searchinghearts:
“oh, i can find one,” tony grinned. “knew i could always count on you, legal eagle. see, over there? that’s the space port. technically that would be the best place to find a ship, but probably also the most difficult to break into, unless we did it the clever way. on the other hand, there’s the repair yard, where security’s probably a lot less tight, but at the same time, we might end up with some half wrecked pile of junk. what do you think?”
tony’s eyebrows raised a little – him, jealous? noooo, not at all. not even a smidgen.
okay maybe a bit.
maybe a lot.
“he called you sweetheart? he was like ‘whaddya want kid’ at me. i’m not even …” he waved vaguely at his face. “i have white hair!” taking a breath and realising that they’d gone off track, he shook his head. “so, anyway. ships.”
“he did,” she affirmed, “and he did it again, when i told him he shouldn’t say that to women.”
tony’s jealousy of her experience delighted her, and it was brightly plastered all over her features as she mulled over his first words, offering him a grin. “yeah, you do, but i guarantee you’ll be a real silver fox. the two of you share that much.”
returning to the question of ‘ships,’ the legal eagle seemed appeased at the rhyming nature of her nickname. “repair yard first. if that’s all junk, then we can risk going in the ship-yard. unless,” she leant in, “if we take the risk and get caught, we get this opportunity to see what it’s like getting arrested in another galaxy. that’d be something else for the morrison records.”














