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accidentally-in-fictional-love · 5 months ago

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bc omg imagining an awkward friends to lovers situation with him in ant man is SO adorable

Not So Typical Heist - Kurt Goreshter/Reader

Warnings: Gender-neutral reader, no use of Y/N, very clueless reader lmao

Wordcount: 6293

Summary: Folsom State Prison. Once you got out you never looked back, your life of crime over for good. You said that, but then why were you answering a burner email from your former Solitary neighbour when you'd never said two words to the guy? The job must be pretty good to tempt you back into a life of crime, or is it the man himself you want back in your life?

Notes: Back to back Kurt 🥰 WOO sorry this one took so long, it's been a busy week so I was only able to chip away at it a little each shift, but each time I did I was swooning so much. I truly love this man, I love writing him so much, and I hope that this version of awkward ends up being okay and that you enjoy it 😊

To say that your time in Folsom State Prison was a rather… undesirable time in your life would be an understatement. Once you got out you swore you'd go legit, too many smart remarks directed towards the guards eventually scaring you straight when they tossed your sorry ass into solitary to cool you off, and when you saw the sun again that was it, no more hotwiring cars you liked and pickpocketing for you no matter how easy the mark looked. The sun was warm and the sky was blue on the day you walked out of there, and when you hitched a ride a suitable distance away you wished the place and everyone in it good riddance.

So imagine your surprise when, years later and out of nowhere, you get an email from an address you don't recognize with a name you do.

Kurt had been next to you in solitary, the man ending up there almost as often as you with his tendency to slip into the guard room and hack the computer so that a security camera might just glitch at the exact moment someone needed to nab some extra food, or a keycard wouldn't be required to open a gate when he felt like taking a stroll. They'd marked him for it, the tattoo artist in your block staining his skin black as thanks for his hard work, and he wore each one with pride as he was escorted down into the small room next to yours again and again. You remembered him well because of all that, as well as the fact that his hair always perfectly styled despite the shortage of products in prison, but you had no idea what the hell he wanted with you considering you'd never once said a word to the guy.

His English hadn't been as good when he'd been brought in, a Russian speaker from another block his translator as he learned from everyone else, but even when he no longer needed the translator and could speak to everyone freely you still never found the words to say to him, those cold, dark eyes always staring you down whenever you passed in the hallway or ran into each other in the yard. You'd seen that he was friendly, his face usually stoic as he conversed but still was social all the same, and the odd hack job he'd do for those with a problem had made life a little easier for the new guys who weren't as ready to hole up there. You weren't a coward, smooth talking actually one of your strong suits and one of the reasons you'd been locked up in the first place, but the second you opened your mouth to talk to him nothing would come out as soon as he'd stare down at you.

Why in the absolute hell was he messaging you now?

The email was a burner, and the message inside was nonsense, but because you'd been in the same block you knew all the lingo to decipher that he wanted to meet you somewhere to discuss whatever the hell a cuffing might be, you must've missed that one back then. The location was a public park in San Francisco with a large fountain near the entrance, he'd be waiting with more info on Tuesday at noon when it was the least busy. You thought about it, wondering what use he'd have with you when you weren't exactly penpals here, but as you were about to pull up a map of the park on your phone it hit you that he didn't want to meet you for coffee and donuts as a fellow inmate, he wanted to bring you in on a job, that's probably what cuffing meant since he knew you were a pickpocket.

You scoffed, you were done with that life, you weren't about to have some guy you barely knew from years ago just come in and drag you right back again, but still you hesitated when you went to delete it. You pictured him in his orange jumpsuit, the sleeves pushed up and his hands brushing back his hair as passed by, his eyes on you like he was figuring out how to hack you, and you pulled up the map after all to see where this park was exactly, your place almost an hour outside of San Francisco.

You wore something discreet to the meeting, your fingers unfortunately twitching as you watched the odd person walk by, millions of ideas to what the job might end up being playing through your mind as you watched the remaining time tick down on the large clock nearby. When you saw him you were taken back a little, not used to seeing him in anything other than orange as he walked through the gate; he looked the same, a bit older but still exactly the same, and clearly you did too as he noticed you and walked right on over. You remained seated on the ledge of the fountain, your eyes avoiding him as he approached, and when he held out his hand to you you felt almost daring when you took it and shook.

‘So, what's the job?’ you asked as soon as he sat down a little closer than you expected, and he looked at you before glancing down to the polo under his leather jacket.

