ON> Hallway in the NSS Acadia
With the briefing and awards ceremony out of the way, Suku could feel content and relaxed as she returned to the Med-Bay. Even if it was a hopeful thought, the Geshrin was sure she would have no more interruptions in what should've been a quiet day. Otherwise, she was going to rip the throat out of the next person she had to drag to the ward. As she went back, she decided to take a little detour to extend her walk, just to enjoy the freedoms of being away from all the other idiots on the ship.
By chance, Sam Oliver was also walking down the hall, going the other way from the medic; she looked distinctly uncomfortable, and was scratching through her uniform in several places - incidentally, they seemed to be the places where Suku had treated her burn wounds from the battle. When she caught sight of the green-haired woman, she looked away quickly, trying to avoid eye contact and pretend that she wasn't even there... despite the fact that she was the only other person there.
Despite Sam's attempts, the cross-dressing Marine had caught her eye, and also caught a look of disgust. She had remember Sam from the little scuffle they had three days ago, and also remembered her as one of the marines she almost choked earlier. Though, what got her was how he was just looking away from her and scratching himself incessantly.
"Hey, dipshit, you got a problem?" She asked, the concern miniscule in her voice.
"No," Sam squawked, though her hands still scrabbled relentlessly at the fabric of her uniform, rubbing at whatever was underneath with the fabric. "Jus' fine. Keep walkin'."
Keep walkin'? Who's this asshole think he is? thought Suku as her glare darkened. She stuck her hands on her hips and threw a judging glance at Sam's hands. "What's wrong with your stomach? Why ya' scratchin' it?"
"...nothin'. I just, I, uh. Nothin'." Sam took her hands away from her belly for a moment, giving Suku the weakest smile she had likely ever seen... for only a moment before her hands flew back to her stomach, scratching wildly.
"Oh my god..." Suku groaned, throwing her face into her palm, "There's something wrong with you, isn't there?" The Medical Officer didn't look to concerned for Sam's health at the moment as her arms shook, appearing as if she were resisting throwing them into the air.
"Nothin', I said!" Sam, taller and heavier than the medic, tried to push past with a look that bordered on fright. "I'm fine! Let me go!"
Sukus's hand shot up to Sam's collar, getting a hold of him before he could get away. "Oh no you don't!" she snarled, pulling Sam towards the Med-Bay, "You're probably sick, and next thing you know, I'm gunna have to treat the 'whole ship'. I don't want that happening and fucking up my entire shore leave." The Medical Officer yanked harder, "Come on, you're going with me."
"Noooo!" Sam wailed as she was dragged. She knew better than to actively resist Suku and risk being injected with velserine or kicked in the crotch again; she simply let the medic drag her along, gagging as the collar constricted her throat.
After a dragging scenario that caused a few Marines to tilt their heads down in solemn respect for their fallen comrade as they went by, the two of them found their way into an empty Med-Bay. The small drones that carried surgical trays floated around idly, waiting for a command. Suku, despite her size, had the strength to toss Sam up enough to where he could get on his feet. "Get on the table." Suku spat, clearly unhappy.
Sam had to clutch at the exam table to regain her feet, and spent a few minutes quivering in utter terror. "No, no, dammit, no! I'm fine, I said! I don't need any goddamn medical attention, go on your leave!"
"Take your fucking shirt off, Oliver, I don't want any of your shit." Suku responded venomously. As a Doctor, she could not allow this person to leave the ship in his condition. As a Matsobuki, she wasn't going to take any back-talk.
The marine scrambled up onto the table and sat with her legs dangling, eyeing Suku and making no move to take any of her clothes off. "I can't. It's, uh, glued to me."
Suku stomped over to Sam, her boots clomping against the floor with each step. By the look over her face, she wasn't too amused, "Oliver, I'm not going to say it again. Take. Your. Shirt. Off." The Medical Officer leaned foreward, getting into the man's face. "Now."
Sam leaned in in return, starting to get rather irritated with the medical officer's insistence. If I don't want to get treated, I shouldn't have to, dammit! Her face was mere centimeters away from Suku's. "Make me."
Those were the magic words, as suddenly, Sam would find Suku's boots on his thighs, the Medical Officer had hopped off the floor in quick reaction. Her gloved hands grasped Sam's pull-over tightly, and the shirt that was underneath. With firm pull, the Medical Officer lifted up, in wild motion, starting to take the Marine's over-garments with her. "Oliver, I just said I don't have time for your shit!" Suku growled again.
