http://sorrydontsuitme.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] sorrydontsuitme.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] sorrydontsuitme 2009-10-15 03:36 am (UTC)

"And I'll walk you to yours. Come on, Earthling."

He's always wanted to use that and now it actually makes some damn sense. Who knew. When he reaches over to tilt the brim of his Blue Sox cap one more time, he can feel the grin on his face widen. She does look all kinds of good in blue, and she's got the prettiest eyes, and he likes the way her nose scrunches up real cute when she smiles big. He likes the curl of her hair, especially after it's rained.

They were in the rain. On Mars. The little realities still grab him right in the gut. Moving to the bank of elevators, they step in together. Only thing that's a shame about this scenario is they ain't the only ones in the thing. Another kiss just like the last is gonna have to wait.

But not for long. The numbers crawl by and the door can't open up again for 'em soon enough as far as he's concerned. He'll take a hotel on Mars any day over a lean-to on the island, although he'll take the lean-to on the island if Freckles is there with him over the fanciest hotel if she ain't there.

Oh, damn. Did he really just think that? Looks like it, and he might just be in real trouble here. Only one way to find out. As the door opens, he reaches for her hand, laces their fingers together.

Tonight, she's his.

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