The next day Meghan woke to the sound of her phone going off from the pocket of the jeans she was wearing last night. Though the blackout curtains were closed she could tell it was probably about midday already by the amount of light peeking through the slit of the dark fabric. She looked around the room, still slightly dazed with sleep. "If you don't make that stop this instant I'm going to zabić cię." The polish woman grumbled from her place nestled under the american's chin.
"Yea I know sorry. I forgot to silence it last night." she responded. The taller of the two simply rolled over and covered her head with the comforter. Meghan laughed, then rose from the bed to go find her cell. As soon as she dug it from the pocket of her jeans, the noise maker silenced itself and immediately started going off again. She scrambled out into the hallway to answer it.
As she closed the door to the other girls room she tapped the green answer button,"Hello?"
"Meghan honey, is that you?" said the voice of a slightly older woman on the other end.
"Hey mom. Yea, it's me." She spoke to her mother for a while about how she was doing and anything new. Once the call had ended she noticed footsteps heading in her direction. She looked up to see Zofia Bosak walking towards her with her normal stiff posture.
The woman stopped directly in front of her and looked down at her legs, "It's quite indecent for a female to appear in a public space with no pants Ms.Castellano, don't you think?"
Looking down and remembering her state of undress she felt the skin of her cheeks heat up slightly. "Hi to you too Zo. If you're here to talk to Ela she's not awake yet." and as if on cue the door opens behind her and there stands Ela in her similar state of undress.
"Seems she is now." Zofia states looking at her sister curiously before rolling her eyes and continuing, "Honestly, Ela put some pants on before you open your door." she said and simply walked past the younger bosak into the room.
"I wasn't even coming outside Zo, relax." she turns and looks at the blonde stepping to the side for the other two woman to enter, "Who was the phone call from?" she questioned slightly worried it was Six giving the american a mission. Not quite ready to give up her comfort zone so soon again.
"Just my mom."
"Hm ok" she follows her sister into the room getting out two mugs for coffee and starting the coffee maker. "What's up Zo?" she says, turning to address her sister who was now sitting at the table by the window.
"Nothing in particular, I just heard that you got back last night. I wanted to check in with you. How was the mission?" The older bosak was still kind of odd to have around as often as she has been recently. The relationship between the sisters was extremely toxic when the older sister had first arrived on base. But, over the years, Ela started to open up to the idea of trying to be a family again. Even going so far as to finnaly meet her niece after a year of Zofia practically begging. Now the two are fairly close and the younger of the two visits her sister's family home as often as possible, so she can see her niece.
On the training field however, they are as competitive and vengeful as ever. Often calling each other names and porposfully going after one another to get the "kill" on the other.
"Honestly boring and took way too long. I missed my bed." the younger bosak watched as Meghan slightly struggled to put her jeans back on, obviously slightly flustered with her sister in the room. Her voice had a slight wave as she giggled lightly at her embarrassed friend. "Meghan, do you need a hand, kochanie." she said teasing the poor soldier.
"No!" the blonde answered in a childish tone as she tried (and failed) to conceal her embarrassment. She then cleared her throat and looked at the bosak tempest "No, and I would prefer if you would not make fun of me all the time." she went on smiling and also slightly sniggering at herself.
"You two sure are the same as ever." the brunette woman said monotonously as she rose from her chair and went over to make her own coffee in one of the cups Ela had set out. "Ela please would you put on some clothes?"
She laughed,"No, after you leave I'm going back to bed I have jet lag and I'm tired. The coffee was mainly for Meghan." she retorted.
"Well," Zofia said as she put a bit of sugar in her mug and walked to the door, "I will leave you to it then. Have a good rest of your day. Meghan." she nodded in the americans direction then departed without waiting for a response.
The blonde looks over to the polish woman and shakes her head, "First, she just took your cup." She then goes to fill her cup with the appropriate amount of coffee and cream. "Second, you just don't want to put on pants. And third, why do I always feel like an idiot when your sister is around." She laughs to herself and takes a sip from the warm mug in her hand. Looking over the mug at her best friend who has moved back to sitting in the bed. She tries to hide her grin with the mug.