Sam let out a rattling scream as her uniform top was stripped off. Her abs were as chiseled as any marine's, perhaps more so, except for the part where there was swollen, puffy redness all over, exactly where Suku had applied the burn cream. As the medical officer continued to pull up, it was revealed that there was a strip of cloth wound around Sam's chest, wrapped over and over until it was tightly on.
Sam's pullover went flying across the Med-Bay, the garments thrown in rage by the angered Petty Officer. When she saw the redness, she cringed, "Jesus christ, Oliver, that's fucked up. No wonder you were scratching yourself, you dipshit, and--..." Suku noticed the bandages, she pointed, then pressed her finger on Sam's chest, "What the hell is that?"
"...n-none of your goddamn business!" Sam's face was flushed, and she tried to bat away Suku's hand, then push her away. The exposure to the air seemed to expedite the itchiness of the swelling on her stomach, and she was now wriggling around violently.
"Strip down, I'm getting you some allergy medicine. That ointment I used must've incited you something fierce." Suku cringed again, walking towards a cabinet and pulling out a small jar. She looked back at him, "Bandages too, I'm going to need to see what sort of 'pride wound' you're hiding there."
"Fuck you, it's nothin'!" Sam scoffed angrily, sitting up and wrapping her arms around her chest to hide the wrapped bandage. Her embarrassed flush was starting to spread down her neck.
"Fuck, Oliver, quit acting like a woman." Suku came back over, slapping the ointment down next to him. She put her hands on her hips again, her glare intensifying. "Why are you still wearing clothes? I told you to strip down, I need to cover all of that up with the jelly."
"I'm... not strippin' down in front of you! Fuck off!" Her arms tightened around her torso.
"What is your malfunction, Marine? Do you live to give me trouble?" Suku's hands went for Sam's belt, and she undid the buckle, in suprisingly quick fashion. Then, with one hand on his shoulder, tilted Sam to the side so she could slide the belt out with ease. After that she undid the buttons, and grabbed at the waist of his pants, starting to pull with what little she had undone. All the while, it would seem as if Sam was getting attacked by some green-haired monster that wanted to remove his pants.
Sam shrieked even louder, her normally slightly-deep voice cracking into a squeak. As Suku tore her pants off, it was revealed that she was, apparently, wearing a pair of rather lacy purple panties... that Suku would definitely have recognized. She continually tried to shove her attacker away and deflect her hands. "GAH!"
Suku, was dumbfounded as she held the pants in her hands, and partially because of the marine's girly squeal. Those purple panties did look familiar, and she had to make sure. With another violent heave, she spun the Marine around on his front and looked at the tag on the back. On it, in faded marker, was SUKU M.
"You fucking shit." Suku growled, "You sick fucking shit." She grabbed the edges of her panties and yanked them down, leaving Oliver quite exposed, "What the fuck are you doing with my--..." In a day full of surprises, Suku got surprised by something else.
"Holy shit... Where hell did your cock go?" said the Petty Officer, once again, dumbfounded. She looked inside the panties, as if checking to see if she hadn't ripped it off as an accident.
Inside the panties, bunched up in the crotch, were a pair of old, dingy socks. Sam whirled around and elbowed Suku in the face, shoving her backward, then covering herself up with both hands. "What the fuck?! Get away from me, you freak!" Her face looked like it was about to catch fire.
Suku dropped the the panties as she held her face for a moment, thought, it appeared she was just a little too shocked to quite grasp what was going on. In a moment where most would expect the monstrous Geshrin to maul, her eye only twitched.
Sam slid off the exam table and grabbed the panties, pulling them back up her legs to cover herself. She looked absolutely furious, as though she was about to beat the medic into a bloody pulp right there. Her large hands quivered in fists, though she looked a bit ridiculous standing there in bulging purple panties and a bandage wrapped around her chest.
Noticing how Sam was looking to likely get violent, Suku drew her Hypolathe out of it's holster. The tinier Geshrin looked up at Sam, the defiance in her glare showed that she wasn't afraid. "Oliver, explain yourself."
"Do you have fuckin' eyes? Just... let me go an' keep what fuckin' dignity I have left."
