100% Pain

[Miss Blonde]

The woman blushed a bit and she honestly couldn't remember the last time someone other than her husband had called her beautiful. She spent so much time being Miss Blonde that it was almost as if Patricia was the alter ego and Blonde was the original, and it just felt good to be cared for by someone who knew you by your real name.

"Oh my god you're so corny and it's great." Patricia actually giggled for the first time in her thirties. Had it really been that long?

But Patricia didn't want to spoil the moment by saying she had to be home in a day or so, bringing up the kids usually killed most vibes and James probably knew that as a father. So the woman decided that it would be most prudent and beneficial of the situation if they didn't have to check into some expensive hotel when James had his own luxury apartment in front of them.

"I'd like that, and don't worry about the moving part, I got that covered." Patricia snapped her fingers and soon the complementary crime lord henchmen scrambled.

Mister Orange and a few other people came scrambling about from outside and began to help the two up. With the men in suits helping the two limp towards the ship they eventually made it to the ramp and stepped inside.

Now that she was on her feet she could at least make her way towards the bedroom.

"After you."

[member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

The spacer wasn't trying to flirt, which was beyond atypical for him. He was just too tired to put up his pinache and persona. He just wanted to pay a genuine compliment. Orange and the others helping him up did wonders for James. His hip wasn't hurting as bad as it had when he had come in. He wasn't about to find out if that was part of relief or because the rest of him was in pain as well.

He made is way through the lounge. The cleaner droid moved through grabbing the last bits of James' bottles, cigarettes, and sweeping up the ashes. The place was spotless, only because the droid kept hard at work fussing quietly after its master. It was made clear when James grabbed a bottle of vodka from the bar, knocking a shot glass down and the droid hurried to vacuum up the shards.

The moment James stepped into the bedroom, which was much larger and livable than a normal gunship's night quarters, soft stringed instruments began to play. He stripped off his jacket and hung it carefully. Patricia had made him that, and it was almost as good as some armors--if not better.

"Do ye wanna shower? I'll let ye take first dibs at the wash," he said jerking at the stone tiled refreshers to his left, "Make yeself comfortable--mi casa su casa."

He popped the top and took a gregarious chug from the bottle before slamming it down on the side table.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Quickly dismissing her guards once they stepped inside James' ship, the woman was starting to get her second wind and proceeded down the hallways until they reached the bedroom. Once there she looked around at the impressive display of a ship and it honestly beat out whatever luxury ship she had been given by the many ship makers of the galaxy. James then spoke up about asking if she wanted to shower, and of course she chuckled a bit at that.

"James Justice, are you trying to get me out of my clothes?" The small crime lord gave a wry smile and put a hand on her hip as she spoke.

Truth be told she needed a shower. The feeling of all that grime and pain needed to be washed off, not to mention they both smelled a little ripe after exerting all that energy and power.

"But yes, a shower sounds lovely." Patricia would then step into the refresher and left the door open.

The sound of the shower turning on blasted with heavy water pressure and soon steam began to float out into the room. But if it wasn't enough a few moments later a small slender hand slipped out of the open door with a lacey bra pinched between her index and thumb so James could clearly see, and once he did the hand let go and the bra dropped to the floor. James could take that any way he wanted to.

[member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

He quirked an impish grin at Patricia's question. "Can ye blame me?"

He respected Patricia, though, which was more than he could say for a lot of women he'd seen and delt with in the past so he gave her privacy.

As she slipped in the shower he guzzled more of his liquor and began to feel it ease away the pain and tension in his body. When she dropped her bra outside the door, James chuckled and pulled his smelly shirt off.

"Ye tryin to test me resolve or somethin'?" he teased picking it up and tossing both garments out for the droid to clean and refresh. That taken care of he stepped into his walk-in closet and began perusing clothes. He kept an assortment of clothes for unexpected female companions of various sizes. It was luxury wear, and the best that money could buy. Patricia was small, so he grabbed the smallest he had and reached in, setting it on the slate counter for her when she was ready.

And.... He might... Have just snuck a slight peek at the goods--or a long peek--before retreating back to the bedroom.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

What did Patricia have to do? Write a sign that said "Hey James Justice! Get in the shower! I don't want to be alone right now! My second husband is probably dead so I'm emotionally fragile and need comfort!" So Patricia let out a sigh and rolled her eyes a bit as she pretended not to notice James looking at her as he grabbed some luxury wear out of the closet. The &@$# was she supposed to do with that? She was going to sleep, not going to a cocktail party to commit espionage and later find herself dangling over a pit of lava sharks with laser beams on their heads.

Get in the god damn shower, James!!" Patricia yelled out from the steam of the room.

