Glenya + hat stealing
Give me a pairing + prompt and I will write you a three-sentence fic.
You’d make a fine officer, he ventures, dry-mouthed – it’s clear she’s waiting for him to continue or to change the topic, though the challenging look in her eye says she’s hoping for the latter – but Anya rolls her eyes and gestures to the hat now soundly perched on her head, asks don’t you want it back? innocently and he swallows hard.
There’s rules, there’s reasons, there’s excuses, but when he cups her jaw and laughs, says you know I have to give you something for it with unearned confidence she doesn’t pull away, watches him with those familiar eyes and tips her chin up until their lips meet in a slow, sweet, searing kiss.
She tastes like the tea she’d finally deigned to drink, like springtime warmth and banked winter fires, and Gleb wraps an arm around her waist just as Anya wraps hers around his neck and the hat goes tumbling, unnoticed, off her head and bounces once by their boots as they kiss again.
