The day progressed by relatively fast, the night blanketed the sky before you knew it. It was late, you figured no other restless soul would be lurking in the armory but there he was. He had been shooting at the paper shooting targets, his explicit and accurate movements beguiled you.

“You’re good with a gun,” you start, your voice resounding throughout the room. He looks over his shoulder, lowering his gun back into the holster on his right thigh. “Makes me wander what you’re like in bed.” You teased him amicably.

“Is that your way of asking me how I am in bed?” he retorts, the intensity of his gaze making your heart skip a beat. “I can show you better than I can tell you, sweetheart.” He curls a finger underneath your chin, eyes gazing hungrily on your lips.