"You're lying. Don't even pretend you're not lying."
"Carrots, it's just a scratch, it's no big deal. It's all disinfected, bandaged, and thoroughly non-hurty, I promise."
"It's just...it's a really big scratch. And it almost hit your eye."
"Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. We just survived a spaceship crashing; a few bruises and a scratch on the face is nothing."
It really was fortunate that they hadn't been hurt worse. The two Legionnaires had been attacked in space by a hostile alien ship and crashed on a wilderness planet with no functioning comm system, and only some basic supplies. Now that they'd collected themselves after the crash and gathered supplies from the wreckage, Nick sat on a fallen tree while Judy patched him up.
"Maybe I should put another layer of this plastiskin on --"
"It's just going to get caught in my fur and make it matted. I don't think some of these med supplies were made for the furrier among us. Besides, we need to take care of that cut on your arm."
"It's nothing, it's already clotted up."
"Nope, that's now how this works. Preseeeent arm."
Judy rolled her eyes and held out her arm. "You're ridiculous."
"I'm only about as ridiculous as our situation," said Nick, getting to work fixing up her arm.
"Our situation isn't ridiculous. It's bad, Nick. We didn't tell Legion World we were altering our flightpath and this world didn't look civilized from orbit. And we don't know if those space pirates we went after stuck around or flew off."
"Mmm, yeah, I guess those are all things that could maybe be interpreted as 'bad,'" he said, wrapping her arm in a bandage now that he'd disinfected it.
"Maybe? Just 'maybe'?"
"I'm trying to look on the positive side of things."
"Who are you and what have you done with Nick Wilde?"
"We've probably got a long haul ahead of us. I just think it's a better idea than starting this off all defeatist."
Judy gave him a flat stare. "Nick, we're in a place where you won't get omnicom reception and where there is no coffee."
"We're going to die," Nick said flatly.
That actually made Judy laugh despite their situation.
"At least we're both mostly able-bodied and have each other," she finally relented.
"And that 'mostly' will hopefully turn to 'completely' after this heals up. Which it'll do because I actually paid attention during all the first aid classes in basic training and during our Legionnaire lessons."
"I don't know" Judy teased. "That bandaging is a little sloppy."
"You want me to kiss it?" he asked with a raise of a slinky eyebrow. "That'll make sure it gets better."
Judy's face went hot under her fur and she shoved him. "You! Ugh."
The shove almost knocked him off the fallen tree but he just laughed. She hated that laugh. Mostly because she loved it at the same time, just like she loved every sexy raise of his eyebrows. She didn't actually want to shove him away, it was the exact opposite of what her real instinct was.
She wanted to pull him closer and run her hands through his fur.
But she knew that was forbidden. What would he think if she ever tried? What would society think once they were back home? Besides, he was only joking anyway. He'd never cross that line between predator and prey; he probably wasn't even interested in anyone outside his species. He probably even had some on-again off again fox girlfriend back home anyway.
"We really need to keep moving. We shouldn't go too far from the ship, since the distress beacon will bring help here, but I don't like how out in the open we are," Judy said, trying to focus on being practical. "We need to find shelter, and somewhere that's defensible if we get attacked."
"Lead the way," said Nick, gathering up the medkit.
"Why do I have to? I don't know what I'm doing out here either."
"You're the experienced cop, remember? I'm the rookie."
"We've been Legionnaires the same amount of time."
"And if I recall, it was your idea. I'm just following along now like I did then. Besides, you can use your, I don't know, farmers' natural instincts to lead us or something. "
"Farmer's natural instincts?" she scoffed.
"I'm a city boy. You're a country girl. You know, salt of the earth, one of those people who grew up among nature's many miracles and so on."
Judy rolled her eyes again, picking up their food rations and water filter supplies with ease with her superstrength. "Just try to keep up."
"Don't I always?" he said with a smirk.
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They have to face space pirates, wild animals, the elements, and conditions that make it so their clothes rip up so they have to make skimpy ones from nature to replace them. It's definitely slow burn but things start to really pick up in chapter 6. They have to take shelter from a storm and make a love nest in a cave and that's where things really get steamy.
Here's a link!
I put in a lot of research on the period terms and idioms and everything. And used someone I know who works at Legion World and has been around them a lot as a beta. I hope it comes across.
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"Does it hurt?"