‘X-Con, specialize in security of all kind,’ he answered in a normally loud tone, and you glanced around before shifting closer so he could lower his voice.

‘Whattaya need me for? You got a bit for me you can't hack?’ You stared down the woman walking by, her coat upturned from the chill of the air as well as your gaze.

He hesitated, those dark eyes making you feel like you were back at Folsom again even as the cloudy sky kept you aware of the fact that you were far from solitary. ‘We're in need of secretary and script writer, someone to talk smooth and win over clients,’ he explained, and while it wasn't pickpocketing or hotwiring you could at least still do that; so they were posing as people who'd need access to this security place, probably so he could hack in and grab some blueprints in their files, gain intel in blind spots, you could do that, you could be a great distraction anyway when you already knew how fast he worked.

‘How much it pay?’

‘We're up to the 50 thousand, plus Dental.’

Damn, heisting had benefits now? ‘I'm in, when do we meet?’

‘I thought we were meeting right now.’

Double damn, this guy worked fast, he always was on top of things back at Folsom. ‘You got the address of the place, then?’ He nodded and stood, your coat collar tugged up high to block out the breeze, and when you started off towards the entrance a couple cops decided now would be a perfect time to take a walk. You moved closer to him, expecting him to give you space, but he just placed his hand on your lower back and casually led you towards the road, the cops looking you over but ultimately not doing anything, you were just two people on a walk, just like them.

It turned out that the place wasn't far from the park, your eyes constantly on the lookout for ways to escape as he brought you to a much smaller building and then even smaller office inside than you expected, this might just be a two-man job at this rate. You waited for him to give you the rundown of how long he needed, five scenarios of who you might be already forming in your mind when he just walked inside, no warning for you at all as you rolled with the punches and walked in right after him. There were two people already inside, the one concentrating so hard on his papers that he didn't even look up, the other just glancing your way before nodding a welcome; nice place, this would be probably the easiest mark of your life.

‘The weather it is much nicer than the morning,’ he told them, the distracted man finally looking up with a start.

‘Ohhhhhh shit- welcome! Yeah he told us you were coming, you in the market for some security? We just got in this new brand of camera, does night vision day vision facial tracking the battery on this thing lasts for like a month if you can't have it plugged in, we can give you a great deal if you need any?’ He said it all so fast you had no time to choose an identity, your mouth falling open as Kurt waved the offer away and steered you towards the display cases.

‘Don't listen, he is always in business mode,’ he said lowly, and you straightened your back and decided on someone just as lively to combat it, keep him talking so Kurt could do his part. You gave him a subtle nod and walked over, extending your hand and flashing him a polite smile.

‘I have been thinking about replacing my own security, I live in the middle of nowhere so there's always punks coming onto my property, what do you have in terms of, say, spotlights to scare them away?’

‘Oh for real, can you look that up for me?’ he asked to his associate before motioning for you to follow him over to the wall behind his desk. ‘We've got a few in our registry for now, but I know these guys tend to be popular right here.’ He gestured towards some pretty sizable spotlights as his associate, Dave, as his nametag read, walked up with a list of prices and specs, and out of the corner of your eye you saw Kurt sit down at another desk and start typing, time to work.

‘My place is surrounded by trees so I need something really bright, do you have anything with maybe a speaker, or a buzzer? I'd love to be able to set it off from my phone.’ You were talking out of your ass, trying to think of what they would use back at Folsom, but they still took you seriously as Kurt kept typing out of sight; he was working fast but usually he'd be done by now, maybe being out for so long had slowed him? You waited until they were done before pretending something else caught your eye, some big and fancy camera with a connection of one helluvan alarm system to go with it, their gazes directed away from him you hummed and asked about it.

They gave you the whole pitch, Kurt still working, and you started to fear that he'd get caught when suddenly the door opened again and another man walked in with two large bags of food. ‘Sorry for the wait, traffic was murder on the way back, nearly had to get out and direct it myself when some idiot ran a light,’ he explained, your skin crawling in fear when you recognized that voice; you'd seen him on TV, his face on books and his voice reading it aloud, he might just be the most recognizable man in all of San Francisco by now.

Scott goddamn Lang was placing the bags on one of the displays without a care, the logo the other two were wearing on his shirt as well as he handed out the food, his jacket tossed onto the glass and his eyes instantly going right past you to where Kurt was still at the computer.

