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Earth has its perks.

[His smile is soft as he looks down at her, lets his eyes linger. Earth definitely has its perks. He keeps the bottle in his hand so he doesn't try to touch her again.]

I haven't seen you in that dress before. And no one in space forces me to buy them food when I make a risky decision. I get some really good hugs when I come home. Talking in person is better than trying to do it through space. I get to see how long your hair has gotten. Going to a fancy party I got kidnapped from anyway isn't much of a price when you put it up against that. I've got reasons to want to stay put for a while.

[ The smile on her face gets bigger and brighter as he goes on. It doesn't escape her notice that every item on that list has something to do with her. He is-- ]

So cheesy!

[ Then, playfully, she reaches out with her free hand and gives his other leg a light jab. ]

You're not even gonna give a shoutout to your family? Your mom's hair's gotten longer too, you know.

[Her grins back at her, not at all embarrassed to be called cheesy.

He's pretty sure she likes that about him.

He lets his leg rock with her jab and chuckles. Of course he comes home for his family too - but he's not with his family right now. He's more than sure his family would understand and approve of where his current concentration is.

He does find it endearing that Hana would notice his mother's hair.

Reaching out with his free hand, he gently tugs on a strand of her hair that's over her shoulder.]

Has it? I hadn't realized that. It's my dad's job to keep an eye on her hair length.

[ She clicks her tongue at him, raising the hand that had just jabbed him and wagging a finger. ]

No good, Shiro. Moms like it when their kid notices them, too.

[ But then she lets her hand drop back down, and she rests it on her stomach as Shiro reaches for her hair again. She doesn't stop him. When has she ever? ]

You have such a warm family at home. They're really nice. I can kinda see how you turned out to be all warm and sweet.

[ Her sight drifts back up to the sky, and as she trails off, she gives a quiet little sigh. ]

...I wanna go up there someday, too. Maybe when [ not if ] things get better around here.

[It's cute the way she defends his mother. It's cute in a way that makes his heart twist and relax at the same time and know he's right. He's completely right about her. His face does soften though, when she talks about them. The way she talks about them... he's aware she's an orphan. Pidge filled him in on her history after he decided that an internet search wasn't the best idea. He - can't imagine growing up without his family. Can't imagine how hard that must have been for her. He can guess but he knows its not the same and it makes him glad, all over again, that he sent her to his family. They love her and he knows she's good for them. He hasn't seen his grandmother so energetic since his grandfather died. But... it does his heart good to know that they're good for her too. That maybe they can give her a little bit more of what she missed out on.

There's a little huff from him at 'warm and sweet' but he doesn't disagree. And then he watches her face turn back to the sky and go wistful in a different way and he thinks, again, how completely beautiful she is in starlight. He sets down his soda to cup her cheek.]

Why don't I take you? We can't go far and we'll stay in radio contact in case you're needed but - Black can get us up out of the atmosphere and past the moon in a few ticks. If you have the time soon, I have the lion. We'll go up, write your name on the back of the moon and come back in time for dinner. How's that sound?

[ Hana had some time with her mother, at least. She never knew her father--he was a casualty when the same colossal omnic that attacked Korea and its neighbors arose from the sea for the first time twenty years ago. Her mother died before Hana became a teenager; she has fond memories of the woman working so hard to raise her daughter by herself in a world thrust into war once again. It's why she easily defends Shiro's mother. It's why she likes her and grandmother so much. All of them, really.

She's a little lost in thought between recollections of Shiro's family and her own, for how little time she had one-- that her eyes widen in surprise again when she feels his hand on her cheek. His touch seems to send jolts through her body again, but--

It's his words that really electrify her and she lights up like a Christmas tree with a smile that's bright and excited and eyes that are wild and wanting and all of a sudden so very determined as she turns her body to face him fully, setting her soda down so she can reach up and grab him by the shoulders. ]

Are-- are you serious? For real, Shiro, you'd better not be joking. You can do that? Just-- take me out to space for a day? And write on the moon?!

That would be so awesome.

[If he never does another good thing in his entire life, he's pretty sure he's got heaven locked down for making Hana Song smile like that. Her fierce joy washes over him, all lightning sparks and effervescence and bursting stars and he can't help the laugh as she grabs his shoulders. The happiness is suddenly too huge to hold inside. His hands go to her waist and he leans down, grinning. Rests his forehead against hers.]

For serious, for real. You tell me when and where to find you, Hana and I'll give you the moon. Or - a spot on the moon. [One hand leaves her waist to stroke her hair back from her cheek and cup it and his eyes are bright with pleasure.] Small price to pay to have you smile at me like that.

[ If somehow, some way, this all falls through, Hana Song will never have been more disappointed in her entire life.

Not that she thinks Shiro would let her down. He wouldn't. He hasn't so far.

But her brightness stays even when he leans in, and even though she's no longer looking up at the stars her eyes stay full of them. I'll give you the moon.

