revenance_rpg | TURRRRRRN AROOOUUUND

Who: Wash and Ziva
What: Time for a reconciliation. And possible aftermath.
Where: Traverse Town clock tower
When: After this
Warnings: These two. Come on, this is old hat by now.

Wash was sick and tired of fucking things up. It seemed like everything he was involved in - missions, relationships, anything - always went straight to hell despite his best efforts. His friendship with North was still on the rocks, and now he'd messed things up with Ziva. It was hard to hold out hope for fixing any of it - he was too accustomed to things staying broken.

For as much crap as he'd given York for fighting his way up a staircase full of Nightmares simply to find a place to mope, he'd done the exact same thing. He'd settled on the upper ledge of the Traverse Town clock tower and had perched on a crate, looking up at the stars that perpetually shone over the city and trying not to think about anything at all. Fang had perched on the crate beside him, keeping an eye out for any flying Nightmares that might think him an easy victim; Melody was guarding the doorway, making sure no Nightmares made it up the stairs.

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"I believe they do." She felt Fluffy push at her shoulder, in the same manner that Melody was pushing against Wash's knees. Abby was staying out of it this time, although she was sure the spirit was encouraging them in her own way.

Leaving her place on the railing, she walked closer, before reaching out to take his hand with hers. She seemed to stop to think about something before leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. Even if this didn't work out, no one could say she wasn't bold enough to try.

"Thank you. For being willing to try."

She took his hand, and Wash was smiling before he knew it. There was just something about her that brought this out in him, and- and maybe he could actually have this. They were trying, right? Maybe it would actually work out.

And then she leaned in and kissed him, and his face went slack and the bottom dropped out of his world for the second time in about as many minutes.

Oh.

He'd almost forgotten what that felt like.

It took him the space of a few breaths to get his brain back into what passed for working order, and then he was smiling again, squeezing her hand gently. "Well, yeah," he managed, more coherent than he expected himself to be. "You don't get anywhere if you don't try, right?" Of course, he had an unfortunate tendency to not get anywhere no matter how hard he tried, but that wasn't something to think about right now.

"Not really." She said, stepping back again. She didn't mind getting into his personal space, but she didn't want to linger too long, and bother him. She squeezed his hand in return, a smile still not leaving her face.

"How about we do something that does not involve killing Nightmares?" She threw out the suggestion after thinking about the fact that they mostly fought Nightmares together. "Or alcohol." Oh, and that.

"Coffee, maybe?"

Some small part of Wash - the same part that had been making opportunistic remarks throughout the entire conversation - protested at her stepping away. The rest of him was just glad that the protest was silent. He didn't want to have to explain that one. Plus, she was still holding his hand, and he now had a smile on his face to match hers, and...well, for the first time in days, he felt good. Maybe he could actually do this without screwing it up.

"Coffee's good," he replied without thinking. "I like coffee."

...shit. So much for that plan.

"Maybe tonight?" he continued, trying to salvage the conversation and what was left of his dignity. "Or tomorrow?"

Ziva laughed a bit at his response, keeping herself from making any comments about how she found his reaction somewhat adorable. She was about to open her mouth to answer 'tonight', but that small, very girly, part of her her brain piped up first.

You have nothing to wear that is appropriate. And it had a point. She really didn't have anything that she could wear that wasn't her normal clothes at this point. Nothing cute, or ladylike, or Stop. This can be remedied.

"How about tomorrow? Just for timing purposes." She said, motioning towards her watch. "It is getting late." That, and she really wanted time to pull herself together. "Deal?"

"Deal." Tomorrow would probably be better anyway - it would give Wash time to sort himself out, at least. This was a lot to process, and he wanted to have some semblance of a grip on himself before their date.

...dear God they had a date.

He knew some sort of panic would set in later; right now, he couldn't have kept the smile off his face if he'd tried. "So. See you tomorrow, then?"

"Yes. Tomorrow. Say, six-ish?" Details Ziva, make sure you know the details. She let go of his hand at that point, biting her lip for a moment before reaching over to give him a quick hug. Stepping back, she had one more question.

"Meet at the tea shop? Or at one of our places?"

Much as Wash would have liked to, his mid was still too addled and reflexes too slowed by the overwhelming realization that they had a date to be able to react in time to hug Ziva back. At least he'd have another chance later. Right?

"Six works," he nodded. "And how about the tea shop?"

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