#isa write

She didn’t turn from where she laid on her side in his bed, gazing out of the observation window. “I really didn’t like today.” 

She felt his lips press against her hip, and she shivered when they explored the small tattoo of moons and stars on her rib cage. “It turned out fine. You saved my ass.” Isaac chuckled, but his smile faded at her expression when she turned to him. 

“It was way too close.” 

He slipped under the crisp sheets, pressing his full body against hers, skin against skin, knowing that was what she needed when she melted into him. “You’ll never lose me Eva.” 

“You can’t promise that.” She smiled softly, drawing a finger down his nose. “But honestly, I don’t know how I could ever go back to living a life without you in it. I don’t even know what I was doing before you. Just feeling my way around in the dark, trying to make my own light but still blind.” 

His hand found her face, and the emotion in his eyes broke her heart. She sighed, knowing there was absolutely nothing to say in this situation to make her feel better and she didn’t expect to. To her, she was just stating a fact. She pushed his shoulder until she could roll over to straddle him and he sat up, brushing her blonde strands behind her shoulder so his lips could find her nipple. Her hands slid into his hair with a moan, unable to stop her hips from rocking against him. His hands slid slowly up her bare back, groaning against her skin. If they couldn’t ensure forever, they could at least not think about it for a little while. 

“You have made my life scarier.” 

Isaac pulled back to look at her when she said it and she slipped his dog tags off of him and over her head, letting his name settle between her breasts. His lips parted to reply but she placed one slim finger over them. She knew he would try to find words of comfort, but she didn’t need them, only him. She leaned down to kiss his frown.

“I’ll always let you sleep.” 

She shot a glance at him, wondering how she could be so annoyed and so grateful at the same time. From the beginning he had known her sleep to be a fragile thing, always on the verge of being broken and he had always done everything he could to protect it. Most times that was the only reason she got actual rest. But sometimes, it just made it more difficult to operate on other people’s much more normal schedule. She leaned over to grab her pants off of the back of the chair by the bed. 

“What are you wearing?”

She froze, letting the leggings drop back onto the chair before turning to him. The shirt was faded, too big for her and too thin from so many wash cycles over the years. She smoothed her hands down the wrinkled front before resting them on her hips. “What? 

“Eva…” 

“Is this not appropriate for fishing?” She couldn’t fathom anything more appropriate for traipsing through weeds and mud, but he was the expert. 

Then she realized with a start it wasn’t confusion in his eyes. It was desire. He confirmed it by stepping to her to pull her body against his, leaning down to scrape his teeth against her neck, and she already felt his hardness against her thigh. 

“This?” She pulled back to look at him incredulously, waving a hand at the shirt. “This does it for you?” She laughed when his eyes raked down her body before diving back into her. “You’re so weird.” But she couldn’t have fit more love into her words if she had tried. 

“Says the woman who gets turned on when I work on logistics reports.” He whispered the last two words against her ear and her hands tightened their grip on his biceps. 

She smiled as a shiver went through her from the lingering feeling of his warm breath on the shell of her ear. “I guess we’re two weirdos meant for each other.” He huffed a breath of a laugh against her neck before sucking at the delicate skin and she caught his wrist when his hand slipped between her thighs. “Isaac. We have to go.” 

“Baby. I don’t think you understand just how badly I need to fuck you in that shirt.” 

Eva gasped dramatically and found her best admonishing tone. “Admiral. That’s not…” Her voice started to falter when the tips of his fingers slipped past the fabric of her panties and found her clit. 

“…that’s not very becoming language…” Her gasp was real this time, holding his wrist and spreading her legs when his long index finger slipped inside of her. 

“…of a high ranking officer of the ah…” He slipped in another finger, moaning with her as they slid in and out, stretching and searching. She was dripping by the time she tugged at his hair with her other hand and she waited until he pulled back to look in her eyes before she said it. “Fuck me.” 