"Zamknij się, You are always an idiot, but join the club." For once she actually lets out a genuine laugh at that joke. "I am going back to bed though because I truly am tired. If you want to join me you're more than welcome, but if not please get out." she adds on happily.
"Hm. I was going to go to the gym anyway. I'll see you later. Just message me When you wake up."
"Ok" Ela sighed out tiredly.
And with that she, also, excused herself and started back towards her room to change for the gym. Just as she was coming up to her room someone grabbed her by the arm and turned her around. "So, how was the sleepover with the girlfriend," Eliza said looking at her friend with sarcasm written all over her face. Even behind the glasses that the FBI agent wore almost constantly, it is always easy for friends to see what she's feeling off the battlefield. "Did you get laid?" she asked with a look of giddiness.
Meghan punched her friend in the arm as soon as she started her sentence, causing the red head to start laughing. "Can you fuck off with that shit? It's starting to piss me off Cohen." she looked at her friend with the most serious face she could muster never being able to get seriously mad at Eliza, "Now for the last time we are not dating and El is straight." she whispers softly, looking around to make sure no one was eavesdropping.
She then turned and unlocked her door. Walking into her own room, with Eliza not far behind her, she went to the sink to set down her empty coffee cup. She then turned back to her friend standing in the middle of the room, "Now can I help you beyond your need to always be on someone's nerves."
"Actually yes, Six is expecting us and a few others for training tonight at 17.00. She wanted me to spread the word." The red head looked back at her blonde friend lowering her glasses, she winked, "So, you might want to wake up your wife before then." she said as she walked to the door. "And Six made it sound like it's probably gonna be recon training so be prepared to be bored for 4 hours." Then she left, the weight of the door closing itself behind her.
Meghan just shook her head and chuckled under her breath. 'What are we gonna do with her,' she thought to herself. Walking over to her dresser and pulling out a different white tank top, and a pair of short, blue running shorts. She changed into the articles of clothing and began making her way to the gym.
She looked down at her watch, 14:43 it read. 'Well shit I was hoping for a longer workout, but I guess an hour and a half will have to do.' She walked into the gym locker room and set her wallet and things down before she went straight to the weight room. She always liked to think along with some light weight lifting. She put in her headphones and spotted an empty machine she wanted to use.
As she was sitting down on one of the various arm machines, someone walked over and pulled her left earbud out, "Hey Meghan, you mind if I join you?" Monika said with her german accent. She handed the little earpiece back to the blonde girl and smiled.
"Sure, but I'm surprised that you haven't already." She responded, taking the offered piece of technology.
"Eliza made me stay with her a little longer this morning." she stated with a slight blush. She then moved to sit at the machine across from the american. She didn't start right away, instead she looked at her friend for a moment.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" The american asked cautiously.
"No," the german paused, pondering if she should continue,"how was last night?" The question came out as if she was walking across a tightrope that was destined to snap at any moment.
Valkyrie rolled her eyes. Monika and Eliza were the only two people she has told about her feelings towards her polish friend. How they treated the subject however, like all things with those two, was completely different. Sometimes she prefers Eliza's awful jokes over the german's pity. "It was fine. We just did what we always do when we sleep together. Sleep." she sighed, getting slightly frustrated.
"You know what I mean Meghan. I'm sorry for my worry, but you're my friend." She retorted giving the muscular girl a stern look.
"I know. I'm sorry for being crass. I just honestly don't want to think about it anymore." She said pinching the bridge of her nose with her pointer and thumb. Squeezing lightly then releasing, she looked up at her friend and continued, "Spot me?" Monika looked to be thinking it over for a moment before she nodded and helped her friend work her arms and shoulders. They continued to work out together for about an hour before the former swimmer remembered she still had to wake Ela for whatever training Six had planned for everyone.
She told her friend goodbye and made her way back to Ela's room. She waved to a couple of other operators walking the halls, but didn't attempt to speak to anyone. She didn't want to make Ela and herself late knowing it could take the polish woman a long while to get ready when she was in a bad mood. When she arrived outside the older woman's door she simply walked in without so much as a knock to announce her presence. As she entered the room she wondered what her friend would do if she just climbed in the bed and went back to sleep. She shook her head knowing that wasn't an option, but as soon as she moved to the side of the bed she pondered on it again.
