It was night in the blue base. Or at least, considering the time, it should be night. But since they were in a fucking canyon where the sun was shining all day long, it wasn't really day or night. So they just were going after the clock. And the clock was saying that it was night.
Ala woke up from a low rustling from the other bunk. Looking to the light of her clock, she could see that it actually was one in the morning. The dim light of the clock was shimmering green. Like the glowing-in-the-dark-sticker every child used to have. And she needed this clock. Sounds pretty fucked up, but she was afraid of the dark. She needed that little glowing thing to feel safe and able to sleep. Otherwise she wouldn't sleep at all and the next day she would look like a nervous zombie-like something.
It was new that Wash now was also living with them. Ala had somehow become a part of the blue team as she got locked up in the temple with Tucker. That's how everything changed. So now, they had a little problem. There were three guys and one girl and three rooms. So who should sleep at whos.
There was Tucker who didn't want sleep in one room with Caboose because of his horrible day and night rhythm. Also not Wash. But the freelancer also didn't want to be sleeping with Tucker in one room as the black guy was always sleeping naked. Even though Tucker wanted to sleep in one room with Ala they decided that she would get her own room. But the bickering went on and finally Wash decided that Caboose and Tucker would share a room until they would have cleaned the fourth room, where different stuff was laying in, Caboose, Tucker and Alpha had been throwing in over the years.
So they ended up in giving Ala the room in the middle, whilst Washs was to Alas left and the room of Caboose and Tucker would be to her right. And she already made pretty clear that every guy who would come in without her previous invitation would be shot. That especially counting for Tucker.
In the middle of the night the black haired awoke and toddled sleep drunken to the toilet. After that, she got herself a glass of water and toddled back towards her room. But just before she reached her room, she heard a low whine. It wasn't much louder than the cheeping of a mouse. But Alaska heard it nonetheless. It was Washs voice. She knew the voices of the guys. And this was definitely Wash. Going to the door to Washingtons room she knocked carefully. "Wash? Can I come in?" No answer. Now slowly opening the door, she carefully risked a glance through the ajar door. Letting her eyes adjust to the dark and peeking over to Washs bed, she could see that he was making these noises. He was struggling and tossing and turning in his bed. "Wash?"
There only was the struggling again, but he didn't seem to wake up. Carefully, the girl slipped through the door, closed it and tiptoed over to the bunk of Wash. "You okay?" Again no answer, just the rustling. She knew from a pal from the platoon she was in before, that she shouldn't try to wake them up. It could easily happen that they think to be in another nightmare. Or that they would hit you. You had to lead them out of their horrific dream. She often also had nightmares and some water helped a lot to cool down.
"Hey it's okay. You're having a nightmare." Spoke Ala lowly while she was sitting back on his bed, turning on the bedside light and putting the glass of water on the bedside table. But still there was no answer. A bit worried the black haired observed the sleeping figure who was tossing and turning on the bed. Sweat was glistening on his forehead.
Because of the dim light she was able to see it. Then his eyes were squeezed shut, his hands feeling over the blanket as if in search for something. As his left hand found hers, he grabbed it. His hand was cold and it hurt a bit as he squeezed the hand, holding onto it like a drowning person. Perhaps he only grabbed her hand because it was warm and felt comforting. Ala didn't know. But what she knew was that she didn't mind him doing that. She gently stroked with her free thumb over his hand while gain saying that everything was okay and just was dreaming. She hadn't ever witnessed Wash having a nightmare, so she didn't exactly know what to do, as every person was reacting in a different way when having such dreams.
But she hoped that she would be able to help him, just by acting like she always did, like he already knew her. They already knew each other very well. But there were stronger bonds like Carolinas and Yorks had been and less strong bonds like Maines and Wyomings. But Ala thought of hers to Wash as strong. Hey they were best pals after meeting each other some weeks ago.
Again Wash struggled, like he was running away from something. Ala was getting worried. He didn't seem to find out of his nightmare. "Hey Wash. Wake up. It's only a dream." She said with more emphasis. She wanted him to wake up and find out of his dream. And as if these words were a magic spell, the Freelancer suddenly shot up. Alaska only avoided a painful collision of their head in quickly ducking away. It was a normal reaction of someone having a nightmare and being woken up though, but it always was something unexpected. And it often ended in painful collisions when the other person wasn't reaction fast enough to avoid the hit.
Wash was sitting on the bed, sweating and panting heavily, obviously still out of it. "Wash?" Asked Ala cautiously. The grey eyes of the man settled on Ala, even though they still seemed haunted. They were restless traveling over her face, as if he was searching for an indicator that she would turn into a ghost of his dreams. But she wouldn't. Instead she worriedly looked at him. As she was sure that he would notice her, she asked: "You okay?"
"Uh, yeah, it's okay. Just… Just had a bad dream."
"Thought so. And you don't look like you're okay." Wash didn't give an answer, as he was wiping away the sweat with the sleeve of his shirt. Alaska took the opportunity and took the glass with water from the bedside table and gave it to Wash. "Here, drink a bit."
"I'm not thirsty." Washs tone was defensive. Obviously it was a bit embarrassing for him that she saw him in such a state. But Ala knew how you felt after nightmares and she didn't really care about the fact that she was seeing it. She wouldn't tell that Tucker or Caboose.
"Please Wash. It will help you." Insisted the black haired with a soft voice.
As it seemed like he hadn't enough energy to debate, the blonde just took the glass and took a small sip of it. As if he wanted to make her shut up and stop mewling.
"You look pale."
"Happens after a nightmare."
"Yeah, that's true. I often also have them."
