AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story was written for Sunday Scribblings. Coyote and Macy are characters in the Will and Diana series, which you can find out more about in the sidebar or by following the tags.
Coyote ran a hand along the curve of Macy's hip and she stiffened. "Come on. Why do you never let me hold you afterward?"
"Just pay me so I can leave."
The money was in the pocket of his pants, flung somewhere in the tent, but Coyote wasn't ready to search. "Why don't you believe me when I say I like you for you and not just for this?"
Macy rolled over and looked at him. "Maybe because I've heard it before?"
"I'm not like the others."
"No, but everyone knows you're the biggest prankster in the entire Unitas movement. You're unreliable. If you weren't so good at derailing enemy trains, you'd have been kicked out a long time ago."
Coyote watched her roll over again so her back was facing him. "What does that have to do with this? Just because I like a good joke now and then doesn't mean I'd play one on you. Have I ever made you look like a fool?"
Macy didn't answer.
"You know, sometimes you have trust a little."
Macy sat up and pulled the blanket to cover her nakedness, as if Coyote, and most of the boys in camp hadn't been to bed with her. "I did that once, and look what it got me. Or didn't anyone tell you?"
"I heard what Boeing did." Coyote sat up, too. "It was a crappy thing for him to do, leading you on like that. And the whole business with the knitting needle..." he shuddered. "I don't think it was right, but I understand why you did it. You were scared."
"I would never abandon you, or say it wasn't my kid."
"I can't have kids any more, anyway."
"That's okay, too. More fun for us, right?"
Macy looked away. "Fun. That's all you guys think about. Just pay me, okay?"
With a sigh, Coyote got out from under the blanket and rummaged among the clutter for his pants. He found the silver coins and placed them on the bedroll where she could see them. "Go on, then."
She took the coins and began putting her clothes on.
"I thought we were friends, you know. You were one of the first ones to really believe me about the voices, and you're the only one in this entire unit who doesn't think I'm crazy."
Macy worked a shrug into her movements as she pulled on a sweater.
"You took up for me when the others were being jerks. That means something to me."
She continued dressing in silence.
Coyote went to her side of the tent and put his hands on her shoulders. "Are you listening to me?"
Macy turned her face away. "Just let me get dressed. I'm supposed to help Paloma cook dinner."
"Fine." He watched her, but made no move to put his own clothes on. Just as she was about to go, he stopped her. "You may not have faith in me, but I have faith in you."
Coyote moved away so she could leave, but instead she sank back onto his bedroll, buried her face in the pillow and cried.