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I sat on the couch, arms crossed. Danse and I had our first big fight almost thirty minutes ago. He stormed out, and I had just finished a good old-fashioned cry session. Looking back, what we fought over was absolutely stupid. I could hardly remember why I was mad, but he had stormed out and I didn't know when he'd be back. I stayed put on the couch and the sun eventually fell, darkening the interior of my home in Sanctuary. I heard the front door open quietly, and I kept my arms crossed and my eyes on the ground.
Danse sat down next to me with a huff, resting his elbow on the armrest and running his fingers through his hair, "I'm sorry."
"No you're not."
He glanced to me, "Yes I am. It was a stupid thing to argue about."
I let out a sigh and lean over, pushing my shoulder to his, "Yeah..." I looked to him, "I know how you can make it up to me."
He raised his brows, "You want me to make dinner this week?"
"I was gonna say we could make out for a few hours but I like your idea better."
The soldier chuckled and leaned over, kissing me quickly before sitting back and patting his lap. I hesitantly put myself on him, straddling his hips and squeezing my thighs gently. He let his hands lay limply on the couch and I pushed my lips to his, feeling his scruff against my hand as I cupped his jaw. I let out a surprised yelp as he suddenly reclined the couch. He smiled a little and I sat back on his thighs, pulling my shirt over my head add tossing it to the ground. He propped himself up for a moment, pulling off his light jacket and shirt before laying back down. I rested my palms on his broad chest as I leaned over him again, kissing his jaw softly before going to his neck, leaving a dark hickey at his pulse point. That would be fun to explain to Maxson later. I moved my lips to his collarbone, biting down gently and rolling my hips against his.
He let out a soft moan, his lips parting slightly and his eyes squeezing shut. I reached a hand down, and he lifted his hips, helping me pull his jeans to his knees. I pulled away for a moment, and kicked off my own pants, pushing my lips to his again. He chuckled and rested his large hands on my hips, "This isn't making out."
I raised my brows, "Do you want me to stop?"
"Fair point."
I let out an airy laugh and kiss him again, grinding gently. His smile faded and his jaw slackened as he let out a small moan. I drew back and pulled his boxers down, running a hand down his shaft, spreading a bead of pre-cum around his tip. I watched his facial features quickly become more erotic and once he's lubed with his own pre-cum, I position myself above him, cupping his jaw and running him thumb over his lower lip, "You ready?"
He nodded his head, letting out another desperate groan. I wrapped my hand around him, and slowly lowered myself onto his shaft, moaning his name softly. His hips bucked upwards and I ground down, my clit brushing the warm skin of his torso. He let out another low-pitched moan, his grip on my waist tightening. He let out a quiet curse, which surprised me, seeing as he wasn't one for foul language. I raised myself slightly, leaning my head back in ecstasy as he thrust upwards. He pushed a thumb to my clit and I clenched around him.
As usual, I felt my stomach tighten and release as I came, and road out my high. Almost immediately after, Danse pulled out, cum weakly spurting from his tip onto his lower stomach. He lay his head back and I put my head on his chest, smiling up at him, "I forgive you."
He caught his breath, "What were we arguing about again?"
"I dunno about you, but sex doesn't jog my memory." I think for a moment, "It had something to do with Deacon."
