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It all happened too fast, didn’t it? It all started with everyone popping open a bottle of whiskey to celebrate a hard–earned victory and cans of beer being handed out, and ended up with a certain someone on top of the team’s sniper in the back of his van.
“Ya feel damn good as gold in my ‘ands, darlin’...” He whispered into her ear, his hands travelling up and down her back, mapping out the curve of her spine as her lips kept claiming his neck.
“God, shut up, Mundy…” She moaned against his skin. Her thighs straddled his lap, one hand playing with his hair while the other clung to the collar of his coat.
“We’ve been kissin’ each other’s necks fawr so long, when do Oi get ta taste yah lips, hot stuff?” He groaned against her skin, his grip on her hips tightening as he felt her lips press against a sensitive spot and suck teasingly. “Not that I’m complaining, though…”
The smell of alcohol was evident between the two, their breaths a mix of scotch, whiskey, and beer. She looked up at him, her hand removing his hat. He stared at her with a big dumb grin, and she stared at him with wide devotional eyes, both not comprehending the line they were about to cross.
“Bloody hell keep lookin’ at me like that ‘n I’m gonna loose it, love…” He muttered, his voice now lower, dangerous. His neck warmed at the closeness, silently hoping she’d make the first move.
She closed her eyes, leaning in towards him. He met halfway. Their lips met, staying still for a second as if they were both trying to figure out if this was really happening.
Once her hand cradled his cheek, he let out a low groan against her lips, muttering, “Ya taste amazin’, (Y/n)...” His voice was a hoarse whisper against the mercy of her lips.
She felt her neck warming up at his words, and bit his lower lip teasingly. “Funny, I thought you’d taste like tim tams…” She joked, kissing where she’d bitten with gentleness.
“Reckon that’s a bit of a giggle, eh?” He asked, feeling his cheeks flushed from both the alcohol and the intimacy of the moment. His hands travelled lower, but stopped. “Oi can I nick ya… ya know, that thingy?” His question made her grin.
“Go ahead.” She muttered against his lips, and felt his hands grab her ass gently, giving it a firm squeeze. “Hmm..~” A little moan left her lips after that, and oh, he liked that sound very much.
He smirked against her lips, his fingers digging slightly more forcefully on her skin. “That sound’s like top tunes to my ears, Sheila…” Then, without stopping the little smooches against her lips, gave her ass another squeeze.
“Mick…~ Fuck you…” She cussed, her body reacting in a way that hadn’t in years. She needed this, she needed him. Which was perfect because he needed her just as bad.
“Crikey, who am I to say no to that, eh?” His tone was less playful now, and his lips parted as her tongue grazed his lower lip. Their tongues met, it was gentle at first, slow swirling around each other in circles. But then he unexpectedly wrapped his lips around her tongue, and sucked with need. She moaned, though it got muffled with his mouth as he began bobbing his head back and forth, still sucking her tongue like a good boy.
Her hands now dug in his hair, pulling him in whenever he bobbed his head forward to feel it more. A minute or so later he gasped in need of air. “You’re makin’ me do stuff I wouldn’t do just for anyone, darlin’...” He gasped, and so she realized he still had his sun glasses on.
“Take these off, I want to see your pretty blue eyes…” She removed his glasses, and set them on top of a box nearby. She leaned in again, this time her hands cradled the sides of his head while he parted his mouth expectantly. She hummed, pressing her tongue flat against his. Their heavy breaths were the only noise as they panted into each other’s mouths.
“I reckon’ I could do this ‘til the sun comes back up, ya beauty.” He managed to breathe out. She pulled back slowly, and then planted a kiss on his cheek. “Oi, I could show ya just how much of a hard time you’re givin’ me down there…” He suggested, silently asking for permission.
“Go ahead…” She whispered against his cheek. He gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her palm to his crotch. Her palm felt his hard throbbing cock twitch slightly under her hand, the outline of his length painfully highlighted through his pants. She grinned, and began rubbing her palm in slow lazy circles.
He let out a low whimper. “A-ahh… strewth…” His hands shot up to grab her face and kiss her again, his lips now moving against hers in shamelessly need. She kept her hand on his crotch, lazily rubbing as she kissed him back eagerly. “Hey, uhm… ‘re we gettin’ lucky tonight?” He asked between gasps and low moans.
“We’re drunk…” She responded, trying to hold back from just ripping his pants off.
“Yah, I’m bloody oath on how rooted we are…” He whispered.
“If we cross that line, we might regret it.” She knew she wouldn’t, he knew he wouldn’t either, but the doubt that the other might held them back.
“Right, so we’re puttin’ the brakes at snoggin’ on each other, are we?” He asked, a little disappointed. Though he knew it was for the best.
“Mhm…” She hummed in agreement, their kisses slowed down. “Just in case we forget about all this… I love you, Mundy…” She confessed, their tongues teasingly meeting each other in fleeting touches.
He froze for a second, his heart skipping God–knows–how–many beats. “Yeah, (Y/n), love ya too, but fair dinkum, I’ll be thinking’ ‘bout those bonza kisses and that cheeky tongue of yours for ages…” He muttered between slow kisses, his hands still caressing her cheeks.
She smiled, and so they lay down on the mattress in the back of the van, bodies pressed together and lips locked. They’ve drunkenly kissed until falling asleep cuddled like magnets.