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In the hallway, Pyro held a singular match between their fingers. Walls had splatters of an unknown substance while cigarette smoke engulfed the air. The carpet had a distinct, worn, orange color while a few areas showed the original red fabric… The thought of burning the place down had crossed their mind, but the need for shelter made them consider that for later.
“You should put that out on me.” Pyro, too enamored by the flame, missed her comment before tilting their head to get her to repeat herself. She laughed in a flustered state before speed-walking away. “Nothing important! I uh- booked us the motel room!”
Pyro nodded before following her while carrying a duffel bag over their shoulder.. Hovering over her, they didn’t let her get out of arms length. While she was capable of defending herself, Pyro didn’t like how sketchy the place was and with how she had been acting recently.
The situation was rather concerning. Redness constantly on her cheeks. A little out of breath every time they had a chance to speak and she was losing track of words. Hell, she seemed out of focus especially when they were fighting together. Even now, she seemed out of it as they stood over her.
Might be best to convince her to see Medic after this mission, but hopefully, rest would be enough.
They stood in front of a door that had the faint number 12 on the wall. Hands shook, failing at the task of even getting the key in the lock. Gently prying the key out of her hand, the mercenary leaned over the woman and unlocked the door.
“Thanks, I am going to change.” She said as the door clicked and took the dufflebag to set on the floor.
Pyro gave a thumbs up before they began to regret agreeing as she began undressing. Maybe they should go to the bathroom? It’s sweet she trusted them so much, but it felt widely inappropriate considering previous emotions.
Oh- there went her bra. This is fine. Everything is fine. “You know you can touch them if you want too?”
Their brain short-circuited. Oh god, had they been staring at her chest this whole time? Not that they would be surprised since she was gorgeous, but touching them would be inappropriate with their feelings- sure, maybe there are people who can hold breasts platonically, but they weren’t. Hell, they couldn’t be in a room with her changing without- Oh.
She had already guided them. Their gloved hands supported her breasts.
"You okay?” There was a long silence before Miss Pauling's confidence began to slip. She laughed nervously. “You do like them right?” She asked awkwardly.
Through muffles, a finger directed at themselves, they asked, ”Are you flirting with me?”
“I thought we were dating?” They both stared at each other while one hand remained on her. Before another word could be spoken, Pyro picked her up bridal-style. “All those dates we had, you're an idiot, ” She laughed and playfully punched them as Pyro felt a smile grow on their own face.
How could they remotely be upset after discovering their favorite beautiful and intelligent best friend returned their feelings. It could have been in better circumstances, sure, but they weren’t going to let that ruin a good thing.