hello dear. for the kiss prompts, may i please see âa possessive kiss in the rainâ with crosshair? đ
hiiii friend, thank you so much for your patience for the wait. the muse has been extra fickle since October, but I hope this is worth the wait <3
Uncertain Tomorrows
Summary: Actions speak louder than words. Aka, Crosshair isn't good at emotions.
Warnings: blog is 18+; angst (it's Crosshair, what do you expect), miscommunication / lack of communication, pre-Echo, swearing
Word Count: 688
Chewing on the inside of your cheek so hard youâre liable to draw blood, you canât help the way youâre glaring at Crosshairâs back. Heâs perched on the edge of a high stool at the bar, long legs crossed at the ankle, twirling a whiskey glass between thin fingers. Youâre supposed to be enjoying shore leave, the first one the squad has had in months, and yet all you feel is pissy.Â
Earlier in the night, youâd deboarded the Marauder with the others, all of you in civvies and in high spirits, even Crosshair. You feel like youâve finally been able to get a decent grasp on reading him and his moods, and the loose way his toothpick had hung between his lips was clear indication that he was relaxed, ready for a break. You all were.Â
Apparently, Crosshairâs idea of a break is chatting up women at the cantina bar.Â
Youâre not together. You have to remind yourself of that. Despite the mutual longing glances, neither of you have acted on your feelings, whether by mutual respect for one another or by fear of tearing the squad apart. So it shouldnât sting as much as it does to watch him toss easy smirks at the pretty woman at the bar right now.Â
But it does.Â
Hunter gives you a sympathetic look as you finally decide youâve had enough and scoot out of the booth. With Wrecker across the cantina hustling pool and Tech acting as his number two, the only one who will know where youâve gone at this point is Hunter. Which also shouldnât sting, but it does.Â
The moment you step outside, youâre met with a bone-chilling rain. Breath fogging in front of your face, you shiver, pulling your jacket tighter around you. The spaceport isnât too terribly far, but youâre already beginning to regret coming outside.Â
Whatever. It beats going back inside.
You only make it a few steps, ice needling into your skin, before the cantina door opens behind you. Warm light and laughter spill out, inviting you back. Glancing over your shoulder, you grimace.Â
âIâm going back to the ship,â you call.Â
âI know,â Crosshair responds.
âYou should go back in,â you say, turning to face forward once more, hunching your shoulders against the cold. âShe looked nice.âÂ
He calls your name, but you keep walking.Â
You gasp when a hand grips your upper arm and spins you around. Colliding with Crosshairâs chest, you glare up at him and open your mouth to rip him a new oneâ
Only to grunt in surprise when his lips meet yours.Â
Jerking back, you try to break from his embrace. His hands remain on your arms, though he lets you step back.Â
âWhat the fuck, Cross?â you snarl. âYou think itâs cool to justâtoy with my emotions like this?âÂ
âNo,â he grits out.Â
You wait, but that seems to be all he wants to say. Rain streams down your face, the cold an afterthought now with the anger burning through you.Â
âThat all you have to say for yourself?â
His jaw works as he gazes at you, his short gray hair plastered to his head. Nostrils flaring, he looks away. âNo. IâmâIâm not good at this. Clearly. But I donât knowâI donât know how toâKriff it! Can I kiss you again or not?âÂ
All of your anger condenses into a single burning, molten dagger in your heart as you stand there, jaw dropped as you weigh his words. This is so far from how you ever would have expected this confession to go, for either of you, and yet the opportunity is here. If you let it go, tell him no, heâs going to respect that.Â
And youâll have missed your shot.Â
You pull him back to you and kiss him. Itâs a hungry, desperate, possessive kiss, full of teeth and tongue. Cold rain water sluices off your skin as you swallow his moan.Â
You donât know what this meansâyou donât know where to go from hereâbut Crosshair is in your embrace, and all you know is that you donât intend to let him go.
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