A/N: I had fun with this, enjoy. Song is Hands on You by Ashley Monroe
I wish I would've laid my hands on you, shown you a thing or two,
I wish I would've pushed you against the wall, lock the door and bathroom stall, windows, and the screen,
I wish you would've laid your hands on me, that kind gon' bring me to my knees,
I wish I would've let you lay me down, 'cause I wouldn't be here wishing now,
I wish I would've laid my hands on you,
DPOV
He had somehow agreed that they could take a break from the stakeout to catch a song or two from the band that was playing at some dingy and dirty bar. He's been working with Vanya for a while now, in secret. It had started off simply enough. She'd been holding her clipboard and overseeing his practice like Sir Reginald had taught her.
At some point, months earlier, she'd decided that her long brown hair was nothing more than an irritant that got in the way. She'd shown up to breakfast one morning with hair no longer than Five's was before he disappeared. It shocked them all. At first, Reginald had accused Allison of making her do it and Allison's eyes had welled with tears until Vanya had scoffed loudly and exclaimed that Allison couldn't make her do a thing and why would she even want to.
Sir Reginald had asked why she'd cut it then and she'd asked why he cared. They'd all stopped to stare at her blatant disrespect. None of them talked to Reginald that way. None of them.
He'd harrumphed and went back to his meal as she'd taken her seat at the table. It wasn't brought up again, surprisingly. Even when it was just the two of them later that night.
And, when she'd been left in charge of his knife practice while Sir Reginald ran a group practice she'd watched him for all of thirty minutes. He knew he was being sulky, especially for someone his age. Seventeen, nearly eighteen, and he was pouting about being punished because of a bad throw on a fake mission. He was barely trying because the bad throw was actually due to Allison not watching where she was running and he'd had to curve the blade at the last second. But, he'd never tell Sir Reginald that. He'd just watch Allison more carefully.
Vanya had finally stood up, declared practice over, and told him to follow her. He still doesn't know why he did, but he did.
They'd went to an empty library in the house and Vanya had closed the doors before running at him wildly. He'd been so surprised that she'd knocked him down at first. It only took seconds for him to subdue her and he'd been about to jump away when he realized she was shaking. He thought he'd hurt her until loud laughs filled the room.
"You have to show me how to do that!" She'd exclaimed.
From then on they took turns showing each other things from their different sides of life instead of only hanging out at home. But no one ever knew. He'd sneak her out on patrol with him and he'd sneak away on nights when others patrolled and go listen to bands with her. They'd snuck out on their eighteenth birthday just a month ago and wandered the city until daybreak. No one noticed.
He'd been on a stakeout on the roof of a building tonight, having snuck her out with him. After a couple of hours she'd convinced him that it wouldn't hurt to go to the bar a few blocks over and check out a new band that she'd heard about.
Now, lying in bed as the sun is still trying to raise itself into the sky, he can't stop thinking about her.
The band had been punk with a deep blues twist and Vanya had convinced him to let her dance. He'd stayed on the edges of the floor as he'd watched her. She'd looked so at ease swaying to the beat.
After the first song, she pulled him onto the floor with her.
Diego can't stop thinking about the way she moved against him in the heat of the bar. For so long, he's had this thing for her that he's tried so hard to hide. Her attitude and style, her humor and snark, so much about her appeals to him. Their easy friendship still shocks him, years later.
Finding himself pushing their boundaries was not what he'd expected to come out of the night.
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