#[ u ever just casually accidentally kiss your drift partner on the mouth and not realize it ]

[vuulpecula]

✖ @ensnchekov inquired: I am probably late but god a new years thing with them later on down the line in their Pac Rim verse?? (they deserve something good right)

send me 🫦 to have a New year’s kiss at midnight ( or if you can't see the icon, send 'new years kiss' instead | accepting through new years day !

By the time she arrived to the 'new years eve celebration', Fox wanted nothing more than to go back to her room and sleep until the next year. Yet, she had told Pavel she'd be there, going so far as to say she'd play wing-woman for him if he wanted. Teasing him for something they never quite spoke about, but it was clear by the way Pavel thought of him, the way he spoke of him, he held great admiration for Sulu.

After a few glasses of sparkling cider spiked with champagne ( thanks to whoever snuck that in ), Fox was set up on one of the couches in their common room. Looking at the slightly sad decorations hanging from the ceiling and listening to whatever strange playlists one of the American's had put on. It was a lot about party rocking and other nonsense, but they seemed happy. Overall, the party was rather lackluster. Everyone was tired from an alarm earlier that morning and it was fairly clear that once the clock struck midnight, they'd all be heading off to bed.

When Pavel sat down beside her, Fox wasn't sure. It was almost as if he had been there the entire night, even though she had seen him talking with others. Smiling. Alive. She rested her head on his shoulder, half-listening to his conversation with others, half-watching the other rangers. Mostly, she watched the clock, waiting patiently for it to reach 23:59. At the moment it was only at 23:09. The 50 minutes in-between somehow flew by and ticked on forever. When the countdown came, a wave of energy hitting the room, Fox raised her head and smiled. The clock struck 24:00 and there were kisses and hugs and shouting all around.

Looking to Pavel, Fox blinked slowly at him. Lids laden with sleep already. The champagne hadn't helped. There were quiet moments like this before. When it seemed as if all the world just disappeared. She attributed it to being in one another's heads, thinking as one, acting as one. Even out of the rig. Maybe it was the champagne or maybe it was the exhaustion, but she found her hands on his face, holding his jaw softly. One kiss was placed against his left cheek, dangerously close to the corner of his mouth. Gently, she applied pressure to his jaw to turn him slightly the other way. Noses brushing. A second kiss was placed on his right side. Partially on his cheek, partially over his lips.

"С Новым годом, Пашка." She whispered in their shared native tongue, releasing the hold she had on him, though her fingers lingered for just a moment at his neck, twisting curls between them.