I haven't been around for a while, and I have a bad habit of not continuing fanfics, but hopefully this'll work out as drabbles aren't that demanding. Each chapter will probably range in series time, but hopefully you'll be able to figure out when it's happening by context.
Hope you enjoy, and please review or whatever to motivate me to actually update, haha.
Drabble 1: Popcorn
"Hey, comrade," she yawns, almost lethargic in movement as she slowly sits up. He's stunned, as usual, by that mane of dark hair, those dark eyes—even half-closed and reflecting the movie playing onscreen. A small smile plays on her lips as she catches his overt gaze.
"What?" His voice is barely a whisper, rough as sandpaper. Excruciatingly slowly, she comes closer, to the point of leaning over him. Her torso hovers just inches from his own, and she's still lowering herself—
"Got it," she grunts, finally reaching the bowl of popcorn. Crossly, she throws a kernel at him with that acute accuracy which years of target training has established. "Thanks for being an obstacle between me and my food. A six-foot-seven obstacle."
He opens his mouth with reflexes that rival hers, grinning as he catches it midair, chews. "No obstacle, no matter how abnormally tall, could separate Rose Hathaway and food for long." Then he shakes his head, mumbling something incoherent and seemingly frustrated.
"What's that?" she inquires, her tone light and innocent.
"I said you're a tease, Roza," he says, and she laughs. So hard, in fact, that she nearly chokes a little on the popcorn. And he's never loved her more.