#THESE TWOOOO

[notlewishamilton]

lewis and jenson go camping, circa 2011

jb: mate its gonna be cold we’re gonna need to cuddle up

lh: what ⁉️

[caffeinatedmunchkin]

I'm fortunate you think so.

[gahhhb]

[fryday]

The story of Phil passing through the door some of the most talented people in the world pass through, it's gonna kill me. You don't even need the painfully sweet gentle music to reinforce how strong the Dan Gaze is in that video. The video footage itself screams love and adoration. Need a moment.

[parallel-univers]

[chakotayblendthree]

sometimes a gaze is gentler than a kiss, a touch of hands a thousand times more than a declaration of love. or something

[whatelsecanwedonow]

I was going to find Mr. Scott’s shuttle. If I could retrieve his device, it might allow us to take off without the Gorn seeing us.

STAR TREK: STRANGE NEW WORLDS S02E10 | Hegemony

[shadowphoenixrider]

Listen to Your Heart (3/3)

(Previous)

And there are voices that want to be heard So much to mention but you can't find the words The scent of magic, the beauty that's been When love was wilder than the wind

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Gambit had been a thief once before (and probably still was), yet I didn't really clock how skilled he was until this little excursion. He moved through the mansion like a wraith, barely making a sound as he strode confidently through the shadows, red eyes almost glowing in the darkness. I'd heard him referred to as 'Le Diable Blanc', and for a moment I understood - meeting him in a dark alley at night, his inhuman eyes flashing in the low light - no doubt I would think the Devil stalked the Earth too.

When we arrived at his room, he dipped to let me push open the door for him, just enough for us to squeeze in. My hand went for the light switch, and Gambit rumbled his thanks as he pushed the door closed with his foot.

This wasn't the first time Gambit had carried me to his room, but it was the first where we weren't all over each other, the first where he laid me down on the bed tenderly, as if I was a precious new glass ornament.

No - that implied I was too delicate to touch - as he mounted the bed, his hands were immediately on me; my waist, my cheek, pulling me close. Those beautiful dark eyes swallowed me, brimming with softness and adoration, as if he could no longer contain it, the emotions spilling over the sides.

Our second kiss was gentle. The easy give and take of our lips, unhurried. As Gambit shifted closer, his embrace closing around me, I pulled back, a feeling defining itself in stark relief.

"Don't take this the wrong way Remy," I said softly, watching his eyes closely. "But I don't wanna 'do' anything tonight. I just want to be with you. Is that okay?"

His smile twinkled fondly in his eyes.

"Of course, mon ombre." He murmured softly, brushing his thumb across my cheek, and resting his forehead against mine.

"I still..." I glanced away, shy. "I still want to see you. Be with you. Just not...all the way." I frowned. "Sorry, I'm not making sense."

Gambit tilted his head thoughtfully.

"Think I understand, ma chère," he said gently. "You want to be skin to skin, but nothin' further?" I nodded, my heart skipping as he smiled. "Bonne." He reached out to take hold of my hoodie's zipper. "What say we go down to our last pieces an' no more?"

"Sounds good." I nodded again, feeling my face heat as he pulled it down. "Thank you."

"No need to thank me, belle." Gambit replied, sincerity frank on his face. "Things between us be more than jus' foolin' around." A small smile tugged at his lips, his brow lifting slightly. "Think we knew dat all along, didn' we?"

"Yeah." An answering smile on my own. "I was just...frightened of what might happen. How it could all go wrong if I messed it up." I pulled my feet up, tugging the laces on my boots undone and toeing them and my socks off. "I had to cut Tom off completely to get over him, which was paradoxically easy as we didn't share any friend overlap. If I had to do it with you..." I swallowed, watching him shed his own shoes instead of looking at his face. "Well. Being apart from you and the others was hard enough. I can't imagine..."

"Gambit knows dat well enough, mon amie." He replied kindly, shrugging his coat off. "Break-ups be messy even at de best of times." He smiled sadly, his gaze far-away. It didn't lift as his eyes returned to me. "Gambit were scared of it too. Drawin' ya into somethin' you didn' want. He knows what it be like after somethin' like that. De hole it tears in ya. Takes ages 'fore you even wanna look at someone dat way again."