That was it, you were so screwed, heist over, time to go back to jail, Ant-Man of all people just busted the both of you.

You were in the middle of holding out your wrists for the cuffs so maybe he'd kick your ass a little softer if you went easy, but instead of suiting up he just walked him over a container and placed it down next to him. ‘So, how'd it go?’ he asked nonchalantly, Kurt opening up the lid to confirm that his order was correct to your pure and absolute surprise.

‘Very well, we have new secretary now,’ he told him as he picked up his plastic fork in his right hand, his left gesturing to where you were standing with not your targets but his co-workers apparently.

‘Ohhhhh so that's why you're here! My bad, I'll get the paperwork ready, but you might have to learn all this stuff if you're gunna work here anyway, do you have some free time today? Wait, we just got lunch, we'll order you some and then start, that sounds good?’ Again you were stunned as Luis, who was also his co-worker and not your target, you couldn't even believe all this, pulled up a form on his computer and printed it out for you for read and sign, Scott coming over to pull up the restaurant's menu on his phone so you could decide on what you wanted while Dave just grabbed his food and sat down to eat.

Somehow, while you were trying to heist them, they ended up heisting you; guess you had to find a place in town and fast so there'd be no hour-long commute, because you sure as hell weren't about to admit to any of them that you did not wanna be their secretary after all of that.

They ended up helping you find a decent place not only in budget but nearby, and it wasn't until you started moving in that you learned it was only a floor higher than Luis’ apartment, which is where Kurt and Dave stayed as well. It almost felt like prison again being this close and running into him in the halls on your way to the lobby or the laundry room in the basement, and even though you'd been working together for almost a month already you still barely talked. When he wasn't preoccupied with his own work then you were answering the phone or writing scripts, which turned out to be for commercials and whatnot, and when you finally had a moment to breathe he'd be working on the webpage or setting up some code to make incompatible systems work together based on what the customer wanted.

It was a busier job than expected, and it felt weird that first month having all those cameras on you even though they were off and unplugged, but the more you clocked in the more used to it you became. Luis and Scott were easy to talk to, which really helped, even if Luis had a tendency to ramble until you lost the plot. Dave was easygoing and preferred to listen, his answers were always pretty short which made you have to do most of the talking, but he didn't seem to mind or care all that much.

But Kurt, even though years had passed, still never had anything to say to you directly. He would talk to the others just fine, but whenever you'd talk with him there'd end up being some kind of miscommunication that led to you doing an errand together like heading to the bank or post office, or you going with him to pick up lunch. You were spending time together, but talking was still an absolute mystery to you, which is why you were currently sitting with him alone at what you thought was a work get-together to celebrate two months on the job.

The way he'd worded it had sounded like the others had already agreed to it, so when you'd showed up to the restaurant you'd expected them to show as well, but instead you'd just found him there all dressed up and ready to escourt you to your table. You didn't pry, they'd come eventually, but when he started ordering you just figured they'd had to cancel and ordered as well. It was a nice night regardless, he was much easier to talk to outside of work distractions, so when he'd asked if you wanted to get together again next weekend you'd accepted without the promise of the others you'd realized after you got home.

He was quiet all week leading up to it, but this was a new type of quiet, his gaze softer as he glanced up at you and gave you a small smile. He'd been nicer as well, he'd always picked up donuts for everyone before work but now he also grabbed you a coffee, everyone else handling their own on the way there since they left at different times based on the availability of their shared bathroom for the most part. It was exactly how you liked it too, and you had to wonder if he'd asked Luis since he sat closest to you or if he was just that perceptive, but either way he got his information somehow and it was to your benefit.

After a week of coffees you wanted to do something nice to thank him, so you made sure to get up early and race for the bakery before he could. Your phone was out by the time you got to the counter, and the moment you were wished a good morning you swiped to the photo Luis took after you'd signed the papers. ‘If he walks in, tell him it's already been paid for, please,’ you told her, a crisp $50 bill slapped down on the counter, and she looked you over before recognition came to her eyes and she smiled wide.

‘Of course, would you like your change? He usually just gets the same thing,’ she grinned, but you shook your head and glanced back to see if he was walking up.

‘Nope, I don't wanna get the wrong order so offer him something to drink, or more danishes, maybe? Anything he looks at when he walks in, this is my thank you.’ She grinned again, her elbows on the counter as she already started to prepare the box for him as she always did.

‘You got it, should I say it was you?’

