Just a little something that hit when I was drunk. Just a little bit of Polly/Mal fun, rated for swearing and shmexshy themes, nothing graphic or anything like that. Just a bit of a laugh, well it made me chuckle to write it.
Oh Shit.
That was all that Polly could think, there was a dull pounding behind her eyes and her tongue felt furry. Taking a moment to assess the situation she quickly found that she had all of her body parts and was not in a gutter. Well that was good wasn't it? She was almost sure that she was back at base, which was good too right? These things were almost good enough to make up for the fact she was almost certainly naked, right?
Oh Shit.
She tried to remember what the hell had happened the night before and winced. Hopefully no one else would remember what had happed; she shifted ever slightly and confirmed what she had only feared up until now. She was not alone in the bed.
Oh Shit.
Her arm was resting over her eyes and she was in no mood to move it yet. All she could think was please don't let it be Private Mikhail; Mal would never let her live it down if it was. But no, sweet relief, it could not be. She and Mal had drank the rest of them under the table, dragged them back to base then gone back out. Not matter what he boasted about being able to ruin women in his sleep there was no way that he would be able do anything the state he was in when they had dropped him off at the gates.
Oh Shit.
They had gone back out after they had dumped the others back at back at base. It had been just the two of them. Drinking. Drinking more then she had ever drunk before. Drunk enough, in fact, to lean into Mal and say slurring and smirk 'Hey, hey Mal, Mal g-guess what? I'm, I'm, Mal I'm Gay'. She had outed herself. Well if she had to pick someone then it would have been Mal.
Oh shit.
Had Mal really leaned in so there had hardly been an inch between them and said grinning 'Polly, Polly, I fucking know. I've known since the day I meet you and, and me too'
Oh Nuggen above.
She eased her arm up of her face to see the person lying next to her. Her hands were behind her head and there was a cigarette between her lips.
Mal court Polly's eyes and said with a broad grin that was almost a smirk "Morning"
She looked very, very pleased with herself.
Like I said just a bit of fun inspired by smooth Scottish whisky when I really should have been writing my other fics. Anyway pleas rate and review! You guys are great and pleas be lovely to each other!