29 - Shidge if you feel like it?
Ship Kiss Meme | still accepting
29. …as a promise
[all are 18+, post war and happy <3]
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“Workaholic,” Pidge accuses the minute she walks in.
Shiro looks up from the reports he’s got scattered across the floor. He’s sitting cross-legged in the midst of it, using his right arm to spread out the stacks farther than his normal reach so they wouldn’t get mixed up. “That’s rich coming from you. Didn’t you say you’d be back…?” He leans around her to see the clock on the wall, then quirks an eyebrow. “…three hours ago?”
“I was in the middle of some very delicate work, Shiro.” She crosses her arms, jutting out her lower lip at him. “Super high tech stuff, it’d take too long to get into, but at least I’m not the one using funding contracts as a new layer of carpeting.”
“The dining room table ran out of room,” Shiro replies with a shrug. “You’ve got half your tools on it. I don’t think that table’s seen a decent meal since the war ended.”
“To be fair, the couch is more comfortable anyway.” Pidge saunters over to him, leaning on his shoulder. “Don’t think you’ve sidetracked me from the conversation. It’s after two in the morning, and I’m not the one that has to sit in front of the council in big ‘yay the war is over’ meetings at ass o’clock in the morning. When I say you’re a workaholic in that tone that means ‘go the fuck to sleep’, it comes from a place of love in my heart.”
“Mmm,” Shiro hums, unable to help but smirk. “It also comes from a place of feline expectation. You don’t want to go to bed without your self-heating furniture for too long.”
Pidge waves her hand dismissively. “Details,” she snorts.
“According to you, details matter. And what else matters is finishing this sort so I won’t have to worry about it for the rest of the week. It’s almost done, but it’ll take a lot longer if you stand here and pester me about how long it’s taking.”
“How dare you use logic against me, Shiro. That’s my job.”
“Someone has to pick up the slack when you’re tired.”
She jabs the side of his head with her elbow. “Promise you’ll come to bed soon?” she wheedles.
Smiling, Shiro reaches up and slides a hand into her hair. He likes the contrast of the buzz of her undercut and the softness of the wild mess at the top. Pulling her down, he seals a heartfelt, “I promise, babe,” with a kiss and lets her go.
Pidge straightens, giving him a judging look with her hands on her hips. “You’ve got one hour, Captain Overachiever. Then I kick your ass.”
“If you’re even still awake by then.” Shiro doesn’t miss a beat, winking up at her.
“It’s a good thing I love you, Shiro.”
His teasing expression becomes fond. “Believe me, I know.”
