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[psl] Church/Tex reunion

There are several choices for Tex after she crash-landed at Valhalla. She knows that Maine is pursuing her, and she knows her presence in combination with Omega and Gamma being there as well will draw him there. No one can account for the choices we make. In most cases she would have chosen to stay there, face him, and fight, yet there's one thought that keeps running through her mind, and that's Church's complete vulnerability.

She has no idea about the fact that the time distortion unit caused it to take a year for the ship to crash. She just absconds as soon as the ship is down. She makes her way back to Blood Gulch. She tells herself it's just exploratory, just to check on him, make sure things are okay, but she finds that he's gone. How can he be gone? She roots through the computer systems there, figures out it's been much longer than could ever make sense, and finds Church's relocation orders.

And so she's gone again, traveling with her invisibility on to avoid drawing Maine's attention. She reaches the base Church had been assigned to only to find that it's crumbling, the wall damaged. At least that makes infiltrating easy. She doesn't trust that he won't have some kind of protection—Flowers is dead, but surely the Director intends to keep him under guard. So she enters the base and stalks around, intending to kill anyone she finds inside besides Church, but there's no one. No one at all.

This is weird. He must be under surveillance, she thinks. She needs to meet up with him, but she needs for it to be without the Director knowing, so she exits the base and sets a charge off in the rocks outside. The plan is for him to notice the explosion and to go investigate. She positions herself behind the barrier there and materializes, waiting.

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Church sighs.

He has no idea what she means by that but he’s not sure if he wants to argue with her about it either. Not when there are other people that need saving, and she can do more about it than he can.

“Fine. But, please, come back to me when you’re done, alright?”

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"Absolutely," she says. "I wouldn't leave you all alone. If I can help it."

She doesn't actually know if she can help it. Maine was a formidable foe without any AIs to assist him. What if she goes after him and gets captured? But she can't think that way. She's going to beat him. She has to cling to that.

Church smiles at her.

“Yeah,” he says, trying to make a joke of it. “I’m absolutely hopeless on my own.”

Even though he did just fine when he spent months at his base alone. Other than being bored of his mind, of course. That was not fine, not at all.

Seeing him grin at her like that is heartbreaking. But she smirks, beginning to strip her armor plates off. She needs to get some sleep before heading off again.

"That's right, and don't you forget it," she says.

Church smiles again, glad that it got the response he wanted out of her. He had a feeling that that would be a winner.

He begins to take his armour plates off so he can get some sleep too. But then, it occurs to him to ask, “So, do we share or... ?”

Sure, she is (or was, he’s not really sure which) his girlfriend but he doesn’t want to be too presumptuous. So he decided to ask before they go to sleep.

Even though asking makes him blush a bit.

Tex hadn't thought to ask for a double room when they checked in, so the bed he's lying on is the only one. And she's not so sure she would have wanted to be separated from him like that anyway. Not when she's going to be leaving again.

Besides, him blushing is cute.

She doesn't answer him, simply continues removing her armor plates. She pulls the chest and back piece off over her shoulders last and sets it down next to the chair. Then she gets up and moves to the bed with him.

"Scoot over," she says.

Church finishes removing his armour as she finishes removing hers.

And then, when she tells him to scoot over, he grins and gets scooting. He’s really glad that she chose this option, that - whether they are still dating or not, whatever the hell the thing that is up with their convoluted relationship is - she is still willing to literally sleep in the same bed as him. And he doesn’t care whether it goes or if it even goes anywhere, as long as she’s there in bed beside him, as long as he’s still someone she’s willing to be this close to.

She lies down and rolls onto her side to face him. "Why are you smiling like that?"

“‘Cause this feels nice,” Church says, still smiling. “Doing this. You know?”

His blush has came back. He hadn’t expected Tex to ask him why he was smiling - he thought she’d be too focused on her new mission to care - and so he is both pleasantly surprised by - and flustered - by her asking.

Though, he supposes, with just how out of sorts he is most of the time, anyone would be surprised to see that there are some things that can actually make him smile, some things that he actually doesn’t hate.

Even Tex.

Sure, he loves her but it has been a long while since he’s gotten this many chances to smile around her, with no leadership position to try to appear professional for and no teammates to fear the teasing of and no enemies putting him on his guard.

(Well, okay, some enemies buuut... less enemies and less visible ones. The kind he can forget about easily.)

And he’s glad that he can show this side of himself and she can see it again. That they have this chance to be together, even if it won’t be a long one.

