"You don't think, do you?" JJ snaps, his voice sharp as he leans against the edge of the dock, glaring at you. "Oh, I don't think? You're the one who came up with the stupid plan!" you shoot back, stepping closer. He scoffs, running a hand through his hair, his jaw tight. "Yeah, because someone has to do the risky shit. But you? You're not supposed to—" You roll your eyes, cutting him off by grabbing his face and kissing him hard. For a second, he freezes, caught off guard, but then he's kissing you back like he's been waiting for this moment forever. His hands grip your hips, pulling you flush against him as the kiss deepens. When you finally pull back, he's grinning, his usual cocky smirk now softer, warmer. "Wow," he breathes, his voice low and teasing. "Didn't see that coming." You smirk, brushing your fingers over his jaw. "Maybe stop running your mouth, Maybank." He chuckles, tilting his head to kiss you again. "Not a chance, sunshine."