A/N: Just seen WWRY. OH MY ACTUAL GOD.
I'll save my gushing for later. This is a smidge AU, just a little story of what could have happened. Only ever seen this once, sorry for canon errors, and anything OOC.
Hasn't been beta'd or anything, but I just really needed to write something.
Concrit and all reviews are welcome!
The stars are winking in a frosty sky, over the barren landscape. The only sign of life for miles is a small beaten up caravan.
Two people sit inside, on a pile of blankets.
One; the girl with dark red hair, is talking none stop, while the other; the boy in the leather jacket, just watches her, astounded.
"And it wasn't as if those little wankers had any right whatsoever to keep track of us. I mean, that's a total breach of human rights!"
Scaramouche continues, oblivious to Galileo staring blatantly at her.
"If anything, we should arrest them! Honestly, it's just…"
Galileo coughs loudly. She stops babbling and looks at him, irritated.
"What?!" she snaps, causing him to flinch slightly, "Am I annoying you, or something?"
He opens his mouth to deny it, but reconsiders. He nods his head sheepishly.
She raises one eyebrow and smirks.
"Tough. So anyway I'm pretty sure those microphone thingies could even be reprogrammed, if I tried hard enough…"
She continues. Galileo's countless attempts to cut in are futile. He rolls his eyes and rubs his temples, feeling a savage headache on the rise.
Scaramouche's eyes are lit up. She has suddenly in the midst of a whole new idea, and if she can just figure it out loud, she can surely…
Out of the blue, she is silenced immediately by his lips inexplicably on hers. There is a sudden mixture of annoyance from being interrupted, confusion (What the hell was he doing?!) and a different, gut exploding, head spinning feeling all together.
Deciding not to question, she wraps her arms around his neck as she can feel his hands on her waist, feeling dizzy and light headed, her stomach twisting violently.
The aching curiosity and also the need for oxygen break them apart.
"What the bloody hell was that?"
Her retort is supposed to be sarcastic and biting, but it somehow comes out as soft and bewildered, like a frightened animal.
He stares back at her, shocked. He was actually kissing her and she was kissing him back and the smell of her hair and the feel of her in his arms are whirling around in his mind, but he never considered the consequences of actually going for it and now she's asking and he will have to tell her that he loves her and everything is going to go wrong.
She repeats her question, the tone slightly more pressing.
There is nothing else to do. He has to say it. He is definitely going to say it.
"S-sorry…it was the only thing that would shut you up."
She deflates visibly.
Maybe not.