Title: Laundry
Author: Angel Mouse
Relationship: Bridge/Sky
Rating: G
Warning: None really
Theme: Dreams/Laughter

Laundry

It had to be a dream. That was the only explanation. His dreams nine times out of ten had the habit of coming true, but he wasn't sure if he wanted this one to come true. It had been fairly intense and his sheets had the evidence to prove it much to his shame. He was glad that the object of his dream wasn't in their room at the moment.

Groaning at how drained he felt after his dream he staggered out of bed, gathering his sheets and heading for the bathroom. He quickly showered and changed into a clean uniform, absently gathering all the washing that needed doing, including his sheets and headed off for the laundry.

Two hours later, having done all the laundry, dried and folded it, and he headed back to their room. He went in, not really focussing on where he was walking when suddenly he banged into someone, landing in a tangle arms, legs and washing. Soft curses came from beneath the pile and he couldn't help it, he burst out into a fit of giggles, completely taken by the absurdity of the situation. Finally a face poked out from under the pile and glared at him, but he could see the mirth in his eyes.

"Bridge, dam it, what are you doing?" Bridge grinned, trying to smoother the giggles with his hands but not having much success.
"The washing." Bridge gestured at the pile of cloths and sheets. "I thought that would have been obvious." Sky glared but he couldn't keep it up. Bridge looked so cute and funny sitting there, sheets and cloths strewn all about. Slowly, a shy grin began appearing on his face.

"Well yeah, kind of gathered that." Sky raised an eyebrow and the small grin turned into a wide one. "You do realise that I'm sure there's a regulation or something somewhere about running into a fellow cadet while carrying washing around?" Bridge burst into the giggles again, his earlier discomfort about his dream fading as the pleasure of having some simple fun with the object of his dream.

"I'm sure there is, but if there is, you going to report me?" Sky gave him a sly smile as he reached for his pillow, a blue one naturally, and began to drag it near.
"Don't know. I might do." Bridge began reaching up for his pillow, or tried to anyway.
"Might you now. What can I do to stop you doing that?" Sky's smile turned even slyer if that was possible.
"Oh nothing. But I can do this."

Faster than Bridge could react, Sky grabbed his own pillow and began to wail at Bridge, laughing as he did so. Bridge burst out laughing as well, grabbing his pillow and began to fight back. What ensued was a massive pillow fight between the friends.

They were both laughing and causing a massive mess. Finally they stopped, both breathing hard from laughing and the fight. They ended up sitting down next to each other, giggling occasionally as they glanced at one another. They kept sending each other off. Finally though they calmed down and Bridge looked at Sky, pleased to see him looking so relaxed and happy. Sky noticed Bridge looking at him and he grinned, giving his friend a gentle nudge.

"Stop looking so surprised Bridge, I do know how to have fun occasionally you know." Bridge unconsciously leaned against him, enjoying the feeling closeness that they were sharing at the moment.
"I know, it's just that I didn't expect you to do that." Sky gave a soft laugh, trying to ignore how nice it was to have Bridge lean against him.
"Well you should always expect the unexpected." Bridge just shook his head, grinning slightly.
"I should have known you'd come out with something like that."

Sky grinned back at him, their eyes meeting and suddenly the tension leapt up a notch between them. Bridge's eyes were soft, deep and sad like they were always were. Sky had gathered from the few years they had been rooming together that the sometimes the overwhelming emotions he felt around him got too much for Bridge, especially some of the more joyful emotions but mainly all the bad ones, and hence Bridge's eyes looking so lost and sad most of the time.

Bridge on the other hand saw a sea of blue, confidence and security in Sky's eyes. He could loose himself for ever in Sky's eyes. In fact, in his whole aura and presence was making Bridge feel complete and safe for the first time in a long time. Finally, after a long moment, they both broke eye contact simultaneously. Bridge gave a soft sigh, knowing that his dream was not going to come true, today at least. He waived a gloved hand at the strewn about laundry.

"I think we'd better clean this up don't you?" Sky nodded, springing to his feet with a consummate ease that Bridge suddenly found himself wishing he had. Sky turned and offered Bridge his hand, a smile on his face.
"I'll help, since half of this is my fault anyways." Bridge grinned up at him and took his hand, letting Sky pull him to his feet. He felt a jolt of electricity go through him at the contact between them and he just managed to keep what he felt off his face.

"You started the pillow fight, not me." Bridge managed, just, to keep his tone light. When in fact all he wanted to do was throw Sky onto his bed and kiss him senseless, like his dream the night before. Sky just laughed and they set to work, tidying up the mess and putting away their various clothing and Manchester. Finally they finished and Bridge smiled at Sky.

"Thanks for helping Sky."
"Not a problem Bridge. Come on, ready to have some lunch?" Bridge grinned as Sky clapped him on the shoulder.
"More than you know Sky. Can we have some toast?" Sky laughed as he gently pushed Bridge out of the door and they headed for the mess.
"Yes, we can, and I'll even make sure it's buttery." They both laughed and for the moment Bridge decided that laughter was better than nothing with his best friend.