WfR125: Cheeky

"Oh I'd hope not!" Amara yelped. "Hadn't thought of that. My cheeks burn, sometimes. When I think of you."

"It hurts to think of me?" Molly asked as her mushroom helmet reformed itself, more open but still thick and protective.

"No, it's warm," Amara replied. "And so far, only when I can't see you."

"Ahh so you want to keep me close by, so your cheeks don't burn up missing me," Amara teased. "I'll take that."

"Will you?" Amara was surprised at how serious her query sounded.

"Yeah. Yeah, I will," Molly answered gently, with equal solemnity. Some stray rocks from the Field drifted by the viewport, too far to be a danger to anything and too useless to mine. Molly took Amara's hand and squeezed it. "Would I be with you?"