Prompt from otpprompts:

OTP prompt where one half finds the other singing the classic ballads of the 80's and 90's into a brush in a towel after coming out of the shower.

More Kiliane Shepard and James Vega fluff. Someone stop me.

Kiliane quickly and quietly let herself into the small apartment she shared with James. He didn't expect her home until tomorrow, and she wanted to surprise him. It had only been a few weeks, but this had been the first time they'd been apart since...well, since they'd known each other really.

She had gone back to active duty a few months after the end of the war, after taking time to recover from her injuries, and James had just started N school. Moving in together had been more practical than anything else. Neither of them were going to be home much, and it didn't make sense to pay for two places to sit empty the majority of the year. Not that the domesticity that they had easily fallen into wasn't a bonus.

Kiliane dropped her bag by the door, and made her way halfway through the living room before coming to an abrupt stop. It was still relatively early in the morning, but she wasn't surprised to hear the shower running. The other sound was what stopped her.

Was that...was James singing? She smirked to herself and started towards the bathroom. She froze with her hand on the door when the water turned off. The singing didn't stop, so she sat back and listened. Whatever he was singing, it wasn't something she recognized.

How I love the way you move

And the sparkle in your eyes

There's a color deep inside them

Like blue suburban skies

When i come home late at night

And you're in bed asleep

I wrap my arms around you

So I can feel you breathe

Kiliane was grinning from ear to ear when the door opened and James stepped out in nothing but a barely-hanging-on towel, singing into his toothbrush like it was a microphone. He stopped so suddenly when he saw her that the towel fell to the floor. Her grin spread as he turned a bright shade of red.

But this was James, and he recovered quickly. With a wink, he said a quick, "Hey, Lola," and then went right back to his show. Sans towel, he continued his show down the hallway to their bedroom. Walking backwards, he kept his eyes locked on hers as he belted a few more lines.

I dont need to be a superman

As long as you will always be my biggest fan

Heaven isn't too far away

Closer to it everyday

No matter what your friends might say

We'll find our way, yeah

She still didn't recognize what he was singing, but it really didn't matter. It might have been the 'show'. Or it might have been the weeks since she'd last seen him. Or it might have been both.

All she knew was that she couldn't get her fatigues off fast enough before she tackled him onto their bed.

Lyrics from Heaven, by Warrant