Rating: PG
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Happiness
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Stacey's managed to be happy.
022: Happiness
She tilts her head to the side when he leans down to kiss her cheek. It’s a tiny little gesture that he’s come to associate with comfort and warmth. With Stacey and all she stands for.
It’s been long enough now that neither of them tries to fill the silence. They talk, of course, but when they’re done, she doesn’t squirm and he doesn’t fish for words and they simply exist together.
Gert snorts from her seat across the table. Dale chuckles and Stacey gives her a perplexed look.
"God. You guys don’t have to make out at breakfast," she complained.
"What?" Stacey slides into confused and amused. "We’re not making out."
Dale surreptitiously pulls her chair to him. Both of them shoot him shocked looks. Stacey gives hers up, though, when he pulls her into his arms and kisses her long and hard.
Gert gets up and heads for the door.
They break apart for air.
"Stupid," she slaps his chest.
"I love you, too, dear."