Deviant Behavior (Connor x Reader)

Semper Fidelis

"And this..."

"Connor!"

He buried his name with a kiss, and buried something else inside you.

"This isn't the part where I make you scream my designation just yet, Officer."

The hand supporting your leg lifted it higher, his finger sliding between your legs.

"I've sent an e-mail to Captain Fowler..." He dragged his mouth up to your ear, taking it in his teeth as he set a rhythm.

"What-" You gasped, and the finger on your sensitive spot started vibrating, "Why-"

His voice was intoxicating as a deep chuckle rolled up from his chest.

"...We're going to be late."

...

He'd kissed you as he pulled away, leaving you spread out on the bed as a giggling, twitching mess.  He had a knack for knowing when to stop, and got you a towel to clean yourself.  Even let you use it first.  Except this time, in the morning; after he'd helped you to the bathroom – he'd left you alone long enough to get a shower.

You'd been worried he'd bust down the door.  It was obvious that he enjoyed your body...a lot.  Enjoyed making you feel like you were walking on water, rather than drowning.

Worse things had happened to you.

You brushed your teeth in the steamy mirror, hair dripping along a white tank top over a black bra.  You didn't wear anything else except a pair of spandex shorts; and after spitting out toothpaste and rinsing your mouth – you decided you weren't quite ready to slip on that uniform again.

Today was your first official day back on the job; and although you wanted it, after yesterday?  You weren't necessarily in a rush.

You opened the door, and the apartment's air traded for the bathroom's steam.   A new smell wafted inside; one of coffee and eggs and...

Breakfast?

You turned off the light behind you, walking down the hall and peaking around the corner.

Sure enough, there he was with one hand in his pocket – his watch hovering along the stitched seam; and the other shaking a pan over an open flame.  His sleeves were rolled up above his elbows, one foot pointing upwards and his hips moving back as he flipped an egg with a twist of his wrist.

He was whistling a little tune until he saw you, his face curling back in shock.

"Good morning," He met your eyes, "...Again."

You smirked, padding your way to him and running your hands up his chest, over the bulges on either sides of his neck, and then wrapped your arms over them.  He smiled as his teeth clicked against yours, and a hand slipped around your waist to grab your ass.

You jumped, "Well, hello there-"

"Working with you is going to be very difficult today." The pan skidded across the stove as he turned the flame off.

"Just today?" You bit your lip, giving him a devious grin.

"You-" He sucked in a cheek, "Stop..."

He grabbed your hips – perhaps harder than he intended, and guided you around to the other side of the bar.  He forced you to take a seat on a stool, and planted a kiss on your forehead before returning to the kitchen to pull a plate from the cabinet.  Your arms brushed against the opening of his jacket, hanging behind you on the back support.