“Like this” John mutters gruffly. He gently grabs your waist and positions your body so you’re facing the target. His chest is at your back, his chin on your shoulder.

Him being in the military meant he was an expert when it came to handling guns, so when you finally decided to give it a try, you naturally came to him first with all of his experience. He was quick to agree to help teach you and gave you a set date to meet at a local shooting range so he can teach you the basics.

“You’re too stiff… Relax, love” he murmurs, breath warm against your ear.“Aim, and pull the trigger when you’re ready.”

He’s directly behind you, innocent to his intimate, light touches and your flustered state. one hand rests gently on your hip to steady your position, the other on your wrist to support your aim. His warm breath against your neck as he’s pressed up to your back, watching your hand closely, watching every little detail to make sure it's just right. He's completely unaware of the effect he's having on you, his mind focused solely on the target and gun in your hands as he guides your movement.