‘No thanks, I… I wanna surprise him myself, when he gets into work.’ You found yourself trailing off, like it'd just caught up to you that you wanted to be the one to see his smile when you told him, and you were so distracted by that that you almost missed her signal for you to hide. He was approaching the door, just barely seen through the glass, and you panicked just a moment before ducking into the bathroom nearby and shutting the door just as he opened his.

‘Good morning, dear Mocha,’ he said almost monotonously through the wood, but you could hear that he was happy.

‘Still Moina, will you be having your usual today?’ you heard her ask cheerfully, and it went silent as he thought before her voice cut in again. ‘We're actually having a sale on those, buy one for half price or get two and as well as a free coffee.’

‘Yes, very good, my friend would be liking this,’ he told her softly, and you felt your heart skip a beat as you pressed your ear to the door as he kept speaking, but you couldn't hear unless you opened it which you were not about to do. You didn't leave until you heard the bell ring along with Moina's overly loud goodbye, and you peeked out to see her grinning again at you from the counter.

‘Better hurry before he beats you to work,’ was all she said before pushing a bag with the largest treat she had towards you, a silent encouragement to gift him again thanks to your change, and you grabbed it before racing down the street without being seen.

You just managed to beat him thanks to cutting through an alley and circling back, the other three looking up as you burst in all red-faced and out of breath, and they just didn't say a word as they got back to turning on their computers and getting everything ready for the day. You sat down at your desk and caught your breath, the treat thankfully still preserved as you set it beside your temporary laptop until they got you your own computer next month, and by the time he walked in you were pretty much back to normal again. You gave him a wave as he opened the door, and you were about to give him the extra large cannoli topped with frosted sugar and chocolate drizzle as your big thank you when he gave you yours first, your eyes widening as he placed it in front of you along with your coffee.

‘Bakery was having sale this morning, thought you might enjoy,’ he said almost nervously, and you stuttered before giving him his, no second one telling you that he'd only had you in mind when he'd accepted the fake sale.

‘I… I saw, you like sweets so I wanted to thank you, for all the coffee I mean,’ you told him, the others silent as he set down the box for them to tear through before grabbing his chair and pulling it up to your table. He opened up the bag and held up his treat, waiting for you to do the same, and as the powder and chocolate got all over your fingers he tapped his against yours in a toast before taking a big bite the same time as you. It was totally delicious, they nailed everything about it from the flakiness of the dough to the sweetness of the cream, and you laughed when you both ended up with your faces a mess.

The others started conversing with each other over the danishes and the big sell you were in the middle of finalizing, Kurt sliding his chair a little closer as he wiped off his mouth and offered you a napkin. ‘I am excited for our drinking together, there is place just down the street we like to go to, very good atmosphere, you will like,’ he told you as you took a sip of your coffee, the flavour of it only enhancing the treat even more.

‘I bet I will, clearly you have good taste,’ you joked as you held up your drink, but you paused when he actually blushed a little, something you had never ever seen before in all the years you'd known him. He took another bite and choked a little thanks to an unfortunate inhale, and you offered your drink to him so he could clear his windpipe again. He just looked at it before accepting, and you swallowed as he did when you saw the way his lips curled over the rim of the cup so he wouldn't spill a drop.

‘Thank you, I might be having to switch from my usual,’ he grinned as he handed it back, and when you took it you let your fingers linger over his for just a moment before you quickly pulled it back and nearly spilled. He just smiled before taking another bite, and when you stood to toss out the pastry bag you noticed how the other three quickly pretended they weren’t watching you as they turned back to their screens.

You blazed through your work that day, all four of you piling into the van while Scott took off for his own apartment, and you started to zone out when Kurt sat beside you but didn't say anything after a whole day of stolen glances. You didn't know when it'd happened, but you were realizing that you were starting to get a crush on the guy when Luis hit a bump and your leg bumped into his. You both tensed as you looked down at the contact, but neither of you moved until he pulled into the parking lot out back and Kurt stood to open the door. He jumped out first, his hand outstretched for you to take, and you did just so as you also hopped out and headed to the back door.

‘I'll be ready in about a half an hour, unless you'd rather go later?’ you suggested nervously, Dave hurrying Luis up the stairs first before he could start whatever he was going to say.

‘Am ready now, just need to change shirt to something more comfortable.’ His hand hovered over his chest as he straightened said shirt, and your eyes refused to look away until you reached his floor and he had to split off from you so you could continue to your own.

