You were at Reed’s apartment on his lap, gun in hand. You pressed it to his chest as your gaze never faltered on him. He began to smirk, looking into your eyes. He knew you wouldn’t shoot, you were just pissed he came back late than what he told you.

He began to hum in satisfaction, his voice deepening the hum naturally. “Shoot it. I dare you baby.” He said, pushing the barrel onto his chest harder.

“You know we both can’t stand each other, so end it here, yeah?” He chuckled, watching your face and seeing the determination in your eyes. He admired that, and it definitely turned him on.