“You could’ve said no,” Wash said, arms crossed. He was sitting as close to the edge of the sofa as possible, leaving as much space as he could between himself and the tangle that used to be two separate people until the movie started.
“Nonsense,” York said, his face emerging from somewhere between Carolina’s chest and arm. “We like spending time with you.”
“Yeah,” she piped in, looking over at Wash, not even bothering to smooth out her hair. “I’ve been waiting to see this movie.”
“But you’re not even watching!” Wash said, gesturing with both hands at the screen. “This is the best paaart!”
“Wash, you’ve been saying that about every part,” York said patiently. He tapped Carolina on the side of her ribs and she sat back, the slightest sign of an annoyed pout on her face as she stared at York.
“Yeah, but, this really is a really good part,” Wash said defensively.
York sighed. “‘Lina, why don’t we take a break. I’ll go get a beer. You want one?”
Carolina slid off of York’s lap and sat down on the couch, regarding the screen with apathetic interest. “I’m good,” she said as York got up. He took two fingers to his forehead in a small, casual salute as he walked over to the refrigerator.
“I’m so glad you two are feeling more comfortable around me,” Wash muttered, reaching down to pick up the bowl of popcorn that had been hastily abandoned in his retreat to a safe distance from his two companions.
Carolina noticed the popcorn and grabbed the bowl out of Wash’s hands just as he sat back into the couch. “Yeah, well, at least our clothes are on this time. Unlike when you walked in and-“
“I didn’t see anything!” Wash said hurriedly, a bit too eagerly. Carolina didn’t respond, merely stared at the screen. Wash could swear he saw her mouth twitch upwards into a smirk.
York sat down again, turning his eyes to the screen. “They’re just praying now!” he said indignantly, complaining to Wash. “What happened to that girl that beat everyone up in the bar?”
“She was a sleeper,” Carolina said simply. “The commercial was a codeword and now they’re on a planet full of high-class hookers.”
“Companions,” Wash corrected.
York chuckled. “I don’t know if I should be happy about the hookers part of that sentence or offended that you’ve paid that much attention to the film.” She threw two kernels of popcorn at York’s face, predictably landing both and hitting him on the nose and cheek.
“Don’t be jealous, York,” she said with a smile.
He grinned and set his beer down on the table next to him. Carolina managed to push the bowl of popcorn away from her and on the floor safely as York dived at her, pushing her down and into Wash’s lap as his lips closed the distance between them.
“Guys,” Wash said, trying desperately to ignore the fact that now they were fully on his lap. York didn’t seem to mind that he was slowly pushing Carolina further up on the couch, completely invading any hope that Wash had for personal space. “Guys, no, seriously, this is the best part!”
oh my god this is beautiful.