"Ah, no, I still need to slight that allergic reaction, before it turns worse." Suku said, her Hypolathe still up, and aimed, "Sit down, Oliver."
Sam sat perched on the edge of the exam table, glaring at Suku. "I hate you."
"For finding out you're a woman?" Suku stood her ground, almost as if testing if Sam would get back up or not. "Uh, knowing your real gender is my business. I'd just..." She shook her head, "... figured it'd be on file."
"I use kaserine when it's important." Her fists bunched up, the muscles in her arms shaking. "I don't want people to know."
The bestial Geshrin strolled over to the jar of jelly, sitting at Sam's side, and popped it open. All the while she kept her purple eyes engaged on Sam, even as she dove her fingers in the medicinal jelly.
"Yeah, but why?" Suku said, still with a tone that didn't seem to understand the situation.
"Why do you care? An' don't touch me with that shit...!" She scooted away on the table.
Suku's glare rose back up again, replacing the somewhat cautious stare she had before. The Medical Officer's hands started to shake in frustration. "God dammit, did you forget the whole reason why we're here!?" she huffed loudly, before going on, "Besides, I just found out one of my marines is gender-bending, I'd like to know why."
"I ain't your marine. Just put the shit on an' let me go."
Suku sighed as her hands started to rub in the jelly on Sam's stomach, which would've caused a small prickling sensation. The anti-histamine worked quickly along as Suku massaged it into the Marine's half-naked abs. As her hands worked, she decided to pursue the subject further. "You know, if it's the whole, respect, thing, I know how you feel." she said in dejected sympathy.
"...how'd you figure it out?" Sam grunted as Suku touched her, expecting pain, but relaxed and leaned back on the table, propping herself up with her hands as the itchy pain slowly faded in favor of a tingling. "An' promise you won't look if I take this fuckin' bind off? It cuts off my breathin' something fierce..."
"What, you're ashamed of yourself, too? Jesus, you're messed up." Suku said in disgust, "If you're that ashamed of your tits, why don't you just take a Kasserine pill and stay that way?" Her hands started to work down towars her hips and mid-section, her face hinting at the fact she still didn't like seeing her own panties on someone else.
"I didn't say I was ashamed! I just don't want you lookin' while you're rubbin' all over m-uuh." The burly marine wriggled as Suku's hands moved down, providing the odd sensation of the antihistamine being smeared lower over her belly. Apparently, she still hadn't cottoned on to the fact that the panties were actually Suku's.
"Well, deal with it, some of the reaction has moved up under the bandages." Suku grunted, not too sure if she should be enjoying this or not. Sam was pretty chiseled, but the fact that she was a she weirded her out intensely. The Medical Officer grabbed the edge of the panties, and pulled out the elastic, then let it snap back on the Marine. "And why are you wearing my panties?
"Your p - awwww, shit." Sam flushed deeper, then paled, resting her face in her palm for a moment. "I didn't know they were yours. Chief Ran sent out a message askin' if anybody wanted some, and I picked 'em up pretendin' to just be some damn perv... shit, he'll kill me if he finds out I told you!" Her short nails dragged lightly down her cheeks as she let out a loud, distressed groan. "This is just a huge clusterfuck, ain't it..."
"Well, I want them back." Suku growled, holding out her hand for the undergarments. "I just so happened to like that pair. And don't worry about Ran, I'll be sure to deal with him shortly..." The Medical Officer finished in a menacing tone.
"...can't I have a towel or somethin'?" Sam said plaintively, giving Suku her very best puppy eyes. "And they make me feel pretty..."
"I don't care if they make you feel like Dizzy fucking Dinkaid. I want them back. You'll get a towel as soon as I'm done." Suku said, twirling her fingers quicky as if to speed Sam up.
"God dammit, Matsuboki." Sam grabbed the panties, rubbing at the slight red mark where Suku had snapped her with the elastic, and tugged them down her legs, plucking the bunched-up pair of socks out before she handed the frilly purple garment back to the medic. She sat with her thighs clenched together, flushing furiously.
Suku grabbed the undergarments and pocketed them for a laundry pile later. The Medical Officer twirled her hands again. "Alright, Oliver, the bandages."
Keeping her thighs crushed together, and half bending over to doubly prevent Suku from seeing anything, she reached behind herself and untucked the end of the bandage from its safe place along the dip of her spine, unwinding it rapidly... and then covering her breasts with her hands. "Ugh. I'm naked and you're lookin'."