"Nope."
"You're lying. Don't even pretend you're not lying."
"Carrots, it's just a scratch, it's no big deal. It's all disinfected, bandaged, and thoroughly non-hurty, I promise."
"It's just...it's a really big scratch. And it almost hit your eye."
"Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. We just survived a spaceship crashing; a few bruises and a scratch on the face is nothing."
It really was fortunate that they hadn't been hurt worse. The two Legionnaires had been attacked in space by a hostile alien ship and crashed on a wilderness planet with no functioning comm system, and only some basic supplies. Now that they'd collected themselves after the crash and gathered supplies from the wreckage, Nick sat on a fallen tree while Judy patched him up.
"Maybe I should put another layer of this plastiskin on --"
"It's just going to get caught in my fur and make it matted. I don't think some of these med supplies were made for the furrier among us. Besides, we need to take care of that cut on your arm."
"It's nothing, it's already clotted up."
"Nope, that's now how this works. Preseeeent arm."
Judy rolled her eyes and held out her arm. "You're ridiculous."
"I'm only about as ridiculous as our situation," said Nick, getting to work fixing up her arm.
"Our situation isn't ridiculous. It's bad, Nick. We didn't tell Legion World we were altering our flightpath and this world didn't look civilized from orbit. And we don't know if those space pirates we went after stuck around or flew off."
"Mmm, yeah, I guess those are all things that could maybe be interpreted as 'bad,'" he said, wrapping her arm in a bandage now that he'd disinfected it.
"Maybe? Just 'maybe'?"
"I'm trying to look on the positive side of things."
"Who are you and what have you done with Nick Wilde?"
"We've probably got a long haul ahead of us. I just think it's a better idea than starting this off all defeatist."
Judy gave him a flat stare. "Nick, we're in a place where you won't get omnicom reception and where there is no coffee."
"We're going to die," Nick said flatly.
That actually made Judy laugh despite their situation.
"At least we're both mostly able-bodied and have each other," she finally relented.
"And that 'mostly' will hopefully turn to 'completely' after this heals up. Which it'll do because I actually paid attention during all the first aid classes in basic training and during our Legionnaire lessons."
"I don't know" Judy teased. "That bandaging is a little sloppy."
"You want me to kiss it?" he asked with a raise of a slinky eyebrow. "That'll make sure it gets better."
Judy's face went hot under her fur and she shoved him. "You! Ugh."
The shove almost knocked him off the fallen tree but he just laughed. She hated that laugh. Mostly because she loved it at the same time, just like she loved every sexy raise of his eyebrows. She didn't actually want to shove him away, it was the exact opposite of what her real instinct was.
She wanted to pull him closer and run her hands through his fur.
But she knew that was forbidden. What would he think if she ever tried? What would society think once they were back home? Besides, he was only joking anyway. He'd never cross that line between predator and prey; he probably wasn't even interested in anyone outside his species. He probably even had some on-again off again fox girlfriend back home anyway.
"We really need to keep moving. We shouldn't go too far from the ship, since the distress beacon will bring help here, but I don't like how out in the open we are," Judy said, trying to focus on being practical. "We need to find shelter, and somewhere that's defensible if we get attacked."
"Lead the way," said Nick, gathering up the medkit.
"Why do I have to? I don't know what I'm doing out here either."
"You're the experienced cop, remember? I'm the rookie."
"We've been Legionnaires the same amount of time."
"And if I recall, it was your idea. I'm just following along now like I did then. Besides, you can use your, I don't know, farmers' natural instincts to lead us or something. "
"Farmer's natural instincts?" she scoffed.
"I'm a city boy. You're a country girl. You know, salt of the earth, one of those people who grew up among nature's many miracles and so on."
Judy rolled her eyes again, picking up their food rations and water filter supplies with ease with her superstrength. "Just try to keep up."
"Don't I always?" he said with a smirk.
--
They have to face space pirates, wild animals, the elements, and conditions that make it so their clothes rip up so they have to make skimpy ones from nature to replace them. It's definitely slow burn but things start to really pick up in chapter 6. They have to take shelter from a storm and make a love nest in a cave and that's where things really get steamy.
Here's a link!
I put in a lot of research on the period terms and idioms and everything. And used someone I know who works at Legion World and has been around them a lot as a beta. I hope it comes across.