Never did like to swim.

I have never written a Tom and Sasha piece, so I thought I would give it a go. I saw the prompt and thought it would be fun to write!

'Right now, I don't know if I want to kiss you or shove you overboard.'

'Can I pick?'

(Prompt has been changed slightly to fit being on a ship!)

After Sasha puts her life in danger on a mission Tom is torn on what to do about it.

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Tom paced his cabin, occasionally stopping in the middle of the room to look at the brunette who seemed unfazed by what had happened only an hour earlier. She was sat on the couch, now in fresh clothes, her hair limp around her shoulders, waiting for him to speak.

"You could have died…" Tom began, still pacing, refusing to look at Sasha because he knew if he did this would become personal. Hell, it was already personal, but looking at her would make it real, looking the scar on her cheek from the knife fight and the bruises that were appearing on her knuckles, it would prove to Tom that today he could have lost her.

"I didn't Tom. I'm still here." Sasha said, her voice uncharacteristically quiet and shy.

Tom took a breath, glancing over at her, shaking his head slightly.

"What happened today could have been avoided if you had followed orders." He said, this time stopping in front of her.

"No, it couldn't. I was on the ground, Tom, I saw what was happening and I did what I needed to do," Sasha said back, standing up and folding her arms across her chest, but not being afraid to get close to him.

They knew each other well, which meant Sasha knew that somewhere in Tom's mind he knew she was right, she was there, she saw what was happening and she did what she was trained to do, and she knew, or rather hoped that when Tom had calmed down he would see that too.

"You put everyone else in danger, you should have gotten out of there." Sasha shook her head.

"I keep telling you, I did what I had to do. You should know me well enough to know that I can handle myself,"

"This isn't about handling yourself, Sasha. This is about keeping people safe!" Tom raised his voice frustration seeping through in his tone. His face was set with anger and annoyance at what Sasha had done, but also what she was doing know.

Both of them were too stubborn to let it go, and hours later when they'd both calmed down, they would admit it, but right now neither of them were backing down.

"I can protect myself, and you of all people should know that, because you're the one who trained me, Tom!" Tom gave her a look, one that she knew all too well, it was the look she had first gotten used to at the academy, and normally it would have made her shut up, but this time Sasha knew she was right. It was Tom who trained her, it was how they fell in love, or more so, how she fell in love. Tom never did tell her when he began to fall for one of his students.

"What you did was dangerous, it could have gotten you killed," Tom's voice was quieter this time, almost as if he was admitting defeat, but still sticking to his guns. In his eyes, although he knew very well that Sasha could protect herself and the crew, she could have died, and he knew he couldn't live without her.

"And…" Sasha prompted, sensing that he wasn't done.

Tom looked at her properly before stepping even closer, letting his eyes scan over her face, looking at the scar on her cheek, then moving onto her neck, the various scars and bruises from fights and training, then forcing himself not to look any lower than that, before looking back up at her eyes again.

He cupped her cheek, the one that wasn't scarred and the sudden touch made Sasha shiver slightly, but she managed not to let it show.

"And," He began, "Right now, I don't know if I want to kiss you or shove you overboard."

Sasha smiled, tilting her head into his touch just a little more.

"Can I pick, Captain?"

"You could, but I trained you, so I think I know what your answer will be." His frustration from earlier disappearing as he moved his face closer to hers so they were inches apart.

"Really?" Sasha asked, putting one hand against his chest and the other around the back of his neck.

"Yeah, well, you never did like to swim…"

Thank you so much for reading! Reviews are so lovely, Bethany.