"God, you're such a girl," she says, rolling her eyes, but she seems pleased about it, too. She wishes things could be easier between them, that she didn't have to leave in the morning, but he doesn't really seem to mind that much, either. He's just happy to have her here now.

She doesn't know what to expect from this situation, but she supposes she'll just let Church take the lead and allow him to have whatever amount of affection he wants, if that's what he wants. She figures he does, though.

Church laughs.

“Well, you were always the manliest one out of the two of us.”

Which, even though he likes it, has embarrassed him a lot. It’s hard liking a woman stronger and tougher than you in a canyon full of military dudebros, especially when you’re at least kinda one yourself. And especially when Tucker is there, being such a ladies man, talking about all the chicks he wants to - and believes he can - pick up. It really gnaws at Church’s masculinity, though he really wishes it didn’t, wishes that he could be more comfortable with himself and how he compares to Tex.

But, alas, Tex is the one with the self-assuredness here, not him.

"Don't forget it, either," she says, smirking and poking him in the chest with one finger. She's not thinking about much beyond the fact that she has to leave him soon, not thinking about their history or Church's perceived memories he has of her. She failed him once and she doesn't intend to do it again. That's what she's focusing on.

“I assure you I won’t,” Church says, a laugh in his voice. “You make it really hard to forget.”

Especially after their romantic history had led Caboose to describe Church as a ‘gay robot.’ And if he wasn’t still kinda weirded out by seeing Tex in a double of his body, he would realize that he is a bi robot. But as it is, he is not ready to realize that yet.

"Hey, can't have you going off thinking you're the one who wears the pants." She doesn't bother to disabuse him of the notion they're together. They had been tightly knit once in a way he doesn't understand, and the fact that he doesn't remember it right is almost something that she takes as a matter of course now.

“Yeah, I’d likely fuck it up,” Church says, laughing. “And you’re not someone who can be ordered around.”

Tex getting ordered around is almost unimaginable for Church, even though Tex, as a Freelancer, does sometimes get commanded to do things by the people higher up on the hierarchy and sometimes does them. It’s weird how that works but... somehow, that’s how it is.

"Yeah, and you know better than to try that," she says. "Good thing for you."

She's still smirking—Tex rarely smiles fully—and she lowers her hand from his chest, resting it on the bed.

Church then turns toward her, and says, “That’s ‘cause I like it better when you’re ordering me around.”

"See, that's why you shouldn't call me a bitch," she says. "Because you're my bitch."

She likes this new, closer positioning. It's dangerous too, though, because she's tempted to grab onto him. And if she grabs onto him it'll be harder to let go when she needs to.

Church grins.

“I like your reasoning there,” he says, amused and very pleased to hear Tex claiming him so blatantly.

Sure, there are plenty of other valid reasons not to call her a bitch but out of all of them, that one is his favourite and the most persuasive - even if the others are, objectively, better reasons than it is.

"It's solid reasoning, that's why," she says.

Her hand is lying on the bed between their chests, and she moves it so that her palm is flat against her breastbone. This is mostly to keep herself from moving it to encircle his back. Their faces are very close now. She doesn't want to encourage his obsession with her, but she does enjoy physical comfort—something she hasn't had in quite a long time. She finds herself studying his lips, tilting her head just a bit as if inviting a kiss.

Fuck it.

"Church?"

“Yeah?” Church asks, his voice soft.

He studies the new position she’s moved into with his eyes, thinking that if he just spends long enough looking at her and thinking about it, he’ll find out why she shifted into it. ‘Cause, to him, anyway, it seems like an odd one.

"God," she mutters, and closes the gap between them, moving her hand to his waist and going in for a firm kiss.

Church kisses her back eagerly and passionately. Though he expected it to be weird to be kissing another version of his own body, he finds that, ‘cause Tex is in it, it feels completely natural. He puts a hand on her waist and keeps it there, wanting even more contact with her than he already has.

His enthusiasm spurs on her own, and she presses her fingertips into his synthetic flesh, rubbing and even pinching a little. She didn't really mean to get into this situation with him, but she's not regretting it happening. She edges her tongue into his mouth with a sigh and gives into her desire to hook her leg over his, bending her knee and curling her foot around his calf.

Church lets out a moan, unable to stop himself. It feels really good, and he’s really glad that she’s touching him like this again. Glad that, whatever the nature of their relationship is, this is included in it.

He continues to kiss her, and yields easily and eagerly to her when she hooks her leg over his, letting her position herself however she wants to.

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