A Jaeger's Love [Pacific Rim] -Discontinued-

Unexpected Kiss

(Striker's P.o.v)

6:29 a.m...

I open my eyes, tired as sh**.

My vision clears up and I blush. I forgot that I slept in Gipsy's room and No.
Non of that crap.

Although I couldn't move, Why? Gipsy was snuggled up to my chest and my arms were around her waist.

God Dammit

I really need to leave before she wakes up, but my body refuses to get up.

Ugh

I heard her start to stir, I close my eyes quickly, pretending to be asleep.

She wakes up and sees me. Sh**

(Gipsy's P.o.v)

I open my eyes and see Striker. We were snuggling together. I blush a little.

He looked as if he was still asleep. Or at least that's what I think.

Then I heard snickering. I look over and see Cherno and Crimson there smirking.

"Wtf!" I yell.

"Awww Adorable" Crimson says.

"I wonder What Striker will say when he wakes up" Cherno asks, wondering.

Crimson then gets an idea. He smirks at me.

"Kiss Him" He says.

"W-What?!" I ask.

"Kiss him before Crimson forces you to" Cherno says.

(No one's P.o.v)

Striker was silently panicking.
She was gonna kiss him!?!

'Omg Omg Omg OMG!' Striker thinks.

Gipsy was blushing red.
She looks at Striker.
She leans closer to his face, her heart was thumping rapidly.
Her lips connect with his: A kiss.

Gipsy had her eyes closed, Chenro noticed Striker's face turn red. He realized that he was awake.

Striker was turning redder and redder, so was Gipsy.

He opened his eyes, his arms already wrapped around her waist, and pulls her close.

Crimson and Cherno are fanboying now.

The two melted into the kiss. They pulled eachother closer.
Gipsy's arms wrap around his neck, and her legs around his waist.

"Where's a camera when ya need one?!" Crimson whined.

"Same" Cherno agreed.

After a few minutes they pull away, blushing.

Striker as red as a cherry.
Gipsy as red as Crimson's armour.

Crimson and Cherno couldn't stop fanboying.

"Bakas" Both Striker and Gipsy say.

7w7

Later

Striker and Gipsy were sitting on the runway, looking out at the Ocean.

Striker looks down at Gipsy's hand. He hesitantly places his hand on her's.

"Hm?" She looks at her's and his hand.
She looks at him.

Striker had his head turned away, blushing.

She uses her other hand and gently touches his face. He turns his head to her. They look at each other, then lean close. They kiss again.

Striker then picks her up, not breaking the kiss. He brings her to his room. He sets her down, they cuddle.