Creed pushed himself up slightly and coughed. He rubbed his eyes, realising he was still on the couch. He looked over and saw Skyler asleep in the chair. He let himself smile, feeling his face grow red. She was gorgeous when she slept, even more when she was awake.
He saw her shift and quickly laid back down, afraid she'd see his boyish grin and red cheeks. He'd just slipped under the covers and was pretending to be asleep when he heard her sitting up. There were silent footsteps as he heard her approach and he forced himself not to blush as he struggled to "be asleep."
"Hey," she said and touched his shoulder. Creed shifted a little, trying to act like he'd been asleep the whole time. He eventually sat up and rubbed his eyes, looking up at her.
"Hey," he yawned quietly before looking over. He wanted to smile, but he was afraid he'd lose complete control of his face if he did and just sat there with slightly wide eyes, awkwardly staring at her.
"You okay?" she asked, a flicker of worry crossing her face. Creed's eyes for wider and he quickly shook his head. "Uh, uh...no, I mean, yes....I mean, I'm fine," he said quickly and flashed a sheepish grin. And just then his whole face turned red as he'd anticipated.
Skyler sat beside him and nodded. Creed stiffened, then forced himself to relax. He sat back and looked around, avoiding her. He didn't know what to do. Part of him wanted to hide under the blankets, and part of him wanted to kiss her. But he knew better than to do either.
"So, uh, you like to sleep in late?" he asked, glancing at the time and immediately regretting it. Skyler nodded and Creed cursed under his breath. What was he supposed to do? He was trained to kill, not, feel whatever this weird feeling his his chest and stomach was.
He smiled sheepishly and looked around at a complete loss for what to say.
Skyler eventually broke the moment, got up and grabbed the blankets, folding them. Creed tried to help but he felt all shaky, in a good way.
"So, you have somewhere to stay?" Skyler asked after a minute. Creed frowned, afraid she didn't want him here, and was quiet a minute before answering.
"There's Kamino, but I think I'm currently on death row for defection," he said quietly. "I guess that's it," he realised after a minute and looked up silently. Skyler nodded then looked over at him.
"Uh...you could stay here," she offered, giving him a small smile. Creed returned it this time.
"Do you mind?" he asked, afraid to just invade her space.
She shrugged and shook her head. "I mean, nah, of course not. You're welcome to stay as long as you like. Use whatever you need, just don't blow anything up," she said. Creed laughed thinly in awkward humour and nodded.
"T-Thanks," he stammered and looked down, setting his somewhat folded blanket on the coffee table.
"Welcome," she said. Creed grinned. He got up and looked to the kitchen, grasping for something to say before he embarrassed himself.
"Uh...I can go work on breakfast I guess?" he suggested. He felt completely lost here, like he'd lost all ability to think.
Skyler looked up and cocked her head. "You cook?" she asked. Creed rubbed the back of his neck.
"Uh, not really, actually," he said and shifted towards the kitchen, accidentally shifting closer to her. His face felt warm and he was trying not to stare at her. She moved closer to get around the coffee table.
"Then why don't I go work on breakfast and I'll let you rest on the couch, I'm sure you're still healing some," she said, touching his chest where the bandages were. Creed nodded hastily, a little too hastily and looked down at her and he suddenly couldn't look away. He found himself looking into her eyes, and there was no return.
His breath felt unnaturally short and his eyes got slightly wide again, but she didn't move. Creed didn't know what he was doing or why, but before he could think he'd wrapped one arm around her and kissed her.
It was only about five seconds later his brain finally caught up with his pounding heart and he jerked back, yelping, half tripping over the edge of the coffee table and somehow managing to scramble back a foot or two.
"S-Sorry...!" He yelled and waited in tense anticipation for her to yell at him to get out, but no reprimand came and he looked at her, breathing a little heavily, his face bright red.
Just like hers, he noted. Skyler looked over a moment later and shook her head. "I-Its fine..." she said and gave him a sort of shy smile. Creed replied silently with a boyish grin as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"I um, I..." he suddenly couldn't think of anything to say at all except for one thing.
"You're beautiful..." he blurted out and then froze. But before he could apologise he saw her blush and grin.
"And you're handsome," she answered. Creed relaxed a little and some of the awkwardness dissipated. He slowly got up and walked over there.
"Y-you think so?" he asked, looking down at her slightly. She looked up and he looked intently into her stunning eyes.
"Yeah, I do," she said. Creed grinned, not caring if he didn't look tough or intimidating, and he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her again, because he didn't know any better way to tell her exactly how he felt. He loved her, and he always would.
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