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five-word sentences.

send me a ✿ and i’ll generate a number.

If the generator is being lame, just choose something that works for the muses.

My husbands.

also, Ice and Mav are hella gay for each other and I will fist fight any1 over this

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It’s Classified

        Maverick hung back at the bar a little while longer than the others, watching the brunette in the far corner, who hadn’t spoken a word to anyone upon arrival. Rather, her hand was moving a mile a minute as words splayed across her notepad and as he watched in silence - tipping the bottle back and taking a long gulp of beer to boost his poise in actually approaching her. Some still lingered in the darkened space but once his fellow pilots filtered out, as well as Goose, he took a few strides and perched himself opposite her, a steady grin tugging at his lips. Immediately, her eyes lifted and met his own; chestnut fixed on emerald, as silence settled in once again.

        ‘ Shouldn’t you be kicking back and relaxing like the rest of us? ‘ he spoke up, brows raised in question as if the oddness of it all seemed off-putting, but not enough to keep him away.

       ‘ You mean get drunk until I can no longer see colours and end up sleeping with some hot-shot pilot who I don’t even know? ‘ came her retort, sharp and thorough in her reasoning, completely undaunted by him.

       The pilot knew how to play this game well, as he’d tried and failed many times before, but was hopeful this one wouldn’t have such messy results. She would test him, as most others did, but eventually he figured he’d gain missile lock on what he wanted and there would be little to worry about from that point on, till it crashed and burned, again. The thought alone of screwing up after so many trials gone wrong did lower his ego further; the only time it was near bursting point was when he took control of an aircraft and he believed the sky wasn’t the limit. He watched, patiently, as the woman scribbled something more in her notepad, before snapping it shut.

        ‘ Are you a good pilot? ‘ she suddenly broached a subject that would determine whether or not this could make her list of potentials, or if it was okay to dump it in the trash long before she walked out.

        ‘ I can hold my own, ‘ his answer was sharp, straight to the point and honest in his knowledge of how good of an elite pilot he was, though he left out the finer details of his circus stunts.

        Helene didn’t want to let him off the hook she had pegged him to that easy, though. There was always so much more to learn and any aviation profession could blindly lie about their abilities if it made them feel good about not being as great as they wanted to be. He seemed almost eager to catch her attention however, in waiting until others had dispersed before actually bothering to walk on over and that, to her, screamed a lack of confidence in areas that she knew all about. Perhaps, what he lacked in the idea of love, he made up for with his flying, and that brought an all too pleased smile to her previous blank expression. It was worth a shot, right? there was nothing to lose.

       ‘ Show me, ‘ she teased, moving her pad and pen aside as elbows rested on the tabletop, chin settling into the palm of one hand as she leaned further toward him, waiting on his reaction. ‘ Or is that against your code? Do you boys have handbooks that keep you from doing certain things, or are you free to take to the skies whenever? ‘ there was genuine curiosity in her questions now and it showed clearly in her eyes. She had ceased trying to make fun of him, in favour of getting to know someone who took a liking to her; she felt flattered.

        ‘ It’s classified stuff, but maybe sometime we could take a ride on my wheels, ‘ he suggested, propping elbows up on the table just as she had, before leaning closer to her with a grin. ‘ If you’re lucky, you could up somewhere I don’t always take control, when that’s over, ‘ his smug yet challenging tone caught her a little off guard, but she was not put off by it at all. On the contrary, she was all the more willing to indulge the male and find out exactly what he had in mind, for a relationship so out of the blue. It would no doubt be difficult to keep up with a pilot, for all of their cunning and fast-paced living, but the excitement that presented itself hand in hand with him was powerful.

       Helene didn’t offer him another word after that, instead, choosing to toss her own smile back at him, showing a set of pearly whites as she closed that gap between them, missing his mouth with full intention and pressing a peck to his nose. Pulling away fast enough to catch the dazed look in his eyes after expecting a proper seal of their deal, the pilot reached across the table, clasped her shirt and tugged, enough to bring his mouth to hers and he lingered there until she would need to catch a breath. Eyes had bugged at the contact, but she wasn’t mad. Still, she thrived on the energy flowing through her as he made it quite clear what sort of relationship they were going to have.

      ‘ Can I drive you home? ‘ she asked, doe-eyed in the gaze that jumped from his mouth, to his eyes & back again in such a short space of time. ‘ Or.. I mean, back to your quarters? ‘ she hesitated, a blush spreading over her cheeks at the obvious mistake, but quickly brushing it off as though it never happened.

     ‘ Shouldn’t I be asking you that? ‘ he chuckled, dropping his hand as he stood and reaching for her wrist, to pull her up, too. ‘ I’ll give you a ride. Just tell me where, ‘ tossing a wink, a flash of a smile that was already churning a world of trouble inside her and with another tug, he got her to move toward the door with him.