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Topic Started: Jul 3 2011, 11:02 AM (151 Views)
Griff
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Extra, extra, read all about it: TUFFLES DIE DAILY
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Caught somewhere between three conflicting points of pain, confusion, and amazement, Griff watched as the beaten android pulled herself from the ground and made her way out of the gravitron. He was in pain because she had stabbed him and nearly cut an arm off, not to mention the fact that she lifted him up several times and deposited him on his head. He was confused because even after that, after having disappeared for a week and a half, she was back and inviting him to her bunk.

And he was amazed because, well, he honestly couldn’t say why he was amazed. Beautiful women wanting to have their way with him, it was the story of his life, so why was this any different? It was his cross to bear, what with the millions upon millions of zenni his company earned him. There was always some harpy trying to sink her claws into him, get him to knock her up so he’d have to pay her to take care of his offspring. That any human woman would want to birth a Shikirian child, however, was strange and something that always made him wince. They had horns, and even if they were proportioned to the baby’s body, they were still horns.

But there was no well in hell he was about to look a gift horse in the mouth. If she wanted him to swing by her room, he was damn well going to give her what she wanted and then some.

By the time he stumbled after her, she’d already disappeared out of the next hallway, leaving him half-skipping in her wake. And because he wasn’t familiar with the insides of her ship, he would have passed right by her door if not for the fact that she had left it open.

Stepping inside, he’d already worked the buckle of his belt off and was pulling the strip of leather from the loops of his dark blue combat fatigues -- for once he actually looked the part of a soldier. “I dunno about missing you, but it certainly looks like you missed me, huh?” Grinning like a madman, he had no idea Clare had meant drinks as drinks and not some kind of code for wanting to copulate.

Hey, it was a two day trip to Yardrat, and there were only so many times she could tackle him to the ground before he started to feel a little funny down there. Best to get that out of the way now.

Clare was new at this, she was very unfamiliar with the fact that she was welcoming Griff into her room with the pretense of something “more” happening. Because Clare was an android and because she was somewhat new to these human emotions she didn’t think anything of the situation up until Griff was unbuckling his belt.

“W-What are you doing?” Clare asked, her eyes widening as she stared at Griff awkwardly. Clare was frozen, her hands holding two freshly opened bottles of beer which she was about to hand over to Griff before the strip tease began. “I - I do not think you need to remove your clothes to drink. Is it part of your foreign customs to disrobe before drinking?”

“Not before drinking,” he admitted, still grinning like he knew something was going on and she was just trying to play coy. He’d seen women go that route before, the ones that were worthy of becoming supermodels needing to be told they were beautiful and worthy of his attention. Hell, from the look of things, Griff was only a few seconds away from wiggling his brow at her and making suggestive winks, or hip thrusts, or provocative noises, perhaps some combination of all the above. “But this isn’t really about drinks.”

And then he noticed said drinkware.

“Well, I guess we can drink first, yeah.” Standing there with the button and fly unclasped, his belt nearly halfway pulled out and hanging to the floor, and the hem of his pants resting against his thighs inside of his hips, Griff realized how absolutely ridiculous he looked standing there. “Wait a minute, are you saying you need a drink before we . . .?” His eyes narrowed, something she would come to realize sooner or later meant he was making snap judgements about what was going on around him. He wasn’t very good at reading people in the slightest.

“Oh, I see how it is. I’m good enough to take to bed, but only after you’ve knocked back a couple. Right. I’m sure the purple skin and horns turn you off, huh? Sorry I’m not an android -- that’s your type right?” Evidently, not very good failed to summarize his perceptive abilities: he was downright horrible at reading people. “Well, I’ll have you know that I’m not some piece of meat that you can just use to get your rocks off and then throw away. I have feelings, Clare.”

And contradictory to his little rant, he wasn’t exactly making the move to dress himself again, just standing there and waiting for her dumbfounded expression to be replaced with an explanation of what she wanted.

The confusion was still there and it didn’t look like it was going to vanish anytime soon. Clare was still unsure of what was going on, her motives as to what was going to go down in her bunk obviously unclear to her purple friend. “A drink before what?” Clare asked, her gaze having turned into that of a glare, her mind spinning as she tried to use her adorable android head to decipher Griff’s intentions. “I just thought you and I should celebrate. We are friends, no? Friends drink.”

She didn’t know it right then, but Clare was putting Griff in the “friend zone”. She had no desire for him nor did she think she ever could at this point. The act of sex wasn’t even something she found necessary and the fact that Griff thought it was going to happen was a little, well, unfortunate.

“Did you think...?” Clare asked, her voice trailing when it all became clear. In an instant, Clare’s expression changed to that of horror, her fingers almost letting one of the drinks slip from her grip. “Griff, I - I didn’t think that was what you wanted. I didn’t mean to lead you on and - and you’re not any part of a cow or pig meant to eat. Why would you say that?”

