After an agonizingly long day at work, full of pointless tasks with pointless people, you rushed home to shower and change. You couldn't hide your eagerness anymore... You wanted to be with Crosshair whenever you could. You relished the time with him, and even with his brothers. And now, with this whole conspiracy they'd suddenly discovered, you felt a slightly insecure need to be as close to him as possible. You stuffed the feelings down, as usual, and headed to his apartment, stomach growling as you realized you'd forgotten to eat lunch.
When he opened the door, you were immediately struck by his appearance, squinting in confusion and laughing at the same time. He was barefoot, with his bare legs sticking out beneath the black coat he'd worn the first night you met.
"What the kriff is that?" you asked, still chuckling at the unusual sight.
"The jacket that you love so much," Crosshair answered, completely unfazed as you came in and closed the door behind you. He turned and headed back into his kitchen, and you were surprised to see a variety of ingredients and dishes spread across the counter.
"But where are your pants... Are you cooking?!"
"Thought I'd make a little something for us," he said, filling a measuring cup precisely to the top before pouring it into a large bowl. "Did you eat already?"
"No," you said, deeply impressed but trying to match his nonchalance. "I skipped lunch too, actually."
"Excellent."
You sidled up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your cheek against his back. The coat felt disproportionately thin, and then it hit you.
"Wait a minute," you said, a dumbfounded grin spreading across your face as you released him, "Turn around..."
"Can't. Have to get this in the oven," he insisted, making your heart swell in your chest at his ridiculous games.
"Alright, keep your secrets," you muttered, wondering what exactly his plans were. "Need any help?"
He pointed to some leafy greens on a cutting board, and soon the two of you were working side by side, passing remarks occasionally peppering the comfortable silence. When he finally had the entire mix in a large baking dish safely tucked into the oven, he turned around and wiped his hands on a towel before tossing it over his shoulder with an arched eyebrow in your direction.
Your hands were on his chest within seconds, brushing your nose against his before leaning in for a kiss. Every time you thought you'd figured him out, there was another surprise, another layer, another facet. And this ridiculous outfit... You teased your fingers across the buttons, looking up at him as you fiddled with one.
"Is this all you're wearing?" you purred, trying not to laugh.
"Only one way to find out," he murmured, coming close to kiss your cheek as you immediately released the top button, then the bottom. His kisses trailed down your neck as you reached inside the lapels, hands meeting warm skin that sent a jolt of delight and desire through you. He stood up straight, looking at you with a hint of smugness.
"Now you think you're so funny," you jabbed, although you couldn't stop smiling. You reached around him, relishing the glide of your palms across his back, and sank them down to his buttcheeks, giving both a firm squeeze at the same time. "How long does that have to bake for?" you asked, toying with his hips.
"Quite a while, unfortunately."
You couldn't resist the magnetic pull you felt toward him. The combination of his cooking and his humor, plus the enticing allure of his naked body beneath that damn coat, had you wanting to pull him off to the bedroom right then and there. But he had different plans, suddenly scooping you into his arms and heading for his living room, where a couch not nearly as large and plush as yours stood facing a rather plain shelf. The fading daylight was streaming in the high windows across the top of the room, and you felt exhilarated as he dropped you on the cushion. You couldn't help but laugh at the sight of him, completely naked except for the black coat hanging open on either side of his body.
"You are..." you couldn't even choose one word, there were so many flying through your head, "absolutely ridiculous."
"You're the one with the coat fetish," he countered, pushing you onto your back across the couch while simultaneously crawling on top of you with catlike agility.
"Wait, let me get my medal," you poked, laughter dying on your lips as Crosshair lowered his body against you. His lips pressed against yours again, one hand digging into the back of your hair, and your arousal was increasing by the second. Draping your arms around his shoulders, you wrapped one leg around the outside of his, trying to press every possible inch together. His kisses were long and lingering, growing increasingly passionate as he tilted his head, cupping your face and devouring your breaths with his mouth. Your lips parted, dragging the soft undersides of your lips along his, heart flipping when his tongue teased yours. You found his hair with one hand, nestling your fingers into it and pulling him in as you caressed his tongue and nibbled his lips.
