“Alright Princess, you’ve been giving me the Death Glare for the last five minutes straight – what is eating you this time?” Mac commented dryly even as the striped terror that was riding him redoubled her efforts to kill with her gaze. “Come on, spit it out. What is the problem now?”
“You!” Lars erupted, her hands beating against Mac’s chest as her internal rage bloomed into external violence. “You are the problem- you impossible – impossible – wolf!”
Mac couldn’t help but smile, before Lars would have unleashed with a string of curses that would have caused the most veteran sailor to turn their head, this, this was positively subdued by her regular standards.
“Oh really?” It was almost impossible for him to suppress a laugh at the absurdity of that comment. “And what did I do to offend you Princess?”
For a second he swore that she was going to punch him, or, more likely lunge in and try and get her teeth around her nose, ears, or throat depending on how homicidal she was feeling in that particular moment. He was betting on nose.
“You – You civilized me!” Lars spat out her entire body jerking and not only from the rough ride he was giving her, causing his thrusts to faulter. Of all the things to come out of her mouth that was not one of them. Then as his brain caught up with his body, Mac smiled. “Just look at what you have done to me! To my hair, to my coat! I even smell nice now! Like some kind of flower!”
“Admit it Pony.” He grinned as his hands found her hips, perfectly marked by those radiation warnings that decorated each of her flanks. It was an effort not to burst into a fit of laughter. “You, wanted to civilized, and, you wanted me to be the one to do the civilizing too.”
That was enough, pushing her over the line and had he not been expecting the strike he could have lost an ear. Hands shooting up to close around her mouth and clamp her snapping teeth shut a fraction of a second as her lunge began. This time he did laugh, he was laughing even as Lars’ fists began to rain down upon him, her nostrils flaring as a string of unintelligible curses flew from her peeled back lips.
“Easy Pony! Easy!” Mac managed between fits of laugher, even as Lars boxed his ears, face, and everything in between. “You say that like it is a bad thing.”
That stopped her assault, momentary, or at least long enough for her to grumble out a sentence that he couldn’t make out.
“What was that Pony?” He mused, cocking his head to the side, his ears still ringing. “I couldn’t quite hear you over the beating you were giving my ears.
With visible restraint, Lars stopped, folding her arms over her exposed chest and leering at him. Giving her a warning smile, he released the vice grip clamp on her muzzle.
“There, that wasn’t so hard now was it?” He knew he probably shouldn’t have said that the little jibe would likely send her off into another fit, and who knew how long that one would last. To his surprise though Lars held back though her lips twitched showing just how eager she was to continue that particular life and death struggle. “Okay, okay, so you’re a little less psychotic than before – most people around you would consider that a good thing.”
“Not me!” Lars screamed, and, for a moment Mac could hear something else in her voice. Was that, anguish? And was she trembling?
Just like a dam breaking tears began to fall from the zebra’s eyes, her face crumpling as she fell forwards onto his chest. The sudden emotional turn about stunning him for second, even as his arms closed around her. This was a new side that he had seldom ever seen.
“There’s nothing of the old me left!” Lars wailed as her fingers dug into his chest, her body shaking as she half screamed half cried into him. “Its – its gone! I’m gone! Who am I! There’s nothing left of me to be me!”
“Easy, easy, easy –“ Mac began, not even sure where to begin to unpack this sudden sobbing mess clutching to his chest. “There’s plenty of the old you left. Just, just think of this as a new wrapping – your still that psychotic, fiery, nihilistic, radioactive, raging alcoholic, -“
The blow came hard and fast, a sharp upper cut that took him under the chin and brought up the flaming violet blue eyes that he loved to see.
“Stop saying all the right things you – you – Nightmare.” Lars growled before sinking back down to his chest. “Ass hole.”