"God, you're like a fuckin' high-school girl." Suku groaned as she gently rubbed the jelly under her breasts, before slapping away one of her hands so she could get closer to it. "You know, I think you're a little too used to bein' a man, a girls gotta' be proud of her assets. Not that you've got much in the way of them, but still, we're fuckin' women here, at least, I am."
"Mine aren't that much smaller'n yours," Sam mumbled, her eyes downcast as she resigned herself to being groped. "An' I can't have big ones, I'm a sniper... goddamn, why you gotta be so mean to me?"
"I'm mean to everyone, and I'm not making you an exception just because you're some cross-dressin' girl." Suku said, ignoring the fact based on the comparison between the two women. She seemed finished applying the jelly to the Marine's skin, and looked her up a down, dabbing individual spots to make sure she didn't miss anything.
"Why're you such a bitch?" There didn't seem to be any actual animosity in Sam's voice - none extra, at least - despite the harsh words she used. "...an' I'm not 'some' cross-dressin' girl. I'm Sam."
"I've got my reasons, just like you got yours." Suku growled defensively, as she rubbed off the rest of the ointment off her hands on Sam's stomach. She secured the lid on the jar and sighed, hoping this was the last thing she would have to deal with today.
"Ugh... greasy shit." Sam grabbed her bundle of socks and used it to wipe up the excess ointment, grimacing. "...an' I'll explain to you if you explain to me."
Oh god, I don't wanna know that bad... Suku thought, sighing heavily as she put up the jar in the cabinent. "Nah, maybe another time, I think what I've learned today is enough as is."
"Ugh... wait, what the fuck underwear am I gonna wear?!" She held the sock bundle in one hand, looking horrified.
"Go commando!"
"What if someone grabs the nuts that ain't there?!"
"Jesus! The likelihood of your crotch being grabbed by another man is the same likelihood of one of them making a pass at you. Zero."
"Dude, I saw that Jan guy starin' at my ass."
"Fine!" Suku frustrating reached into her pocket and threw the purple panties at her. "I'm sorry I didn't take the fuck-heads into account."
"What, you're givin' these to me?" Sam caught the panties easily, eyeing Suku with distrust.
"They've had your sweaty ass in it, I don't want them." Suku remarked, unable to say a kind word. Ever.
"My ass ain't as sweaty as yours got when you check out that Sanroma guy." She smirked as she pulled the panties back on, stuffing the socks back down the front, then began the arduous process of winding the bandage back around her breasts - the pain of the compression made her grimace.
"Oh yeah? At least I know the guys are into me." Suku said in a matter-of-fact tone, a very biting swagger hidden within it. The apparent mention of Rico put her on edge, and seemed to set her off the relaxed vibe she had been starting to get.
Sam looked like she'd been smacked. She bent and picked up her discarded pants with a hateful glare towards Suku. "...goddamn. Guess I hit a fuckin' nerve. Bitch."
"Live and learn, just like all of the other dipshits on this ship." Suku said in a somewhat annoyed tone. She crossed her arms and leaned on one of the beds, keeping her head away from Sam's direction, not wanting to stare at a muscle-chick turning back into a man.
"Yeah, well, I was startin' to warm up to you. But then you turned back into a frigid bitch." Sam pulled her pants up and tightened the belt, then stalked across the room to grab the pullover and shirt Suku had thrown.
"Watch it, Private, or you're going to find out how much of a frigid bitch I can be." Suku mustered another angry growl, still keeping her eyes off Sam.
Sam stalked right back across once she had retrieved her tops, then chucked them onto the exam table, grabbing Suku by the shoulder and jabbing her in the chest with one finger. "Well, listen right the fuck here. I'm not gonna let you terrorize me anymore, an' you don't wanna terrorize me anymore either, 'cause you didn't stick me with that seizure shit yet. An'... I'm sorry I brought up that guy, alright?" She pulled back, crossing her arms.
"Tch..." Suku leaned back for a moment, away from Sam in a somewhat non-chalant manner. The Medical Officer didn't seem to care for the marine's statements as she looked off at one of the cabinents. It had seem she had lost interest until she spoke with a mustered tone.
"We'll keep this little incident between us, 'kay?"
"Got it. Thanks for not spillin' it to everyone."