You didn't realize how much you loved just kissing him. The occasional feeling of his heartbeat against your chest, the softness of his silver hair, the myriad of scents that had become so intoxicating to you. You enjoyed the way his eyes closed, peaceful yet intent, and the tickle of his breath through his nose pressed into your cheek. He was wiry and strong, firm and soft... You were hopelessly lost.
He paused for a moment, pulling away to take a deep breath before looking back at you. You saw lustful desire as well as worshipful affection, but there was more. His alluring honey brown eyes were heavily lidded yet intense, gazing into yours as though they held all the secrets of the world. He stroked his fingers down the side of your face, unfathomably tender and fond, and you were basking in his adoration until a sudden movement startled you.
A black face suddenly appeared over your heads. Cat had apparently leapt onto the narrow table that ran along the back of the couch, peering over the edge to inspect what exactly was going on here. You exhaled a laugh as Crosshair followed your gaze, coming face to face with the fascinated feline.
"Am I interrupting something?" you quipped, electrified again as he turned his attention back to you.
"She doesn't really like people."
"Oh, of course," you acknowledged. "Should I leave?" Crosshair's smirk was inordinately rewarding, and he climbed backward, offering a hand to help you sit up.
"Probably," he said, with an overly-dramatic sobriety.
"Hmm. Too bad. I had plans for that coat," you said airily, rising to your feet. He was behind you in a flash, wrapping you in his arms and kissing the side of your neck.
"Well maybe we can work something out." Your playful facade was interrupted by a beeping from the oven, and Crosshair gave Cat a quick pat as he headed for the kitchen.
Dinner was delicious -- some kind of cheesy concoction with chicken, broccoli, and a bread crumb topping that made the whole thing even more mouth-watering. Crosshair ate his out of a bowl, since you were using the plate, and you shared a glass of water. You'd poked some fun at his sparse home goods, but the mood had then shifted to more of an intimate conversation.
"So where did Cat come from?" you asked, watching her stare at the two of you from back on her perch on the shelf against the far wall. Her yellow eyes were unmoving, as was her sleek black body. The only sign of life was the mesmerizing curl of her tail, back and forth, as she remained transfixed on your meal.
A slight twist of pain flickered across Crosshair's face, and he finished his bite slowly before responding, "She was... Well, she was Scout's. Although Wrecker was the one who found her." You felt a sinking feeling in your chest, hoping that you weren't in dangerous territory.
"I thought you all were on separate squads for the most part."
"We were, but we did team up occasionally. And they eventually realized we were more effective with each other than with our own units. So Wrecker snuck her on the ship after a joint mission, and Tech got so obsessed with studying her that they both talked Hunter into letting her stay. She only liked Scout, though, and wanted nothing to do with the rest of us. Wrecker was a big baby about it," he snickered before getting serious again. "After Scout... She started lingering around me." His voice was thick with emotion, though he kept his features carefully arranged, and you reached across the table to touch his cheek.
"I love that," you said, giving him a small smile before looking back at Cat. "She's perfect for you."
Crosshair huffed a small chuckle, gazing at her as well. He considered her thoughtfully for a moment before turning back to his meal with a dismissive shrug. "I just like having her around."
* * *
Dinner led to cleaning in the kitchen, which led to making out in the kitchen, which led to you tugging Crosshair to his bedroom by one side of his jacket. You paused at the foot of his bed, finally pushing the coat over his shoulders and dropping it to the ground, ravishing him with your hands as you stood there fully clothed (for a minute anyway). Crosshair began to undress you, slowly and painstakingly, punctuated with kisses to any patch of skin he could reach as he removed each article of clothing. When you were down to just a bra and underwear, he turned you around, facing the mirror in the corner of his room, hands roving across your front.