‘I'll just change my shirt too, then,’ you quickly said as he opened the door, the dawning realization that once you met up again it would be on purpose, this was now a date, wait, was it always a date? You pondered it as you raced upstairs, your keys clanging loudly as you fumbled them from your jacket pocket and tried to unlock your door; you started going over everything as you threw open your closet and tried to find something that was nicer than casual but not too fancy for a bar meet-up, your head swimming with everything that'd happened since you got there. You came up blank, other than the cannoli from this morning you couldn't place any difference in him that would've led to him asking you out a week ago, so you decided to play it safe just in case your feelings were reciprocated.

You nodded at your reflection as you made sure you looked okay, the door locked again as you pulled your jacket back on and headed back down as calmly as you could manage. He left right as you reached his floor, Luis still talking about something as the door shut, and he couldn't help but look you over and make you doubt your memories again.

‘The walk is fast, we can order some food to be going along with the drinks if you're hungry,’ he said as you stepped back outside, the sun already setting thanks to the fall turning to winter, and you pulled your jacket a little tighter as he led the way to the bar. You were glad he knew so many places within walking distance because it gave you a good chance to try and see if he really was acting different towards you, but the only thing he really did the whole way there was keep pace with you despite his long legs making him naturally faster than you as well as getting the door when you finally arrived. It was cozy inside, just a normal bar with a casual atmosphere as something played on the TV by the counter, a few tables pushed against the wall so people could sit together and eat something while they drank. You did like it, and you let him know it as you picked out a table and checked out the small menus.

They didn't offer too much since it was mostly drinks, just the typical bar food like fries and wings and such, but you were indeed hungry amidst the nerves so when the server came over you made sure to grab an order of fries to go along with your favourite drink. To your surprise he ended up ordering a virgin mule, skipping the vodka entirely as he asked for some various sauces to go alone with your fries, and when the server had left you leaned in curiously. ‘I didn't know you didn't drink,’ you said before you realized how it sounded, and you floundered a little as you tried to clarify. ‘I mean, you asked me to a bar, I thought you might’ve-’

‘Quit during aftermath of The Snap, as they call it, when I was realizing the dependency.’ His voice was soft and serious, quiet and painfully honest, and you looked at the table as you played with the corner of the menu.

‘What… what was it like? Those five years, I mean, when everyone was…’ You didn't want to say it, to say it would be confirming your own death during that time, something you had fought so hard to avoid ever since you came back and found yourself without a home in the blink of an eye. ‘I never knew you were one of the ones who didn't…’

‘Get the dust?’ He said it so easily, and you found yourself subconsciously holding your arms like you were afraid you'd disappear again. ‘It was… lonely, not having the others around, I was managing to keep the business floating but I was finding myself being unprofessional at work, drinking at all of the hours to forget they were gone.’ He looked so sad, you couldn't imagine what it'd been like for everyone during those five years, and after spending so much time around the others you could understand how lonely the office would feel without them there.

‘I'm glad you were able to pull through, you're stronger than me, I think,’ you admitted, thinking about how you'd taken the news that you were gone for so long and how everything had changed so easily without you, and you didn't realize you'd said it out loud when you felt his hand over yours.

‘I was always wondering if you were still out there,’ he said softly, his fingers closing over your hand that you didn't realize was shaking, and again you had to know if he was saying it because he remembered you from Folsom or if he had feelings for you. You flipped your hand around so you could hold his, reciprocated feelings or not you didn't want to lose him in that moment, and when the server came back with your fries you made sure to ask for a nonalcoholic drink instead.

You spent hours at the bar, sipping your drinks and eventually getting some wings to go along with the fries when one hour turned to two and the hunger possessed you both, the room filled with not only yours but his laughter as well as you kept talking. You didn't know why it was so hard to talk to him before, he still kept those deadpan remarks but he had a genuine reply for everything you said, every question you asked, and when it was you who asked if he wanted to maybe do this again sometime his reply came so fast it almost winded you.

‘Yes, I would very much be liking to, there is event coming up that you may like, I will grab the information on the phone,’ he quickly said as he did indeed pull out his phone, but before he could show it to you you just placed your hand over his and got him to look at you.

‘Kurt… is this a date?’

He blinked, too stunned for words, and he looked around before giving you the most incredulous look you'd ever seen him make. ‘Were you not wanting it to be?’ he asked self-consciously, and you just as quickly shook your head as you scooted your chair closer to the table, your stomach pressed into the wood.

