The thought came solid and strong and all at once; it wasn't the first time it struck him (when he hit on her the first night the want had been there, but he usually wanted to make out with everyone anyway). This was the first time it was this fucking strong, though, overwhelming and sad and comforting at the same time.
Well, fuck. And it wasn't that he was lonely back home; he was surrounded by idiots who he sort of tolerated and occasionally cared about (what bullshit, as if he wasn't currently freaking out over what was happening back there while he was away from them all). But this shit? This shit was different.
Plus, it didn't hurt that most of the Reds and Blues wanted to cleanse the universe of his son. Fuckers.
"Yeah, he's a charming bastard. Gets it from me of course." He smiled a little, taking a step forward towards her, filling up the space between them. They just buried a kid. It was cold. There was a fucking war, no electricity, he had no goddamn privacy and no hot showers.
But still...
"You know, you're the only good thing in a place that sucks so goddamn hard." And fuck he wanted the comfort in that, in just being around something that was actually pretty awesome. Tucker was bad at denying himself most things, and he wasn't about to start now; leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers lightly, squeezing her hands through the gloves.
Dude, he was kissing a princess. Seriously? This was pretty fucking cool.
FREED FROM THE SHACKLES! Also...Ihopethisisokay!!!
The thought came solid and strong and all at once; it wasn't the first time it struck him (when he hit on her the first night the want had been there, but he usually wanted to make out with everyone anyway). This was the first time it was this fucking strong, though, overwhelming and sad and comforting at the same time.
Well, fuck. And it wasn't that he was lonely back home; he was surrounded by idiots who he sort of tolerated and occasionally cared about (what bullshit, as if he wasn't currently freaking out over what was happening back there while he was away from them all). But this shit? This shit was different.
Plus, it didn't hurt that most of the Reds and Blues wanted to cleanse the universe of his son. Fuckers.
"Yeah, he's a charming bastard. Gets it from me of course." He smiled a little, taking a step forward towards her, filling up the space between them. They just buried a kid. It was cold. There was a fucking war, no electricity, he had no goddamn privacy and no hot showers.
But still...
"You know, you're the only good thing in a place that sucks so goddamn hard." And fuck he wanted the comfort in that, in just being around something that was actually pretty awesome. Tucker was bad at denying himself most things, and he wasn't about to start now; leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers lightly, squeezing her hands through the gloves.
Dude, he was kissing a princess. Seriously? This was pretty fucking cool.
It was even cooler that the princess was Sonia.