You were normally not really into seeing yourself like this, often finding your mind lost in self-critical thought about whatever body part you were noticing. But something about his smoldering gaze over your shoulder in the dim light, the outline of his side behind yours, and the lascivious way he was feeling every inch of you... It was kriffing hot. He pulled the top of your bra down, freeing your breasts over the top of it, and sucked on your neck as he cupped and caressed them. You could feel his hardness pressing into your backside, and you lifted one arm to grip the back of his neck as he continued his ministrations. He looked forward again, watching you in the mirror as he slid both hands down your stomach, one stopping on a hip while the other continued over your panties.
"I love the way you touch me," you gasped, tilting your head to press against his, and the quiet rumble in his throat signaled his appreciation.
He ghosted his fingers between your legs before bringing them back up, pushing the waistband down, and you wasted no time in helping him free you completely of both remaining pieces of clothing. You tried to turn around, but he pushed you back, burying his face in your neck again and leaving a trail of burning kisses and bites across the curve of your shoulder. His hands were everywhere, tantalizing your entire front side before returning to your legs. He leaned to the side, allowing his long arms free reign while his mouth continued to savor every inch of your torso. His fingers dipped into your folds, stroking upward and drawing a moan out of you. You closed your eyes, tilting your head to the side in pure bliss as you reached a hand behind to stroke any part of him you could reach. He suddenly grabbed your thigh, picking it up to set your foot on the bottom edge of the low platform bed, allowing himself easier access as well as an intoxicating view.
"You are so perfect," he purred, teasing your clit while the other hand caressed your back. You opened your eyes just in time to catch his brow-furrowed inhale, eyes shut with focus as he pressed his fingers into you again. "So beautiful, so wet, so irresistible," he continued, moving his fingers back and forth to spread your arousal all over. He drew them back up, making an infinity sign over your clit as he looked back to the mirror. His hungry gaze increased your fervor, and you arched your back, spreading your pussy under his touch. He groaned, caressing it one more time before sinking his fingers inside. You gasped and whined, seeing stars as he simultaneously pinched a nipple gently. "Hmmm, you like that, don't you..."
"Kriff, yes," you breathed, closing your eyes again to surrender to the waves of pleasure that were building inside. He moved both arms, bringing one hand to your clit while the other stroked the inside of your walls, slowly increasing in speed and intensity. Your knees felt weak, but you couldn't move, absolutely transfixed by the incredible sensations that encompassed you.
"Why don't you watch me finish you off then," Crosshair said, his smooth voice husky with desire. You looked back to the mirror, struck by the ferocity of his gaze as he savored you. His words, his hands, his eyes... they were all building such a tightness in your core that you felt euphoric. You didn't think it could grow any more until he slowly added a finger, eliciting an unhinged moan from you as the light strokes from his other hand evolved into firmer circles on your clit. Fighting to keep your eyes open, you clutched him behind you with your fingers, leaning forward slightly in an involuntary response to the crescendo within.
He pressed his face against you, panting as your arousal stoked his own, and you hit your peak with fireworks going off behind your eyes as you squeezed them shut. White hot energy gave way to tingles that cascaded throughout your limbs as you clenched around him, the rhythmic pulsing of your orgasm slowing as his movements did as well. When you finally came to a rest, you sucked in a deep, shuddering breath, relishing the sensation as he slid his fingers out. He gently pulled his hands away, tucking his fingers into his fists as he held you in his arms. Your knees really did feel ready to collapse now, and you turned around to kiss him deeply, elated and overcome with emotion.
"I need to lie down," you whispered, glowing with satisfaction, "And then it's your turn."
"You can just enjoy that," he offered, releasing you to crawl onto the bed below, sprawling out on his back atop the covers. You were both plenty hot. You snuggled up next to him, wrapping an arm around his chest and nuzzling into his neck, feeling his racing pulse against your cheek.
"Oh, I'll enjoy it," you murmured, fingers tracing suggestively down his stomach now, "Don't you worry."