Chocolates for a pilot
Drake entered the entrance of his hideout, wiping his hands of nothing in particular as he plopped himself down on the swivel chair, giving himself a good spin or two, wearing a proud smile on his beak.
“Way to go, Drake.” He praised himself, continuing to smile, eyes closing while his head rested back. “You’ve officially made this the best Valentine’s Day for everybody.”
The truth was he didn’t do much, from a standard point of view. He had simply given a homemade box of chocolates to all the friends and family he could think of, signed with a signature from the very Darkwing Duck himself. From Gosalyn to even Fenton, they all seemed pretty appreciative of the gesture.
“Yuup. You gave everyone-” His voice trailed off, something seeming to catch the corner of his eye. Right on the desk, there was…
“A box of chocolates,” Drake said aloud, puzzled. Had he forgotten one?
He picked up the wrapped box, the chocolates inside shuffling slightly. He thought to anyone he could have forgotten to give one to when suddenly the sound of his entrance door being opened interrupted his thoughts.
“Heey, DW!” The familiar voice filled the room, and soon as he heard it Drake smiled widely.
“Of course!” Drake chuckled, feeling a bit sheepish that he’d almost forgotten his faithful partner. “I’ll just give this box of chocolates to... Launchpad.”
Something about that sentence made him notice his heartbeat, now nervous and pounding in his ears. What was wrong with him? Why was the thought of giving the pilot the gift making him feel so anxious, when he had given them away all day to plenty of others?
“DW? Didn’t ya hear me?” Launchpad suddenly appeared from behind him, on the last step of the stairs as he came into the room.
Drake quickly spun around in surprise, holding his hands and the box behind his back.
“Launchpad! What do ya know..” He chuckled awkwardly, rocking back and forth on his webbed feet.
“Not a lot,” Launchpad answered, thinking it was a question. “But uhh what I do know, is I have this last box of chocolates and I'm not sure what to do with it. I thought about eating it myself, but the box is wrapped so tightly I couldn’t get it.”
Drake looked down at the object in LP’s hands that he hadn’t noticed before then, seeing a beaten and shredded box similar to the one behind his back.
“Oh?” He tilted his head, his beak, and cheek tufts dusting a soft pink. “That’s, well, I have that problem too.” He said, at last, finally revealing the perfectly intact heart-shaped box.
“Huh..” The pilot seemed lost in a trance of looking back and forth between the two gifts as if he was trying to figure something out. “Sooo. We both have one left?”
“Seems that way,”
Drake gulped, his legs feeling like they were moving on his own, bringing himself closer to Launchpad, until they were only a few inches apart.
He looked up at the much taller male, feeling the heat rise from his arms up to his forehead, his throat dry. His hands nervously clutched the box tightly, the cardboard crushed under his hands.
Launchpad, although he was not usually the best at figuring things out or reading the room, also found a bright red blush creeping across his face, at the sudden and close proximity of his partner.
“Launchpad..” Drake’s words caught in his throat, as he cleared it. He took a few deep breaths, letting his muscles relax, telling himself to stop being so tense. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right.
“LP..” He started again, gently pressing his box against the pilot’s chest, forcing himself to manage eye contact despite how on fire he felt. “Will you... Be my valentine?”
Drake watched the other’s eyes widen, dropping his already damaged box to the floor, as chocolates littered the floor.
“Launchpad?” Drake gulped, anxious. His heavy breathing returned, wondering if this was a big mistake. Of course, it was, why would Launchpad want anything like THAT.. with him?
He sighed, bitterly. He opened his mouth to tell him to dismiss it, when he was swiftly pulled into a crushing hug, feeling his body pressed tightly against the pilot’s body, feeling his be robbed of air.
“Oh, DW! I... I don’t know what to say.” LP’s voice wavered, sounding tearful and joyful at once.
“Maybe... Before you say anything... You could stop suffocating me.” Drake strained, wheezing between a few words.
“Oh, right.”
Launchpad chuckled as he loosened his grip around the other’s waist, though his arms stayed around him.
“It’s just Uhm, well..” He looked down at Drake, as they both started blushing a deep red all over again. “I.. I’ve liked you, for a while now. I don’t know a lot of things but what I do know is... It would be SO COOL to be Darkwing Duck’s boyfriend!”
Drake couldn’t help but let out a bashful laugh, absentmindedly dropping his box of chocolates as well, but he didn’t seem to mind. He sighed, still smiling as his laughing settled.
“Does have a ring to it,” He replied, agreeing with Launchpad’s exclamation.
There was a brief silence, the two of them trying to figure out what to do next. What was the right thing to do next? To say next?
Drake didn’t have time to figure it out, for Launchpad seemed to do that for him already, feeling the pilot’s warm hand press against his even warmer cheek softly, tenderly turning his head towards his.
Drake’s hands wandered from the pilot’s waist up to his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his jacket between his fingers. Their beaks quivered nervously, an inch apart from each other.
“Drake? Are you.. Okay with this?”
There was no answer, none that was verbal anyways. But no words were needed when DW crashed their beaks together, their kiss messy and flustered and off-guard.
Launchpad tensed at first, but was quick to relax, his hand holding the back of Drake’s head gently while the other traveled down across his waist, bending down to get the perfect angle.
DW relaxed as well, their kiss becoming much softer yet still just as passionate. After what seemed like not long enough, their beaks pulled apart, staring at each other with eyes wide and filled with love and admiration.
“Soo.. How often do you think we can do that?” Launchpad asked, breaking the silence.
Drake smiled, pecking Launchpad on the cheek. “As often as you want to.”