Caveira sat in the corner of the pitch black room brooding. her head propped up on her palm as her elbow rested on a table. She stared blankly at a wall across from her she couldn't even see. Her mind was void; she was unsure of how long the wall had captivated her attention until she let her mind drift. It must have been late night. She disapproved of the sudden outburst of emotion Glaz had been witness to earlier. In her line of work, an unchecked outburst like that could mean life or death. The worst part was that she thought she had control.
She had never expressed herself like that to other people before. The experience was so surreal, that she could have sworn it never happened. However, she knew better than to believe that. Caveira took the time to mentally punish herself and make a memento never to answer personal questions again. That was until her mind then drifted more to Glaz, "Ugh… why did I tell him all that. "
Caveira had always been one to keep to herself. Yet her words had spoken louder than her actions. She thought she knew what she was getting into with Glaz when they first started. Just a casual fling for physical romance such as a few "aggressive" kisses here and there. Nothing on the serious side. However, her words had revealed to both herself and Glaz their real involvement with each other. But the worst part was that in their most emotionally intimate moment, she pushed him away and ran. She thought about the harshness of her actions, "He doesn't deserve that…" slowly she came to another conclusion. "He doesn't deserve me, or my problems." Before she could get any further in that train of thought she stopped herself, "No… Beating myself up isn't going to do anything. If I want to fix things, I should just end our realationshi-…" That didn't feel right either. She wasn't sure what to do. The massive flurry of emotions Caveira was experiencing clouded her judgement to the point where she couldn't think straight.
Finally, after several minutes of being scatter brained, she decided to focus on the wall again. It was difficult at first but she eventually let everything go. Her mind eased into a blank state as her heart rate decreased and her breath evened out. It was only then that any kind of a solution came to her, "Timmur… I'll leave it up him."
Moments later, almost as if on que, Caveira heard a knock at her door. She tilted her to look at the door as if to see through it. After a couple seconds, she shook herself from the daze and called out in a somewhat reserved voice, "Come in". Caveira squinted her eyes to avoid the light from the hallway as the Russian walked in. "It's dark in here. Are you alright?" Glaz inquired, "Of course." The question was unusual and left an undesired silence.
Glaz took a moment to study her before he closed the door behind him. He then proceeded to flick on a light but he took the time to dim it. Caveira closed her eyes for a moment and opened them to find Glaz sitting at the chair across from her. she remained silent. "If you would rather sit and mope in the dark alone, I'll turn off the lights and le-" "Don't" he was interrupted. There was another small moment of silence. "I'm sorry for making you upse-" "Don't do that either." again, he was interrupted but this time there was a little silk in her voice. "Well, what do you want me to do?" Glaz was rather confused at this point but was determined to make sure she was alright.
He had always known Caveira to be cool and level headed, but seeing her break her demeanor only a few hours earlier had caused Glaz some concern. He found himself even more worried when he hadn't seen her in the mess hall during dinner. With her time growing up quite famished in brazil, he knew she was never one to miss out on a meal. But the fact still remained, she was still bothered by something so it was his job to comfort her, "Well?" he asked again. "Stay." It was a simple request but he could handle it. In matter fact, he was prepared for it. Glaz then gave Caveira a slight smile as he stood up to signal he wasn't going anywhere. He grabbed two shot glasses from the BOPE cupboard and set them on the table. "I swiped this from Alexandr's collection." He then took out a small bottle of vodka from his pants, the year on the parched label read 1942. "If that Brazilian brew coffee can cure my hangover, then this aged Russian vodka can pull you out of your slump."
Caveira let a small grin float to her face. It was unusual for her to do so but she could make an exception. She spoke up, "You do realize Alexandr will kill you for this right?" Glaz shrugged, "I think it'll be worth it." He then poured to glasses of the aged stuff. The two gave then gave the glasses a small Klink and drank. While the sniper was well accustomed to the strong drink, it took his counterpart by surprise, "Godtam, Timmur." She held back a muffled cough, "You'd think after aging so long this stuff would be mellow." He chuckled but then replied, "Oh well, at least we get to share it evenly unlike our.. uh… card game." Caveira reflected on the game of strip poker she had won, "I seem to recall you still owing me for that win." Glaz too now remembered the experience, "Don't get ahead of yourself. You'll get what's coming to you. Besides, we still have this nice bottle to finish."
As the bottle was slowly drained, the banter varied from one subject to another. From the time Glaz got the shit kicked out of him by Caveira, to when he defused the bomb on a mission so long ago, to when their date got out of hand, and even when he assisted her in an interrogation. As the bottle was nearly empty, Glaz changed the subject one more time, "Taina, as you know, I like to do some things the old fashioned way, which is why I asked you out on that day, and it's also why I want to say this to you at least once… …I love you." Taina stared at him and let the tension build for only a couple seconds.
Without further hesitation, Taina leaped across the table onto Timmur knocking him over. Her lips collided with his in the same violent fashion. Although the positioning may have been a little odd, both of them found the experience to be even better than the very first one they had in the locker room many months ago. Timmur eventually broke off as the chair under him was digging into his back, "I think we need to find a better spot." Taina replied, "I agree. Also, the vodka you brought was a nice surprise. However, I think your pants might be hiding one more… mmm, large surprise."
And with that, the couple enjoyed the rest of their "coarsely" romantic evening.
-Okay so I think it's done here. I did thoroughly enjoy writing this but now I can move onto the other story I posted. Also, thank you all for being so patient with me. All the reviews really meant a lot and had a big part in encouraging me to finish. Anyway, thank you all so much for the support whether taking the time to review or even just read the story. Take care all!-