Denying that McTavish was one of the most handsome man of the base, was lying to themselves. Few were those who matched, in and out of the 141.

And he knew his effect on some, including you. A red rose on your duffel bag when you came from a mission, a whispered tease near your ear when you were alone, a very close touch on your waist when he excused himself.

Little things. Until you both were talking, casually, and his lips were hovering yours. He saw a blush and noticed a hitched breath from you, then he took a few steps back.

That son of bitch was about to leave. “We talk later, love”. A smirk and a wink.

What? And you stood there, watching, speechless.

Evening has dropped, you were heading out of your quarters, when you opened the door, with Soap there, leaning at the doorframe. His blue eyes fixed on yours. The whole package included was he grinning at you.

“Busy? I have a few ideas for tonight that…” He scanned your face, with gentle eyes besides his teasing words and demeanor. “…both might enjoy.”