|Analise Gordan (crazyonyou) wrote in the_colony,|
@ 2011-03-10 07:58:00
|Entry tags:||^ week 34, analise gordan, andrew kirke, | ana and drew|
Week 34 - Thursday
Characters: Ana and Drew Kirke
Location: Their bedroom
Summary: Ana doesn't like the idea of she and Drew assigned to different raid teams
Ana was quiet the entire short walk back from the meeting about solar panels. She still wasn’t sure she understood why she and Drew were put on different teams and the not understanding was making her skin itch. Or maybe it was the annoyance. Either way, she didn’t like it.
Drew had just shut the bedroom door behind them when she stopped and turned back around. “I’m goin’ to go tell Alice I’m goin’ with your group,” she announced.
“What? No, babe, don’t do that,” Drew immediately replied, grabbing her lightly around the waist and pulling her in for a loose embrace. “Don’t make waves. It’s no big deal.”
“Don’t make waves?” Ana raised her eyebrows. “Have we met?”
He pulled a face at her slightly, then bonked his forehead gently against hers. “Seriously, it’s not that big a deal. We do everything else together except for your doin’ guard duty. And it’s just one job, y’know?”
“Yes,” Ana protested. “But it’s one job where I am somewhere and you are somewhere completely different.”
“How’s that different from the way stuff was before, hmm?” he prompted, pulling his head back a little and tilting it at her a half smile on his lips. “You had a job and I had school. That’s life. You didn’t go to one of the raids last time and I did.”
“That was...different,” Ana pouted, unable to explain why.
“Y’mean it was before we were married,” he countered.
“I like it better when I’m out and you’re here. You can meet me at the door with a cocktail and a pot roast.”
“Wait, I’m the housewife?” he replied, brows raised slightly. He was far from insulted, but he couldn’t help but tease her and speak up about it.
“Works for me.” A hint of amusement came back into her voice. “I can wear pants and bring bacon.”
“Oh god, don’t talk about bacon,” he groaned, leaning in and kissing her soundly on the mouth. When the separated, Ana giggled against Drew’s mouth.
“Baby, I didn’t know discussin’ pork products did it for you.”
“No, I just miss bacon. Jesus.”
“You missed a perfectly good sausage joke.”
He nipped her lower lip. “I’ll tell Alice I don’t wanna raid anymore, but I’m not gonna ditch right now. They’re depending on us.”
“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to. I don’t want to make you stop.” Ana didn’t bat an eye at her own contradiction.
Drew chuckled but didn’t say anything, leaning in to kiss her again. His hands slid into her back pockets and he pulled her hips cleanly into his. She rolled her hips forward against him.
“I just worry about you.”
“I know,” he murmured into the corner of her mouth. “And I won’t tell ya not to. Just try not to, hm? I’m goin’ with Mr. Mom’s group, after all. He’ll be extra careful.”
She snickered. “Still. Texans’re hot heads.”
“Well aware,” he replied with a huffed exhale. “Last time we were paired off, he gave me shit because I wouldn’t shoot a raccoon. He does the job, though.”
“See? That’s why I worry,” Ana frowned. “You don’t need to shoot raccoons or nothin’, but you don’t use guns.”
“There’s gonna be four other guys,” Drew reassured her, leaning in to kiss her again. “Be cool. It’ll be fine. I’m a big boy.”
That got a whole lot more than a snicker out of Ana. “Yes, baby.”