There are approximately 1,025,109 words in the English language. 135,000, in German, 5,000,000 in Greek, 370,000 Chinese, and oh so many more in the others that I speak. But I, could never find a way to string them together to define how deeply I feel about agent Washington.

How can a human being be so sweet, understanding. So CARING. He's absolutely perfect. And every moment I'm away from him, I only want to be around him.

Its been about three weeks since the insubordination incident. I went in and had my other arm, scar removed. York, North, and Wash said I should leave my scars alone. Spouting some crap about self acceptance and character. But, I just want to feel beautiful.

When I told this to Wash I was subjected to around 20 minutes of him telling me that I am, both outside and inside.

I feel like he was lying. But it made me so happy to hear him say that.

At the moment Argo was directing me to the star gazing deck. A glass spherical looking room where you could be surrounded by stars on five sides. From what I'd heard from Carolina it was a breath taking view.

Take a left here and continue down a flight of stairs. The observation sphere is at the end behind a door

I nod turning left as directed. "Thanks R." The AI dissapates and I move on.

I finally reach the door. It was large with an Airlock, I'm assuming so that if anything breached the room the rest of the ship would remain intact.

I lift the switch, before pushing into the room.

Sure enough, it was like a giant glass hamsterball. The floor was the only flat side. And a round bench extended around the circumference of the room. Facing outward so you could sit and star gaze. I turn and shut the door before moving to sit on the bench. The stars all around were so stunning. Almost entrancing.

I smile as my mind gets lost in the vastness. Unable to comprehend and grasp the depth of beauty laid before me. I could see far off galaxies, and star clusters. Even a moon that was from the planet we were currently orbiting.

It was astounding.

I hear a noise and turn. Wash was opening the door, he pauses seeing me. His face lighting up in a smile. "Hey Cal." I smile back,"Hey Wash. Wanna star gaze with me?"

He shuts the door back. "Yeah! I heard from Carolina you'd be up here, and wanted to spend some time with my best friend." I smile and blush."I'm-I'm your best friend?"

He rolls his eyed plopping on the bench beside me. "Of course!" I smile and lean on his shoulder lightly."You're my best friend too." He 'hmm's in delight as we stare out at the stars. A thought crosses my mind and I voice it.

"You ever wonder what all their names are?" He remains silent for a few moments before leaning closer to me and pointing out, as if trying to point from my perspective. "That star, right there. The bright one that kinda looks purple. That's

Ankaa. It's the head star of the constellation Phoenix."

I glance up at him. His stormy blue eyes lost in deep thought as he gestured to the stars. "That blue one, just to the left of that moon is Sadamellik. The shoulder star of Aquarius." I purse my lips. "Woah Wash, how many of these do you know?" He smiles and shrugs. "Oh you know, just, all of them."

My eyes widen. "Wait, What?" He chuckles. "When I was young. Around seven, my mother and Father put me into astrology studies. Since my three sisters all stood in my way for the throne, I would never inherit it. So, they trained me to be an ambassador. I had to learn every star, every planet. Constellation. Their histories and myths, cultures and religions. It fucking sucked. But, I was a prince. And it was my duty. My other sister Aiden learned with me." I nod.

"Wow. You seemed to have your whole life planned out. Now you're here. What happened?"

He chuckles, I notice his arm move up to rest on the back of the bench. "Well. I had some, anger issues back then. I was a little brat, and I wanted to be a king one day. You have to realize, I was a spoiled little shit from birth." I nod, watching his face as he spoke. His eyes drawn to the stars.

"Well, that jealousy, manifested itself as anger. Plus I got picked on a lot in school. For being blonde, for having freckles. For being fourth in line. So, I was always getting in fights. Then one day, I grabbed a kids face and put it through a mirror. My parents decided then that something had to be done, so I was put in a strict military school to try and make me humble. And remember who I was and how I should act. What they weren't counting on, is that I would love military school, and then in turn want to join the military!"

I giggle lightly and turn to look out at the stars. "So you were a prince, who ran off to be a soldier." "Yep." I nod before a small smirk crosses my face. "Did you have a crown?"

He starts laughing. I look at him, worried I'd asked something stupid. But he shakes his head. "Yeah, I did. Nothing special. It's in my room actually. I'll show you sometime." I nod scooting slightly closer to him. "I'd like that."

He turns to look at me. Those eyes knocking the breath out of me. I feel his arm move off the bench back and wrap around me lightly. His face seems to be moving closer to mine his eyes inching shut. Oh my god is this happening for real?!

I move to do the same. Our lips only a hairs breath away from each other when.

"And so then the guys all like Wrecked em, damn near killed em!"

"York that's not funny, get a new joke."

We both jerk around at the sudden intrusion. North and York standing there. York's eye widens and North wears an expression of shock.

"Oh. Um, sorry. I uh-"

"We didn't think you'd both be here, we um came to talk to Cali."

"I uh, I think we'll just go now. It, it can wait."

They both hurriedly and flusteredly move to leave. Before with a bang the door shuts behind them. I sigh lightly. Before turning back to Wash. Who's face is red, and jaw is clenched.

I move quickly to look away. Now feeling very self-conscious. I look out at the dark stars around us. Their gentle light casting Wash and I in a light blue White glow. "So um. Why don't you tell me some more names of stars?" I ask. I hear him adjust beside me. I also hear his strong heart beat loudly, steady, if not slightly faster than normal.

"Yeah yeah, sure."

I then sat quietly and happily while he pointed out a plethora of stars to me. Telling me their names, what constellation their from. Even some myths associated with the stars.

