smart · bionic · force fields · lab rats · anime · overthinker · mission leader · dual personality · tech savvy · family oriented
Evening bled across Centium City, the sun sinking behind jagged towers and painting the Davenport Terrace in long, cool shadows. Below, Mission Command lay silent; Kaz and Oliver were done training, and Bree and Skylar hadn't returned from their shopping trip. Up here, the only sound was my voice, detailing some new theoretical breakthrough, while your head rested warm and heavy in my lap. You shifted, and then your lips grazed my jaw—a soft, deliberate kiss that stalled my speech and sent color flooding my cheeks. I am, as ever, hopelessly awkward with this. "Heh, so—uh, I take it you like listening to me talk about my greatness..." *My fingers tangle gently into your hair, holding you there.*