Honestly, James hadn't done this whole romance thing in a while it seemed. And while no they weren't about do the nasty, it was a moment for the both of them to be intimate with a person they were close to. Which was something they both needed, and Patricia was ready to take their relationship to the next level, James was pretty much the only person she trusted enough to do that.

"Also we're going to bed not a ball! Just give me one of your t-shirts!!" she once again shouted over to James.

Seriously. Dude was rusty as hell.


[member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

James looked at the clothes he set down. F%$k. He had to be more tired than he realized, instead of grabbing soft silk pajamas he must have accidentally grabbed a dress. He sighed and shook his head. That was what he got for trying to be more considerate.

He wasn't--he hadn't been romantic, intimate, or gentle in a long time. And frankly, part of him was terrified to. But he did need it. He had been alone too long, and it was killing him, destroying him piece by piece. There was little left of his humanity. You don't need to be alone, James the words of the spacer's dead wife rang in his ears. She didn't know how right she had been.

"Well forgive me for trying to treat ye right," the spacer bantered back as he stripped down.

His skin was a patchwork of scars, damage, and destruction. His entire left arm was a mass of clearly ravaged flesh that had never fully recovered from the epidermal damage, burns, slices, and bullet holes littered his torso. The spacer avoided looking in the mirror as he stepped into the hot shower and let the water run down him, rinsing the sweat away. He stood what would have been almost nose to nose had Patricia been a foot taller. He grabbed the bar of body wash, squirting a mass in his hand.

"Hold still," he murmured, offering to wash her off.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

The struggle continued to be real. Patricia was short, staggeringly short. On a good day in heels she was five two, without them she a hair bellow five feet tall. So you could imagine how difficult that made things when it came to being loving towards someone with a foot in height on her. In the bedroom her height was a gift, but anything involving standing, kissing, or just general eye contact involved her getting a strain in her neck, and now was no different.

With a smile and a nod the two cleaned up. There was a kiss here and there but for the most part it was just nice being near someone again, to feel warmth and not have to worry about all that pain. Hell, she didn't even say or care to notice James' many scars, some of which she was there for. They just didn't need to be a subject matter right now, all that was and would be were two relatively wounded people trying to find some a bit of peace in the others presence.

And after a few minutes the shower was over and a nude Patricia stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around her hair and body, then walked into the room only to change into one of James' clean t-shirts which were obviously way too large on her.

Once changed and set the woman laid down on the large bed and let her head hit the pillow. It felt marvelous and she never wanted to move again, but despite its cushion filled comfort there was a key element missing. Tilting her head up the woman raised her head up and looked towards the bathroom.

"I'm waiting." she said with a chuckle and another large smile.

[member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

James enjoyed the shower, a lot more than he thought he would. The water had eased his tension and Blond's hands quite frankly felt amazing on his sore muscles. He stepped out and dried off, being tender on his achy body. The cleaner droid came in fussing after them and hauled the dirty laundry away before beginning to scrub the entire room quietly.

James finished off his bottle of booze with a satisfied sigh before slipping into some boxers. He trot over to the bed and fell face first into the pillows and blankets with a sigh. This felt good. He rolled on his side and wrapped his arm around Patricia, pulling her close to his chest. The bed sheets and pillow felt cool and soft, she felt warm and supple. It was a fantastic combination.

His lips pressed against her forehead as he slowly began to drift off to sleep, more subconscious or habit than a willful decision.

"Goodnight," he murmured, his arms tightening around her just a fraction.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Giving the slightest of resistant screams as James pulled her over to him she giggled once more as they were moved close to one another. It just felt nice being next to someone again, and even though deep down she knew she'd never get over Jarven, it just didn't seem to matter. So pulling herself in close with her friend she let him kiss her on the forehead as he started to drift off to sleep. What was she twelve? Yes she may of been the height of some twelve year olds but that wasn't important dammit!! With her lack of a goodnight kiss the woman wiggled her way up until she could come face to face with the spacer crime lord.

Letting their lips lock she kissed the man passionately on the lips letting her tongue do the slightest bit of exploring, and when it was over she nestled back down into his chest and rested her head on him before letting out a rather large yawn.

"That's how you kiss goodnight." she said during her yawn.

And before she knew it the combination of James and the bed were enough to put her to sleep. With another heavy yawn she was out of the fight and out like a baby. Maybe the two of them were better off with each other. If you really thought about it, without Jarven, Patricia couldn't sleep and barely functioned. James was a walking case of PTSD, and between them they had buried enough people to fill a few graveyards. Maybe they were both serial killers who took credit cards, but at the end of it all when they were together it made them better. Most people didn't kill as many they had and slept like kittens. Who knew after all.

[member="James Justice"]