Entry tags:

atton rand, medusa, milliways

swimming in space (Milliways)
TITLE: swimming in space
FANDOM: milliways_bar
WORDS: 295
PAIRING: Atton Rand/Medusa
RATING: PG
DISCLAIMER: Atton Rand isn't mine, but this version of Medusa is

swimming in space

It starts as most things do: with a kiss.

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Medusa’s idea, although Atton was not more than half a second behind. The guards were looking for a small woman, hair covered, and a tall man, both on the run. His height is unsalvable, but as the guards jog through the street, he pulls her into a doorway. She pushes her cowl back, snakes shaking her braids free, and she says, kiss me.

The guards move past, as is the spur-of-the-moment plan, but it takes the pair half a minute longer than it should to notice. Neither are the kind to linger when in danger, especially not stop-and-stare-and-what-did-we-do.

He grabs her hand and they keep running.

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It’s possible they don’t start actually breathing until Atton’s put them into hyperspace and far, far away. It’s a fact that when he goes to hide their ill-gotten gains, she stays in the cockpit, watches the stars, thinks.

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He comes back.

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Everything is completely normal. .

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More to break the silence than anything else, he offers to teach her how to fly the spaceship.

Sure, she says, and that shy smile is normal and hers.

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In retrospect, she really should have said no to anything that involved watching his hands.

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In retrospect, he really should have thought more about the effects of sitting right behind her to guide her over the switches and levers.
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In retrospect, when she turned her head over her shoulder and he moved his to catch her gaze, when their silent understanding of each other’s fucked up mind became agreement, when they thought Sam/Lucifer want to it’ll mess him up better for him push away don’t deserve please I want to– In retrospect, they really shouldn’t have kissed.