[Ami] Settling in for the Night

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Who: Ami
Where: The bunker, bedroom
When: Early evening/night, Day 28, before Dreaming the dreams of others
Invited: Scott
Status: Incomplete

Eventually Ami ran out of reasons to avoid going to their bedroom. She felt silly about it – but she couldn't shake the lingering bits of embarrassment she felt about her earlier actions. True, she and Scott knew each other, but they didn't actually know each other, and what was easily handled earlier now made her feel a bit uncomfortable when she reflected on being alone with him.

Of course, the (good) sex wasn't the only reason she felt reluctance. Inevitably, being alone with Scott would mean talking. Specifically, it meant talking about the things in her journal. Ami didn't look forward to sharing the details of whatever Scott would want to know. Reading it was one thing; reflecting on it was easy and acceptable. However, speaking of it aloud would make all the craziness – sentient telepathic smoke monsters, savage telepathic cavemen, trapped on an island six months out of sync – all more real and true.

Given the option of talking about "the real world" and having sex with a man she didn't really know – but felt immensely drawn to nevertheless – Ami would chose the latter.

Ami put the final touches on her stall tactics with a shower, a good washing of her hair and brushing her teeth. Finally she returned to their bedroom, not knowing whether to be relieved or disappointed that Scott was nowhere in sight. His absence gave her the opportunity to sort through their "booty" again, though it provided no more answers on this round than it did the first several.

From the dresser she selected a simple satin night dress, not too modest and not too sexy or suggestive and armed with her journal she climbed into the middle of the (made for two) bed and began to re-read.

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[Scott] Passing time

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The electronic, crystal, and over-his-head bits of technology in the Geek Lab were the only things capable of keeping Scott's mind off of Ami. Unfortunately McKay's abrasiveness warred with Scott's fascination. If not for empathy he wouldn't have been able to remain in the same room with the arrogant Canuck for two hours. After only 15 minutes McKay had tried to throw Scott out. Rather than start a fight, Scott had empathically persuaded the man to believe he'd be careful and not break anything. The curmudgeon looked down his overeducated nose at Scott, but grudgingly let him stay.

Scott had nearly figured out how a crystal-tech circuit worked -- "That? Tinker toys," McKay had sniffed -- when exhaustion began to overtake his curiosity. Tired and fed up with McKay's attitude, Scott scowled at the scientist, said goodnight, and left.

Again Scott hesitated outside of their room. Although he very much wanted to see (and feel and taste) Ami again, he wasn't sure if she felt the same way. They'd kept their link constricted for the past few hours, and he didn't dare ask. A non-amnesiac part of his brain said that people don't normally hop into bed a few hours after meeting. But the situation was far from normal, and Ami felt right, and--

/Are we going to go through this each time you want to enter *our* room?/ Amusement and a hint of nervousness accompanied Ami's thought.

Scott grinned self-consciously as he reached for the doorknob. /Not anymore./ The sight of Ami lounging on *their* bed in a curve-hugging dark green nightgown made him freeze in mid-step. "Guh." After wrestling his libido under control Scott entered and closed the door behind him. /That's hormone-ese for 'You look fantastic,'/ he blushed.