AWD #080: Three Little Words
Three Little Words
Summary: Holtz and Ygraine finally stop dancing around each other and put a certain three little words on the table.
Date: 27/03/2013
Related Logs: The various Holtz/Yggy logs, All The King's Men
Holtz Ygraine 
Viper Squadron
The berthings for the Orion's Air Wing are the same as what one would find on any other Mercury-class Battlestar, though they are distinctly different from the rest of the bunks on the ship. These bunks are separated not into sections of sixty, but by squadron. That means that there is a little more room to move around with only twenty to twenty-five pilots in one bunkhouse. Some officers have brought a small rug to sit in front of their bunks, but the tables and chairs are standard military issue. At the rear is a small couch that was probably new when the ship left anchorage and seems to have been kept carefully clean. The crest of the Lucky Strikes has been painted onto the wall behind the couch, as well.
March 27, 2005

This day has just been enough. She walked out of sickbay rife with uncertainty, and the scuttlebutt hitting her ears sent her into such a twist that Ygraine didn't know what to do with herself. And her normal response to any problem, frak it away, is not the answer, because it'll all still be there. Ygraine enters the viper berths, making her way to Holtz's bunk but not settling down. She paces like a fretful tiger, not really looking at anything at least at first.

Holtz looks as though he's just come in from the shower. His hair's still damp and he's only half dressed, wearing a pair of green fatigue pants with a shirt and his towel draped over one shoulder. His pale skin is still a bit flushed from the hot water, but even so, there's no mistaking the angry-looking welt on his jaw for anything but what it is: a bruise in the making. Seeing movement near his rack, he looks over to see Ygraine. "Hey, Shakes," he greets her, a flat expression on his face.

Ygraine actually looks startled, turning to look at him like she might jump out of her skin. The startlement turns to anger when she sees the developing bruise. It comes accompanied by frustration of not knowing who to be angry at. She makes a sound in the back of her throat, like a growl, if that growl came from soft fuzzy lion cub.

Holtz doesn't stop walking, moving towards his locker to toss away his towel before he finally pulls his shirt on over his head. He meets her gaze with a raised eyebrow. "Hope that's not you spoilin' for a fight," he says dryly, seeing her expression and hearing her growl. With his shirt in place, he walks over to his rack, standing in front of her and leaning with a shoulder against the wall.

"I told her." she says, "I know, I know you probably started it, " Because let's be honest, it's Holtz, and he starts shit, "But I frakkin' told her, I - " she stops short and stares at him.

Holtz just looks at her, momentarily confused as he rests a hand lightly on the shoulder. "Hey, hey. Slow down." There's a puzzled frown on his face as she finally falls silent. "Start over. Told who, what?"

"Everything is coming apart." she says, not starting over. She tugs on the front of his shirt, scowling. "We can't even trust ourselves. The woman who got me through landing a predator and the man who reminds me of my brother aren't even real people, and it's all going t'shit and I'm tired of livin' like I expect t'die."

Holtz doesn't bat an eye sighs, his eyes flicking down to the deck for a moment before meeting hers. "Yeah," he says after a moment's pause. "I know how ya feel. It is what it is, though. Don't see it changin' anytime soon." Headshake.

"Everythin's uncertain." she says, and raises her hands. Her fingers curl around the sides of his face, very carefully - she doesn't want to aggravate the proto-bruise. "Cept you. We go out, we throw ourselves into gettin' killed but even then I know you're certain." She suddenly looks terrified.

Despite her care, Holtz can't help but wince as her fingers brush against the rather sizable welt on his face. Nevertheless, he doesn't waver or pull away. "I…" At this moment, despite whatever she might say, he looks anything but certain. It might not quite be the sudden abject terror that manifests on her freckled features, but it's clear her words are stirring up emotions on his end as well, his eyes never wavering from hers.

Yesterday she called someone a coward. "I love you." she says, and she says it quickly, and with some small amount of terror.

And there it is. The sound of those three little words deflates Holtz like a pin to a balloon. He sighs, and for the first time, turns away. "Gods-frakkin'-dammit-frak-me-all-to-hell…" Then, abruptly, he turns back to her and takes her in his arms. Roughly, because well, it's Holtz. "I love you too," he says softly, and kisses her forcefully.

When he turns away her face just falls, and then he's right back like a boomarang, and she's kissing him back. But before it turns into something they'll need to block the door for, she pulls her head back, smiling. "Um. How does this work?" Like there's a handbook or something.

Holtz just laughs, still clutching the slim ECO in his arms. It's quiet, but nevertheless there's a certain giddiness to the sound, as if a weight has been lifted from his shoulders. "That's… a damn good question." he replies with a lopsided smile. "Didn't exactly plan for this, you know." Another chuckle. "Not sure prior experience means frak-all these days, yeah?"

"Well, no offense, but your previous experience is…kind of a mixed bag." she smirks up at him. "I guess we just…kinda go on as we were anyway? I mean um, it's not like there won't be a whole ton of 'took ya long enough'."

"So it is," Holtz replies with a self-effacing grin. He shrugs. "Guess so. I sure ain't complainin' about how things were goin' before, anyway." At her last, his smile fades, replaced with an entirely serious situation. "I know there will be. I… didn't want to admit it, I don't think. Wasn't sure if I was ready for…" He trails off, shaking his head as he looks down at her. "But I ain't gonna hide it, neither. I do love you, Ygraine Vashti."

"Kurt Holtz, I love you and it scares the ever lovin' shit outta me." the blonde replies frankly. "It scares me more than goin' out on missions. How frakked up is that?" But she laughs, and thank the gods she can laugh at something now.

There's absolutely nothing quiet about the belly laugh that springs forth from Holtz' lips. "That's… pretty frakked." he replies, shaking his head ruefully as the last echoes of laughter subside. "But hey… par for the course these days, yeah?"

When she leans in again, this time it's to press her face into his shoulder briefly. "I don't want t'not do somethin' because I might day. I just want one constant thing. I'll be yours if ya be mine. Okay?"

As she leans in, Holtz wraps his arms around her in a loose embrace. "I was yours before I knew I was yours, Ygraine," he replies quietly, rocking side to side ever so gently. "Don't see that changin' any time soon."

She tilts her head back to look at him. "Some ain't gonna be too pleased." she says frankly. "I'm kinda makin' a major shift in th'way I live and I started turnin' invitations down weeks ago." She's not going to mince words with him about how she's chosen to be thus far. "So…I hope ya understand it may get thrown in you face. Ya let me handle that shit. Yeah?"

"So much for 'strictly casual', yeah?" Holtz asks with a wry grin, remembering her words in the head when they'd first hooked up. He does look a little surprised at one thing she'd said. "Weeks ago, huh?" A shrug. "Frak 'em," he says, shrugging, as if it's really that simple. "I ain't gonna go lookin' for trouble. Promise. But I ain't runnin' away if someone decides to get lippy, neither." This is Holtz we're talking about here, after all.

"Fair." she says with a laugh. Yeah, he wouldn't be Holtz, otherwise. "Alright. Ready t'face the music, then? Because th'Air Wing alone's probably never gonna let us live it down."

"Frak 'em," Holtz says again with a shit-eating grin. "Far as I'm concerned, they can rag all they like. They're just jealous they didn't snag themselves a hot little Leonid blonde." He laughs coarsely as he gives her waist a little squeeze.

Ygraine snickers. "So." she says. "Let's face th'music, kill us some Cylons, and then maybe see where we're at? It's as much a plan as anythin' we're like t'have," she can't help but add, "Ya old space dog."

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