how dare [you]
“Of all-“ She gets him under his arm and pulls. “-The idiotic-“ Tugs him backwards, his boots scraping twin furrows in the dust. “-Asinine-“ Heaves him down onto a rock. “-Harebrained plans, Jim Kirk-“ Puts a finger in his face and those blue eyes blink up at her from beneath a crusted trickle of blood. “-That was the most ridiculous.”
“You could have gotten yourself killed,” she says and bats at his dirty uniform, sweat stained and stuck through with mud, a cloud of dirt billowing with each pat.
He catches her wrists in those big hands of his.
“Didn’t know you cared, Lieutenant.”
She yanks her arms back from him. Her hands still vibrate with shape of his body beneath her palms and she folds her fingers closed, tight.
“The shuttle’s waiting,” she says and turns, a toss of her hair over her shoulder.
There’s a palm print left in the grime of his shirt. A smudge of mud under her thumbnail. Of course I care, she doesn’t say.