A/N: I ship this.
Pairing: OppositesAttractshipping (Buck/Marley)
"Hey, Marley?"
"...Yes, Buck?"
"When was the last time I told you I liked you?"
Despite the autumn air being chilly, Stark Mountain seemed to be eternally warm, even from the outside. An odd place for a date, but that thought had never seemed to occur to Buck, since he traversed it, inside and out, nearly all the time. It was a fitting place for someone as fiery as him.
"I'm not sure, Buck."
"Well, take a guess, then." He shrugged his shoulders. "An estimate."
She rolled her eyes, but checked her watch. "...About three and a half hours ago."
He spared a moment to reach around and squeeze her shoulders. "I don't think I say it enough," he said.
He grabbed her hand, probably a bit too hastily. Her hands were always smooth and dry, but her fingers were almost always chilly. That wasn't unusual, since nearly every girl's hands he'd touched were cold anyway. His were always warm and calloused. Sometimes he wondered if it bothered her that his hands were so much rougher than hers, because she wouldn't tell him if that were the case. She was good at keeping her emotions in check.
"...It isn't a requirement to tell someone you like them...when you're on a date," she said. "I wouldn't worry about it..."
"Oh." Buck glanced sideways at her. "I guess I won't say it anymore, then." That was his cue that she was annoyed. He was probably being too clingy towards her. Of course he was, she was used to being off y herself, all quiet and alone! How had this date been a good idea in the first place? He was about to drop her hand when Marley spoke.
"...However," she said quietly, quieter than usual, "you can keep saying it...if you want to..."
Buck raised an eyebrow. "I can keep telling you how much I like you?"
"...Precisely."
He smirked. "Solely for my own benefit?"
"Of course."
He rolled his own eyes and squeezed her hand in his. "Then why do you smile every time I say it?"
Marley turned her head away, but he could see the tips of her ears turning bright red and standing out against the rest of her pale skin. "...I don't 'smile,'" she said at last. "I just 'receive information.'"
Buck leaned over and planted a peck on her cheek. That was safe, right? "Whatever floats your boat, Marley," he said. "But it looked an awful lot like a smile to me."
A/N: A girl on dA gave me this idea. Credit to her.
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