legionworld | Moonlight and Magnolia [Closed]

Who| Wash and Connie, both early PFL timeline
What| Time to go consummate a relationship that never actually happened.
Where| Connie's hab
When| During Time Ripples
Warnings/Notes| We are absolutely fading to black here.

This whole place is weird, honestly. York's debrief packet helped, and evidently some future version of him had had enough foresight to make a map, so Wash isn't having any difficulty getting around. The problem is that, whenever he stops to talk to someone, they look at him like they're expecting something, like he's supposed to know them somehow, and they're inevitably disappointed when he doesn't. Plus, they just keep calling him Freelancer, which is off-putting at best. He has a name, thanks.

So while his trip to the mess hall was successful, he doesn't stick around, instead retreating to the little house/bar York has set up on the habitat deck. York gets it, and this weird future version of York doesn't treat him like he's a complete idiot. It's nice, honestly. He probably shouldn't get used to it, or he'll be in for a rude awakening when he finally does wake up where he's supposed to be.

For now, he pushes open the door and heads inside. "I got milk," he calls, because he'd had a reason for going to the mess hall. "Kind of." The vegan space future is going to take some getting used to.

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Connie bites back a chuckle as he takes a seat and the resulting warning creak from the sofa. Once she's got the last of her armour off and set aside she steps up to the sofa to join him, pausing in front of him a moment.

"We don't have to stay in," she says, reaching forward to give his chest plate a light tap, "but if we are, don't you think you're a little over dressed?"

What-

What-

Wash's mind goes blank at that tap and those words. He can feel his cheeks going red, heat spreading from his face to his ears and down his neck. Is she- she couldn't be- but she'd kissed him earlier- okay kind of but still- is she-

"Define 'staying in,'" he manages, voice not nearly as level as he'd like it to be.

Oh, Wash. Connie doesn't bother with words as she reaches for his helmet, fingers unlocking the clasps there to gently pull it off of his head. His blush suggests he knows exactly her definition of 'staying in', but best she make sure they're on the same page. His helmet held to her chest with one arm, the other lifts to cup Wash's cheek as Connie leans in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"Just you and me," she murmurs, her own cheeks growing rosy as she strokes her thumb across the edge of his jaw, "If you want to."

This is happening. This is actually happening. He'd wanted to say something, to do something, for what feels like forever, but there was fraternization and not ruining a friendship and he just never- but she's initiating, she invited him, and he's pretty sure he's not dreaming, and-

It says something that this is somehow less believable to Wash than being in the superpowered space future. But it's what he's wanted for a good long while, and it's what Connie wants, and he- he-

Goddamn but he's lucky, isn't he.

"I really do," he finally manages, sliding his fingertips up the back of her next and turning his head to kiss her fully.

They'd always worked well together, but on the ship or on missions they were always being watched. Even on leave, they'd be hard pressed to get away from their fellow Freelancers, and the gossip would spread far too quickly if they would try to initiate something. But here? They've finally got a little privacy and time, enough for her to let her guard down for a while and enjoy his attention.

She grins as he turns to answer her kiss with his own, a mixture of relief and excitement rising in her like steam. It's been far too long since she allowed herself this kind of happiness. Drawing back with a soft chuckle she lingers close, setting aside his helmet as her hand slides down the curve of his neck to his chest plate to give it another playful tap.

"You're still over dressed."

They'd kissed, and she'd smiled, and Wash hadn't woken up. At this point, that's good enough for him, and he returns that grin with one of his own. His brain is still lagging a bit, stumbling over the fact that this is happening in the first place, but it's catching up pretty quickly and now he's excited. "Give me a minute," he says, already working on the clasps in his armor. They've all gotten good at getting in and out of armor at record speed - a literal minute is all he needs now that he's motivated.

Connie nods, stealing another quick kiss before she takes a step back and towards the bedroom. She pauses at the small pile of her armour, remembering the unexpected handful of goodies she'd picked up at York's bar and sorts through the pieces to find the pouch she'd shoved them into. In the small amount of time it took for her to do that, Wash is already almost done with his armour; and she'd be lying if Wash's enthusiasm for her wasn't a great ego boost.

Pushing open the door of the bedroom- her bedroom, she glances back to Wash with a smile, extending a hand out for him.

True to his word, it only takes Wash a minute to get completely out of his armor. Of course, it's in an untidy pile that he's going to have to sort through and organize later, but that's later and the now is a lot more exciting.

He takes Connie's hand and follows her into the bedroom, closing the door behind them and pressing a kiss to her cheek. He's so lucky - he's so, so ridiculously lucky - but he'll have plenty of time to think about that later. Right now, there's Connie, and that's more than enough for him.

Moonlight and Magnolia [Closed]

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