It was quite obvious what was going on, even a middle schooler and their hormone infested brain could sense it. They had just grappled, gotten sweaty, and rubbed their bodies up against one another in the weight of enhanced gravity. Her clothes were torn in a few places and she didn’t seem to be in any rush to cover what looked to be soft, pale skin, and his clothes were torn in a few places, and well, Griff wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.

“Oh,” as his only response, lips remaining in that ‘O’ form for longer than what was necessary. “Oh.

Had he really just acted outraged, standing with his pants around his ankles in her room, aboard her ship, acting like she was the one that had done something wrong. No way. A quick glance to down to his slightly hairy purple shins testified against that theory.

He cleared his throat and smiled again, this time a sheepish grin of embarrassment. A blue blush swept across his cheeks, tinting them quickly and making Griff feel like his face was on fire. “I thought -- and you were inviting me back, and-and . . . wow, yeah.” Something compelled him to clear his throat as he bent down to retrieve the waist of his pants, hiking them back up his legs and holding them at his navel with one hand. “Yeah, wow,” he repeated, trying to figure out why the hell his belt was tangled around his left leg and what he needed to do to extricate himself from its grip.

This was awkward.

“Heh, I didn’t mean to assume things. I would never,” the sentence tapered off, instead finishing his point by motioning at her with an opened hand, palm turned towards the ceiling. “You’re a classy robot, I dunno why I,” the hand drifted to indicate his former state of undress and the mistake he had made by assuming what it was she wanted him to do. Alone, in her room. On the two day journey.

Sighing, Griff was ready to decline the drinks altogether and excuse himself for his own room to allow Clare a bit of privacy -- and to smother himself with a pillow or drown himself in a sink -- when he picked up on something that had slipped from her mouth. “What a frigging minute, did you just say we were ’friends’? What the fuck is that supposed to mean, ‘friends’?”

She was saying he wasn’t good enough for her? Oh, he was plenty good enough for her. In fact, he was too good for her. More good than she could handle.

Nuns given their life over to worship the Kais offered to erect statues in his honor, that’s how damned good Griffon E. Sertelem was.

“Well!?”

Clare wasn’t even sure what was happening anymore. While she thought it was just a misunderstanding Griff was taking it to a whole other level. Clare thought she explained what she wanted and despite having done that Griff was still being unreasonable. For some odd reason he was yelling at her now and Griff had never yelled at her before, at least not with the tone he currently held within his voice. “Well, what?” Clare asked, her expression having almost paled as she didn’t exactly know what to say. “Is there something wrong with being friends? Do you not understand what being friends means?”

As she stood there, Clare couldn’t help but notice the shade of blue that had appeared on Griff’s cheeks. Clare knew that when humans “blushed” their skin turned a shade of red. Instantly, Clare realized that Griff was blushing and for some reason she was a little amused by it. At the same time Clare also realized that Griff was probably blushing for more than one reason, a reason that didn’t hit her just yet.

“Oh, I understand what ‘friends’ means, I understand it perfectly well, thank-you-very-much. Friends is the kiss of death!” It never dawned on him that maybe she wasn’t privy to the same type of interpersonal communication skills he had developed with the fairer sex. Just Friends was not something you wrote home to your buddies and bragged about while you were on leave or at port and ready to head off to some Northern Alliance war zone. Just Friends was something they ridiculed you about.

Just Friends was Just Cause for committing suicide in certain cultures.

Her being an android may have had something to do with their miss communication, but Griff was too busy being offended and caught in Friend Purgatory to make that conclusion.

“If you don’t want to be friends then I suggest you leave - go away.” Clare turned away almost instantly, her mind suddenly telling her it was best if Clare just avoided the subject all together. What Clare didn’t realize was that the farther this conversation went the more awkward it would become between the two.

What the hell just happened? One second he thought they were about to hop on the good foot and do the bad thing, and the next she was telling him to, in less words, throw himself out of the airlock. “Clare,” he whispered,” reaching out for one of her shoulders to turn her around. Being Griff, of course he used the hand that he’d been holding his pants up with.

Because in his mind he thought they were having an argument with the same background information and not that he was reading into something she was programmed to understand, Griff tried a different approach instead of shouting. If he shouted, she had already shown she was quite capable of forcing him out of that airlock if he opted not to go willingly.

“Listen, I know you’re scared after the attempt on your life, I do. And I understand that you probably feel vulnerable and alone with no one to turn to for comfort. But I’m here, Clare, and I would never do anything to hurt you.”

Once she had either complied and turned back to face him or he had to step around so that he was in front of her, Griff placed his index finger under her chin as if she was some pouting child and held it there until their gazes locked. As if that wasn’t awkward enough, he leaned forward and gently pressed his dark lips against her paler ones.

Clare was confused still and most of all she was trying to deal with the fury of emotions that decided it was time to rise and fill her thoughts. Clare was trying to decide whether or not she could do this, whether or not any of this was worth the trauma and the pain that came with having people that cared and vice versa. Clare was about to tell Griff to leave until she found him in front of her, her body having not complied to turning around to face him when his hand fell on her shoulder.