I watched his face curiously - it was he whose gaze was avoiding me now. Whilst I would never pry into his past, I could read between the lines - it was unsurprising that Gambit had relationships in his past, but I was intrigued by what he was alluding to. A long romance, akin to my own? Maybe we were more alike than I thought.

"Yeah." I pulled my shirt up over my head, exposing my bare chest to the cooler air. "Not that I was against hooking up with someone if and when I found them, but I kinda...I wanted to enjoy being single, you know? Especially when being with Tom took up so much of my life." I watched him pull off his own shirt, muscles rippling with the motion. "Did you feel the same?"

"Oui." He nodded, his eyes lingering on me. "I fooled around a bit even when I were younger, but after dat...Dat's when I really got a reputation for..." Gambit frowned slightly. "For bein'...agh. Dere's a word for it. Name of someone who sleep aroun', famous guy." He muttered something in Cajun.

"Casanova?" I ventured.

"Dat's it!" He snapped his fingers, grinning. "I got a rep for bein' him, back den." The Cajun softened, our eyes meeting. "Not any more, though. There be no-one but you, chère."

I smiled shyly, hands going for my belt and trousers. Something squirmed in me, a disbelief that despite it all, that he would choose me.

"I'm glad." I said, trying to banish it. I'm not sure what betrayed me, but Gambit frowned, scooting closer and cupping my cheeks to make me look into his eyes.

"I don't want anyone but you," he said firmly.

The question bubbled up within me with the ferocity of an agitated soda bottle; I couldn't help it:

"Why?"

Gambit blinked, momentarily taken aback.

"Why?" He repeated. I felt like shrivelling up into a ball, but his grip on my face stopped me from drawing away.

"Y-yeah." I mumbled, shame crawling over my skin. "I'm, I'm just a scruffy little nerd who can barely hold her own with a sword. I'll never be as agile or as strong as you, and definitely not as good looking." I looked down, unable to bear his piercing gaze, feeling the tears begin to gather again. "You could have anyone you wanted...why me?"

"Some things be deeper than skin, chère." Gambit said softly. "Surely you of all people know dat. I don' care how beautiful de others be, dey ain't you." His thumb brushed across my cheek, catching a tear that had escaped. "No-one makes me feel like ya do." He paused for a moment. "I been wonderin' the same things too, ya know." I glanced up at him, surprised. "Why a bright, honest woman such as yourself would see anythin' in a swamp rat like me."

I blinked, shocked to see my insecurities reflected back at me. In Gambit. Something kindled in the base of my heart, a courage that ignited only when everyone else was scared or upset.

"You're not a swamp rat. Not to me." Gently gripping his wrists, I tugged his hands down to clasp them between my own, straightening my back. "You're incredible. And no matter what you think of yourself, what you did in your past, you're a good man, Remy. A man who didn't care wouldn't be trying to do better; wouldn't be part of the X-Men."

I scooted closer, leaning forward to cup his cheeks. "And you're talking to a woman who almost killed someone. Your hands might be dirtier than mine, but we both have debts to pay." A pause, scooping memories to the forefront of my mind. "A very good, wise friend once told me that we don't get do-overs, and all we can do is be better than we were before." His eyes widened slightly in recognition.

"I love you, Remy. Because of who you are, who you are trying to be. You might be a thief with blood on your hands, but you're also the man who's saved my life several times over, makes me laugh, who I can spend hours with just being." A heartbeat. "Not to mention you're one of the most handsome men I've known in while."

That made him smile, a blush darkening on his cheeks.

"You are more kind than I deserve, mon ombre," he said softly, looping his arms around my waist.

"It's not about what you deserve, Remy. I'm as kind as I need to be - no more, no less." I felt something shift, my neurons coupling together as a revelation occurred to me. "This, us, even me being at the mansion...It's not about 'deserving', not really. It's figuring out what we want and need, and the balance between the two - about picking the best path we can to making our lives worthwhile."

