Don't Lie to Me
A/N: Save me.
"There ain't nothin' beautiful about me. I'm just a gangly built tomboy that scares all the boys away, and that's that." Sandy said, arms wrapped around her 'tomboyish' frame.
That, according to one Shadow Timothy Hedgehog, was an absolute lie. Or at least that's what he realized a few weeks ago right after "The intercom incident" and he'd heard her laugh while Bryce complained. He realized that after his contract was fulfilled, it wouldn't hurt to spend four more days around her.
"If you scared all the boys away, then how am I lying in our bed?" he said, turning over to look at her.
She snorted, taking her eyes off her reflection. "You haven't gotten up yet, that's how." She replied, her arms wrapped more tightly.
"Good point," he mumbled, sitting up and putting his feet to the floor, "Gangly built, however, I prefer the term lithe. I love a woman who can kick my ass, and look graceful doing so."
Crossing the distance between the bed and bathroom, he grinned, watching her eyes narrow as he stood in front of her.
"I'm never lettin' you watch Cowboy Bebop again." Sandy said, looking back at the mirror and frowning.
Shadow sighed, replying, "You wanted me to. Also, I'm not done yet."
She waited, turning her head to look him in the eyes.
"As for that first line, I beg to differ. Sure, when we first met I thought you were pushy and overbearing." He started. "I also thought you were smart and as time passed I figured well, shit I'm done for. The dress didn't really help."
"Shadow,"
"And your legs are perfect." He said, biting the inside of his lip as Sandy huffed.
She looked at him, arms at her side as she leaned against the counter. She laughed, moving towards him. "That's sweet 'n all, but—"
"But it's true." he interrupted, "Even if you don't take my word for it."