She did meet his gaze, although it didn’t seem like she wanted to look at him at all. Griff’s words went through one ear and out the other because Clare didn’t quite understand what Griff was trying to say. The word “vulnerable” was something that did hook, her mind almost remembering the word that she was, for some reason, more familiar with than she ever cared to admit.

Vulnerability. It was a trait that Clare held inside of her ever since she was alive. It had never actually left her and Clare was once again starting to remember things that should have stayed forgotten. As Griff lifted her chin up, as Griff brought his face closer, Clare could do nothing but stand there and allow it all to happen.

“You know that I love you, don’t you?”

The words echoed, they broke through and they hollowed out her mind. The kiss brought forth emotions that she didn’t understand and for the first time since she was made into an android Clare felt the familiar feeling of “fear” leaking through to the surface.

“No!” Clare shouted, her voice nearly a shriek as she pushed Griff away with all of her might. At the same time the android backed away, her body automatically needing distance between their bodies.

The backs of his bare knees caught the edge of her sleep pod, and when he fell, Griff was saved from hitting the cold metal floor by instead hitting the cold lid of what looked very much like a coffin with a viewing window. “W-what? I thought you--” If she hadn’t screamed no and then started backing away, the billionaire would have thought they were finally on the right track. Instead, he was left trying to push himself into a sitting position with a million thoughts racing through his mind; how this had happened?

Not even ten minutes ago they were sparring, kicking the ever living crap out of each other, and as soon as one of them felt they weren’t able to give it their all anymore, they were fine. There were smiles. There were offers of drinks and not-drinks.

Oh, I fucked this up, good job, asshole, way to go, Griff wryly thought to himself. “You’re not even going to give me a chance? Just like that, you’re not even going to see if you feel something before you kick me to the curb?” Or the space curb, in this case.

Had he been feeling more like his usual self, he probably would’ve made a quip about the fact that it could’ve been worse. She hadn’t broken her sword out yet, and she wasn’t cursing at him.

“I see the way you look at me, and I remember what you said on Frieza. You were worried about my safety. You didn’t want me to die. Now you’re pushing me away?” No longer bracing himself on his arms, Griff stood and was ready to take a step closer to her when he saw Clare retreat a few paces farther away, shrinking into the far bulkhead. “Tell me why.”

She couldn’t tell him why. Clare couldn’t tell him anything and that was the entire problem here. Clare couldn’t tell Griff the things he wanted to hear and because she couldn’t the two were left with nothing but their own feelings. Clare was confused and Griff was apparently looking for something that Clare couldn’t give him, something that she didn’t even know he wanted. When did things between them change so quickly?

“The way I look at you?” Clare questioned, trying her best to go back to their time together on Frieza. Clare had expressed her worry about dying and she had also stated her worry about Griff’s safety. “I was worried about you, so what? What does that have to do with anything? I may be an android but I think I am allowed to care about the safety of my comrades. I’m allowed to care about you without having it mean there is something more to it!”

Clare lowered herself, her knees pushing against her chest as she pressed her forehead between them. She didn’t know what else to add or how to fix their shattered relationship. Griff was keen on sticking with his words while Clare couldn’t bring herself to admit feelings that weren’t there. “Griff, I...I don’t know what to tell you. I can’t - I can’t find the words to make you feel better and for that I am sorry. I am sorry if I hurt you.”

“Save it,” were his first words after standing up, fixing himself and zipping his pants (finally). The tension, if not clearly evident in his tone of voice, made itself known by how violently he was clenching his teeth -- the muscles in his jaw were working overtime. “You’re making it sound like I want to walk down the aisle with your, or something. Do you realize that on Earth, I can have a new girl every night? All I wanted was to share your bed and you’re making it out . . . like, like-- just forget about it.”

With that, he was quick to exit her room, but not before sparing a glance over his shoulder as he crossed the threshold. Sitting on the floor with her face buried against her legs, she didn’t see the anger wash from his face, replaced with a level of sadness Griff didn’t know he was capable of feeling. Before she could say another word, he was halfway down the hall on the way to the bridge, intent on spending the rest of the journey alone.
Edited by Griff, Jul 3 2011, 11:02 AM.
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Clare stayed where she was for a while, her eyes having closed as if she had decided to rest where she was. After a while, when Clare realized she was now alone, there was nothing else she could do besides resting the rest of the trip there. Clare removed her clothes, her torn garments falling to the floor as she slipped into her sleeping pod. Clare rested her head against the odd rectangular pillow, her eyes staring at the oval shaped window that allowed Clare to see into space.

“You’re mine, Clare. You’re mine and one day you’ll see that.”

The voice she heard then was the same but the words were new. Clare couldn’t explain what she heard and instead of trying to make sense of it she fell asleep, the android allowing slumber to take away the events of today as well as her shrouded memories.
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