#frostkan

Specialist Tina "Frost" Lin Tsang could recall the moment in perfect detail, right down to the clock on the wall showing sixteen-forty two hours. The waiters moving about inside the cafe, wearing black and white with red bow-ties and white aprons tucked into their faux leather waistbands. The coffee in her right hand, pleasantly warm but not hot enough to be even mildly uncomfortable, with just a pinch of milk to dilute the taste into something tolerable, sitting in a white porcelain cup with a gilded crack running down the side that Yumiko had gifted her so long ago, on a bygone op against a long-dead foe. The wooden table that her left hand was resting on, the light, calloused hand that her own hand was grasping, it's thumb running over her nail polish delicately. The red-and-white sweatshirt she wore providing just enough warmth to still be cold when the door opened and a stray gust washed over her. The concealed pistol in her bag pushing in on her back as she stood. The unsettling awareness of just how quickly she seemed to be breathing.

"Can I... do something?" she asked the man across from her. His standard issue Spetsnaz shirt was a dull green color. His hair was close to black, close-cut to the point where it was almost shaved clean. Muscles rippled across his arms that she just knew could be so tender, so delicate. Cat-like eyes gazed back at her as he nodded.

"Go ahead."

She clasped his hand and leaned in, wrapping her right arm around his neck, pressing her face close to his with just the slightest tilt, and she kissed him.

As soon as it happened, too soon yet desperately long in coming, she knew she would remember it forever. It was her first time ever kissing romantically, for one, and secondly, it was him. Kapkan. Her male Russian counterpart. God above, how she had wanted this moment for so long. The gentle crush of their lips was somehow just like what she had dreamed and better.

Kapkan made a small sound at the back of his throat, like a possessive groan. It sounded... sexy. She wanted him to be hers even more now, if that was even possible (she, to be frank, couldn't tell by now), as his hand snaked around her lower back and gave her support. A small squeak of pleasure escaped her.

If she had been told by anyone that somewhere, someday, she would be in love with member of the Spetsnaz a year ago, she likely would have laughed it off. But now? Now.... Now time seemed like it wasn't passing and it was passing way too quickly, like reality was warping around them and the timestream shattering like it might have in Destiny 2. An idle part of her mind thought about what her Guardian would have to say about her newfound relationship- what the mighty Kaara Torii, Slayer of Oryx, Crota's End, Killer of Xol, Extinction of Nokris, Rivensbane and Cursebreaker, would think of embracing your rival as your lover. A silly thought, to be sure, but what can your mind do when in such a perplexing state but think perplexing thoughts?

Somehow, she found she didn't mind the onlookers- that is, if there were any. Were there? Maybe. Maybe not. Who was to say? This was Russia and things were different from Canada here- none of the tidbits of customs and information made much sense to her addled mind. Thinking clearly, she knew and understood, but as she was, preoccupied with love? It was little more than background noise.

Time warped and reality coagulated back to normal as the two broke apart, neither speaking, neither wanting to go or move or do anything that wasn't with the other. The only limits were their lung capacity. She wanted to rest her head on his shoulder or his chest, but she contented herself with leaning back in his arms. One hand was placed on his chest and stayed there.

"I love you, Tina," Maxim growled softly. She smiled, love-drunk herself.

"I love you too," she whispered back. The coffee was left on the table, already paid for, as the two left the cafe, arms interlocked, and headed for the car that had brought them.

The car ride was done in amicable silence. Neither knew what to say. Neither particularly wanted to speak, either, for fear of ruining the moment. The suspension wiggled slightly as they trode the paved roads of Moscow and then the dirt road that led back to the Rainbow Base in Russia, the so-called Sovereign Base, in the remains of an old Soviet airfield. Two cargo planes lay on the tarmac- this was one of the few days left before their transition to Greece.

Their battered Jeep pulled up outside the base, slid perfectly, expertly, between the white lines of the parking lot. The lovers disembarked, heading for the dormitories. Snow was falling lightly, not that anyone minded.

Maxim turned to Tina as they neared the base and gave her a grave look. "Tina. I want you."

A husky tone, merged with sexual desire. Love and lust, or perhaps the other way around, were the emotions in his crystalline eyes.

Tina nodded back and whispered into his ear, as if an angel has whispered into hers: "Then make me yours."

Maxim picked her up and carried her to the room he was newly sharing with his girlfriend. It was spartan in furnishing but the bed was comfortable. He laid Tina on the bed and shrugged off his shirt as his girlfriend wiggled out of her sweatshirt and her workmans trousers.

They confirmed their love then and there, long into the night.

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