57. We could get struck by lightning, but you want to kiss in the rain.Ā
Pairing: #YOLO, letās see where this drabble takes us į( į )į
āItās called romance, Wash.ā
āItās called dumb,ā he interjected, āand cold.ā Wash shivered, rubbing his arms as the dampness began to settle into his bones as a light downpour continued to cover the entire camp.
The other man sighed, āalright fine, never mind. Letās just go back inside, see how fast Grif can eat twenty rice-cakes while Tucker times him, or something, thatās fun too.ā
Wash almost let him go, but let out a halting sigh, grabbing their wrist, and turning them back to face him. āNo, no. We could be struck by lightning, but you want to kiss the rain. So⦠alright, romance, or whatever.ā
A happy blush came across the younger manās cheeks. Wash had to admit, despite everything, pink suited him- or rather, light-ish red, did.