"I don't know if I'll ever feel like I deserve you, or deserve being part of the X-Men; heck, I still wonder if I deserve being Ebak's adoptive sister at times. But I know what I want, and what I want is to be here, doing this with my life." I leaned forward, pressing my forehead against his. "And I want you, Remy. I don't want anyone but you."

He pulled me into a kiss, cupping the back of my head. We held each other tightly, as if the world might rip us apart at any moment, our kiss just on the edge of desperation. Remy broke it first for air, though he stayed so close his lips brushed mine with his next words:

"I be yours as long as ya want me, Shadow. An' long after that." Remy smiled, so honest it almost hurt. "I been yours ever since you laid dose healin' hands on me."

"And I yours since you saved me." I replied, smiling back. From the Friends of Humanity at our first meeting or from the cold in the storm, I left that up to him to decide - I wasn't exactly sure myself whether to measure from when the seed was planted or when it first started to sprout. Not that it really mattered any more anyway.

I tugged gently at the hem of his trousers. "May I see you?" I asked. Remy grinned.

"As if ya need to ask, chère," he said playfully, shuffling back to strip them off. I did the same with my own, leaving Remy in black boxer shorts and myself in black panties patterned with white stars.

I felt myself blush to look at him, and even he looked a little bashful when I met his gaze. Heaven knows why; we'd seen each other naked enough times by now, touched almost all our most intimate places, yet this...It seemed paradoxical that I felt more exposed and vulnerable now than I had on our first night together.

Remy, ever the bold one, moved first, tentatively reaching out to me. I scooted over, and we slotted our legs together, Remy winding an arm around my back to hold me close. I sighed as our skin met, my cells all but singing at the smooth riot of sensation. I felt him smile against me, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

This was the first time I could remember when I really had a chance to really look at Remy, tracing my fingertips across his torso. He was lean and well-muscled, a brick wall when he wanted to be, yet there was a softness too, like a firm pillow with just enough give to cradle your muscles. I was surprised at the lack of scars for a man with such checkered past - what mistakes he had made were not documented on his skin, but in his mind and memory.

I could relate to that.

"You're gorgeous." I murmured softly, looking up at him. Remy's smile made his red eyes sparkle with affection, my heart skipping a beat.

"Could say the same about you." He returned the compliment, his own finger skimming across my pale skin. He traced invisible lines between the prominent dark brown spots on my body. "Always thought dese made ya look like you got constellations on your skin, mon amie," he said softly.

I blushed.

"Yeah, they kinda look like that, don't they? Their technical term in my line of work is 'naevi', but I've always heard them called 'moles'." I explained.

"Or beauty marks." Remy gave me a lop-sided smirk, my blush deepening.

"I've only ever heard that term when they were on the face, though." I mused, giving him a Look when he pointed out the one on my left cheek. "That doesn't count."

"Hey now, why dey beauty marks when dey everywhere but on you?" He frowned at me. "'Specially when Gambit finds you beautiful."

He...kinda had me there. I must have pouted, as his frown quickly melted away into a mischievous grin, only widening when I prodded his stomach.

"You're such a twat." I said, folding my arms and trying to be grumpy - which was very difficult when an affectionate Cajun started nuzzling into the crook of my neck, his long hair tickling against me.

"Mais, mon cœur! Gambit jus' tellin' ya de truth!" His long arms wrapped around me, trapping me against him as his breath found the part of my neck that made me squirm. "Why ya not lettin' him love ya?"

"A-Ah, R-R-Remy!" I giggled, trying not to squeal as his fingers homed in on my sensitive spots. "N-No! People are try-ying to sleep!"

"Den let Remy compliment you, petite brigand!" He growled playfully, nipping at the skin under my ear. "Lemme tell ya how pretty ya be!"

We tumbled over, Remy all but flattening me to the bed with his large body, and he was content to rest almost all his weight on me to pin me there. One hundred and eighty pounds of Cajun is not something that's easy to argue against when you have noodle arms.

