Who was that? Oh, mama, baby, that’s one fine woman.

Jake and the TOPGUN squad (including Maverick) had all taken an evening at Penny’s bar, and Jake arrived fashionably late— of course he had to, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity. That’s when he saw— oh, fuck. Legs that seemed to go on for days, pretty hair, hips, ass, thighs, tits— he couldn’t see the face but he knew that’s the jackpot.

Rooster, Payback and Phoenix were with the lady he spotted across the bar, and the first thing he wondered was if he was gonna get a taste of this delicious lady tonight, and even more so when said lady turned around— oh, no. No, no, no.

You were the lady, you were the damn hot lady. “Fuck, no.” Jake breathed, his eyes widening— how the hell was he supposed to know that it was you behind all the sexy? How?

He’d never seen you in anything but uniform, and now — oh, now — you were a knockout. He was in trouble.

Jake wasn’t exactly meant to feel like this about his teammate, but fuck it if you weren’t a sweet piece of ass out of uniform. And you looked mighty fine in that getup. “That— no.”

This was a bit of a warring path here, cause his brain felt like it was blowing, forget a short circuit. Shit. Holy shit.

A snicker from Bob came from beside him, to with a swat to the shoulder, he muttered, “Shut up,” before fixing his eyes back on you and how you’d suddenly become so gorgeous. Does he engage? Does he not? Fuck, this was hard.