Damn right you didn’t!” She stood, dragging him up with her. His injuries weren’t as severe as she’d first thought and he was able to stand and walk without help, but she kept tight hold of him anyway. Her mind kept replaying the image of leathery jaws unhinging to reveal triple rows of serrated teeth and then Rick suddenly standing between her and them.
“Idiot!” She smacked the side of his head, leading him down the hall and further away from the fighting.”You could have been killed!”
“Ow!” Rick winced, trying to pull away. “Yes! Fine! I get it, OK! I’m stupid and reckless and put myself in danger for nothing! You’re tough and scary and badass and don’t need a fool like me getting in your way and ruining everything!“ He waved his bandaged arm. “Whatever! Forget it! Next time I won’t try to stop the damn monster from chewing your face off!”
Trix shoved him against the wall, her face less than an inch from his. “Good,” she said. “Because if you ever do that again...”
Too close. She was too close. Her attention shifted to his mouth, soft and inviting. She brushed against it, his sharp intake of breath mirroring her own. Lips parted, head tilting back. It was all she needed. Mouths mashed together as she kissed him, her body pressing his into the wall. His arms flailed before coming to rest on her waist, hesitant.
Her tongue probed every contour of his mouth, maneuvering around his own explorations. This was exactly the sort of thing she wasn’t supposed to do and she was going to savor it while she could.
At last she pulled back, breathless, heart hammering in her chest.
“If you ever get in my way again, I’ll kill you myself.” Her fingers ghosted down his arm, past the shredded sleeve and along the bandages.
Rick blinked, his eyes unfocused. “...What?”
She cuffed his head again, gently this time. “Get back to work, Dr. North, and I’ll get back to mine.”
Without giving him a chance to respond she turned and jogged back in the direction of the gunfire. She wasn’t running away from him, hell no. She was just... prioritizing. And picking the threat she knew how to handle. Everything else could be handled later. Unless a bigger threat came up first. This was Aperture: there was always a bigger threat. Or so she hoped...
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