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Ray and Y/N get out of ECTO-1 upset and covered in slime. Peter and Winston spot the two in their slime-covered coveralls and grumpy faces and instantly start cackling way too loud for both of their tastes. Rays look changes one that is much more defeated (if that were possible), while Y/N flips them both off and heads to the showers to rinse off. Ray had agreed to let her go first, being the sweetheart he is, and Y/N doesn’t exactly deny the offer. Normally she would have insisted because he would’ve taken less time, but between the ghost and the crabby mood she had already woken up with, she was a bit more comfortable pushing her politeness towards Ray to the side. Plus, he had offered so she didn’t think it was too rude.
It took about twenty minutes to get the slime out of her hair and another ten to get it off of her body and even before it had dried, she knew her hair still probably wasn’t completely clean. Still frustrated but feeling a bit better, she decided to see her favorite man of the bunch. Passing Venkman and Zeddemore who was still chuckling but were quickly shut down with a glare and a “fuck off” tossed in their direction.
“Ooo, she’s feisty! Go tell your loverboy that we have some take-out for him if he’s able to get his giant head out of the lab's doorway.” Peter snickered and ducked as a random object was chucked at his head.
“For the last time, Peter, he’s not my ‘lover boy’, but I will tell him there is food up here. Thanks. Now fuck off. Zeddemore, stop smirking before you get on my shit list.”
“Wait, am I on your shit list?!” Peter called after Y/N as she started to make her way towards the stairs.
“Peter, you are my shit list!” Y/N yelled back at him, popping her head back into the frame to watch the faux offended look spread on his face while Winston started cackling again. She chuckled quietly to herself before stopping at the top of the stairs to the basement. Was that… a beat? Why was there a beat coming from downstairs? Was Egon doing more experiments using music again? With a confused expression and a quiet step, Y/N quietly started walking down the stairs, because if he was working on an experiment, which nothing else would explain the music, then she didn’t want to disturb him.
She was, however, very shocked to see Egon swaying his hips and dancing around using an unplugged and unused Bunsen burner as a fake microphone, making rounds around the lab. With his eyes closed and his ears too invested in the melody of the up-tempo song, he didn’t hear the quiet giggles she was muffling using the sleeve of the sweater she had put on after her shower, which she had just conveniently realized was one of his that she had swiped when the heat broke down a few months ago and he had told her to keep. She watched as he spun around and even started to sing along in a slightly off-key but still very much appreciated tone.
“You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen…” She almost lost it when he started to snap along to the beat. He turned around with his back facing her for a second and started pulling out very interesting versions of the dance moves she had only seen on the television before depicted in disco scenes.
“So… ABBA, huh?” Apparently, he had picked up something glass when he had turned around because when she decided to speak up after watching him for about half of the song, it startled him so bad that he spun around to face her with a startled look on his face and dropped whatever he was holding. At the sound of the shatter, her face turned from highly amused to concern, racing over to come to make sure he hadn’t been injured when the object had dropped.
He was still so in shock that he hadn’t had time to realize that she was coming to help him, and before he could stop her, she herself had gotten a piece of glass wedged in her foot. She started cursing up a storm and held her foot in a childish manner, hopping around to keep from putting pressure on it, a grimace heavy on her face. Finally snapping out of it, Egon cursed as well and led her to the closest sitting area, which was a small couch they had put in the corner of the lab for when Egon stayed up too late working and didn’t want to disturb anyone by coming up to the sleeping area too late.
He instantly propped her foot up on his leg so he could get a good view of it, and she sat with her back pressed against the arm of the couch with a pout on her face. As he inspected her foot, her grimace grew back into a grin as she realized he was blushing still over being caught in the moment. “I never would’ve pegged you to be a Swedish disco-pop fan.”
His face somehow grew three shades darker, and he mumbled a flustered shut up, telling her to keep still so he could get the piece of glass out of her foot. Luckily, he was able to spot the shard pretty soon as there was one tiny little drop of blood from where the piece had shifted, and he removed it. As he got up to throw out the piece of glass and sweep up the rest, she watched him with a soft smile on her face.
