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Calculus

"Hey Tazzy, look what I found," called Up as he sorted through a box of books at the back of Taz's closet. He was helping her pack up her stuff to be moved to his room, their room now. Now that they were engaged the Galactic League had okayed their application for shared living quarters.
Taz swung around from where she had been sorting her clothes into boxes and her eyes widened when she saw what the older man was holding. That damn calculus book. "Ugh, why do I still have that?" she groaned, sauntering over to him before sitting down crossed-legged. Up leafed through the pages with a smirk on his face. "Throw it out!" she laughed as she tried to grab it but Up swatted her away as he eyed the doodles she had drawn on the margins almost ten years ago. "Looky here, some of your tests. Jeez Taz, I forgot how bad you were," he joked, pulling out the dog-eared pages littered with red 'x' marks. She scowled at him, grabbing the book and flicking through it, muttering about how much she hated the subject. "But, hey, at least you passed your final test," he said nudging her arm playfully. "Barely," she chimed in as Up smirked. "Well you can't deny that you had an excellent teacher," he joked. Taz poked her tongue out at him, but something caught her eye on the corner of the last page of her old book, which now laid splayed open on the floor.
Scrawled in swirling handwriting in a bright red ink and surrounded with small blue love hearts was 'Taz Loves Up', in the opposite corner the same handwriting, in blue ink this time, wrote 'Up' inside a big red heart. She tried to flip the book shut the book but Up had already seen it. "Did that say…?" he asked a smile twitching at his lips. "Maybe…" Taz ducked her head so he wouldn't see her growing blush. He pried the book from her grasp and chucked at the schoolgirl drawings. "Now I remember why I kept it," she said, lolling her head onto his shoulder. "You're so sweet," he smiled, looping his arms around her waist, still holding the book. "Jesus, I was so lame," she groaned, burying her head in his chest. Up lifted her head with one finger under her chin so he could look into her eyes, "Ssh, I think it's cute." He leaned down and caught her lips, neither letting her go or breaking the kiss.

Needless to say the packing was forgotten and instead replaced with hours of kisses, only broken to whisper loving words.

Tough

There was no doubt in any G.L.E.E Rangers mind that Taz Lopez was tough. She had come a long way from the day Up had found her strung up in a tree, tear stains on her face and her pretty pink dress all tattered and bloody. She had proven to everyone that she was strong, she was one of the best Rangers they had ever had.

Yes, there was no denying she was tough. But Up could see past that. He knew she still ached with the pain of loss. He knew she still got scared and that the nightmares never went away. Now as she lay shaking in his arms with tears streaming from her face the evidence spoke for itself. Taz was tough but behind it all she was still the terrified 15-year-old girl in the ragged dress stained with the blood of her family, she still needed someone to hold her until she fell asleep. And Up would be that someone for as long as she needed him.

Kiss

Every kiss they shared was different and special.
There were the gentle ones, like in the morning when they woke in each other's arms or before they went to sleep last thing at night.
There were the teasingly passionate ones that left them wanting more, shared in passing in a dark corner of the ship or as a taste of what was to come later on.
They shared spectacularly romantic kisses in the rain or with a wonderfully picturesque sunset as their backdrop, just like a movie.
There were chaste kisses, soft pecks during cuddles and languid, long make out matter what the kiss was like, where it was or how long it lingered, as long as their lips were connected they both felt lighter than air.

Thrill

Sergeant Kennedy marched across the footbridge, the tinny ding of his boots echoing through the otherwise quiet corridor. Patrols were boring today, nothing special. He minded his own business until the noise of two people giggling followed by some muffled whispers sounded from underneath him. Leaning over the metal railing he spied two shadowed figures- a man and woman kissing in the dark space beneath the bridge. "Hey! Move it along down there!" shouted the young man as the two skittered off further into the darkness in a melee of laughter and Spanish. "Damn kids, he muttered before continuing his patrols.

Taz and Up couldn't stifle the laughter bubbling from their mouths as the held each other in the shadows. The thrill they got from acting like two horny, in love teens was one battle they'd never win.

Superstition

It was the morning of Taz and Ups wedding. The weather was perfect; a bright blue sky dotted with fluffy white clouds like brushstrokes, a barely there breeze that when it did blow it was warm and balmy, the sun shone brightly and it was just the right temperature, not too warm that the entire wedding party would be sweating within minutes. Everything had arrived, the flowers, the food and the out of town guests. But yet, even though they were about to become man and wife, neither Taz or Up was completely happy.
The rest of the crew had vowed to keep them from seeing each other before the ceremony, saying it was some annoying superstition. "Tazzy, it's bad luck for the bride and groom to see each other before the wedding! Now come on, we have a lot of work to do!" insisted February as she ushered Taz down the corridor, away from the Commanders room. Taz fought the urge to slap her but instead let herself be dragged to the science officer's room where she would be poked, prodded and made over.