He's going to take her to space. He's going to take her to the moon, that guiding light in the sky on all those nights Hana has spent in battle wondering if she'll survive to see the sunlight of the next day. Her grip on his shoulders tighten, fingernails digging into the fabric of his shirt and the skin beneath. ]

Promise me that's gonna happen. I'll work on my schedule. But if you leave before we get to do it, I'm gonna get mad.

[ Her brows furrow with her words, as though she's trying to be threatening, but she only manages to hold the expression for a moment or two before that starry-eyed smile comes back and she bursts forward, and her hands pull away from his shoulder because she's wrapping her arms around him instead and the momentum has her pushing, albeit accidentally, his back onto the steps. ]

[He's just about to promise it, or promise that he's going to do everything he can to make it happen for her, when she's throwing herself at him with enough force to knock him back.

He lets himself go, laughing, arms wrapping around her to make sure she stays with him. It's not a very far fall back, the stairs are shallow but they still keep him from ending flat on his back, but its definitely reclined with her body on top of his.

Which is a very nice weight to feel.

So is the bite of her nails, which does short out his thoughts for a tick.

Maybe it would even be enough to steal his focus entirely - if she weren't so utterly happy, more than happy enough for him to feel the response to that in his own chest. His hands spread against her back, press a little to keep her close, and he lets himself laugh, lets himself feel that pure pleasure of knowing he's done something wonderful for her. Or - will do.]

I promise. I'll get the moon for you. Don't make me wait too long though at clearing your schedule for an evening. I don't want to miss this.

[ Everything feels so perfect all of a sudden and Hana's body settles into the contours of his even when she shifts so she can look, smile down at him, her hair cascading down from her shoulders and to him, framing his face. ]

If not I can just run away for a day.

[ She's lying when she says she can. She can't. And she knows better than to. But she'd definitely be lying if she said that the thought hadn't crossed her mind time and time again to just--run away for a day. But she smiles all the same. ]

You're awesome, Shiro.

[He can handle the first shift of her body on top of his - but he's hoping she doesn't do too many more of them. Because the happiness in the air right now is enough to keep him focused on what's important - but too much of other sensations and he's going to distract real quickly.

The tickle of her hair against his cheeks and the weight of it against his shoulders is soothing, sweet and he can smell the scent of her shampoo, something light and floral. It's hard to decide if he wants to cup her face or stroke his hands along her back but he thinks keeping his hands where they are is probably safer so he keeps them on her back. Even if one does sneak up to cup the back of her head as he grins back up at her.

He knows she can't run away. She can't run away any more than he can. But its still a nice thought, running away together for a day and forgetting their responsibilities.]

I'd do a lot to make you happy, Hana. What's the moon compared to that?

[ Pressed together as they are, close, Hana really looks into Shiro's eyes, not just holding their gaze. The stars are in his eyes, too, because of course they are, but--

Somehow it's like she can really feel the sincerity of his words, now. He's always been that way to her, she knows, but there's something about what he says this time that really just wraps around her heart and makes it feel safe.

Not that she knows what to do with that feeling. ]

That's pretty big talk, you know. And cheesy, too.

[ But, as the night has shown time and time again, she doesn't mind that one bit. And, to answer his question, even if it may have been hypothetical-- ]

A billion bottles of Nano Cola. Or maybe a trillion?

[If she's not inclined to move off of him, he's certainly not going to suggest it. It's a very satisfying feeling, having her body just the way it is against his. The fingers against her back stroke lightly.]

You like me cheesy.

[He's not about to apologize for sentimentality or something they both know they both enjoy. And then he chuckles, watching her in the shadows of her hair and the starlight. Finally gives in and his hand slips from the back of her head to stroke a finger over her cheek.]

I don't know if that much Nano Cola is going to make you happy or just hyperactive, Hana.

[ She's in too much of a rush to really feel the heat of his fingers trailing along her spine, but at least she knows that this-- it's nice. Even moreso when she feels his hand in her hair and then on her cheek. This is warm and fuzzy and feels safe and sound unlike another other embrace she'd ever been in. And it's always that way with Shiro.

He's unlike any other person she's ever met. ]

Why can't it be both? I can be happy and hyper. [ She chuckles against him. ] But seriously. I don't know if even a trillion could compare to getting to go to the moon. What are we gonna do there?

Edited 2016-10-29 07:31 (UTC)

[Gentle, he tucks hair back from her face, completely fascinated with the way her mobile face changes, in love with every shift across it. He really should have offered sooner - except this feels like the perfect moment. One shoulder shifts under her.]

Watch stars, chase satellites, take Black on maneuvers across its surface, blow up an asteroid - whatever you want to do. It's your first trip into space. You should be able to pick what sounds like fun.

[ The shift of his shoulder beneath her hand bids her to pull it away, but only to trail it down, coming to rest on his chest without her realizing how intimately they're acting or even positioned.

She wears a thoughtful look on her face as he lists possible moon activities, but naturally the one that sticks out to her the most, the one that has the corner of her lip curling in a smirk-- ]

I wanna blow up an asteroid.

[ is that one, out of all the others, and she says it like she's already sure that it's a thing she can do in the first place. ]

[She might not realize it - but he's pretty acutely aware of their position and the trail of her hand across his chest has his eyes lidding for a moment before he pulls in a breath. Her answer has him smiling though, manages to keep his mind where it should be and he chuckles on his exhale.]

