Mission Kiss Already is a go

"…I swear I have never seen two people dance around each other like they do!" Carman ranted, pacing around the room. Elsie was curled up on the couch, watching her girlfriend walk back and forth with mild amusement. "They get back from that timeline, flirting and being sweet with each other, but they don't kiss and act like business is normal?? My student is a damn idiot!"

Elsie reached for a cookie. The Dawning was approaching and Yetta had baked some early. "At this point, I worry you'll shove their heads together hard enough to break their skulls," she teased. "Come, sit down. You'll wear a hole in our carpet. Drink some tea, eat some cookies, and don't worry so much about them."

Carman leveled her stare with Elsie's. "Babe, Elisabeth, love of my life, the person I waited six years for-."

"You still won't let me live that down, will you?" Elsie asked, her tone slightly dry.

"These kids are in love. And they are pussyfooting around each other so much, they are limbo dancing with feelings!" Carman flopped down beside Elsie, leaning her head on her shoulder. "They need to kiss already."

"They do, yes." Elsie had agreed a little too quickly. "What I mean to say is, they need to address whatever feelings they may have for each other, and avoid another incident."

"Can we like- set them up or…?"

"You're the idea person. You tell me."

. . .

"I want you to move in with me." 

The offer had taken Yetta completely off-guard. Move in? With Crow? This had to be some sort of joke. Not that she hadn't accepted. Cherry was getting too big for the apartment, and Yetta wasn't about to leave her warbeast outside, in the cold. At least, that's what she told herself. Totally not because living with Crow sounded nice.

The City was setting up for the Dawning, although some people had hung their decorations a bit early. Yetta adjusted the box in her arms, sliding it into place in the moving van. Cherry nudged her thigh, huffing softly. She sighed softly, a hand on his haunches. Risking a look at Louella's apartment, she felt a small pang of sorrow. The elder hadn't been there for a week, and Yetta could only hope something hadn't happened.

She pat the passenger side, clambering in after Cherry curled up in the seat. The warbeast's tusks weren't that sharp yet, but the hunter had capped them to avoid damaging the rental. The renting office didn't know about her warbeast. They didn't need to know, as long as she was careful. Cherry, however, despised the caps, groaning softly in disgust. 

Crow's place wasn't too far away. He said he was renting a new place just for the two of them, one that would be bigger than the studio he had been living in. Yetta pulled up and parked, tossing the keys in her hand. Crow wasn't here yet, but he had the keys to the apartment, house. Whatever he'd managed to get. The place looked nice enough. 

She stayed in the van, humming softly as she turned some music on, hooking her streaming to the truck's system. Her hands drummed on the steering wheel, a call interrupting her relaxing. 

"Hey, are you at the address already?" Crow asked. "Cause there's a moving truck in the driveway."

"Sounds like mine. Need me to move?" Yetta asked, looking in the rear view mirror for any other moving trucks. There was one waiting in the road. 

"Just slide on over so I can get in too."

Yetta nodded, backing out, and driving back in, turning to the side slightly. Crow pulled in beside her, hopping out. Yetta cracked open her door, sliding out, landing on the ground with an "oof". Her vanguard smiled as she walked over to him, holding up a key. "Let me welcome you to your new home," he said, pressing the key gently into her palm. "We can argue about spaces later, let's get our stuff inside."

. . .

It was days like this that Yetta was glad she had taken the leap to move in with Crow. He at least remembered to make coffee in the morning. She slid out of bed, landing on her bedroom floor. She leaned her head against the bed, debating if she should put the effort into actually getting up. She could hear pots and pans clinking around in the kitchen. Crow was up too. Yetta risked a glance at the clock. 3 AM. Dammit. 

With a groan, she got up, leaning on her knees to push herself off the ground. She padded to the kitchen, wrapping her arms around Crow, who jumped. Once he relaxed, his hand covered hers, and he kissed the side of her head. "Morning, sleepy head."

She mumbled out an answer, gratefully accepting the mug of coffee that was offered. "Why are you up?" she asked, sipping the warm liquid slowly. "It's three in the morning."

"Why are *you* up? Hm?" He chuckled as she grumbled another answer, and went to sit down at the kitchen table, placing her head in her arms. "Yetta?"

"Hm?"

He took a deep breath, sitting beside her. His hand came to rest on her back. "What are we?"

"Too early." She sighed softly, turning her head. Crow brushed strands of hair away from her eyes. "Why?"

"Well, we get all sappy around each other, but we haven't actually said what we are." He shrugged. "If you still need time to wake up, that's fine."

She yawned. "I just thought we were back to dating," she admitted. "We never talked about it, but I just rolled with it."

"Would you like to?" He sipped his own coffee as he asked, closing his eyes as he drank the bitter brew. "Date, I mean."

"I'd like to," she agreed. "It is, however, three in the morning, and I'm only ten percent awake."

He nodded, chuckling. His datapad dinged beside him, and he checked it, sighing softly. "The vanguard is having an early meeting. Our stunt at the meeting is hot gossip right now."

"Everything about you is hot," Yetta mumbled sleepily. "What else is new?"

"You know what I mean. Favoritism has consequences, sadly, and the hunters are mad I'm already picking favorites. And I must face them." He kissed her forehead, standing up. "No regrets. I'll do what I need to in order to fix this."

Yetta hummed softly. "Everybody has their favorites. They're just made you got yours already, and they didn't get a fighting chance."

Crow laughed softly. "Go back to bed. I'll see you when I come home."