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[marineris]

"This is Bobbie Draper. I'll get back to you."

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[marineris]

[He pulls away and she finds herself breathless all over again, her fingers still caught in the fabric of his jumpsuit. She is so, so screwed.]

Alex.

[It sounds like a reprimand, almost, except she's smiling too much to really manage it.]

What happened to talking?

[donkeyballs]

[ It's the smile, that finally makes that twisted knot in his stomach ease. Like he's done something right, for once, interpreted something correctly, despite her words. He gives her a sheepish smile in return, but can't quite pull his hands away. ]

Sorry.

[ He's not very sorry at all. The smile warms, crinkling at the edges of his eyes. ]

Got a little carried away.

[marineris]

Bullshit. You're not sorry.

[She leans forward again, this time just to rest her forehead against his, soaking in the contact. It's comforting, and right now, she still needs it.]

Just give me a little time, okay? I wasn't expecting any of this.

[donkeyballs]

[ She's too close, now, for Alex to be able to make out her face, but that's okay.

He gently runs his thumb across her cheek, the softest caress, but he doesn't try to kiss her again. ]

I ain't going anywhere, Gunny. [ Gently, warmly. Far more confidently than he had been. ] Whatever you decide you want or don't want - I'll still be here.

[marineris]

[That's all it takes for the last of her anxiety to fade, and she sighs, soft and content.]

Thank you.

[Bobbie lets go of his jumpsuit in favor of looping her arms around him instead, settling against him.]

Looks like you're stuck with me.

[donkeyballs]

[ It's a relieved happiness that floods him, and in that moment it honestly doesn't matter if she ever wants to kiss him again or not. He'd been so afraid of losing her completely, and he was pretty sure, now, that he wasn't going to.

Everything was going to be okay.

He let his hands drop so he could hug her back, warm and tight. ]

Wouldn't want it any other way.

[marineris]

[Bobbie pulls away just enough to readjust, settling her chin on his shoulder.]

Good, because you still owe me breakfast, sailor.

[donkeyballs]

[ He gives her another good squeeze, the relieved happiness suffusing down to his very bones. ]

Well then we better get you somethin' to eat, soldier.