"Are you going to join me or stand there and stare?" Came the polish woman's voice from under the duvet giving the blonde her answer.
The seal, ever the responsible leader she is, started to decline the offer, "Hm. As tempting as that is we have training at 17.00 so you need to get up."
"What time is it now?" the GROM woman asked. She looked at the blonde and smirked mischievously hidden by the big blanket that she had pulled up to her nose.
"About 15.55. I didn't know how long you were going to take." As the younger woman looked at her watch she noticed the polish woman rustling under the covers. As she was getting up the green haired girl lunged at her pulling her down back into the bed with her. The seal gave up fighting as soon as the polish woman wrapped her slender arms around her.
With the blonde on top of her Ela laughed wholeheartedly, her chest vibrating wildly.
Truth be told, these were probably her favorite moments. These are the times that she missed the most while on missions. The light hearted and comforting feelings that only ever came when it is just the two of them alone. No one could make Ela smile and laugh quite like the young seal could. Just the SEAL's presence was typically enough to make her smirk. She loved her other friends and her sister(now, though she will never admit it), but the blonde that was floating above her smiling like the sun and laughing with her, never ceased to make her feel at home and safe.
Even on missions the two took together the slender girl always felt protected.
She looked up and just watched as Meghan adjusted her elbow on the headboard to better keep her balance. Even though the american was an inch shorter and weighed less she never let herself put her weight on the GROM operative. Always wanting to make sure she was within the unspoken "boundaries" that the polish woman has with others. Although, she had to admit that when the seal was the focus she found that she herself was often the one "breaking the rules". Reaching a hand out for her to hold, sitting on her lap at "movie nights", or making her spoon her throughout the night."Can't we just say that I'm not feeling well and you pulled something working out?" She said, wrapping her arms around the blonde's neck.
With great effort the blonde pulled away, out of the grip of the bosak tempest,"Mm, again as compelling as a nap sounds right now, I need to shower because I just finished at the gym. And you," she reached her hand out for the other to grab onto, "must also do whatever it is you need to do before training in an hour."
The polish girl made a slight huffing noise in defeat. Normally the other girl would've at least layed with her for a little bit. It stung slightly, and she didn't want to stop and think about why. So begrudgingly, she let the blonde pull her from her bed."Yea, I know." She looked at her friend for a brief moment sighing a little, she continued into the kitchenette to make herself some coffee.
As she poured out the excess from earlier there was a knock at the door. Meghan started to take the things out of the cabinet to finish for her. The polish woman set the pot back in its place and went to the door. When she cracked it open she saw her most recent mission partner standing there with what looks to be a sketchbook in his hands. "Hey Ela," he said with his deep Russian accent, "I um, noticed your sketchbook was almost filled and I had a couple extra so… here you go." he held the book out for her to take.
"Thanks Timur, I was actually running out of space." She was slightly put off that he peeked into her scetch book, but didn't want to make a big deal of it. She instead opened the door all the way to take the book and the man flicked his eyes to her bare legs for a long moment. She gave him a questioning look, the eye movement not going unnoticed. "Do you need anything else?" She asked.
"My apologies. I don't mean to intrude, but could I ask you to," the man paused and took a breath and looked the polish woman up and down once more, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink, before regaining his courage. Clearing his throat quickly he continued, "..um, perhaps go into town with me sometime? We could visit this art studio that I know of if you want?"
Suddenly her bathroom door slammed shut and the shower could be heard."Yea sure, maybe the next time we're off we could go." She looked over her shoulder and worried her bottom lip. Then she turned back to the sniper and said, "I should go get ready before she gets out of the shower. I'll see you later yea?" she stepped away from the door and started to close it.
The man nodded and turned to leave sending a, " see you later." then walked down the hallway. She shut the door and turned to retrieve some much needed caffeine. She went to grab her empty mug, but noticed that there was one already full on the counter. She took a sip from it, knowing that Meghan had probably prepared it for her. She hummed in delight as the slightly bitter liquid hit her tongue. 'Perfect' she thought as she carried the mug over to her dresser and started to pull out a set of clothes from the top drawer.