Up sat lazily on the overstuffed armchair in the Common room, tapping his foot repeatedly as the other guys chatted and joked. "Y'okay man?" called Krayonder. Up forced a smile, "Yeah, can I go see Taz now?" The four other men turned to him saying, "No," in unison.
"Naw, man. It's superstition yano? Look it's only two more hours," continued Krayonder before returning to his conversation with Tootsie. Up sighed and slugged his beer again as his brother walked over to him. "Ya'll right?" asked Dan.
Dan, or Dash as he was nicknamed, was his older brother and had come especially for his baby brothers wedding to be best man. They hadn't seen each other in years, since Up left to join the Starship Rangers and Dash stayed on Earth and joined the marines. They had the same blue eyes and Dash's hair was equally silver as his brothers, cut into a buzz cut and a smaller, neatly trimmed moustache and beard on his face. "Yeah, m'all right. Just all this superstition hokum is a bit of a downer, yano?" he said. Everyone had noticed that Up's Southern accent had got considerably thicker since his brother arrived. Rising from his chair he continued, "I need a cigar." "Want me to come with?" called Dash. Up shook his head before slapping his brother on the back with a smile and made his way to the door. "Don't even think of going to see Taz!" shouted the rest of the guys. Up smirked to himself, "Yeah right."

"Taz! Come on we want to see how you look!" called February. It'd been a tough morning and the blonde had drank almost all the Champagne herself. Taz had tried to escape to see Up at least six times and the novelty had worn thin. The bathroom door opened and out came Taz. "Oh my," said Specs.
They had never seen Taz like this before. Her hair was almost to her shoulders and styled in soft waves, her dress was made from bright white silk, strapless and synched in at the waist with the skirt going to just about mid-calf. "I look stupid," said Taz slamming herself down on the bed and grabbed the Champagne from February, slugging heartily from the bottle. "No no no no nooo Tazzy! You look beautiful," squealed February as she started to tear up. "Christo," muttered Taz, seeing her opportunity to escape while Specs, Mega Girl and the other bridesmaid, Dash's girlfriend Ariel, fused around February and finished getting themselves ready. She snuck to the door and was almost out the door when the saw her. "Hey!" called Specs, as if that would stop her.
Taz whipped out the knife she had strapped to her thigh with her garter and held it threateningly at them. "I'm going out for some air. Don't bother following me," she said, backing out. She shut the door and pressed her back to the cool metal wall, taking a deep breath before taking off down the hall. She was going to find Up.

The two searched the corridors seeking each other out, but literally missed the other by minutes every time. Now Up sat out on the deck enjoying the sun on his skin and the taste of smoky tobacco from his cigar. Guess I'll just see her at the altar, he thought as he pictured Taz walking down the aisle. With a sigh he heaved himself off the ground and leaned on the railings, after a minute of just staring out at the view he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see the most beautiful girl. "Hey," she said, tears stinging her eyes at the sight of the man that would be her husband in just under an hour's time. He wore his dress uniform, decorated with medals of bravery and honour. It's navy blue colour matching his silvery hair and bringing out the brilliant blue of his eyes. "Taz…we're…you're…Dead God, you're gorgeous," he said as he brought he closer, "Are you even real?" She laughed and leaned up to him. "Si," she said and kissed him gently. He brought his hands to her tiny waist; the material of her dress was soft and silky under his fingers. Pressing her head against his, she whispered, "I've wanted to do that all morning." He kissed her again, more passionately this time, before drinking in the sight of his bride once more. "Something's missing," he muttered. Pausing, he took the fiery red gerbera from his jacket pocket and tucked it gently behind her ear. "There," he whispered before pecking her forehead.

They walked back together, hand in hand and mostly in silence. Up left her back at February's room. "See you at the altar," she said kissing him one last time and reluctantly said goodbye.

Not an hour later as he watched her walk down the aisle, trying to look graceful, his breath hitched like it was the first time he had seen her. The shared a mischievous smile before the ceremony began thinking they'd gotten away with meeting each other without everyone else knowing. But they all knew, both had come back in a considerably better mood than when they'd left. It just proved how much they needed and loved each other.

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