"Whatever..."
With the briefing and awards ceremony out of the way, Suku could feel content and relaxed as she returned to the Med-Bay. Even if it was a hopeful thought, the Geshrin was sure she would have no more interruptions in what should've been a quiet day. Otherwise, she was going to rip the throat out of the next person she had to drag to the ward. As she went back, she decided to take a little detour to extend her walk, just to enjoy the freedoms of being away from all the other idiots on the ship.
By chance, Sam Oliver was also walking down the hall, going the other way from the medic; she looked distinctly uncomfortable, and was scratching through her uniform in several places - incidentally, they seemed to be the places where Suku had treated her burn wounds from the battle. When she caught sight of the green-haired woman, she looked away quickly, trying to avoid eye contact and pretend that she wasn't even there... despite the fact that she was the only other person there.
Despite Sam's attempts, the cross-dressing Marine had caught her eye, and also caught a look of disgust. She had remember Sam from the little scuffle they had three days ago, and also remembered her as one of the marines she almost choked earlier. Though, what got her was how he was just looking away from her and scratching himself incessantly.
"Hey, dipshit, you got a problem?" She asked, the concern miniscule in her voice.
"No," Sam squawked, though her hands still scrabbled relentlessly at the fabric of her uniform, rubbing at whatever was underneath with the fabric. "Jus' fine. Keep walkin'."
Keep walkin'? Who's this asshole think he is? thought Suku as her glare darkened. She stuck her hands on her hips and threw a judging glance at Sam's hands. "What's wrong with your stomach? Why ya' scratchin' it?"
"...nothin'. I just, I, uh. Nothin'." Sam took her hands away from her belly for a moment, giving Suku the weakest smile she had likely ever seen... for only a moment before her hands flew back to her stomach, scratching wildly.
"Oh my god..." Suku groaned, throwing her face into her palm, "There's something wrong with you, isn't there?" The Medical Officer didn't look to concerned for Sam's health at the moment as her arms shook, appearing as if she were resisting throwing them into the air.
"Nothin', I said!" Sam, taller and heavier than the medic, tried to push past with a look that bordered on fright. "I'm fine! Let me go!"
Sukus's hand shot up to Sam's collar, getting a hold of him before he could get away. "Oh no you don't!" she snarled, pulling Sam towards the Med-Bay, "You're probably sick, and next thing you know, I'm gunna have to treat the 'whole ship'. I don't want that happening and fucking up my entire shore leave." The Medical Officer yanked harder, "Come on, you're going with me."
"Noooo!" Sam wailed as she was dragged. She knew better than to actively resist Suku and risk being injected with velserine or kicked in the crotch again; she simply let the medic drag her along, gagging as the collar constricted her throat.
After a dragging scenario that caused a few Marines to tilt their heads down in solemn respect for their fallen comrade as they went by, the two of them found their way into an empty Med-Bay. The small drones that carried surgical trays floated around idly, waiting for a command. Suku, despite her size, had the strength to toss Sam up enough to where he could get on his feet. "Get on the table." Suku spat, clearly unhappy.
Sam had to clutch at the exam table to regain her feet, and spent a few minutes quivering in utter terror. "No, no, dammit, no! I'm fine, I said! I don't need any goddamn medical attention, go on your leave!"
"Take your fucking shirt off, Oliver, I don't want any of your shit." Suku responded venomously. As a Doctor, she could not allow this person to leave the ship in his condition. As a Matsobuki, she wasn't going to take any back-talk.
The marine scrambled up onto the table and sat with her legs dangling, eyeing Suku and making no move to take any of her clothes off. "I can't. It's, uh, glued to me."
Suku stomped over to Sam, her boots clomping against the floor with each step. By the look over her face, she wasn't too amused, "Oliver, I'm not going to say it again. Take. Your. Shirt. Off." The Medical Officer leaned foreward, getting into the man's face. "Now."
Sam leaned in in return, starting to get rather irritated with the medical officer's insistence. If I don't want to get treated, I shouldn't have to, dammit! Her face was mere centimeters away from Suku's. "Make me."
Those were the magic words, as suddenly, Sam would find Suku's boots on his thighs, the Medical Officer had hopped off the floor in quick reaction. Her gloved hands grasped Sam's pull-over tightly, and the shirt that was underneath. With firm pull, the Medical Officer lifted up, in wild motion, starting to take the Marine's over-garments with her. "Oliver, I just said I don't have time for your shit!" Suku growled again.
