Ms.Pauling X Female!Reader

"You can't just go in there and begin shooting. Are you guys crazy?"
The green eyed woman yelled at your team. You sat on the table behind her. Snickering as she yelled at 4 of the 10 members. The Bostonian boy spoke up,
"Ms.P come one. We were just havin a little fun."
She scoffs and begins to yell at him,
"Are you kidding me Scout?..."
The rest you didn't quite catch because you zoned out staring at her. You had been crushing on her for quite some time. Even with Scout in the way, you still felt that you had a better chance. Despite being of "the female gender" as Spy said. You has been talking to him about Pauling. Asking if he knew anything about her, but to no avail. Breaking to reality again the green eyes stared into your (E/C) ones.
"(Y/N), Jesus. You too?"
You shake your head,
"Huh, no...I just...lost in thought."
She sat next to you, fixing her glasses, and sighing,
"Would you like to talk about it?"
You look around, to see if any of the men were around, you laugh.
"We're never alone when Spy is at the base. Can we go to my room?"
She nods. You both stand up and walk to your room.

As you two walk into the room, you close and lock the door. You weren't expecting to do any of that with her, but you didn't need one of the guys walking in on your confession. Not only would that be very embarrassing, but they would also know you liked females. You wouldn't blame it, if you had only known how they felt about it. You knew Spy couldn't give a shit and a half, but the sexist slurs the men yell at eachother on the battle field scared you. You assumed if they didn't like it they could just fuck off, but you hope they accept you.

With that aside you stared back at the short haired woman, whose glasses always seemed crooked no matter how many times she fixed them during the day. Her hair looked so soft and her cheeks were always a light pink because she was always running errands. To you, she was the definition of beautiful.
"So, there's something I've been meaning to tell you."
You trailed your sentence, trying to think of a way to make it sound right.
"Tell away. I'm always here for you."

A small smile layed itself on your face. You took a deep breath and spoke,
"I've liked you for a while, but I've been too afraid to say anything because I didn't want you to be uncomfortable around me."
She began to laugh, and you instantly regretted your decision. You knew this would happen, you felt so vulnerable at this moment. The woman you've been chasing after is laughing at your confession.

"That would be weird for me to not talk to someone like me. Right?"
Your face became red and you raised a brow,
"What?"
She walked closer to you placing her hands on your arms,
"I like you too (Y/N)."
A wicked smile popped up on your face and without thinking you hugged her. She was taken aback, but hugged you back. Still holding her in your arms.

(A/N: Sorry it's so short. This story was created for SadisticalShadow.)