Again the grey eyes landed on the girl. Searching for indicators that she was lying or telling the truth. Ala smiled again softly. She reacted very alike when waking up from a nightmare. "I'm telling the truth. I often have such nightmares. Waking up drenched in sweat and I sometimes need some minutes to cool down. A glass of water often help me with that. I also had a glass of water the night before yesterday."
"So that had been you yesterday in the kitchen then?"
Now Ala smiled awkwardly. "Well yes, I got up for a glass of water. Had a nightmare and needed some comfort. And that's my way to get it. I also often have a dry throat after a nightmare, so it helps to rehydrate it."
Wash didn't say a word, he just observed her. Obviously trying to find out why she was sitting on his bed. His thoughts were always clearly visible. Like written in big neon on his forehead.
"I heard you struggle when I was walking past your door. I was worried about you because I know how daunting such nightmares could be. I wanted to help you." Explained the woman the unspoken question. She better didn't mention that she actually more heard him whine than struggle, which would be really embarrassing. Would it even for her.
"Well, thanks then."
"You're welcome. I know that after such a dream you sometimes need some comfort." Carefully, the black haired reached out and wiped away a bead of sweat from Washs left temple, before drying her finger off at her pants. Wash only observed her, but she could see the slight confusion in his eyes. She only grinned at that.
"Now you don't seem that pale anymore. See, water helps." Stated Ala with a smile, just to make Wash feel a bit comfortable and make him forget the dream.
Focus on something else. That was also why she didn't ask what he dreamt. If people wanted to talk about it, they would begin themselves. But this tactic seemed to work as now also Wash seemed to be more in the mood to fool around a bit. The cold grip of fear obviously lost its hold around Wash and he also grinned again. He knew that Ala was doing it not because she had no tacts. It was to distract him from the nightmare.
"As long as you haven't used the glass before." Putting said object, which now was empty, back on the bedside table.
"Talking about indirect kisses? What if?" Ala always was a bit tempting, but until now, either she nor Wash really made attempts of going further.
"Well, what would you say?" Wash was still sitting on the bed, Ala on the edge. The woman had positioned herself that they would sit face to face. Washs blonde hair was still messy and his grey eyes seemed still a bit haunted. But he wasn't as pale anymore and the haunted expression faded from second to second. Ala was smirking.
"Nah, I'm not so into indirect kisses. Rather prefer the real ones."
"Oh, Yeah?"
"Yup, they're more fun than this childish behavior about indirect kiss." Really, only teens were making a fuzz about indirect kisses. What was that about anyway? There was no such things like indirect kisses. Unless you wanted to make fun of someone or kidding around.
Alaska really thought she would know Wash. Or at least so far that she could halfway predict his actions. But obviously she did not, as Washington proved her something else. Because Ala absolutely did not see that coming. Not at all. The blonde freelancer suddenly began to smirk ominous before he laid a hand on her cheek and leaned in to kiss her. He didn't hesitate to gently lay his lips on hers. It wasn't a forceful kiss, but also no insecure peck. It was a gentle and soft kiss.
As his lips met hers, she felt like her mind went blank. It wasn't like Washington was the first man to kiss her. But this here was somehow different. More intense. More thrilling. So it was more the mere reaction from her body than her own clear will operating as her eyes closed and she carefully kissed him back. The feeling of his lips against hers felt thrilling; it made goosebumps appear on her skin. His lips tasted a bit salty from the sweat. And they tasted like him. The special, personal mix of tastes every person had which made them unmistakable themselves. It was such a special mix, the one of Wash, Ala simply couldn't resist to kiss him back. She wanted to feel his lips on hers a little bit longer, wanted to taste this mix a bit longer to remember it.
As he licked over her bottom lip and asked for entrance, Ala granted it right away with a low sight. While the French Kiss got more intense, the girl let her arms sneak around Washs neck, whilst he was pulling her closer in wrapping the other arm around her waist. The hand was still laying on Alaskas cheek, carefully caressing the cheekbone there. Leaning a bit more in, she caused the Freelancer to lay back down.
If he didn't want to do that, she would have had no chance against a trained soldier like him. Sure they were both well trained, but you would notice it if he wouldn't be okay with your intentions. But obviously he didn't mind as he let himself slowly sink down on the bed, bringing the black haired with him. The woman was bracing her weight on her arms to not crush Wash, while she played with the blonde hair of his. Too soon for Alas liking, they had to separate to breathe, but Wash didn't let go of her. He was still holding her close. His other hand had been wandered down from her cheek to her back, just to pull her again down in laying this hand in her neck and pull her down.
As they again separated, the black haired couldn't stop from smiling a bit silly. The lack of sleep and oxygen and the thrill of them kissing made her head swim in happiness and thinking clearly was out for the count anyway.
"You feel better now, Wash?" Alaskas voice was a mere whisper. She felt like loud talking would kill this special moment, this special feeling that was here at the moment.
"Definitely." The voice of the blonde wasn't any louder, his grey eyes now looking directly in Alaskas aqua-blue ones.
"So then you'll go back to sleep?"
"Mhm. You stay?"
"Sure."
As Washington got the confirmation of his roommate, he turned around on his right side, her still holding in a close embrace.
"Next time you have a nightmare or just need some comfort, just come over, okay?"
"Mhm."
"Promise?"
Ala moved a bit to be able to look in Washs face. She saw concern and sincerity in it. But also a soft and caring expression. Leaning up she again caught his lips in a short kiss, before answering: "Promised." Cuddling closer to Wash, burying her face in his chest and listen to his strong and regular heartbeat Ala fell asleep right after Wash. And this time Ala didn't need her glowing clock to sleep. It seemed like when Wash was around she would be able to sleep without it.