Meghan had begun keeping 3 sets of clothes and a toothbrush here after the 5th time she had slept and showered here. Ela had a similar drawer in the american's dresser as well. Eliza and a few others made a few jokes about them being extremely domestic. Saying they should just get married already and things of the like, but she always brushed them off. She loved the friendship her and Meghan had. If their friends wanted to poke fun, she was going to let them. Though sometimes, she can see that it made the seal unhappy when it carries on for too long.
She lay the articles on the bed for the blonde then pulled out her normal training gear. Deciding not to put on the jacket she was left with a black top and her green "combat leggings", as Eliza had deemed them. She had started to strip down, figuring she had enough time to change, and not really caring if she didn't. She had taken off her shirt when she heard the bathroom door crack open and the american emerged wrapped in a towel, hair still wet and clinging to her.
As Meghan turned to probably tell her friend she forgot her clothes, she noticed the taller woman standing there, in nothing but her black laced underwear and immediately retreated back into the bathroom. "The fuck! Ela jesus! My bad!" She exclaimed trying her best to shake the sight from her mind.
Despite being best friends for 4 years and seeing her naked on the field and off more times than she can count, the american was always like this. Sometimes the GROM woman wanted to ask why. She has told her blonde friend that she didn't care one way or another, but the american always brushed it off playfully with, "Well I'd prefer to be a gentleman and give a lady her privacy." Ela could tell the other girl was just avoiding actually answering, but never pressed for more.
Ela rolled her eyes then threw on a black bra and the tanktop she had decided to wear. She walked to the bathroom with the blondes clothes and knocked on the door. "Meghan, here are your clothes."
The door stayed shut and she couldn't hear any noise coming from the other side, so she knocked again. "You know it's ok. I really don't know why you freak out everytime. You've seen me naked plenty of times before."
The door popped open and one hand reached out for the clothes. "Its not always just about how you feel about the situation though." The american not even bothering to look if the other girl was wearing clothes. "I swear you do this just to mess with me and I really hate it." Ela placed the clothes into the outstretched hand and not a second later the hand had retreated and the door then snapped shut. The American's words were harsh and unlike her completely. There was a long moment of silence as she thought about addressing the American's sour mood, but ultimately decided to leave it alone for now.
Instead, the polish woman tried to laugh it off, not wanting to admit that the words stung, and went to put on her trousers. "No if I did it to mess with you I would do it a lot more often." She called through the wall. After a couple of moments the bathroom door opened once again. The fully dressed and dried sailor emerged from the still steamy room.
She looked at the polish woman and frowned, "Please don't get any ideas I don't think I would make it." Meghan said, much more like herself now, and grabbed her spare vest she also kept here. Then watched as Ela finished her coffee and put on her harness and ear muffs. "No baseball cap today?" She asked. It was rare that the GROM woman did any kind of work without it.
"Yea figured if they see my hair coming maybe I'll 'die' and I can get out early." She responded giggling at the look the blonde was giving her. "I'm kidding. I'm kidding. I just don't feel like fixing my hair after." She slipped her phone into her pocket and turned to look at the seal. "You ready? We still have to go to the armory."
"Yea I'm good. Just making sure I don't leave your room a mess." She stuck her dirty clothes into the hamper and walked to the door. "Shall we?" She gestured for Ela to go first with her hand. Ela grabbed it and pulled her from the room. Not having any intention of letting it go.
She doesn't know why she's being extra clingy with the blonde lately, but she let's the blame fall on the fact that she just got back from a six week long mission and missed the comfortable feeling. She looked at the shorter girl and smiled. "How was the gym? I never asked."
"It was ok. Monika was spotting me, so we talked a bit. I only got an hour of lifting in though. So, I didn't get to swim which isn't great, but it was as good as it could've been I guess." She responded monotonously.
"Mmm I'm glad you had a partner. Doesn't Lera join you as well normally?" Ela asked, trying to get the other girl to loosen up a bit.
"Yea, but I went later than normal, so I was surprised even Monika was there honestly."