While he dumped out the shards he collected into the proper disposal area, he started talking to her from over his shoulder, trying to be as serious as possible and not give away the fact that he was still embarrassed. “Keep your foot up there for a bit, it doesn’t need a Band-Aid but it’s still probably best to not put it on the dirty floor immediately. You can stay down here for a bit,” he sent a glance in her direction, red still noticeable on his cheeks, “I am going to turn off the music though.”
“Aww, you’re no fun!” She playfully pouted at him, earning a chuckle from the man. He turned back to her and made his way back to his previous position, sitting on the other cushion of the couch with her legs thrown over his and her body facing him. Egon looked at her with a smile on his face before suddenly turning serious. She raised an eyebrow at the emotion change, “What is it?”
“You absolutely cannot tell the guys what you walked in on. I will be ruined.” Instead of getting across to her seriously, she started laughing so hard that she threw her head back. He found the sound so enchanting that he didn’t have the strength to keep the serious look on his face and ended up laughing with her.
Slowly, they both stopped laughing with joy still lingering in their eyes as they made eye contact. The atmosphere seemed to grow tense for the both of them, seeing each other in such a mood rendering them both speechless for a moment. Simultaneously, they both seemed to realize their position. She became hyper-aware of his hands on her legs, keeping them from falling off his lap during their giggle fit, and he became aware of the glow she seemed to radiate post-shower.
It was a pretty small couch, so when he realized there was a bit of ectoplasm still in her hair, he was able to reach out and pick it out with ease. It took him a second to realize the expression that had overtaken her face at the simple gesture, his hand freezing not far from her face as he took in the facial expression. She was staring at him with wide eyes, mouth slightly open, and face flushed, almost as if she were in shock. His face morphed into one similar when he realized how intimate the gesture must have seemed to her, and he had only just then realized how closes their faces were.
Neither one of them seemed to be able to help it when they started to lean into each other, almost as if their lips were being magnetically attracted to the other persons. His now ectoplasm-covered hand went back into her hair without him realizing it, but neither of them cared at the moment. His other hand traveled to her hip, while both of hers slid up to nestle in the short, thick hair he had at the base of his skull. After a few, slow minutes, they pulled away, in a way that showed they didn’t want to part. Y/N spoke first, thinking she was to blame for what just happened. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me-”
Before she had time to finish her rambling, Egon mumbled the second shut up towards her for the night before pulling her in for another kiss, deeper and more passionate than before. She kissed back with just as much passion, both of them starting to smile into the kiss. They broke away when she started happily giggling, her body leaning slightly on his now, ridiculously huge smiles on both of their faces.
“I cannot tell you how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” Egon said in the most relaxed and elated voice she had ever heard from him. She giggled and gave him a few more quick pecks before pulling away from him, still smiling wider than he had ever seen from her. It was one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen.
“Me neither,” She spoke using a soft tone, as if a louder one would break up the moment. She hopped up from her seat suddenly though, grabbing his hand to pull him up. “Come on, the boys have take-out upstairs, you need to eat.”
With that smile on her face, he would follow her off of the tallest cliff. He happily started trailing after her, hand-in-hand, like a child pulling their parents to the living room Christmas morning, before he stopped, suddenly serious again. “I mean it, Y/N. The boys cannot hear ever what you witnessed today.”
She giggled and kissed his cheek. “Of course, honey. I won’t say a word,” she sent a wink in his direction before resuming her journey to the food. When she got to the top of the stairs, the two boys simultaneously looked at their joined hands, then to the happy looks on both of their faces, before looking at each other and making a statement in unison.
“Finally.”
The new couple looked at each other confused but let it go at least for the moment and switched their focus onto the food. As they took their first bites, Y/N started humming the tune, smiling cheekily at the dangerous look he shot her from over the table and the red spreading onto his cheeks once again. She couldn’t have been happier, and he had never been happier.