Sam let out a rattling scream as her uniform top was stripped off. Her abs were as chiseled as any marine's, perhaps more so, except for the part where there was swollen, puffy redness all over, exactly where Suku had applied the burn cream. As the medical officer continued to pull up, it was revealed that there was a strip of cloth wound around Sam's chest, wrapped over and over until it was tightly on.
Sam's pullover went flying across the Med-Bay, the garments thrown in rage by the angered Petty Officer. When she saw the redness, she cringed, "Jesus christ, Oliver, that's fucked up. No wonder you were scratching yourself, you dipshit, and--..." Suku noticed the bandages, she pointed, then pressed her finger on Sam's chest, "What the hell is that?"
"...n-none of your goddamn business!" Sam's face was flushed, and she tried to bat away Suku's hand, then push her away. The exposure to the air seemed to expedite the itchiness of the swelling on her stomach, and she was now wriggling around violently.
"Strip down, I'm getting you some allergy medicine. That ointment I used must've incited you something fierce." Suku cringed again, walking towards a cabinet and pulling out a small jar. She looked back at him, "Bandages too, I'm going to need to see what sort of 'pride wound' you're hiding there."
"Fuck you, it's nothin'!" Sam scoffed angrily, sitting up and wrapping her arms around her chest to hide the wrapped bandage. Her embarrassed flush was starting to spread down her neck.
"Fuck, Oliver, quit acting like a woman." Suku came back over, slapping the ointment down next to him. She put her hands on her hips again, her glare intensifying. "Why are you still wearing clothes? I told you to strip down, I need to cover all of that up with the jelly."
"I'm... not strippin' down in front of you! Fuck off!" Her arms tightened around her torso.
"What is your malfunction, Marine? Do you live to give me trouble?" Suku's hands went for Sam's belt, and she undid the buckle, in suprisingly quick fashion. Then, with one hand on his shoulder, tilted Sam to the side so she could slide the belt out with ease. After that she undid the buttons, and grabbed at the waist of his pants, starting to pull with what little she had undone. All the while, it would seem as if Sam was getting attacked by some green-haired monster that wanted to remove his pants.
Sam shrieked even louder, her normally slightly-deep voice cracking into a squeak. As Suku tore her pants off, it was revealed that she was, apparently, wearing a pair of rather lacy purple panties... that Suku would definitely have recognized. She continually tried to shove her attacker away and deflect her hands. "GAH!"
Suku, was dumbfounded as she held the pants in her hands, and partially because of the marine's girly squeal. Those purple panties did look familiar, and she had to make sure. With another violent heave, she spun the Marine around on his front and looked at the tag on the back. On it, in faded marker, was SUKU M.
"You fucking shit." Suku growled, "You sick fucking shit." She grabbed the edges of her panties and yanked them down, leaving Oliver quite exposed, "What the fuck are you doing with my--..." In a day full of surprises, Suku got surprised by something else.
"Holy shit... Where hell did your cock go?" said the Petty Officer, once again, dumbfounded. She looked inside the panties, as if checking to see if she hadn't ripped it off as an accident.
Inside the panties, bunched up in the crotch, were a pair of old, dingy socks. Sam whirled around and elbowed Suku in the face, shoving her backward, then covering herself up with both hands. "What the fuck?! Get away from me, you freak!" Her face looked like it was about to catch fire.
Suku dropped the the panties as she held her face for a moment, thought, it appeared she was just a little too shocked to quite grasp what was going on. In a moment where most would expect the monstrous Geshrin to maul, her eye only twitched.
Sam slid off the exam table and grabbed the panties, pulling them back up her legs to cover herself. She looked absolutely furious, as though she was about to beat the medic into a bloody pulp right there. Her large hands quivered in fists, though she looked a bit ridiculous standing there in bulging purple panties and a bandage wrapped around her chest.
Noticing how Sam was looking to likely get violent, Suku drew her Hypolathe out of it's holster. The tinier Geshrin looked up at Sam, the defiance in her glare showed that she wasn't afraid. "Oliver, explain yourself."
"Do you have fuckin' eyes? Just... let me go an' keep what fuckin' dignity I have left."
