Post by Otterling on Feb 16, 2010 15:30:41 GMT -5
Jahari had smiled sadly up at Cyar when the other woman commented on her not being broken so much as out of tune. It was nice to cling to such thoughts, that maybe she wasn’t entirely as wrecked a being as she thought she was though she wasn’t sure how in the galaxy she could be anything but messed up considering how often she cleaned and how much she got nervous over every little thing and a vacation from all that sounded like it’d be nice. She looked down at the gloved hand wrapped around her own. There was something strangely comforting about that contact, what with them both wearing gloves still, Cyar in leather and Jahari in latex, and it meant she could actually have physical contact with out any sort of concern over disease and germs. Sweaty palms were the stuff of nightmares to her…all those bacteria squirming and swarming and writhing in bodily fluid only to be pressed against her own skin…
Jahari had forcibly pushed the thought away before her mouth was once again in motion and more ranting was pouring out before she could stop it. Her brain was running two different paths of thoughts at the same time, one she was voicing and the other she wasn’t. They had gloves. It was safe. Maybe she could convince Cyar to wear a whole hazmat suit and then they could even hug. That would be nice. Jahari liked hugs when they were properly sanitary and didn’t result in her hyperventilating in utter panic. The last hug she’d gotten was from her uncle Skocha but that was years ago and come to think of it, it didn’t really end well either…maybe she didn’t like hugs as much as she thought she did. Now that she considered it, the whole hugging thing had never really gone well for her. Jahari was so engrossed in the two simultaneous trains of thought that she really didn’t register Cyar’s movement behind her until her brain shoved every thought aside as the imminent panic buttons began to flare and instead focused on puppies.
She liked puppies. They were adorable with their little cute faces and sincere eyes and she wanted to put them in tiny jackets in tiny wagons cause nothing was sadder than a cold puppy because what if it caught a cold and then it would be a sick sad puppy and that was just a heartbreaking…..
There was a pressure against her skin…along the tops of her shoulders…and it felt good and yet Jahari could feel the muscle there beginning to knot and her neck pulled in and her eyes were wide and she could feel the onset of her lungs beginning to seize up. Oh gods ohgods ohgodsohgodsohgodsCyarwastouchingherandshewantedtoenjoyitbecauseitwasCyarandCyarwaswonderfulbutherbrainwasseizingupandallsortsofmentalimagesofwhatCyarhadtouchedwiththosegloveswascomingtomindandhowlonghaditbeensinceshe’ddisinfectedthoseglovesandOHGODSSOMEONEWASTOUCHINGHER!!!!!!
Jahari made a high pitched squeaking noise and her breathing began to speed up considerably as she drew in on herself. She didn’t want Cyar to be insulted, she liked Cyar and she liked the touch sort of and it was nice and it felt good except that there was nothing between the gloves and her skin and she needed to wipe herself down now but that would be insulting and then Cyar would think she was saying that Cyar was dirty or something but she wasn’t, not any more than anyone else, and the massage had felt good up until she’d thought of it too much and why in the nine was Cyar rubbing her? She’d been RUBBING her and gods it had felt good but then it felt weird and now maybe Cyar felt weird too and what was she supposed to say now???
"Hey, wanna get a couple plates out? Food's almost done."
Jahari practically jumped at the sound of Cyar’s voice and she stared wide and wild eyed at the pilot’s back. “F-f-food…right…..food…I like food. We need food to eat and we need to eat it on plates and I’ll get plates,” she squeaked in a rush. She tried to slow her panicked breathing as she shuffled over to the cabinet and pulled down two plates for their meal. She was scrubbing them down with a sort of mad gleam to her eye before she’d even realized what she was doing and then she sheepishly slid the plates across to Cyar. “It….I…” Jahari sort of stumbled over her words. How was she supposed to explain that it wasn’t Cyar’s fault and that it was a nice thing Cyar had been trying to do, or at least she thought it was, but honestly she wasn’t really sure what Cyar had been doing since no one had ever ever tried to rub her shoulders before and she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to react to that. “Wasnice,thankyou,” she mumbled quickly before inching her way back over to her seat and sitting back down in her chair, her whole body so tense she looked set to spring up at any moment.
Jahari had forcibly pushed the thought away before her mouth was once again in motion and more ranting was pouring out before she could stop it. Her brain was running two different paths of thoughts at the same time, one she was voicing and the other she wasn’t. They had gloves. It was safe. Maybe she could convince Cyar to wear a whole hazmat suit and then they could even hug. That would be nice. Jahari liked hugs when they were properly sanitary and didn’t result in her hyperventilating in utter panic. The last hug she’d gotten was from her uncle Skocha but that was years ago and come to think of it, it didn’t really end well either…maybe she didn’t like hugs as much as she thought she did. Now that she considered it, the whole hugging thing had never really gone well for her. Jahari was so engrossed in the two simultaneous trains of thought that she really didn’t register Cyar’s movement behind her until her brain shoved every thought aside as the imminent panic buttons began to flare and instead focused on puppies.
She liked puppies. They were adorable with their little cute faces and sincere eyes and she wanted to put them in tiny jackets in tiny wagons cause nothing was sadder than a cold puppy because what if it caught a cold and then it would be a sick sad puppy and that was just a heartbreaking…..
There was a pressure against her skin…along the tops of her shoulders…and it felt good and yet Jahari could feel the muscle there beginning to knot and her neck pulled in and her eyes were wide and she could feel the onset of her lungs beginning to seize up. Oh gods ohgods ohgodsohgodsohgodsCyarwastouchingherandshewantedtoenjoyitbecauseitwasCyarandCyarwaswonderfulbutherbrainwasseizingupandallsortsofmentalimagesofwhatCyarhadtouchedwiththosegloveswascomingtomindandhowlonghaditbeensinceshe’ddisinfectedthoseglovesandOHGODSSOMEONEWASTOUCHINGHER!!!!!!
Jahari made a high pitched squeaking noise and her breathing began to speed up considerably as she drew in on herself. She didn’t want Cyar to be insulted, she liked Cyar and she liked the touch sort of and it was nice and it felt good except that there was nothing between the gloves and her skin and she needed to wipe herself down now but that would be insulting and then Cyar would think she was saying that Cyar was dirty or something but she wasn’t, not any more than anyone else, and the massage had felt good up until she’d thought of it too much and why in the nine was Cyar rubbing her? She’d been RUBBING her and gods it had felt good but then it felt weird and now maybe Cyar felt weird too and what was she supposed to say now???
"Hey, wanna get a couple plates out? Food's almost done."
Jahari practically jumped at the sound of Cyar’s voice and she stared wide and wild eyed at the pilot’s back. “F-f-food…right…..food…I like food. We need food to eat and we need to eat it on plates and I’ll get plates,” she squeaked in a rush. She tried to slow her panicked breathing as she shuffled over to the cabinet and pulled down two plates for their meal. She was scrubbing them down with a sort of mad gleam to her eye before she’d even realized what she was doing and then she sheepishly slid the plates across to Cyar. “It….I…” Jahari sort of stumbled over her words. How was she supposed to explain that it wasn’t Cyar’s fault and that it was a nice thing Cyar had been trying to do, or at least she thought it was, but honestly she wasn’t really sure what Cyar had been doing since no one had ever ever tried to rub her shoulders before and she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to react to that. “Wasnice,thankyou,” she mumbled quickly before inching her way back over to her seat and sitting back down in her chair, her whole body so tense she looked set to spring up at any moment.