Unprofessional
This was wholly unprofessional. Inconvenient. Bordering on obsessive, honestly.
She hadn’t meant to silence him with a kiss that night before Ilos. But her body had been thrumming ever since that moment before they’d stolen the Normandy, when, after months of them both oh-so-carefully dancing close to the line but never once daring to step over it, he had almost kissed her.
Not to mention the adrenaline that had been coursing through her as a result of the fact that they’d stolen the Normandy to race through the relay system in a desperate attempt to save the entire galaxy.
There had been too many thoughts in her head. Too many ‘what if’s’, and worries, and thrills, and beneath all of that there had been the fact that she knew exactly why he’d stepped into her cabin that night. Partially because she wanted exactly the same thing and partially because after a year of fighting and flirting and three am talks, she simply knew him well enough to know what he intended even if he would never be so crass as to actually come out and say it.
So she had kissed him, and then his arms had been around her, and then, despite everything, he had successfully prevented her from being able to think about anything but the fiery, burning need as they had both poured every ounce of frustration into each other.
That night had been… incredible. Better than she had imagined.
(And despite her best effort she had been imagining it a lot.)
As he was wont to do, he exceeded all her expectations. Any thoughts she might have had about the two of them being mostly friends who occasionally shared the benefits of being more than friends – an arrangement she was far more familiar with than the concept of an actual full blown relationship – had been blown out of her head by the overwhelming need to do that again as soon as humanly possible.
They hadn’t even really had the chance to talk about it. She’d woken, dressed, tried to get her headspace back into the mission, and failed spectacularly. Then when he’d woken Joker had interrupted them (again) and then they’d been a little busy saving the entire goddamn galaxy.
And after they’d done that, they’d been heroes.
Being a Hero really really sucked.
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