Re: Bellum!
"Take the damn thanks," she grumbled, looking up at him as he shifted closer. She didn't seem to notice that she hadn't exactly thanked him, but that was alright. "And it was bound to happen. I was a witch in Russia in 1917." Rationalizing it made it so much better, after all.
Just like before, the kiss was a surprise. Her exhaustion had relaxed her enough that she leaned into him, arms sliding around his neck as she returned the kiss. As he broke it off, she frowned. "Am not," she bit back, pressing the ball of her foot gently on to the top of his.
The elevator slowed to a stop, opening its doors on the seventh floor. Her eyes widened as she stared at the floor in shock. "No fucking way," she breathed. "Seriously?!"