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“So… do you, er…” he paused, looking awkward and hesitant for possibly the first time since you had known him. He tried again. “M’aimes-tu de retour?” He said in French.
“uh… what ?” You asked. You felt your cheeks grow warm.
“I mean do you… love me back ?”
You thought for a second. Did you? You felt a small smile grow and you sat up, leaning over to throw your arms around his neck. “I’ve never been good with talking about my feelings, so I’ll just say it this way.” You felt him sigh, and his arms came up around you, supporting your half-off-the-bed position. Your head fell onto his shoulder and his head rested gently on yours.
You both stayed like that for a few moments, then he laid you back onto the bed, smiling. You gratefully rolled onto your side and closed your eyes.
When you woke up, he was dozing in his chair. You had had a great, comfortable sleep, and felt much better. You grinned mischeivously and snuck out of your bed, going into your personal attached-to-the-bedroom bathroom, getting your tiny supply of rarely-used makeup, exctracting the lipstick. You then got some sheets of paper and tape from your desk and went to work.
[time skip, and Spy’s POV]
Spy roused himself from a refreshing rest, and immediately moved to shake her awake. His stomach sank when he saw she wasn’t there. He looked frantically around the room, finally noticing the lipstick arrow on a piece of paper that was taped to the half-open door. He frowned in irritation. Of course she would make him worry like that for the sake of some trick. He stood and crossed the room easily, peeking out the door and looking down the hallway in either direction. Sure enough, another lipstick arrow was not far away. He sighed and smirked to himself. Fine then. He would see where this took him…
[your POV, smaller time skip]
You waited, pacing. You had slipped on your suit on the way out of your room and were now in one of your favorite places in the compound. You heard footsteps and turned around to see Spy coming up the stairs. You practically pranced (rather majesically I might add) over to him. He opened his arms, expecting a hug. You covered his eyes.
“What on earth are you doing? I don’t even get a hello?”
“Hushushush! Not yet! Come on~” you trilled.
“You sound different. What are you planning…?” he sounded playful, but suspicious. You said nothing, leading him out of the small building to a platform, moving awkwardly behind him and uncovering his eyes. You watched his reaction as he took in the spectacular view of the royal blue sky meeting the orange buttes and plateauxs with a startlingly glorious contrast. Eagles and vultures flew above, and tumbleweeds glided along below among the green cacti. “Mon dieu… tres magnific.” He turned to you and smiled, bringing you close and holding you.
You removed yourself and looked up at him, analyzing his face for emotion. You couldn’t really tell from his face, but in his eyes was a certain warm kindness you had never seen before. You reached up on your toes, then frowned, retreating.
“What’s wrong, mon ami?”
“Get down here, I’m too short.” You said, frustrated. He laughed heartily. It was a genuine laugh, not a smooth chuckle or smug huff. He leaned down, obliging your demand. You still had to reach up, but you did it. Your lips met, and didn’t part until you were feeling lightheaded. “Whoo…” you staggered a little, grinning. “Don’t make me dizzy like that, I have a concussion.” You giggled.
“You are far too sensitive, mon amour.” He laughed, and hugged you tight, as you both looked out at the majestic view.
[LOL, END. THERE *MAY* BE A SEQUEL. BUT ONLY IF YOU BEG ME~]
“uh… what ?” You asked. You felt your cheeks grow warm.
“I mean do you… love me back ?”
You thought for a second. Did you? You felt a small smile grow and you sat up, leaning over to throw your arms around his neck. “I’ve never been good with talking about my feelings, so I’ll just say it this way.” You felt him sigh, and his arms came up around you, supporting your half-off-the-bed position. Your head fell onto his shoulder and his head rested gently on yours.
You both stayed like that for a few moments, then he laid you back onto the bed, smiling. You gratefully rolled onto your side and closed your eyes.
When you woke up, he was dozing in his chair. You had had a great, comfortable sleep, and felt much better. You grinned mischeivously and snuck out of your bed, going into your personal attached-to-the-bedroom bathroom, getting your tiny supply of rarely-used makeup, exctracting the lipstick. You then got some sheets of paper and tape from your desk and went to work.
[time skip, and Spy’s POV]
Spy roused himself from a refreshing rest, and immediately moved to shake her awake. His stomach sank when he saw she wasn’t there. He looked frantically around the room, finally noticing the lipstick arrow on a piece of paper that was taped to the half-open door. He frowned in irritation. Of course she would make him worry like that for the sake of some trick. He stood and crossed the room easily, peeking out the door and looking down the hallway in either direction. Sure enough, another lipstick arrow was not far away. He sighed and smirked to himself. Fine then. He would see where this took him…
[your POV, smaller time skip]
You waited, pacing. You had slipped on your suit on the way out of your room and were now in one of your favorite places in the compound. You heard footsteps and turned around to see Spy coming up the stairs. You practically pranced (rather majesically I might add) over to him. He opened his arms, expecting a hug. You covered his eyes.
“What on earth are you doing? I don’t even get a hello?”
“Hushushush! Not yet! Come on~” you trilled.
“You sound different. What are you planning…?” he sounded playful, but suspicious. You said nothing, leading him out of the small building to a platform, moving awkwardly behind him and uncovering his eyes. You watched his reaction as he took in the spectacular view of the royal blue sky meeting the orange buttes and plateauxs with a startlingly glorious contrast. Eagles and vultures flew above, and tumbleweeds glided along below among the green cacti. “Mon dieu… tres magnific.” He turned to you and smiled, bringing you close and holding you.
You removed yourself and looked up at him, analyzing his face for emotion. You couldn’t really tell from his face, but in his eyes was a certain warm kindness you had never seen before. You reached up on your toes, then frowned, retreating.
“What’s wrong, mon ami?”
“Get down here, I’m too short.” You said, frustrated. He laughed heartily. It was a genuine laugh, not a smooth chuckle or smug huff. He leaned down, obliging your demand. You still had to reach up, but you did it. Your lips met, and didn’t part until you were feeling lightheaded. “Whoo…” you staggered a little, grinning. “Don’t make me dizzy like that, I have a concussion.” You giggled.
“You are far too sensitive, mon amour.” He laughed, and hugged you tight, as you both looked out at the majestic view.
[LOL, END. THERE *MAY* BE A SEQUEL. BUT ONLY IF YOU BEG ME~]
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