Lucy wasn't short.

She was average height for a woman of her age.

Garcia, on the other hand, was tall.

Most of the time Lucy didn't mind. He was able to grab things off the top of the shelf (or at least lift her up). When the time team had their monthly basketball game, he was the best player by default. And even though everyone begged to be on his team he seemed apathetic toward the whole thing and ended up choosing Lucy every time. And when he hugged her, she fit perfectly against him, his chin able to rest comfortably on the top of her head.

But his being tall did come with a few issues. Wearing his pajamas was a hazard and had been the cause of many bruises and one minor sprained wrist. He was also impossible to outrun and he used it to his advantage often. Like when he would find her at 3 am pouring over a historical document only to steal it from her and run to hide it so she could get some sleep for once.

But her real issue came when she tried to kiss him. It was utterly impossible to surprise him.

She had tried once to pull him down by his shirt but all she had managed to do was stretch out his favorite maroon turtleneck and gain a huge bruise on her forehead where his chin had collided.

Ever since that moment, she had been sulking just a little at how easy it was for him to surprise her.

And he surprised her often. Garcia loved kissing Lucy. Whether it was her forehead, her nose, the top of her head, her neck, her hand. But of course, his favorite was her lips.

She would be cooking dinner or pouring over historical documents when he would swoop in pressing a kiss against her lips. When she questioned him on why he did it so often, he referenced the smile that graced her face, or the way her eyes sparkled, or of course the way her tongue would shoot out silently asking for more.

But as much as Lucy loved receiving kisses, she was jealous that she couldn't surprise him like that. Even stretching up on her tiptoes she barely reached his shoulder.

So she made it her mission to surprise kiss him.

The Couch:

Lucy had somehow misjudged the bounciness of the couch in the bunker.

She had figured if she stood on the couch she would be tall enough.

But her plan didn't work out the way she expected.

Garcia had been standing in front of the TV watching a football game while he waited for the food to cook on the stove. And Lucy thought that this could be her moment. The man in question wasn't paying attention as she hopped up onto the couch.

But the cushions were softer than she expected and instead of pushing herself forward she fell off balance. As she tried to catch herself, she ended up propelling herself over the back of the couch, a shriek tearing from her throat as she tried to break her fall.

As she laid on the ground, she let out a sigh. Opening her eyes she saw Garcia standing over her, a smirk wide on his annoyingly tall face and she just groaned, closing her eyes and pretending she wasn't there.

The Kitchen Counter:

Lucy had a habit of climbing onto kitchen counters. She had done it since she was a little girl and it had stuck with her. It was much easier than having to rely on somebody else when she could just do it a more creative way. So she figured she might as well use it to her advantage.

She had recruited Jiya onto her side, explaining her plan, the younger woman holding back laughter at the determined look in Lucy's eyes.

The plan was simple enough. Jiya would tell Garcia that Lucy needed him in the kitchen, where Lucy would be lying in wait on the counter.

It had been about an hour and Lucy was dozing off when she finally heard footsteps. With a grin, she jumped to her feet, ready to pounce.

The second the man walked around the corner, Lucy jumped onto his back.

"AhhHHHH!" The man screamed and Lucy's eye's widened as they dropped to the ground.

"Rufus?!"

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Lucy looked around, no Garcia in sight, "I…I mean. Wait what?"

Frantic footsteps sounded down the hall and Jiya rounded the corner, bending over trying to catch her breath.

"I…." she huffed, "sorry."

Garcia appeared in the doorway not long after, his brows raising in amusement at the two travelers sprawled out on the ground.

"My bad." Jiya whispered.

The next morning, Lucy woke up in bed alone. As she went to swing her legs over the side of the bed, her feet hit something. Squinting her eyes, she leaned down picking it up.

It was a stool. Her name gracing the top in curvy letters. And the rest covered in all different kinds of nerdy stickers. And a note on top:

So you can stop tackling me to the ground when you're trying to surprise kiss your abnormally tall boyfriend -Rufus

Not five minutes later, Lucy peeked around the corner watching as Garcia cooked breakfast. Quietly trotting up behind him, she placed the stool on the ground. Jumping up onto it, she reached out grabbing his shoulders and swinging him around. Her face breaking out into a wide smile as she saw the surprised look on his face. Leaning forward she pressed a kiss to her lips before turning and hopping down.

With a smile, she picked up her stool and high-fived Rufus, who had been sitting at the kitchen table and witnessed it all.