It’s 3 am. I can’t sleep. Captain Swan happened. Here. Have some smut. Not edited at all. Might be incoherent. Am sleep deprived.
“So,” he says, suddenly shy.
“So,” she repeats back, feeling the same.
He watches her and she watches the floor, hands shoved in the back pockets of her jeans, body angled away from him. She’s keeping a secret and he knows it. She waits for him to question her, but it’s either been too long a day or not long enough, because he does nothing more than watch her.
Waiting.
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