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Beatriz da Costa moved her hip to shove the fridge door close. The cold brew latte with a load of hazelnut syrup in her hand promised exactly the good time she needed after the mission this morning.
The feel of the condensation on the glass was cooling and Bea congratulated herself for pulling her green gloves off for this.
Taking one of the reusable bamboo straws Tora brought into the embassy, Fire took her first sip and downright moaned. Yes. That was the life.
Her coffee in one hand Bea made her way towards the living room area of the embassy. With her other hand she opened her boots and wriggled herself out of them.
With a swipe she grabbed them and carried them with her. As soon as she entered the living room, she threw the offending shoes near the door and let her socked feet sink into the fuzzy carpet.
She was sure it was a bitch to clean and maintain, but this sort of comfort after a long day running around in heels? Pure bliss. Yes, she flew a lot in her flame form – her feet thanked her for that – but sometimes you just had to walk.
Bea looked over to the couch, her next destination while she was sipping again on her coffee, but found it occupied. Booster and Beetle were sprawled on the couch, Booster’s leg casually slung on Beetle’s thigh, dangling in midair. Ted was reading, Booster seemed to play on Ted’s Gameboy. Highly concentrated judged by the tongue sticking out of his mouth and his furrowed brow.
Bea smiled. If it weren’t for their constant need for attention with their shenanigans it would be sweet to observe their developing relationship. Beatriz was pretty sure they were head over heels over each other, madly in love, the whole deal, but were just too dumb to notice or too busy to keep the toxic-masculinity act up.
But every time she saw them she was still surprised not to see them smooching or cuddling. One day they would make that jump, Bea was sure. Any day now, the way they were so highly comfortable to share their personal space any time they were together in the same room.
Her next sip from the straw alerted the two men and they looked up, almost in perfect sync. It was ridiculous with these two.
“Hey Bea!”, Booster said, grinning and pausing his game. Ted also lowered his book.
“Hey boys.” Bea smiled back and raised an eyebrow, when Booster seemed to remember something and starting to look embarrassed. A rare, rare sight for the man running around in scandalous tight gold spandex (future threads? Whatever.), selling his body for what it’s worth. Which was quite a lot, Bea had to admit.
Booster kept fidgeting, softly elbowed Ted who caught Booster’s nervousness as soon as they looked at each other.
Well, this was highly suspicious behavior. For anyone. But especially for the Blue and Gold.
Bea rolled her eyes.
“What is it? What are you up to?”, Bea said, her free hand now on her hip, bracing herself for whatever was coming her way.
“Well…we…got something to say…”, Booster finally changed position, sitting up straight, taking his leg off from Beetle, leaning forward, now wringing his hands.
“Ok…”, Bea slightly cocked her head, studying the two. Even Beetle put the book away and looked worried, now putting a hand on Booster’s shoulder.
“So we…want to get something out…we are…ah Beetle…help me out…”, Booster put his face into his hands. Was that a blush?
Did Beetle just stroke over Booster’s shoulder reassuringly, his back?? What was…happening?
“Maybe…it’s better to just show her?”, Beetle said softly, a gentle nudge, which seemingly did the trick because Booster lifted his face from his hands, looking at Ted.
The red on his cheeks also deepening, with his azure costume a stark contrast. Bea looked between their faces, back and forth.
Booster sighed and nodded. His eyes were fixated on Ted’s and he started to tilt his head. His eyelids dropped low, but Bea could see he was looking at the other men’s lips.
Ted’s lips trembled slightly, and he leaned closer, they moved like a magical force was pulling them, so slowly, so cautious…
Bea’s eyes widened, her mouth starting to open.
She couldn’t believe this was happening!
Booster’s hand was on Ted’s knee, Ted’s hand still laying on Booster’s shoulder. Everything seemed to flow in slow motion.
It was happening!!
They were so close, their lips almost, almost touching – Bea felt her own cheeks heat up. The fact, that they trusted her with this, the sight of them sharing this intimate moment, their coming out, their first kiss in front of a teamma-
Just before their lips met Beetle opened his mouth wide and Booster put his nose in the now vacant space and grunted like a pig. Ted’s mouth worked as an amplifier for the sound Booster made and it actually sounded like a full-grown boar.
Bea was gaping at them, bordering to a face of disgust.
Booster was still with his nose in Beetle’s mouth. They did it again. And broke down laughing.
They looked to Bea, howling with laughter, tears already forming at the corners of their eyes, only stopping to do that display of utter bullshit a third time.
Bea felt annoyance bubble up in her and threw her free hand towards the ceiling.
“What the fuck is wrong with you??? Not witnessing this…this…nope…bye…fuck!”, Bea yelled followed by a string of Portuguese curse words and stormed out of the living room, leaving the two snickering and still laughing. Ted had even doubled over, clutching his stomach.
Why was she even rooting for these idiots?? If they ever got together, they certainly deserved each other.
Booster and Beetle still wheezed with suppressed laughter even after Bea had left.
“You…you think we scarred her for life?”, Booster cackled and swiped tears from his eyes.
“Oh absolutely!”, Ted answered and tried to get his breathing back under control.
They high fived each other and fell back into their comfortable positions on the couch, this time Booster slung his arm around Ted’s shoulder, pulling him close with a grin.
“So…now the living room is secured…” Booster started but was silenced by Ted pressing their lips together, immediately deepening the kiss. Booster sighed happily and welcomed Ted’s tongue enthusiastically, grabbing his boyfriend in a tight embrace.
Best way to get some private time ever.