Title: grass and mud
Summary: They're all connected, whether they like it or not. Ten against the world. / He's outlining a series of twinkling lights, twisting his fingers into figures and shapes but Joy has no idea what he's drawing.
Warning/Spoiler: None.
Rating: T
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Mick/Joy
Author's Note: It's a long story (and I still don't ship it.) Go follow me on Tumblr. Original prompt: Joy and Mick, stargazing, digimon themed? from anonymous.
grass and mud
Her finger traces shapes in the sky, outlining a small dog. "Canis Minor," says Joy, her other hand intertwined with his.
"Small dog?" says Mick with a small frown, tilting his head so that blonde strands mingle with her brown ones. She scoots closer to him, ignoring the way her shirt rides up so blades of grass tickle her skin, letting her arm fall on his chest.
"Actually," she says, the corners of lips curling upwards, "it's lesser dog. But close enough." His laugh is a loud bark, breaking the silence of the night around them, but she has to smile because he's adorable.
Mick glances downwards and catches her smile. "What?"
"You're cute."
"Yeah I know," says Mick, the grin on his face betraying his seriousness and Joy rolls her eyes. "Hey, is that something?"
He's outlining a series of twinkling lights, twisting his fingers into figures and shapes but Joy has no idea what he's drawing. "Um - what exactly am I looking at?"
"It's - a dinosaur! See," he says, grabbing the hand that rests on his chest and joining their index fingers together, "there's the feet and body and that - that's the tail and over there is the head."
If she's honest, Joy's not paying attention to the dinosaur or his words because Mick's smile shines brighter than all the constellations and her skin is warm where he touches her. "I see it," she says softly, her eyes locked upon the corner of his mouth.
"Reminds me of this show - not Pokemon - "
But her lips are on his and he tastes of generic chap-stick and smells like wet grass and mud and his hair is so soft. It takes a moment, but his hand slides up her side and through her hair; his thumb caresses her check when her lips leave his for a moment. Mick smiles, forehead against her own, before raising an eyebrow.
"Hmm, I like it when you do that."
"I like it when I do that too," says Joy, laughing. She twirls a lock of his hair over her finger, her elbow in the mud and his arm around her waist again. Leaning over again, she bypasses his lips for his ear; her breath is warm and her whisper low and her stomach clenches with heat. "And I'm pretty sure you were thinking about Digimon."
Mick can't say anything after that.