- 

“What took you guys so long?” Luca fell into step beside them, their boots crunching on the gravel path. His brows scrunched as he took a fishing pole from Isaac, glancing at the pond in the distance, its surface glittering golden in the sunlight. “The fish have probably all packed up and gone on vacation by now!”

“Eva had a wardrobe malfunction.” Isaac deadpanned and she slapped his arm. He smiled at her laugh before taking her hand. 

“Eva.” Even as he used his commanding voice Isaac couldn’t help but laugh with her, watching her roll around clutching her stomach. “Get off the floor and show me.” 

“Okay. Okay. Let me breathe.” Her first inhale was interrupted by more stifled laughter, but by the second one she had recovered. Her palms pressed into the floor behind her head and pushed, arching her back and kicking her legs to flip herself up onto her feet. 

Isaac watched the movement that seemed so simple to her and felt his jaw go slack. “Who just, regularly gets up from the floor like that?” He said it more to himself than anything. 

Eva adjusted her leggings and pulled off her N7 hoodie to just a tank top underneath. She wiped her tears of laughter away, blinking to clear her eyes. “Okay seriously this time. Spread your feet to shoulder width apart, and bend your knees.” She showed him the movement and waited for him to follow her instructions. “Now turn sideways, arms about this far away from your hips, and flex your hands-.” 

It’s not that she didn’t appreciate the interest or the effort. It was the way his eyebrows were almost touching and the way his tongue peeked out of his mouth in such concentration to achieve something as unimportant as her battle ready stance - and then miserably, utterly failing at it - that set her off. 

“Issac I can’t.” She collapsed over the back of the couch, roaring. “I can’t.” 

“This is ridiculous. I feel ridiculous.” He laughed harder the longer he watched her laugh. 

“No, not ridiculous.” She waved a hand at him, wheezing. “Cute.” 

“Cute.” He rolled his eyes, straightening into his full height. “It’s sexy when you do it.” 

“You don’t need a battle stance anyway.” She prepared to continue their conversation of the team’s battle dossiers, letting go of the couch, exhaling slowly and brushing the wet streaks off of her cheeks once more. “So as I was saying...shields are my main problem.”   

“So what you’re saying, is I do have a chance against you in a fight.” He jerked two thumbs at his chest. “Walking shield, remember?” 

“I didn’t say that, Cerillo, I could still kick your ass.” She shot him an exaggerated glare, her hands curled into fists resting on her hips. “But yes, that means you are literally…my weakness.” She sobered at that, catching the double meaning and a few seconds later, at the way he slowly crossed the space between them. 

He was, in every way, shape and form, her weakness. The weakness in her legs when he was inside her, the weakness in her heartbeat when he brushed too near her during on duty hours. The weakness in her words when she tried to hold them back. 

Finally reaching her, Eva’s hands slid into his hair when his arms slid around her waist. Lifting her face to him she waited while he studied her face. Then he brushed his nose against hers before giving her what she wanted. Her favorite thing about kissing him was the way he commanded it. His tongue was sure and his lips were giving. He took control, letting her make adjustments when she wanted, as if that was one more thing he didn’t want her to have to worry about. 

Before she knew it, his fingers were curling around her wrist, pulling her hand out of his hair and into his own. His feet shuffled between hers, other hand pressing against the lowest part of her back, and then they were dancing. Eva lost all track of time. It disappeared into kissing his lips, smiling at his smile, laying her head on his shoulder while he whispered things into her hair. The two slowly drifted around the spacious living quarters while soft music guided the tandem of their hips. Once she would have been most comfortable earlier, facing each other ready for battle. That place had been traded for the space between his arms.  

“I hate to ruin the moment.” She whispered it against his lips, and he groaned, knowing what was coming next. “But I have to go.” 

“Five more minutes.” She easily let him have it, his arm wrapping a little tighter around her as they swayed. “Eva. Will you let me take you on a real date someday?” 

She pulled back to look at him with a sly grin curling the edges of her lips. “Are you asking me out Sir?” 