"Ah, no, I still need to slight that allergic reaction, before it turns worse." Suku said, her Hypolathe still up, and aimed, "Sit down, Oliver."
Sam sat perched on the edge of the exam table, glaring at Suku. "I hate you."
"For finding out you're a woman?" Suku stood her ground, almost as if testing if Sam would get back up or not. "Uh, knowing your real gender is my business. I'd just..." She shook her head, "... figured it'd be on file."
"I use kaserine when it's important." Her fists bunched up, the muscles in her arms shaking. "I don't want people to know."
The bestial Geshrin strolled over to the jar of jelly, sitting at Sam's side, and popped it open. All the while she kept her purple eyes engaged on Sam, even as she dove her fingers in the medicinal jelly.
"Yeah, but why?" Suku said, still with a tone that didn't seem to understand the situation.
"Why do you care? An' don't touch me with that shit...!" She scooted away on the table.
Suku's glare rose back up again, replacing the somewhat cautious stare she had before. The Medical Officer's hands started to shake in frustration. "God dammit, did you forget the whole reason why we're here!?" she huffed loudly, before going on, "Besides, I just found out one of my marines is gender-bending, I'd like to know why."
"I ain't your marine. Just put the shit on an' let me go."
Suku sighed as her hands started to rub in the jelly on Sam's stomach, which would've caused a small prickling sensation. The anti-histamine worked quickly along as Suku massaged it into the Marine's half-naked abs. As her hands worked, she decided to pursue the subject further. "You know, if it's the whole, respect, thing, I know how you feel." she said in dejected sympathy.
"...how'd you figure it out?" Sam grunted as Suku touched her, expecting pain, but relaxed and leaned back on the table, propping herself up with her hands as the itchy pain slowly faded in favor of a tingling. "An' promise you won't look if I take this fuckin' bind off? It cuts off my breathin' something fierce..."
"What, you're ashamed of yourself, too? Jesus, you're messed up." Suku said in disgust, "If you're that ashamed of your tits, why don't you just take a Kasserine pill and stay that way?" Her hands started to work down towars her hips and mid-section, her face hinting at the fact she still didn't like seeing her own panties on someone else.
"I didn't say I was ashamed! I just don't want you lookin' while you're rubbin' all over m-uuh." The burly marine wriggled as Suku's hands moved down, providing the odd sensation of the antihistamine being smeared lower over her belly. Apparently, she still hadn't cottoned on to the fact that the panties were actually Suku's.
"Well, deal with it, some of the reaction has moved up under the bandages." Suku grunted, not too sure if she should be enjoying this or not. Sam was pretty chiseled, but the fact that she was a she weirded her out intensely. The Medical Officer grabbed the edge of the panties, and pulled out the elastic, then let it snap back on the Marine. "And why are you wearing my panties?
"Your p - awwww, shit." Sam flushed deeper, then paled, resting her face in her palm for a moment. "I didn't know they were yours. Chief Ran sent out a message askin' if anybody wanted some, and I picked 'em up pretendin' to just be some damn perv... shit, he'll kill me if he finds out I told you!" Her short nails dragged lightly down her cheeks as she let out a loud, distressed groan. "This is just a huge clusterfuck, ain't it..."
"Well, I want them back." Suku growled, holding out her hand for the undergarments. "I just so happened to like that pair. And don't worry about Ran, I'll be sure to deal with him shortly..." The Medical Officer finished in a menacing tone.
"...can't I have a towel or somethin'?" Sam said plaintively, giving Suku her very best puppy eyes. "And they make me feel pretty..."
"I don't care if they make you feel like Dizzy fucking Dinkaid. I want them back. You'll get a towel as soon as I'm done." Suku said, twirling her fingers quicky as if to speed Sam up.
"God dammit, Matsuboki." Sam grabbed the panties, rubbing at the slight red mark where Suku had snapped her with the elastic, and tugged them down her legs, plucking the bunched-up pair of socks out before she handed the frilly purple garment back to the medic. She sat with her thighs clenched together, flushing furiously.
Suku grabbed the undergarments and pocketed them for a laundry pile later. The Medical Officer twirled her hands again. "Alright, Oliver, the bandages."
Keeping her thighs crushed together, and half bending over to doubly prevent Suku from seeing anything, she reached behind herself and untucked the end of the bandage from its safe place along the dip of her spine, unwinding it rapidly... and then covering her breasts with her hands. "Ugh. I'm naked and you're lookin'."