As they moved through the hallway talking, Ela kept looking behind her to try and read the smaller woman's facial features. Something seemed to be upsetting her friend still and she couldn't hold back her questions anymore. "Are you ok?" She asked seriously.
"Huh?" The seal looked at her puzzled, "What do you mean?"
"You've just seemed irritated since your shower." The blonde's jaw clenched slightly so she continued, "I just wanted to make sure you weren't mad at Zo or something." She reasoned.
The blonde abruptly started walking faster forcing Ela to speed up to stay next to her, "No, I'm not mad at Zo. Why would I be?" The blonde stated shortly.
Now the green haired woman knew something was wrong. Ela was rarely able to see her friends emotions so easily, especially if they were in the company of others. Even if the company is other close friends. Right now however, the American was being quite the obvious in her anger. Her words doing nothing to hide the ill feelings the sailor held.
Ela turned on the blonde stopping abruptly in front of her, making the shorter girl run into her slightly. She then pushed the shorter girl into a nearby office, not giving the blonde time to walk away. "Ok, so that's an obvious lie." She said as soon as the door shut behind them. She looked at her closest friend through the darkness and softened. "Please tell me why you're mad at me." She whispered, keeping her eyes trained on the seal. Through the darkness she could see the emotions in the blonde's face change to something softer.
"I'm not mad at you." The blonde thought for a moment. "And I'm not mad at Zo either." It was true, she was upset, but she also had no right to be. She knew she needed to tell the GROM soilder the truth or the girl would just push harder for it. "I just… I don't know. I guess I just missed you," the blonde paused knowing that the green haired girl was going to want more than that. She huffed and looked at the floor, "You just got back from a 6 week long mission with Glaz that I wasn't even able to speak to you during. And now right after you get back the first thing you do is plan a date with him," she started to rant, her voice growing in volume slightly. Her arms were waving showing her Italian heritage,"I know it's stupid, and I have no right, but honestly I think... I'm jealous." The last four words were said softly with the shorter girl looking at the ground, not wanting to look at her most important friend's reaction.
Silence engulfed the room and the seal started to panic slightly, fearing she had said too much. As she started to turn to leave and possibly eat the barrel of her desert eagle, the taller girl put her hand into the blondes and tugged her into her body then wrapped her arms around the muscular shoulders of her friend. "You know it is ok for you to want MY attention every now and again." The taller of the two whispered as she put her forehead on the other's neck. "I won't go. We can hangout here or go into town. Whatever you want ok? Just please stop acting like Zo when she's annoyed with me."
That took the blonde by surprise to say the least. When upset, the elder sister would often start treating the tempest roughly without realizing it, and not tell her sister why she was even upset in the first place. This always made Ela livid with her sister, and it never ended well. They always ended up exploding on eachother and the days following always made Meghan herself bubble with rage at the way Zo handles conflict with her sister. Ela always shut down and would stop socializing with everybody. It wasn't healthy.
So she calmed herself and wrapped her arms around her friend. "I'm sorry El. I know I just get in my head sometimes. You don't have to cancel, but I would like to spend some time with my best friend at some point while conscious." The blonde let a smile split her face, she hated fighting with Ela. It always left an extremely bad taste in her mouth. She then pulled away enough to look at the slender woman. "I'm sorry I was being a dick."
"It's ok you can make it up to me next time we go drinking." Ela was also smiling now. She was glad that the american wasn't mad at her, but she also wasn't sure that was the whole truth. "Come. Let's go get our gear." She said and pulled away from the shorter girl. Meghan nodded and led the way to the armory. Once they were walking side by side again the taller girl slipped her hand into the seals holding on to it firmly. Stealing the comfort it gave and letting it put her mind back at ease. She looked at their interlocked fingers and let a small grin split her face. She wondered why the contact made her feel fuzzy for but a moment before she brushed it off. If Meghan didn't let go why should she... right?
A/N: Ok so this is my first muti chapter fic and I dont normally do notes, but there have actually been people reading this so I'll make an exception lol. I will be trying my best to post a chapter to this once a week, and I have the next few chapters written already. Thank you to the people that are actually enjoying this. Comments and critiques are appreciated. I hope you guys are enjoying so far.
-Lion