Mech Pilot who takes a callsign to protect themselves from the Fae.
Setting down their empty beer can, Rumplestiltskin replies, "Ahh, c'mon. Can't you just drop it? No-one else bothers any more."
Pouting, Bridget points an agitated finger, "Oh don't think that means they've stopped thinking about it! And if we start to get serious, who'll they start asking? Me of course. And what am I supposed to tell them?"
Rumplestiltskin evades her gaze, "That you respect my wishes."
"Oh piss off," Bridget growls, sipping from her own can of beer.
They sit quietly, the roar of rolling waves on the shore as a backdrop. Rumplestiltskin reaches for another can, only to see they're at the end of their six pack. They eye Bridget's can, thinking about stealing a mouthful. But as they look up to her face, she's deep in thought.
"Bridget?"
She looks back at him, a deep unanswered puzzle in her mind, she lets their curiosity hang unanswered for some time before she vocalises the thought.
"What the fuck am I supposed to call out in bed."
Trying to defuse the tension, they answer with a cheeky grin, "Oh, so we're going to bed?"
She kicks him fiercely, and he suddenly tumbles off down the sand dunes. Contrary to their swagger, most pilots are not physically impressive. Engineers like Bridget do a lot more heavy lifting. The hardest thing pilots have to do is flip particularly a stiff switch.
She shouts down at them, "Piss OFF. I'm serious here. Rumple? Stilts? Skin? RUMP? Each one makes me gag more than the last."
Dusting sand off themself, Rumplestiltskin says, "You could just say R."
Bridget glides down the dune, sand flying up in a cloud as she does, "R??? You want me to moan R like I'm a fucking seal. Fuck me."
Rumplestiltskin catches her in their arms and plants a kiss on her lips. She knows he's doing it just to interrupt, but she lets it happen.
After thinking of what to say, they break off the kiss.
"Who said you'd even have the breath for words?"
"Good grief, that one could've cooked a bit longer," Bridget says, a smile betraying her real feelings, "Alright, alright. Go tidy up after us. Then we'll see if you can live up to that boast."
Bridget watches Rumplestiltskin clumsily and eagerly rushing back up the dune, cursing how much she enjoys the sight. She's in far too deep. Her mother had always warned about this happening with humans. Bridget could practically hear her mother in human form reciting "They're paranoid, they have all sorts of nonsense stories about the fae, and unfortunately some of them are true."
She lets out a sigh just for herself, "I'll find out your name Rumplestiltskin. And when I do, I'll know whether or not I want to keep you."