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    Fidget immediately nuzzles himself into the crook of Shego’s neck, putting himself in the comfiest position he can. He curls up cozily and gives a HAPPY chuff in reply. But the scent of fruit soon fills his nose and he peeps one yellow eye open, his nostrils flaring slightly as excitement zings through his gaze.

    Another happy, gargling chuckle leaves Fidget and he extends his hands greedily– eagerly grabbing the cubed melon from her pinched fingers. The bat then collapses back into his spot and then happily begins munching. 

       The two of them hadn’t spoken a word to each other, but they had allied together for mutual safety in the face of a deathclaw tearing the area apart in attempts to catch food, and Cotton did not plan on being on the menu.

       But when the other woman was pinned without so much as a knife on her, the ex-courier had assumed she was a goner, and no amount of 10mm lead was going to help her out; she felt horrible, but that was how the world was nowadays. 

          Then a sudden blast of strange green energy shot the beast back, and the demolitions expert, feeling that she was safe enough away, wasted no time by dropping a nuka grenade on top of it and then retreating away from the edge of the roof before it went off. The deathclaw was soon done for.

         Cottonbelle turned her attention to the woman, wide eyed with a look of shock on her face. The blast hadn’t come from a weapon, it came from her hands. She was silent for a few moments, before that look of shock turned into one of pure joy.

          ❝ What a coincidence ;    I haven’t kissed anyone like that in a long time. In a lifetime, I think. I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone the way I want to kiss you. ❞  Words that felt clumsy, with intent that wasn’t so much poetic as heartfelt. Dr. Virgil’s hands were shaking ;   he could hardly believe he’d done that and yet, he couldn’t possibly have said that he regretted it,  oh no.

          He was breathless in the aftermath, with his heart pounding as if trying to make up the difference. He was nearly overcome with emotion, exhilarating, with affection all poured out in the moment, in the kiss, in the way his dark eyes softened. He wanted to put his arms around her and do it again, he wanted to caress her cheek, to hold her for as long as she would let him, and yet this time he hesitated. This time he wasn’t quite sure, he needed that assurance that YES, this was as much what she wanted as it was what he wanted. 

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She might not have noticed her little… faux pas, but he sure did the moment a blob of onyx moved in his peripheral.

It’s a stilling thing to experience, not monumental to many, but to him it was a strange advance, a queer occurrence - although he doubted it was intentional from her part, maybe exhaustion had finally got to her. —–  What if it was however?  Scarlets shift from the window to her form, entire posture frozen, though not tense.

What if it was?  Lips part as if to comment on the curiosity, but close upon further introspection and the soft realization that there wasn’t much he couldn’t ask without sounding abrasive.