"Okay fine, you win!" I grumbled, lifting my head so I wasn't speaking into the mattress.

"You're beautiful, mon cœur." Remy rumbled softly in my ear, lifting himself off me enough so I could roll over to face him. His hair tie had come loose during the scuffle, and I reached up to pull it free, tucking the long tresses behind his broad shoulder. "Remy gon' look forward to de day you believe it as well." He leant down, pressing a kiss to my lips.

"Me too." I nodded. "I want to believe it. It's just...hard."

"Remy will help you," he said softly, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

"Thank you." I smiled, touched by his gentle, steadfast affection. I reached up to cup his cheek, my heart skipping as he leaned into my touch, eyes lidding.

"Always." Remy rumbled lowly, the sound vibrating through his chest against me. Warmth curled around my heart, spreading through my body to the top of my scalp and the tips of my toes.

I was home.

With that revelation, however, came a sudden, overwhelming wave of tiredness. I blew out a sigh, sagging into the bed as the events of the day caught up with me.

"Shit...I'm sorry Remy, but I'm exhausted. Today has been...a lot."

"Yeah, jus' a bit." Remy smiled, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "No problem, chère. Gambit be needin' a little shut-eye too." He scooped me up into his arms, pulling aside the duvet. "Gonna be alright like dis, or ya want Gambit's shirt? Don' want ya catchin' a chill."

"You run pretty hot, I think I'll be fine." I smiled back as he sat me down, laying his long body out along me. "If not, I'll just have to steal the duvet." I grinned mischievously as I pulled it over us, giggling as Remy pulled me up close to his body.

"An' dey call me de thief." He commented wryly, a wide, warm grin on his face, overflowing with affection. "Guess Gambit have to make sure ya nice an' cozy, den."

"Mmhmm!" I hummed, snuggling close. The Cajun curled himself around me, tucking me close as if we were made to fit together. He rested his large hand atop mine, and we interlaced our fingers together.

"Fais de beaux rêves, chère." Remy murmured, pressing a kiss to my cheek. "Sleep well."

"Sorry Remy, you might have to explain that one to me." I replied. He smiled against me.

"'Have beautiful dreams', chère." He elaborated, thumb stroking against my hand. "Dreams as beautiful as you."

"Now you're just flattering me." I giggled, glancing up at him.

"Go to sleep, Shadow." Gambit grinned, squeezing me closer to him.

"Alright! G'night, Remy. Sweet dreams."

As I closed my eyes, I felt his lips against my cheek.

"Dey will be now you're here, mon ombre." He whispered.

And, true to his word, so were mine.

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Listen to your heart When he's calling for you Listen to your heart There's nothing else you can do I don't know where you're going And I don't know why But listen to your heart Before you tell him goodbye -Listen to Your Heart, Roxette

(Previous)

[mrsoharaa]

oh but like, new bf! choso and you run into your ex bf! geto !!

Choso would be so quick to have you safely shielded behind him. Covering you with the same arm that retracted you back behind his firm stature, signaling you to stay right behind him while sharply sneering at your smiling ex standing before you two.

Geto thinks nothing of it, doesn't really see Choso that much of a threat to him anyways. His lidded, luring eyes are only focused on you and you alone. Eyes speaking deeply into your fluttered soul.

[wexhappyxfew]

Yay asks! Can I do 'riding the bike to the bakery in the morning' from the Spring list for Flo and Lemmons?

hey merc!!! thank you so much for stopping by the askbox and with such a fun prompt idea!! AND for flo and lemmons - these two i just love getting a chance to write with, and your enthusiam towards their friendship meant a whole lot, so finally getting to give them a feature - just thank you!! :) i hope you enjoy! <3

prompt: riding the bike to the bakery in the morning

featuring: Florence 'Flo' Godfrey and Ken Lemmons

"I'll get there faster than you can say hardstand!" Flo yelled over her shoulder as she sped down the road, the grass-laden fields dipping down into trees, filled with sprawling hills and livestock.

Growing up with an older brother who seemed to make it his life goal to make everything and anything when they were younger 'friendly competition', she'd gotten pretty good at beating Kenny Lemmons fair and square to the bakery on their bikes at 0630 in the morning.

