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Sniper sits on the roof of his campervan, his hat tilted back to better allow him to see the sunset.
He /was/ waiting for Spy, but the damn ponce is late again.
Of course, he’s not going to go anywhere /without/ him, so Sniper’s found a way to entertain himself for a while.
Sniper won’t say that he doesn’t mind, but he’s certainly less irritated than he could be.
The sunset stretches before him, seemingly endless as it paints the sky a brilliant orange. Streaks of red accompany the orange as the sun dips beneath the horizon, bathing the sand in a stunning gold hue.
It almost reminds him of home.
Granted, the stars that are beginning to decorate the sky are completely different, but it’s close enough to make his heart ache.
The sand shifts, muted footsteps finally approaching Sniper’s van.
Sniper doesn’t turn away from the sunset. He doesn’t have to. He already knows who’s there.
“You’re late again, Spook.”
“Can you find it within yourself to forgive me?”
“Maybe.” Sniper huffs, trying to hide a smile. He quickly adjusts his glasses.
Spy places a bottle of wine on the roof once he’s almost to the top of the ladder, before climbing back down.
“.. Spook?”
“I have a surprise for you, mon cher.”
Sniper nods slightly, laying back on the roof as he waits.
Spy struggles up the ladder, but before Sniper can offer to help, Spy unceremoniously dumps a bouquet of roses onto the roof, before promptly remembering himself and checking to see if his carelessness damaged the flowers.
Sniper, however, is far more focused on the vibrancy of the petals, and how stunning they are in the evening air.
“How’d you bloody get those?” Sniper whispers, sounding breathless.
“I have my methods.” Spy grins, his usual smug smirk replaced with a fond smile.
“Guess so.” Sniper swallows thickly, glancing from the roses up to Spy.
Sniper stares at Spy, so mind-numbingly flustered he almost forgets to breathe. He knows he’s gotta be blushing up to his ears, but for some reason, he doesn’t think he minds.
“May I?” Spy asks, his lips slightly parted as he intertwines his fingers with Sniper’s own.
Sniper pauses, before nodding, allowing himself to be pulled into a surprisingly gentle kiss.
Spy settles against Sniper’s side, curling against him as Sniper wraps an arm around him.
“Stay?”
Spy sighs contently, burying his face in the crook of Sniper’s neck. Sniper can feel Spy smile against his stubble.
“No promises.”