"No, I don't have a hot date, I just - " Ami stopped noticing that all three women were looking to her for an explanation and sighed. "I've just been trying to plan something ... a little romantic for Scott and I. In all the chaos we never really, well, dated. And it sounds completely daft when I explain it."
The look Faith was giving her made Ami resist the urge to take a step backwards. There was a new level of consideration in Faith's eyes, as though somehow she was reaccessing and reappraising Ami. "Whoa. Are you sayin' that you and Scott hooked up *here*?"
"Yes," Ami admitted, feeling marginally embarrassed as she once again recalled those first odd and unsettling days on the island. (Has it really only been ten days?)
"Damn. So, you two are the serious shit, then, huh? I mean, the way you two act and look at each other, I thought that maybe you'd been together *before* you got here. So, damn. That rocks. The last two people I knew who were that into each other - " Faith stopped suddenly and pushed hair over her shoulder. "Doesn't matter. So, in other words, hot date. You need something to wear 'cause the Liz Claiborne hiking look is not going to do the trick."
Faith changed subjects so quickly, Ami nearly got whiplash. The odd pang of loneliness mixed with guilt and regret that she felt from Faith before the woman changed the subject had her curious, but she didn't know Faith well enough to pry.
Ami eyed the snakeskin that Ripley was showing her, and glanced to Rose.
"Oh, don't look at me. I don't have anything to do with what you young girls do and plan these days," Rose said.
"Thanks," Ami murmured, and then surprised herself by reaching out to actually touch the snakeskin. It wasn't slimy, but rather felt a bit leathery, but softer and yet not, somehow. "A tube dress? Is there even enough material to make a complete dress? Won't it be a bit short?" (And tight,) Ami added mentally.
"Short, tight and skimpy, just the thing," Ripley nodded.
"And you probably won't be able to wear any underwear," Faith added, making Ami go scarlet. "But hey, it's only Scott who's gonna see you right? He'll be hard and hurting before you can take two steps anyway, so easy access is always good."
Ami forced her jaw shut, her eyes bulging as she stared at Faith. Her face was burning, but not from Faith's words; more from the images and thoughts and feelings that Faith's words conjured up. Doing her best to battle back her hormones and shield Scott from the rising brigade, she resisted the urge to simply run off and find him.
Rose choked and gasped at Faith's baudy description. "Faith! Are you always like this?"
Faith winked at Rose, "Nope. Right now, I'm being tactful."
If this was tactful, Ami did not want to see Faith when she wasn't being tactful.
"So, what do you say, Ami?" Ripley prompted, clearly amused and not the least bit bothered by Faith's version of tact.
(I can't believe I'm agreeing to this,) Ami thought right before she said, "Sure. Why not?"
[Ami] Resistance is Futile (tag Faith, Ripley, open)
"No, I don't have a hot date, I just - " Ami stopped noticing that all three women were looking to her for an explanation and sighed. "I've just been trying to plan something ... a little romantic for Scott and I. In all the chaos we never really, well, dated. And it sounds completely daft when I explain it."
The look Faith was giving her made Ami resist the urge to take a step backwards. There was a new level of consideration in Faith's eyes, as though somehow she was reaccessing and reappraising Ami. "Whoa. Are you sayin' that you and Scott hooked up *here*?"
"Yes," Ami admitted, feeling marginally embarrassed as she once again recalled those first odd and unsettling days on the island. (Has it really only been ten days?)
"Damn. So, you two are the serious shit, then, huh? I mean, the way you two act and look at each other, I thought that maybe you'd been together *before* you got here. So, damn. That rocks. The last two people I knew who were that into each other - " Faith stopped suddenly and pushed hair over her shoulder. "Doesn't matter. So, in other words, hot date. You need something to wear 'cause the Liz Claiborne hiking look is not going to do the trick."
Faith changed subjects so quickly, Ami nearly got whiplash. The odd pang of loneliness mixed with guilt and regret that she felt from Faith before the woman changed the subject had her curious, but she didn't know Faith well enough to pry.
Ami eyed the snakeskin that Ripley was showing her, and glanced to Rose.
"Oh, don't look at me. I don't have anything to do with what you young girls do and plan these days," Rose said.
"Thanks," Ami murmured, and then surprised herself by reaching out to actually touch the snakeskin. It wasn't slimy, but rather felt a bit leathery, but softer and yet not, somehow. "A tube dress? Is there even enough material to make a complete dress? Won't it be a bit short?" (And tight,) Ami added mentally.
"Short, tight and skimpy, just the thing," Ripley nodded.
"And you probably won't be able to wear any underwear," Faith added, making Ami go scarlet. "But hey, it's only Scott who's gonna see you right? He'll be hard and hurting before you can take two steps anyway, so easy access is always good."
Ami forced her jaw shut, her eyes bulging as she stared at Faith. Her face was burning, but not from Faith's words; more from the images and thoughts and feelings that Faith's words conjured up. Doing her best to battle back her hormones and shield Scott from the rising brigade, she resisted the urge to simply run off and find him.
Rose choked and gasped at Faith's baudy description. "Faith! Are you always like this?"
Faith winked at Rose, "Nope. Right now, I'm being tactful."
If this was tactful, Ami did not want to see Faith when she wasn't being tactful.
"So, what do you say, Ami?" Ripley prompted, clearly amused and not the least bit bothered by Faith's version of tact.
(I can't believe I'm agreeing to this,) Ami thought right before she said, "Sure. Why not?"