It was usually better on mornings when the B-17s weren't taking off to the sky, but even that seemed lucky, whenever those days did happen to come.

"Keep making statements like that and one day it will happen," Ken called from somewhere behind her, before the sound of his bike disappeared a bit, "just not today!" Flo let out a chuckle as she came to a skidding stop in the middle of the road, the world silencing around her as she watched Lemmons come rolling up to her side, stopping rather abruptly beside her, exhaustedly leaning forward over the handle bars and glancing up to her with a soft sigh.

"I'm gonna have to have a word with Charlie Godfrey," he said, pushing up from the handle bars and taking in a breath, "you're too damn fast."

"Consider it a gift." she said with a grin, maneuvering her bike facing forward again, "Charlie wouldn't consider it one, but…..hey, he started it." All those years ago, she finished in her head. Lemmons chuckled at her words and looked out towards the sunrise - bathed in blues, purples, pinks and yellows. Yeah, she could say something like that was beautiful. Especially in a time like this. Sunrises were a sign you made it to the next day.

"Pretty ain't it?" he said; she glanced his way and nodded.

"Sometimes it's nicer when the planes aren't taking off," she said quietly, "knowing the boys won't be going up to the skies."

"Yeah," Lemmons said quietly like he didn't want to think about it, before glancing her way, "hey, you realize you could give Major Egan a run for his money on these things." Flo let out a chuckle and shook her head.

"He's a mad-man on wheels at the best of times," Flo said, "next time he happens to get his hands on a bike, I'll make sure to give him the offer. First one to cycle around base buys the other a drink."

"I'd bet on you, Flo," Lemmons said, adjusting his front tire from his handlebars, "though, he'd probably heckle me for not picking him."

"That's just his thing," Flo muttered over her shoulder with a laugh, "c'mon, that blueberry muffin is calling my name and squawking over a sunrise isn't going to get us there any faster!" Lemmons chuckled, as he pushed off from the ground, riding gently beside her as they continued down the quiet path that early morning towards the nearby town where the local bakery had muffins that were quite literally to die for - a cinnamon-sugar crunch on top, fluffy, thick and delicious. And usually, the owner would give them a drink for free, so she'd go for house coffee and Lemmons, ever as oh-so-sophisticatedly, drank tea. Flo usually got a kick out of it, seeing him sip tea like a middle-aged Englishman.

"Someone was looking for you earlier this morning," Lemmons said with a smirk, as he sent a glance her way, "he seemed really interested in your wearabouts. Wink was worried at first it was some weirdo, but then he started talking about this girl he had met the other day and he had sworn he'd seen her with us before-"

"Who?" Flo asked, glancing his way as she readjusted on the bike, suddenly feeling like she lost all capabilities of riding a bike. One person came to mind in her brain, enough to hijack her bike riding capabilities, quick enough for Lemmons to realize.

"Real swell guy," Lemmons said with a smile her way, "real kind, too. Usually makes sure we're taken care of as ground crew men." Flo sent him a look.

"Well that could be just about any pilot on base," she said, and then scoffed," even Helen! Or Tatty! Sweet as peaches those two are! Watching out for me when I need time away from the crew."

"Are you saying we're bad influences?" Lemmons scoffed with mock offense, "I'm wounded, Flo, really, that hurt." But she watched the smile on his face grew and she shook her head.

"You ass." she said with a chuckle, "Seriously who was it, just tell me."

"I think it's more fun to make you guess," Lemmons said with a laugh, "c'mon, we still have at least 15 minutes to the bakery, just take a guess, let me have it."

"Is this charades?" Flo murmured under her breath as she sent him a look. He let out a laugh.

"C'mon, Flo, just take a stab, I'll make sure to tell him later that you didn't remember him-"

"Kenny!" Flo admonished, reaching over the bikes to give him a light, slightly unstable slap on the shoulder, "Don't you tell him that!"

