hey, it's been a while on here! i lowkey forgot i had this shot book, and besides, i feel like i do tratie more justice than cresswell :')
anyway, i hope you enjoy this! i don't really know what to say about it other than it's just... fluff. kinda underwhelming fluff at that, lol.
maybe i'll get better at writing cresswell the more i write them, but who knows? i just feel like i don't do as good a job with them, i don't know.
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Thorne thought it would be easy.
He'd spent months with Cinder and Scarlet on the Rampion without a single hiccup. Sure, he flirted jokingly with them, but he did that with every girl he met. Even Iko was fun and comfortable to fool around with. He'd been around girls all his life - talking to them and being with them was so easy.
But not with Cress.
She short-circuited his brain, making it impossible for him to function. He couldn't understand how one tiny Lunar girl could make his head spin like she did. And she was even a shell, for the stars' sake! It should've been impossible - Carswell Thorne was the one who made other people's hearts leap out of their chests, not the other way around.
Still, his mind drifted off to think about her much more than he'd have liked to admit. Even as he piloted their way to Luna, he couldn't drag his mind away from the kiss they'd shared on the rooftop in the middle of their most recent fight. Frankly, it was one of the most meaningful kisses he'd ever experienced. He was trying to figure out why.
"Captain?"
The small voice shook Thorne to his very core, and he took a shaky breath before turning to face her. Even though he'd just regained his sight, he still wasn't used to seeing the tiny girl. He knew he would've had trouble maintaining composure, since it was long after everyone had gone to their cabins to sleep and she no doubt had bed head. And she did. But what she had on nearly took Thorne out.
"Cress, are you wearing my shirt?"
A blush crept from the collar of the dusty blue tee to her cheeks, and he felt his own cheeks warm.
Carswell Thorne did not blush.
"I- uh..." she stammered, clearly uncomfortable and bashful. And adorable. "My dress was really gross. I rummaged around and found this."
"Oh."
She twisted her foot inwards, clearly uncomfortable. Thorne couldn't help himself but scour over her body - the majority of which was covered with the fabric of his shirt, from her collarbone to her thighs. She looked so small, so adorable...
Why was this making his heart stop?
"I'm sorry, I can ask Cinder if she has any-" she started, but Thorne cut her off.
"No, no, it's fine." A flash of his normal self rose through his nerves and he smirked. "You look better in it than I do."
He'd seen so many girls in his shirts. He prided himself in owning the best shirts that his flings could wear the morning after; loose-fitting cotton tees and husky button-ups. But he had never in a million years meant the line he'd so often spoken.
She actually looks better in it than I do.
"Captain?" Cress' rose-dusted cheeks grew even more heated after she stepped closer to him, and he just knew that his ribcage would pop.
"Yeah?" He would've stood from his captain's chair, but Thorne supposed he would've collapsed if he tried.
"Thank you."
He wasn't exactly sure what she was thanking him for, but he didn't resist when she walked into the space between his legs and situated herself to hug him. Immediately, he gripped her back, wanting to savor her. She was so timid that he shocked her with this sudden show of affection.
With Cress' head fitted into the crook of his neck, Thorne was able to breathe in her floral scent. Once she'd discovered rose and sage soap, she hadn't stopped raving about it. Thorne now understood why.
Aces, he hoped his shirt would smell like that by the next morning.
"Cress..." he breathed her name like a swear, mind muddled and eyes traveling over her. "Aces, Cress."
Aces.
She gazed up at him with wondering doe eyes, arms still around his neck and fingers still fiddling with his hair.
Out of all the exotic and sexy women he'd met and even been with, Cress blew them all away. He'd never seen someone so innocent and pure, but so gorgeous. It was different than what he was used to - refreshing. That was his only explanation for being dumbfounded by her like he was.
"Goodnight, Captain," Cress peeped suddenly, slipping from his grasp and scurrying back to the hallway.
Confused, Thorne reached out to pull her back, but she evaded him. Before going into her cabin, she turned to him and smiled lightly.
"I think I'll borrow your shirts more often, if it's alright with you."
It was very much alright with him.
