pacificator: by <user name=berks> (pic#17591953)
Wynonna Earp ([personal profile] pacificator) wrote in [community profile] singillatim 2024-12-25 08:00 pm (UTC)

[ Little and his quiet, shy smiles; Little and his Miss Earps, words she's heard him say now so many times and in so many different tones, from scandalized to shouted to soft. And now this, tacked onto a compliment she'd never in a million years have expected from him, no matter how polite he is and how expected he probably thinks it is to say something like it. He ducks his head and smiles, but she can still see the gentle curve of it; she can hear it in his voice, and when he looks back up at her with that warmth in his eyes she feels something trip all over itself in her chest. They're surrounded by people, but right now she can't help but feel like they're right back on the couch in his old cabin, the fire burning low, sending flickering light over them both, softening all their edges.

It's candles and lanterns this time, catching them both in this glow, and it's making her feel like time has stopped; like someone somewhere has taken a quiet breath in and is holding it. ]


You may.

[ Her own smile is crinkling up the corners of her eyes now, pressing dimples into her cheeks. He might just be being polite, but that doesn't make it any nice to hear, and she doesn't— she's not sure he is just being polite. ]

In fact, I'm gonna go ahead and give you blanket permission. Be bold, go for it. I like it. Here—

[ Wynonna reaches out now — it feels like finally — for his upper arm, fingers slipping along his uniform sleeve until they find the curve of his elbow and curl there, firm. She does her best to tell herself it feels like every other time she's reached for his arm or smacked his shoulder, any other time she'd reached for him like she was allowed to.

But what it really feels like is the day they played in the woods as wolves, when she checked her shoulder against his and wound around him; when she mouthed at him and licked him without thinking about it, warm and delighted and affectionate. Maybe it's the affection that's the same... is that the thing that's lighting up his eyes and softening his smile?

Well, they're friends. He's finally gotten used to her, and she doubts even taking his arm right now to try and coax him to come with her will make him blink. ]


Let's get you a drink and see if that helps you get even bolder.

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