‘No! I mean, I wasn't sure, like I thought it wouldn't be just us at the dinner, so I thought this was-’ He looked away from you, he was taking it the wrong way, and you held his hand with both of yours to get him to look at you again. ‘Hey, if it is, I'm really happy you asked me out,’ you finally told him, and he muttered something in Russian before holding your hands up to his mouth to kiss them.

‘I've never known how to talk with you, you are such the mystery,’ he confessed with a smirk, your jaw dropping in surprise. ‘I ask you out months ago and you ask for job, I bring you to dinner and you expect others, I invite you along with me every chance I get but you no talk, I give you coffee with my number on the cup every time and you no call, I ask you out for drinks and you think as friends,’ he lists, and you feel your face heat up from the absolute embarrassment of missing signals so bad that you were now his co-worker instead of his partner. ‘Just like in Folsom, I try giving you signal and you just look away when I get close, how much more the obvious can I make it that I'm liking you?’

Your eyes widened as he kissed your hands again, every single moment you were together playing in your head again as you finally saw the signs, even all the way back when he was looking at you the way he was now the first time you saw each other in the halls at Folsom. He was so stoic you'd just assumed this was his face, his normal expression since he never spoke to you, but you knew now that he was just quiet, it was the company that brought out his voice as need be, and since you'd never said a word he hadn't either, and still he'd fallen for you just from that alone. He waited for your answer as he lowered your hands back to the table, and without a word you stood and leaned across the whole thing to press an experimental kiss to his lips when the words still wouldn't come out.

When you parted you saw that he'd closed his eyes, he was a romantic under all that stoicism, and you chuckled when he reached up to place a hand on the back of your neck to bring you in for another, then another, like he really had been waiting for this for years. You tasted the time on his tongue, the five years at Folsom, the two you were out just after him, the five he wondered if you were still alive out there, and the two months he waited to see if you would ever feel the same as he sat across from you, all of it conveyed in how much he thought of you until you had to part again for air.

‘I thought I was good at reading people, you were the only one I could never crack,’ you whispered against his mouth, and he chuckled as he let you sit back down again.

‘I'm glad you accepted my first date, the others they convince me to reaching out when I saw your photo in the paper,’ he told you as he finished off his drink and the last of the fries, and you were confused until he pulled up a picture on his phone and showed it to you; there you were, walking in the background of a photo about some new business opening, your face turned slightly towards the camera to see what the commotion was about. You remembered that day, you'd come into town to run some errands, and your heart pounded at the thought of him happening to see this and needing to find you so bad that he apparently hunted down your email to reach you. You couldn't fault him, he was an ex-con hacker after all, only him able to get away with such a thing and make you smile about it as he put his phone away again.

‘I wish we'd been able to talk at Folsom, this whole time I thought you didn't like me,’ you admitted with a laugh, but he didn't find it as funny as he admitted the same. ‘Well, the cat's outta the bag now, so what do we do?’

‘First,’ he started as he took your hand again so when he stood you had to follow, ‘I will do the asking out of you proper, so the next date can be confirmed.’ He took out his wallet and tossed a few bills onto the table, your coats grabbed as he then led you to the door. ‘Second, we will be needing to make space in your apartment, you are too far from me for my liking.’

‘Oh, so you're gunna move in, just like that?’ you teased as the cold wind nipped at your cheeks, his coat also around your shoulders to keep you warm.

‘Only until we're finding the house nearby, something like Scott's, so as to keep walking to work and my favourite places.’ His mind was completely made up and you could only laugh at his vision, he must've been imagining this for quite a while.

‘Sounds reasonable, any places for sale nearby?’ He unlocked the door to your building and held it open for you so you could hurry in first.

‘Scott's, he is to be moving in with Hope, he give me good price for love.’ He slung his coat over his arm as you ascended the stairs together, your paces still matched.

‘Love…?’

He stopped as he reached his floor, his hand still holding yours as his back rested against the wood, and when his other one cupped your cheek you leaned into it. ‘For long time I've been missing you, I wish to know you even better, the best, I don't want to let you go again,’ he said softly, and you gave his sleeve a little tug as you backed up towards the staircase leading up to your place.

‘The night's still young, you could come home and tell me everything you wanted to say back at Folsom,’ you replied just as gently, and there was no missed signal as his eyes shone with relief and happiness as you both headed upstairs together, no more barriers keeping you apart now that you'd found each other again.

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