Some more of cuddling with Gaz cause yeah, I love him. A continuation of this
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It’s only so long before you feel more apart of the team. Thanks to Gaz always pulling you along with him if you’re not pulling him for a run or a match on the computer.
They’re warmer than you ever thought to believe. You knew that they laughed a lot together and smiled and played, but having been on the outside of it all, you never knew how good it felt to full belly laugh with them.
“Alright, cmon, we need to be professional,” Soap attempts, cooling his face to a stern look.
Your eyes crinkle, grin fighting at your own lips. “Cmon Soap..” you say, stifling giggles.
“I won’t look at you,” he says with little dignity.
“You like looking at me,” you huff out, poking his face.
He turns away from you, refusing to look. You turn to Gaz with a smile. But he isn’t returning it.
“What’s up with you?” You ask him quietly.
He shakes his head, smiling back at you. “Nothin’.”
You turn back to Soap, and make eye contact. He can’t help but burst out laughing again.
You join him heartily, causing the others to join too. Combined, you and Soap had a contagious laugh.
This was nice.
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You debate leaving when you see the crowd. Normally the library is damn near empty, but for some reason it seems that everyone on base decided it’d be a great place to be.
“I don’t wanna—”
“Nah, cmon, I’ll find us somewhere.” Kyle assures, pulling you along.
You follow him despite the fact that you generally hate crowds. It was hard enough to fit in with the 141.
“Look, you like beanbag chairs right?”
“I guess?”
He pulls you closer, sinking into the chair, pulling you into him. Not quite on his lap, but it flusters you all the same.
“Finished your book?” Is the first thing he asks, arms snug around your waist.
“Uh no, not yet.”
He hums, snuggling into your neck.
“Uhm… Kyle?”
“Yes?”
“Is this uhm, like are you—”
“Are you more than friends with Soap?” He cuts off, dark eyes steadied on your own. It’s a look you’ve never seen from him before.
“What?”
“Are you—”
“No, no! We’re like.. he’s like a little brother to me,” you stammer, the thought absurd to you.
“Okay,” he answers before shuffling and pulling you closer. His head dips down right between your neck and shoulder again and you feel his breath slow. “I want you all to myself,” he mumbles right before soft snores hit your ears.
“What?!”
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@coffeecamcam some beanbag chair action