"God, you're like a fuckin' high-school girl." Suku groaned as she gently rubbed the jelly under her breasts, before slapping away one of her hands so she could get closer to it. "You know, I think you're a little too used to bein' a man, a girls gotta' be proud of her assets. Not that you've got much in the way of them, but still, we're fuckin' women here, at least, I am."
"Mine aren't that much smaller'n yours," Sam mumbled, her eyes downcast as she resigned herself to being groped. "An' I can't have big ones, I'm a sniper... goddamn, why you gotta be so mean to me?"
"I'm mean to everyone, and I'm not making you an exception just because you're some cross-dressin' girl." Suku said, ignoring the fact based on the comparison between the two women. She seemed finished applying the jelly to the Marine's skin, and looked her up a down, dabbing individual spots to make sure she didn't miss anything.
"Why're you such a bitch?" There didn't seem to be any actual animosity in Sam's voice - none extra, at least - despite the harsh words she used. "...an' I'm not 'some' cross-dressin' girl. I'm Sam."
"I've got my reasons, just like you got yours." Suku growled defensively, as she rubbed off the rest of the ointment off her hands on Sam's stomach. She secured the lid on the jar and sighed, hoping this was the last thing she would have to deal with today.
"Ugh... greasy shit." Sam grabbed her bundle of socks and used it to wipe up the excess ointment, grimacing. "...an' I'll explain to you if you explain to me."
Oh god, I don't wanna know that bad... Suku thought, sighing heavily as she put up the jar in the cabinent. "Nah, maybe another time, I think what I've learned today is enough as is."
"Ugh... wait, what the fuck underwear am I gonna wear?!" She held the sock bundle in one hand, looking horrified.
"Go commando!"
"What if someone grabs the nuts that ain't there?!"
"Jesus! The likelihood of your crotch being grabbed by another man is the same likelihood of one of them making a pass at you. Zero."
"Dude, I saw that Jan guy starin' at my ass."
"Fine!" Suku frustrating reached into her pocket and threw the purple panties at her. "I'm sorry I didn't take the fuck-heads into account."
"What, you're givin' these to me?" Sam caught the panties easily, eyeing Suku with distrust.
"They've had your sweaty ass in it, I don't want them." Suku remarked, unable to say a kind word. Ever.
"My ass ain't as sweaty as yours got when you check out that Sanroma guy." She smirked as she pulled the panties back on, stuffing the socks back down the front, then began the arduous process of winding the bandage back around her breasts - the pain of the compression made her grimace.
"Oh yeah? At least I know the guys are into me." Suku said in a matter-of-fact tone, a very biting swagger hidden within it. The apparent mention of Rico put her on edge, and seemed to set her off the relaxed vibe she had been starting to get.
Sam looked like she'd been smacked. She bent and picked up her discarded pants with a hateful glare towards Suku. "...goddamn. Guess I hit a fuckin' nerve. Bitch."
"Live and learn, just like all of the other dipshits on this ship." Suku said in a somewhat annoyed tone. She crossed her arms and leaned on one of the beds, keeping her head away from Sam's direction, not wanting to stare at a muscle-chick turning back into a man.
"Yeah, well, I was startin' to warm up to you. But then you turned back into a frigid bitch." Sam pulled her pants up and tightened the belt, then stalked across the room to grab the pullover and shirt Suku had thrown.
"Watch it, Private, or you're going to find out how much of a frigid bitch I can be." Suku mustered another angry growl, still keeping her eyes off Sam.
Sam stalked right back across once she had retrieved her tops, then chucked them onto the exam table, grabbing Suku by the shoulder and jabbing her in the chest with one finger. "Well, listen right the fuck here. I'm not gonna let you terrorize me anymore, an' you don't wanna terrorize me anymore either, 'cause you didn't stick me with that seizure shit yet. An'... I'm sorry I brought up that guy, alright?" She pulled back, crossing her arms.
"Tch..." Suku leaned back for a moment, away from Sam in a somewhat non-chalant manner. The Medical Officer didn't seem to care for the marine's statements as she looked off at one of the cabinents. It had seem she had lost interest until she spoke with a mustered tone.
"We'll keep this little incident between us, 'kay?"
"Got it. Thanks for not spillin' it to everyone."
"Whatever..."