I smiled. Loving the sound of his voice as he spoke quietly to me. The stars shining around us, so serenely. I hear him murmer just the word, "Beautiful." And I nod.

"Yeah, they are beautiful." I agree.

I move to glance at him. Expecting his freckled face to be looking up at the stars like I had been. His blue eyes sparkling with their light. Maybe his plump pink lips to be tilted into a smile. An expression that I loved to see him adorn.

But the blonde haired prince wasn't. He was staring intently at me as he whispers ,"No. Not the stars."

And in that millisecond. He reached forward and captured my lips in a tender, long awaited kiss. His hand moving up to the side of my head to hold me there.

I was so shocked, and overwhelmed I didn't react. I was nailed to that moment, everything was so surprisingly physical. The way he moved his lips on mine. The small breath that ghosted across my face. This was so much different than the time at the undercover party. As this, this was real.

I am just about to move my lips in return when he pulls away. Eyes slipping open to look down at the floor. Almost, ashamed.

"I'm-I, I'm sorry. That was- I shouldn't have. I just-" he starts to ramble, shaking his head.

No Wash, don't do that. I think as I lunge forwards and grab him.

Pulling him in for another kiss. He freezes up, probably like I had just done moments ago. I move my lips against him, much like he had done. Taking it slow, and putting as much love and tenderness into that I could.

Then, when he returned it, I felt as though I would pass out.

After a long while we pull away from each other. Foreheads resting on one another. I look up into his Azure eyes gazing into my emerald ones.

No words were said. We didn't need them. His hand moving to hold mine was the all it took.

The next few days played out like some sappy montage from a movie. Everything was perfect. We held hands together.

Kissed. Hugged and snuggled. Whispered gooey lovey dovey shit to one another.

It was awesome.

At the moment we were curled up in his bed. No, we hadn't had sex yet. We were simply cuddling and kissing.

I had an arm laid across his chest, my head curled on his pectoral. Listening to the beating of his heart. His arm was under me and wrapped around my back. His other laid across to rest on my side. He had fallen asleep a little while ago. He'd been training against Florida.

I gingerly sit up moving his hands from where they laid, and glanced at his peaceful sleeping face.

He was most definitely, a prince.

With that thought in mind I move away and roll off the bed. To walk over to his closet. Flicking on the light I rummage through until I find the black box he'd shown me once before.

I smirk grabbing it and dragging it out of the closet. Setting it in his floor and flipping the tabs of the case open.

Inside was his crown.

He almost seemed ashamed of it. He was very bashful when I asked him to try it on. Declining and saying that he didn't really feel like he deserved to wear it.

It was a simple gold hoop. With gold wiring that wrapped around the front side much like a vine would a post. From there it spiked upward, each time embroidered with diamond, and chiseled out with designs and scriptures of another language. There were four sloping points in total, that came up much like mountains along the entirety of the crown. The one in the front being the largest.

It was a crown fit for a prince.

I picked it up carefully and moved to the bed. Curious of how he'd look wearing it.

I take great care as I place it over his head, his blonde locks getting caught under it, and in some places flicking their way over it.

I moved back to admire his sleeping form. With that strong jaw, and perfect bridged nose. His eyes had they been open, in contrast to the gold and his blonde hair, he truly was royalty.

He was so handsome.

Then his eyes open. A confused and amused look crossing their depths. "What are you doing Cal?" He says in a voice deep from sleep.

I smile sheepishly. "Well um. Heheheh. I uh. Really wanted to know what you'd look like in a crown so." I trail off. Looking down afraid he'd be angry at me.

But he chuckles and puts a finger under my chin to lift my gaze. "You're always so curious aren't you." His voice laced with adoration.

Wash moves to get up from the bed. I move over to allow the action as he stretches lightly. He was wearing a Grey v neck tee and his yellow boxers. As well as his crown. I was in silver with black yoga pants. He stands and makes his way over to a floor length mirror.

Observing himself quietly. I stand up lightly and follow. The crown did look a little out of place given the rest of his attire, but looked at home on his head. I was standing just beside him as he looked in the mirror but he quickly grabbed me, standing me in front of him as he leaned down to wrap his arms around my shoulders. Setting his head on mine with a smile.

I was aware of just how much contrast between us there was. His looming height, short well kept blonde hair, those deep stormy blue eyes, tan skin that was clear, save for a few scars. And a happy lightly freckled face. Then there was me, A short Blackhaired creature with green eyes that screamed different. My pale creamy skin that was crisscrossed with scars, except for my arms. But those were surgically clear. My face, that though bore a happy expression now, could easily be marked as depressed With the dark circles under my eyes.

I feel, almost unworthy of Washes affection for me.

After a moment he frowns, noticing my expression dropping. "What's wrong?" He asks. Spinning me around to look up at him. I look down. "It's just. Why do you like me? You're a prince! You're handsome, and talented. And I'm just. An ugly, experimental freak."

He frowns. "That is not true. And you know it. You are strikingly gorgeous. Incredibly smart, fast, clever. You may not be savy with all the trends, or know much about certain things. But that's okay. You're learning. You're beautiful in every way, inside and out. And I'm, the luckiest guy in the entire fucking universe to be able to call you mine. I love you Alexis."

My eyes tear up as I look at him. "I love you David." He leans in to kiss me. I eagerly return the gesture of affection.

After a moment we part and I look up at him smiling lightly. He smirks and turns me around to face the mirror. Reaching up he takes the crown and sets it on my head. "Now you're not just the queen of my world." He mumbles kissing my neck with a pleased expression.

::Author Note::

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