“Yes. That is one hundred percent what I am doing.” 

“Okay. The answer is yes.” She laid her head against his chest, the sly grin turning into a true smile. “Will you buy me cotton candy? I miss cotton candy.” 

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Luca found her in the middle of the hallway somewhere between the mess and the lounge, staring at nothing, the cup in her hands had long since stopped steaming. 

“Eva?” 

She turned to him and he straightened, visibly jolting into alert mode. He knew her well enough to know that she would never be found in a public place with a look of despair, much less tears in her eyes. “What’s wrong?” Luca tucked the part he was holding into a back pocket and held his hands around her as if there were something he needed to be ready to catch, just in case.

His worried brown eyes scanned her for injuries when she didn’t answer. “I’ll get the Captain.” 

“No!” Her hand shot out to grasp his arm. “No.” She blinked then, scanning the surrounding area, realizing where she was and the personal risk that came with it.  

He knew instantly what her eyes said when they met his and he pried her hand off of his arm before sliding his own into it. “Come on, we’re going to my quarters, it’s closest.” 

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Her red painted nails curled around the mug even tighter when he tried to take it after she sat on his bed. “He’ll be waiting for this. I told him I’d get him some coffee. He can’t see me like this Luc, he’ll know. Look at my face, I probably have puffball face.” She pointed at herself before wiping at her eyes.

“Puffball face?” 

“Yes.” She sniffled, irrationally frustrated at him for not knowing the completely made up name. “You know when you’re crying and your face looks like a giant, red puffball.”  

“I don’t really know what a puffball-.”

“LUCAHECANTSEEME.”  

“Okay okay! Hang on, I got it.” His curls dropped, hiding his eyes as he tapped at his omni-tool. ‘Dear Captain. I have stolen Eva for a little while. I will return her to you after she has helped me perfect my left hook. Thanks, Luca.’ That good? Before I hit send?” She sagged in relief, nodding in thanks and finally let him take the cup from her hands.  

“I’m sorry. I was just… minding my own business, getting the coffee and then…one thought led to another…and it was like everything culminated into this one big…” She waved a hand and sighed. “I was just blind sighted.” 

“Are they good tears or bad tears?”

“Both.” 

“We don’t have to talk about it if you want. But I mean you being like this is kind of freaking me out – not because you’re not allowed to cry or anything - it’s just that you never do and I mean knowing you, this is – well, all I’m saying is if you want to talk about whatever it is, that would be totally fine with me - recommended, even, and… I’m rambling.” His sheepish smile evaporated when she covered her face with her hands. He moved closer to slide an arm around her shoulders and patted her leg. “Evie…how can I help? Just tell me what to do.”  

Her usual first step to any problem was to train, or draw, or some other way to decompress and clear her head. This one though, stopped her in her tracks and she couldn’t even make it to step one. She was stuck. Her head was too full of too much and she felt dizzy, caught in a whirlwind. But her remedy for calming the tornado inside herself was Isaac, and that was out of the question. So it came out in tears, instead. Now she was left with only one option: Get it out, or be swept away.

“I need you to swear on your life you won’t ever repeat this conversation to anyone.” 

“I swear.” 

“I’m serious Luca.” 

“I swear.”  

She opened her mouth and then shut it when the emotion threatened her again, swallowing against the burn in her throat. “I don’t know what to do. I’ve gotten in too deep and now there is no turning back and there is no way this turns out well for either of us.” 

“Okay I’m guessing this is about you and the Captain...Eva he is the best man you’ll ever find in the whole entire galaxy. And he’ll never hurt you.”

She pulled away, her blonde ponytail swaying when she shook her head. “I know.” 

“Then what’s the problem?” 

“No Luca, you don’t understand. I. Know.” 

“Know what?”  

She thought for the second time that day about the conversation she and Isaac once had, on his couch with her legs in his lap, asking him about love. She heard his voice in her head. ‘You’ll know.’