Resting
Word count: 398
Rating: K
Prompt: Goodbye kiss
Summary: The dangers of the day have long since passed, but is it a bad thing Anzu wants him to stay longer with them? Mid-series, Revolutionshipping.
"You know, it would be nice if you stayed with us more often," Anzu tells the Spirit.
He gives her an intrigued look, while packing his deck back into his pockets. Everything has been settled. Every villain's ass kicked and put into place. The day had been over since a long time, but most of the people in their group are still present here, their minds having probably not processed that they could now go back to their normal lives. A day full of danger... Anzu breathes in relief but a part of her can't help shivering deliciously at the still present rush of adrenaline in her veins - the glorious and empowering sensation you feel because danger has sharpened your senses.
It's something she assumes he has felt too, judging by the gleam in his eyes when he was dueling. To him, danger is no doubt just a big challenge.
To Anzu, the danger of addressing him is however a daunting task.
"I know everything is okay now, but-" she cuts herself, swallowing hard. The passing seconds in silence put a serious strain on her nerves but ultimately, she just laughs it away. It was all too ridiculous. "Why go back to the Puzzle already? It would be nice to have our savior of the day for victory celebrations!" She adds a wink for good measure. "Come on, it'll be fun. You deserved it."
Say yes. Please.
"That would be great, Anzu," the Spirit replies.
Then, you...!
"...However, I must admit to feeling deeply tired by these battles." He grins. "I can't even no longer think of dueling strategies. I am afraid I have to retreat. Perhaps you could do this with my partner. He's the one who hashed out the answers to me most of the time, after all."
"I see," is all she says.
But maybe because of adrenaline, the fact she really doesn't know when he's going to appear again, or knowledge the time when his soul returns where it belongs to draws near at every passing second, disappointment disappears. On a foolish impulse, Anzu finds herself soaking in the taste of his salty lips, the feel of soft bangs against her cheeks and his sweaty forehead pressed against hers.
A moment later, she draws away, reveling in the resulting blush on his lovely face.
Tugging playfully at his bang: "So long, poor lonesome cowboy."