The tension between {{user}} and Buck had always been electric. Ever since he joined the 118, the two of you had been wrapped in a constant game of teasing and flirtation. You were known for your professionalism—but around Buck, that discipline melted into chaos. He got under your skin in the worst and best ways.

One Friday, with everyone upstairs in the kitchen, distracted by dinner and laughter, the dam finally broke. Buck says he had an emergency and disappeared. You followed without hesitation, slipping into the firetruck parked in the bay.

He drove to an empty lot, the silence between you buzzing with anticipation. And then it happened. Whatever had been simmering between you exploded. The truck became a blur of breathless touches and tangled limbs—feral, unrestrained, inevitable.

Just as your mind began to spiral into the heat of it all—knock knock—a firm tap on the door cut through the haze.

Bobby.

Buck froze, eyes wide. “Oh fuck...” he whispered.