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Title: A Study of Anatomical Sorts (Part One)
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Summary: Church and Tex know each other better than anyone else, inside and out. [ five out of twelve little fluffy (and one slightly angsty) drabbles about church and tex ]


one ➠ eyes

Church wasn't exactly sure what it was that he loved so much about Tex's eyes. They weren't anything overly spectacular. Just... hazel-green. And they were more hazel than green. But for some reason he couldn't help but be drawn to them.

Maybe it was the way they got that mischievous glint in them whenever she insulted him and the familiar banter started. Maybe it was the way that, even with bags under them from lack of sleep, they still managed to light up whenever she saw someone get their ass handed to them. Maybe it was the way that, when everything else about her was either military-blank or schooled into an expression of distaste, her eyes always shone with whatever emotion she was feeling.

It didn't really matter in the long run, though. All Church really needed to know was that brushing her fringe out of her eyes and kissing her because they've got the completely exhausted and worn out look in them is a surefire way to get one of those rare, small smiles out of her.

two ➠ smell

Tex wasn't one of those girls that would wear all sorts of perfume and use nice smelling soaps. Instead she would sometimes steal Church's things and go around all day smelling like Axe. Those were the days that were a little odd for Church. He'd be in the middle of an attempt to ambush her with a playful kiss to her neck and he'd get a whiff of what smelled like the inside of his locker.

But then there was the day that Tex showed up at his door unexpectedly. He still had his apartment in Texas, then, as he hadn't gotten stationed anywhere yet. She'd already been in that Freelancer group for a while at that point and, if Church was honest with himself, he hadn't really expected to see her ever again.

She just stood there, two large duffel bags slung over her shoulder, his old black sweatshirt hanging off her smaller frame, and a blank look on her face. Even her eyes were empty. “Move, I'm letting in the rain,” she'd rasped out. He'd all but yanked her in and slammed the door before enveloping her in a massive hug. Tex had struggled, not wanting the affection, but he held tight. Eventually she just gave up and he all but clung to her, wondering why, along with the sweat and rain, she smelled like blood and regret.

three ➠ mouth

“You've got a scar right here,” Tex murmured as her fingers traced Church's bottom lip. He smirked against her fingertips and gently nipped at one.

“I know,” he said. “I'm the one who's lip got busted.”

Tex rolled her eyes and smacked him in the arm. “Don't be a smartass, Leonard.”

“Fine, Allison.”

“Asshole.”

“Bitch.”

“You kiss your mother with that mouth, Church?”

“No. But I do kiss you with it.”

That smirk Tex was wearing could only mean bad things for Church. She leaned over him and pressed a surprisingly soft kiss to his lips before getting out of bed. “Not any more you don't.”

“... What?! Wait. Get back here! Just-- Let me pull my pants on! Tex! Tex!”

four ➠ ears

Tex always found it funny that Church had a little piercing hole in his ear. From the stupid stage of his life, he'd say. He was still in that stage, she'd reply as she gave his earlobe a gentle tug with either her fingers or her teeth, depending on where they were. That simple act annoyed him to no end. And if the teasing wasn't enough to make Church regret ever having gotten his ear pierced, then the fact that Tex would occasionally buy (maybe steal, Church never asked) random pairs of incredibly dorky and/or girly earrings to put in the still open hole while he was asleep... well. That was.

He could live with it, though. After all, he knew the perfect way to get payback. He knew how when he trailed his fingers over the shell of Tex's ear just so it would make her breath hitch. He knew that if he scraped his teeth over it, a shiver would course down her spine. And there was the one little spot just behind it where her jaw met her ear and neck... when he kissed it just right she turned to putty in his hands with a small moan.

And there was, of course, the way he hung things off the industrial piercing she had in her ear while she was sleeping. That sort of payback ended up in more frilly earrings for him, but it was pretty damn hilarious.

five ➠ skin

There was nothing quite like the feel of skin on skin contact. Whether that be during intimate encounters or just brushing up against Tex in passing, Church reveled in the feel of his skin against hers. He could never quite figure out why it was that it thrilled him so much, but he wasn't going to complain. Tex did occasionally. You're too touchy-feely for me, Church, she'd say as she walked out his door with a frown. He would nod and sit back to wait.

She always came back. Always. She loved the way she felt when he touched her. She loved the way that they could be doing something mundane like making dinner and he would come up behind her and trace her freckles. Either with his fingers or his lips, he would caress. He would murmur unintelligible nothings against her skin and in those moments he treated her like she was a goddess and he was worshiping her skin.

And Church knew how much Tex enjoyed those moments. She let him know in every quiet gasp when they were in bed and she told him in every soft, barely there smile when they weren't. She showed him in the way her fingers would trail down the side of his face in a fond gesture. And that was why he could sit back and relax when she walked out his door. It was because he knew, as long as they had that contact, she'd be back for more.