Why am I not surprised? Okay. We'll blow up an asteroid. Anything else you want to do?

[ Hana will always choose blowing crap up.

She pulls her hand away completely, this time, and it lifts to tap the tip of her finger on her lips as she hums in thought, and she supports her herself with the arm that's still on Shiro. ]

Hmm... Could I make a mark on the moon? Or get a souvenir? Like another rock to add to my cool space rocks.

[He remembers the first time he went into space.

He remembers the first time he walked on the moon.

He remembers how awed and thrilled and slightly scared and mostly just amazed he felt. How excited he was in everything that led up to each time. Hana being just as excited - it feels good. It feels really, really good.]

You should make a list. But sure. I don't see why Black can't scratch out whatever you want to leave on the moon or pick up a rock or three for you. Got to have something to show for the trip, right?

That settles it, then!

[ The hand that she had pulled away is now flashing a peace sign at him as she huffs a bright, mischievous laugh. ]

I'm gonna leave my autograph on the moon. Love, D.Va! Just like that.

[ No one can deny that D.Va can be a little full of herself sometimes--but, still, she never thought she would even have this opportunity, so it only stands to reason that she would make the most of it.

She'd be lying if she hadn't pestered Winston with question after question about living on the lunar station when he was younger. Outer space is one of the only things Hana had ever felt was out of her reach and now-- now it doesn't feel that way so much. All because of Shiro. ]

[Maybe, as a responsible space explorer, he should have some qualms about defacing the moon.

But damned if he doesn't have a hard time denying her anything, much less when she asks with that look on her face and that smile.

So he coughs a laugh that wrinkles the edges of his eyes. It's the dark side of the moon. It won't annoy any of the astronomers on the earth that are looking. In time debris and simple radiation will erase it.

But its probably as close to immortality as anyone will ever come. He doesn't mind giving her that. His hand on her back have a gentle squeeze.]

All right. Asteroid practice, space rocks and an autograph on the moon. I think we can manage that in an evening.

And if we can't, I guess we'll just have to make two trips.

[ That would be a real stretch, she's aware, but it doesn't stop her from kidding about it anyway.

The unfettered excitement in her expression calms a bit, not because Hana feels any less excited for this, but because it gives way to a quiet sincerity. Her hand returns such that she has both on his shoulders again, and she says, ]

Thanks, Takashi.

[Two trips sounds pretty far out of their league but... its a thought that still lingers nicely. Imagine a world where they had that kind of time...

The return of her hand draws his attention completely to her and -

and she draws the breath out of him as if its the last one he'll ever have. Words he wants to answer pile up behind his tongue - and not a single one surfaces to make sense. Not even his grandfather's poetry comes to mind. Tender his thumb strokes her cheek.]

You're welcome, Hana Song.

[ In a world that they had that kind of time-- it's also likely that they would've never met. Maybe this relationship-- friendship, whatever-- maybe it's not perfect as far as their situations are concerned, but Hana wouldn't have it any other way.

It occurs to her, looking down at him with his hand on her cheek, her hair spilling down to frame his face, his eyes and the white of his hair shimmering in the starlight, their bodies pressed together, warm and safe and sound and so close she can feel his breath hitch beneath her, that Shiro-- whatever their relationship is might not be perfect as far as their situations are concerned but Shiro... maybe it's that he's perfect. Whatever that means.

Her gaze lingers once more his lips and she finds herself drawn closer, leaning in slowly. ]

[He can feel the moment the air goes thick and sluggish in his lungs. The very moment that his heart stops in his chest. Because her eyes might as well be a touch when they slide over his face and down to his lips and he watches them change color. When she leans, his eyes half close, his hand cupping her cheek, guiding her down to him. All night. All night he's been wanting to kiss her, taste her lip gloss, feel the heat and softness of her mouth under his.

God. He's wanted to taste her so bad. For such a long time now. The fingers on her back curl, press into her skin through the fabric of her dress slightly. Maybe they won't go back to the party at all...

Except - they will. Because - not like this. He's promised her the moon and given her a dream of it tonight and excited her and thrilled her with the prospect and - how much of her kiss would be, aware of it or not, over that? Maybe it shouldn't matter. A kiss is a kiss and he certainly wants to kiss her. But - he wants her to kiss him because he's Takashi.

Not because he's made her happy by giving her the moon.

And... he's not really sure she'd mean it if she kissed him now. She would - but not the way he'd want her to. Not because she was

He wants her to kiss him when she's in love with him.

It's a sharp thrust through his chest. It takes all his self-control not to grunt at the impact of it. But - he wants Hana Song to kiss him because she can't not kiss him. He wants her to kiss him when she means it.

So at the last moment he raises his chin and his lips brush her forehead instead, fingers of that hand curling to rub her jaw. He isn't going to be the same as whoever she'd known before. Against her forehead, he murmurs a soft:]

Any time.

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bunnyhopped - 2016-10-30 02:09 (UTC) - Expand