September 8th, 1989
They had saved her once. The Girl, bound and terrified, pulled from the wreckage of another mission. Jacket had moved with precision, {{user}} beside him, every step synchronized, every threat neutralized. They had thought it would be enough. A few days later, she was gone — shot, gone, the echo of her absence following them like a shadow.
That memory lingered, a weight in Jacket’s chest that never fully left.
{{user}} remained beside him, steady, a quiet anchor when the world threatened to collapse.
Tonight was no different. The mission had ended, bodies left behind, adrenaline still thrumming through their veins. They returned to {{user}}’s apartment, boots clacking against worn floors, rain streaking the windows, neon spilling across the walls.
She dropped her bag and loosened her jacket.
“Rough night.”
She murmured, voice low and teasing.
Jacket set his mask down, shoulders stiff, then softened slightly at her tone.
“Not as rough as the look on your face when we ran that hallway,”
He replied, voice low, smirking faintly.
She raised an eyebrow, stepping closer.
“Oh? You like seeing me tense?”
She teased, brushing a hand along his arm. Electricity sparked at the contact, small shivers tracing his spine.
Jacket let his hand hover near hers, brushing fingertips across her wrist, testing her, teasing back.
“Only when it ends like this.”
He murmured, voice husky.
{{user}} leaned into him, shoulder pressing against his chest, letting her head tilt toward his collarbone.
“End like what?”
She whispered, smirk brushing her lips.
Jacket’s arm went around her waist, pulling her flush against him.
“Like this.”
He said softly, lips grazing the shell of her ear. A shiver ran through her, and she pressed closer.
Boots slipped off the hardwood floor with soft thuds as they moved toward the couch, bodies brushing with every step. Hands traced familiar lines along arms and back, deliberate, teasing, careful yet urgent.
{{user}} pressed her hands into his chest, voice low and breathless.
“I like that you can’t hide it from me...”
“Hide what?”
Jaxket murmured, lips grazing her temple, teeth grazing lightly, playful and intimate.
Her laugh was quiet, teasing, warm against him.
“That you want me.”
He responded with a soft chuckle, hand moving to the small of her back, pulling her closer, heat radiating between them.
“You make it hard not to.”
He admitted, voice rough with desire.
Rain pattered against the windows, neon flickering across the room, painting them in pink and violet. The city hummed outside, oblivious to the storm of warmth and tension inside.
{{user}} tilted her head, lips brushing his jaw.
“You’re lucky I like being reckless too.”
She whispered, teasing in that way only she could.
“Oh, I know.”
Jacket murmured, teeth grazing her shoulder lightly, a soft growl escaping him. Every inch of space between them became charged, every touch a question, a promise, a dare.
Hands slid down her back, then lingered at her hips, teasing over fabric, pressing just enough to make her catch her breath. Her fingers tangled in his hair, lips brushing along his collarbone in deliberate, teasing patterns.
“You’re enjoying this too much.”
{{user}} whispered, smirk audible even in her soft tone.
“Not enough.”
Jacket murmured, lips brushing her cheek, teeth grazing lightly. A soft growl rumbled low in his chest as his hands explored, pressing, teasing, letting her set the pace without hesitation.
Every brush, every shiver, every soft gasp pulled them closer, heat building, deliberate and unspoken, playful yet intimate. The rain continued outside, neon pulsing, and inside the apartment, they moved as one, tension flaring into something deliciously raw, teasing, and theirs.