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You were holding your breath, trying to suppress the smirk threatening to overtake your features. The two of you were on the way back from a mission, covered in blood and grime and stinking to high heaven but Joel had been walking in front of you for the last, god knows how long, and you couldn’t resist any longer. A loud crack rang out through the, thankfully empty, room and the older man instantly froze.
“Did you just...” Joel trailed off, his eyes darting around the room, “did you seriously slap my ass? What were you thinkin’?! What if there were infected here?!”
You had the good grace to look slightly guilty before exclaiming “I’m sorry! Just... don’t wear those jeans next time. They make your ass look fucking great.”
Scrubbing a hand over his face Joel muttered, “Jesus Christ,” before glancing around again and stalking off ahead of you.
If he happened to catch your eyes straying to his ass more than once on the way back, well, he’d deal with that when you were both safe.