"Oh so you do know who it is." Lemmons said with a snicker, catching the look on her face in an instant, "Oh, c'mon, you know who it is. You got all defensive and protective. Let's see -"

"Is he a Captain?" Flo questioned softly, her voice gentle as they continued down the street in front of them. Lemmons smirked and let out a laugh.

"Oh he's a Captain," Lemmons said, "and a dog named Meatball is his first mate." Flo broke out into a laugh and glanced at him, and then looked forward again, still keeping a smile dancing at the corners of her lips.

"Captain DeMarco." Flo said and Lemmons chuckled at her words.

"Yeah," Lemmons said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "I suspect when they get back from the run today, he'll be looking for you, too." Flo smiled wide, maybe too wide for her own good and then glanced over at him.

"He's a real sweetheart," Flo said as they continued forward, "a gentleman really." Lemmons watched her and then stopped his bike, Flo glancing back once she realized he wasn't keeping up with her.

"Am I going too fast again?" she called to him as he slowly walked his bike forward a bit and stopped beside her, the look in his eye far more serious than it had been earlier.

"Fonda wrote me earlier, just got her letter," Lemmons said, "asked how the crew was, how you were doing, how the boys were….I wrote back, saying how everything was, giving her updates, telling her how I was feeling, all of that sorta stuff." She watched him.

"I don't know, Flo, but," Lemmons shrugged his shoulders, "you just always got this big smile on your face now. It suits you, really. And it started once you came in from the flying club a few nights back. Look, I'm not telling you what to do, but…..he cares about you. And when he goes up in those forts day after day, knowing he has the opportunity to see you any chance he can manage, I know he'll come looking for you." Flo stared at Lemmons, watching as he messed with a piece of fabric he tore off the pilots seat of Cleven's fort earlier - it'd been hanging about with no way of getting sewn back on anytime soon.

"War's war, but so is love," Lemmons said, "I write to my Fonda any chance I can get, even if it's at 2 in the morning after cleaning up a plane. He shows up even after he's watched men parachute out from burning forts and dying high above the ground. Even when I know he's hurting. When they all are." Flo watched him as the sun began to tickle their cheeks, her eyes fighting a bit of the emotions that lingered there.

"And I know you haven't had an easy go in the past," Lemmons said, "but someone like him is showing up for you - it's scary? Hell yeah it's scary! But ya know what else is scary? War. But hope and love are greater than that combined. And I don't want you missing that just because you think you don't deserve it…." Flo continued to watch him, his words and her thoughts living in her mind and consuming her.

"I see him and…." Flo started and could feel her thoughts beginning to calm, just the idea of him there settling them. She saw his eyes, heard his laugh, remembered the touch of his hand somewhere along her cheek, that look in his eyes when it was just the two of them somewhere under a sunset, looking at each other like it would never end. Knowing it could be the last time. Last time for anything and everything. Last time for him.

"You really think so?"

"I know so," Lemmons said, the quickness with his words enough confirmation, "Meatball doesn't just run over to us for shits and giggles now, does he?" Flo watched him and smiled softly and nodded.

"Thank you, Kenny," she said quietly - Lemmons patted her arm and then nodded forward.

"C'mon, those muffins got our name right on top and I'm gonna have to tell Fonda exactly how it tasted or she'll lose it on me if I don't tell her how it was," he said, before pushing off from the ground, a wild grin on his face, smile growing wide on his lips, and a wink in his eye, "you should see the way he looks at you, Godfrey! Like you lassoed the moon!"

a/n: fonda mention! she was kenny's wife, and they married before the war and it felt apt to give her a mention here! :) ALSO, charlie godfrey is in fact friends with marty armstrong, the brother of war correspondent esther armstrong featured in my bob fic And Then The Dawn Came! i LIVE for these connections for fun WOOO!

[emismythical]

"I moved to North Carolina in 1984 and Link was pretty instantly my best friend" Rhett Mclaughlin

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[variousqueerthings]

telling him to get down on his knees...

and then she started slapping his palms with that....

