“I can’t breathe…” Tears were rolling down Eva’s cheeks as she panted for breath.
“Eva.” Even as he used his commanding voice Isaac couldn’t help but laugh with her, watching her roll around clutching her stomach. “Get off the floor and show me.”
“Okay. Okay. Let me breathe.” Her first inhale was interrupted by more stifled laughter, but by the second one she had recovered. Her palms pressed into the floor behind her head and pushed, arching her back and kicking her legs to flip herself up onto her feet.
Isaac watched the movement that seemed so simple to her and felt his jaw go slack. “Who just, regularly gets up from the floor like that?” He said it more to himself than anything.
Eva adjusted her leggings and pulled off her N7 hoodie to just a tank top underneath. She wiped her tears of laughter away, blinking to clear her eyes. “Okay seriously this time. Spread your feet to shoulder width apart, and bend your knees.” She showed him the movement and waited for him to follow her instructions. “Now turn sideways, arms about this far away from your hips, and flex your hands-.”
It’s not that she didn’t appreciate the interest or the effort. It was the way his eyebrows were almost touching and the way his tongue peeked out of his mouth in such concentration to achieve something as unimportant as her battle ready stance - and then miserably, utterly failing at it - that set her off.
“Issac I can’t.” She collapsed over the back of the couch, roaring. “I can’t.”
“This is ridiculous. I feel ridiculous.” He laughed harder the longer he watched her laugh.
“No, not ridiculous.” She waved a hand at him, wheezing. “Cute.”
“Cute.” He rolled his eyes, straightening into his full height. “It’s sexy when you do it.”
“You don’t need a battle stance anyway.” She prepared to continue their conversation of the team’s battle dossiers, letting go of the couch, exhaling slowly and brushing the wet streaks off of her cheeks once more. “So as I was saying...shields are my main problem.”
“So what you’re saying, is I do have a chance against you in a fight.” He jerked two thumbs at his chest. “Walking shield, remember?”
“I didn’t say that, Cerillo, I could still kick your ass.” She shot him an exaggerated glare, her hands curled into fists resting on her hips. “But yes, that means you are literally…my weakness.” She sobered at that, catching the double meaning and a few seconds later, at the way he slowly crossed the space between them.
He was, in every way, shape and form, her weakness. The weakness in her legs when he was inside her, the weakness in her heartbeat when he brushed too near her during on duty hours. The weakness in her words when she tried to hold them back.
Finally reaching her, Eva’s hands slid into his hair when his arms slid around her waist. Lifting her face to him she waited while he studied her face. Then he brushed his nose against hers before giving her what she wanted. Her favorite thing about kissing him was the way he commanded it. His tongue was sure and his lips were giving. He took control, letting her make adjustments when she wanted, as if that was one more thing he didn’t want her to have to worry about.
Before she knew it, his fingers were curling around her wrist, pulling her hand out of his hair and into his own. His feet shuffled between hers, other hand pressing against the lowest part of her back, and then they were dancing. Eva lost all track of time. It disappeared into kissing his lips, smiling at his smile, laying her head on his shoulder while he whispered things into her hair. The two slowly drifted around the spacious living quarters while soft music guided the tandem of their hips. Once she would have been most comfortable earlier, facing each other ready for battle. That place had been traded for the space between his arms.
“I hate to ruin the moment.” She whispered it against his lips, and he groaned, knowing what was coming next. “But I have to go.”
“Five more minutes.” She easily let him have it, his arm wrapping a little tighter around her as they swayed. “Eva. Will you let me take you on a real date someday?”
She pulled back to look at him with a sly grin curling the edges of her lips. “Are you asking me out Sir?”
“Yes. That is one hundred percent what I am doing.”
“Okay. The answer is yes.” She laid her head against his chest, the sly grin turning into a true smile. “Will you buy me cotton candy? I miss cotton candy.”
She loved the vibration against her cheek when he chuckled. “I’ll try my best.”
