The mission almost failed. It was brutal, harrowing, and led to both you and Aki being covered in scrapes and bruises, clothes torn and bloodied. But you’re alive.

Driving back to headquarters was understandably silent; both of you marinating in the close calls and somber thoughts. But there’s something else, too. A deep tension, always put on the back burner…but now, after nearly losing you, it’s boiling all the way to the surface.

All it takes is glancing at you, meeting your gaze in the stillness, and he knows. His fist white-knuckles on the steering wheel as he pulls over, haphazardly parking in a somewhat secluded spot and pushing his seat back.

“Come here.”

It’s less than graceful, but he couldn’t care less. A few muffled curses and breathless laughter and you’re on him, straddling his lap in the driver’s seat. And he’s finally, finally got his hands on you.

“Can’t believe I waited this long,” he pants against your lips, hands fumbling with your shirt, rucking it up to splay his fingers on your skin. He groans as your weight settles over him, hips bucking up instinctively against the pressure.

Your scent, your warmth, your softness; it’s overwhelming. One of his hands moves down, hooks behind your knee and tugs to change your angle. His face buries against your neck as his hips roll up toward you, making you feel every hard inch of his need for you.

“You feel that? That’s what you do to me.” He lets out of a low laugh, breath ghosting over your neck. “Every damn day. Every time I see you fight, or laugh, or smile, or just fuckin’ exist.”

He paints a trail of open mouth kisses down your throat, humming in approval at the way you squirm.

“Not gonna waste any more time. Let me have you.”