[lesbiangracehanson]

celebrating my hashtag WorkWife

[themosthatedbeingmoving]

Oh fuck, Lucifer was panicking. And choking, Bee noticed a moment later, which spurred her into action. With her lower set of arms she lifted Lucifer up by his thighs, while her upper arms wrapped around his abdomen and pushed. As she did this, she spoke up, trying to make herself sound as soothing as possible at the time-

"Okay, Lulu, calm down. Think about this: if Charlie has a kid, you'll have another cute little hellbaby running around! And you'll have someone to share your duckies with. Deep breaths. C'mon, you've done this before." Granted, the before hadn't gone so well, but Bee was trying to be encouraging, dammit. "We'll get through this together, okay?"

There was a hacking noise as the spoon that was lodged in his throat came back up and shot out of his mouth and landed inside a poor duck’s eye.

His breathing was still shallow but at least he was breathing and not choking . Oh hell there might be another Hellbaby.. but his hellbaby was still a baby in his eyes .. what if he screwed it up like he did with Charlie !!

“I’m a horrible grandpa and a daaaad !” He cried .

[agent-scotch]

What if they kissed? - Huck

Send "What if they kissed?" and I'll write a scene where our muses kiss, even if they aren't shipped together. it is it's own thing and doesn't have to lead to an official ship. a "what if scenario"

Panting echoed through the room as Sora carefully observed Huck's movements. Sweat dripped off his face, rolling down the veins of his neck, soaking his black undershirt. Sora's dark hair clung to her flushed face, beads traveling down her shoulders. Blood rushed through their veins.

Even after all these years, she still knew how to make the man sweat. And he still knew how to rile her up. They missed this. The glasses of alcohol only served as fuel to the fire.

He paced, watching each step Sora took mimicking his- like a tango. One flinch was all it took from the mechanic for Huck to throw his left fist forward. Leaning to the side, she dodged. Spinning towards him, her back met his back - fist in her palm, an elbow came around and slammed into Huck's side.

She was rewarded with a yelp from Huck, but he was quick to recover. His leg came sailing backwards as he sent her a round house. Missing the momentum to dodge, she raised her elbows over her chest and braced.

The kick landed firmly into her causing her to wince and wobble back. Seizing the opportunity as he planted his leg back down, she delivered a punch to his hip and kicked the back of his calf.

Huck was brute strength in comparison to Sora’s agile attacks. He was, after all, much larger built in comparison. But both were holding back their full abilities.

The expertly aimed punches (thanks to lessons from her brother) were enough to weaken and send him on a knee for a second. A second was all it took to wrap her arm around Huck’s neck, tightly bringing him against her sweaty chest in a choke hold.

"Stop putting......all your--,” she grunted between pants, continuing a firm squeeze around his neck,"-weight….int’……your swings!”

They thrashed as she dodged his attempts of jabbing her abdomen, Sora waited for him to pat her and declare her victory.

Huck, however, maneuvered a leg back into hers, nudging her off balance with success. A strong arm then reached back and grabbed the back of Sora’s tank top. A loud growl escaped Huck as he yanked her forward and over his shoulder. Her back made impact with the matted floor in a loud thud.

Huck quickly pinned her arms down and pressed her down onto the floor with his torso. Coming face to face - he had won.

Was it the alcohol in their blood, mixed with adrenaline? Perhaps it was the heat radiating off their sweaty bodies as he pressed her down. Or, how long it was since they were close enough to smell each other? It could be the panting, their breathe against each other’s lips.

Sora’s eyes looked up into his as they caught their breath before traveling to his lips. Without hesitation she closed the gap in-between, capturing his lips. Tugging her arm from his grasp, she weaved her fingers through his damp greying hair deepening the kiss.

@thespieswholovedme

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RANDOM INBOX LOVE! // @fuckedprophet + ALWAYS ACCEPTING.

L!!!! L L L!!!! wowowow i can't believe how much fun we're having and we've barely written together lkhfhs;gore. ( it's my fault i know ). but dallas and sawyer give me so much life and i've been having a blast chatting about how the prince of egypt soundtrack truly did not need to go that hard!!! hello?! i'm so stoked for where we can take our babies next!!