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Goodness, Gracious, Great Balls of Fire (Lt. Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x OC)

A/N: don't know what this is or how it happened. But it now exists. Miles Teller and his Rooster now live rent-free in my head h24. I present you yet another new WIP and a new full plot that I intend to work on. This works also as a stand-alone because this time I've decided to be kind to myself and lift the pressure of publishing stuff back to back. Be kind to me - as I said it happened and not even I was ready for it👀 P.S.: this new OFC is not physically described in the story. I am using a specific face-claim for the moodboards because that's how I imagine her. P.P.S.: tumblr decided that the quality of the moodboard had to be degraded.

Words: 10k Trigger Warnings: Swearing, Hangman being a bit of an ass, hints of a misogynistic society, this specific scene, Rooster being too hot to handle, smut smut smut, mention of intimacy and commitment problems from OFC, a bit of fluff a bit of angst, mention of U.S. army and navy policies I know nothing about. Divider by: @firefly-graphics . Part 2 | Part 3

Part 1 - Too Much Love Drives A Man Insane

Spending the evening at the Hard Deck after a long, hard day spent working was basically the rule in those parts.

Everyone with a uniform was always welcome at the Hard Deck, and the bar’s main clientele were the people working at the naval base nearby. Meeting there was not only a social call but a tradition.

Nova loved it there. Not only the bar or the base and her job, but its crowd too. Her new job brought the opportunity to settle down and that was what she wanted. After years at the academy training and a few missions in the Navy, she could now call San Diego her home.

California was surprising. Even though she missed the turning of the seasons and the freezing, cold winters she was used to since she was a child, it had been quite easy to get used to the heat and the entirely different way people used to live down there.

She had recently discovered the little pleasure in spending a day at the beach, and one of the things she picked up as a new hobby of hers since she moved down there, was surfing. She even had almost dropped drinking coffee completely.

“Hello darling,” Penny welcomed her with a smile as she approached the counter, “the usual?”

“You got it!”

“A margarita coming right up.” As Penny worked her magic, Nova waited patiently, looking at her work.

She got promoted and offered a stable job at the naval base just over a year ago. But Nova had worked in the Navy for years now, though not as one would imagine.

She wasn’t a soldier nor a sailor. Sure, she had training, but her calling was mechanical engineering. She had a PhD and her name had been even published a couple of times. Having one of the best brains and hands in the country landed her to be the head of the engineering department at the North Island naval base.

She wasn’t decorated and respected because of her courage or strength but because of her genius. Though, despite all her pride in her abilities and the fact that her parents, back home in Chicago, tell everyone daily that she will one day win a Nobel prize, she didn’t like to brag. Her feet were very much on solid ground about the reality of things.

Nova had the talent to understand many kinds of engines, but her expertise was planes. More specifically she worked on the Boing F/A-18E/F Super Hornets used in the Top Gun program.

She looked around, her attention briefly caught by the faces of some other workers and sailors from the base. With some, she exchanged smiles and nods in recognition. Just to land on her little group of co-workers, with them she exchanged a brief but warmer greeting, as she intended to get her drink and reach for them shortly after.

Her job meant not having much time to cultivate a social life so the friends she went out with were the people she worked with. It wasn’t too bad; she liked her team. Her only problem was that they were mostly younger - way younger - than her. One of them was only a college grad. Brilliant mind though, coming straight from MIT to spend the summer as an intern. But barely in her twenties, as opposed to her well passed thirties.

She didn’t care about that on the job. But, as a matter of vanity, she really didn’t like being the oldest of her group during nights out.

Though they were cool kids and didn’t make her feel ancient, or the mommy of the group.

“Awfully busy tonight!”

“It’s great!” Penny slid her drink onto the countertop, exchanging with her a wink. Nova melted in a giggle, nodding. “Is not even five o’clock and you’ve got a full house! I dare to imagine the hell house it will become later on!”

“What can I say, everyone likes us! Plus, I love the adrenaline of a full house.”

“You go girl, get their money, make ‘em happy.” Both she and Penny laughed as the second looked around, nodding with extreme pride to her clients. Then, leaning on the counter, she sent Nova another nod. “So, tell me, how’s the job treating you?”

“Well, really well. None of the pups scratched my babies this week so, I consider it an incredible achievement.”

“Don’t let them hear you.” Penny laughed, shaking her head. “What about the settling part?”

“Great! I finally bought that wicker armchair and sofa set I had my eyes on for a while. Now my living room has a complete look!”

“Oh? I’ve got to see it!”

“And the patio is finally finished too!”

“That is amazing! I’ll consider this an invitation for dinner then.”

“You know you and Amelia are always welcome, you know that.”

The Hard Deck was the first place she started hanging out in and Penny was one of the first people she became friends with since she moved to San Diego.

“And what about the dating side of things? Any luck?”

“Oh-” Nova pouted, sighing, “the sex is always great. Though, as soon as they realise what I do for a living their masculinity shrivels and they always get scared.”

“What? A woman can’t fix engines?”

“God forbid we get oil under our nails-” Nova’s sardonic words were followed by a burst of laughter. Men or women, who couldn’t take who she was or what she did for a living were immediate goners.

Though, even if her words were grave, underlined by a slight annoyance, Nova wasn’t the kind of woman who cared much about finding the right person, settling up, getting married and building a family. She wasn’t afflicted by the idea that her job made her situation unstable for so many years that now it might be too late to settle.

She didn’t care, she had chosen her career a long time ago, everything else that came and passed was, to her, something to grab and live in the moment, without much regrets or future plans.

But besides all of that, her words weren’t entirely sincere. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to admit that she had met someone. And the sex was, in fact, always great. And he wasn’t scared about her career. And he did make her heart flatter with a simple smile.

But he wore a uniform. His duty was given to the U.S. Army and to the Navy. That was honourable, it was a reflection of her ethics, and yet it complicated things.

Trying to distract herself and diffuse the conversation, she slid her card on the counter, towards Penny. “How much do I owe you?”

“Oh- Don’t worry. It’s on me, darling.”

“No. Please, let me pay for this one. I insist.”

“Alright,” Penny grabbed her card exchanging it with her drink, “but you’ll have to promise you’ll find someone to offer you a drink later.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem.” Nova winked at the other woman. Sure, it wasn’t official, and she only assumed she had a date that night – but she surely hadn’t spent longer than an hour getting prepped up if she didn’t bet on the fact that her Lieutenant would have found her, later.

Then, attracted by sudden movement in the background, Nova’s attention moved to the group of soldiers in uniform all standing by a pool table. They were all wearing the same kind of gear but the ribbons they had on their uniforms distinguished them for their valour and career, identifying each as Lieutenants. All not only aviators but Top Guns.

“What’s going on there?” She asked getting Penny’s attention. The woman only shrugged, shaking her head. “I don’t know. A reunion I guess?”

As Nova’s attention slid back to the group, Penny patted her hand on the counter, returning her card. “Sorry darling, gotta work the counter. I’ll catch you later. Have some fun!”

“Thank you, Penny.”

By then, her attention was too focused on the group. Her eyes got caught on a familiar face from a past acquaintance she would have much rathered forgotten. Yet, there he was, standing tall and proud. She didn’t even need to be close to him to know he was probably making fun of something, being cocky, with his massive ego on show for everyone to see.

She turned over leaving the counter to reach for the small table that her group was occupying. The guys were involved in a heated conversation about some kind of chemical theory, so, not to interrupt what appeared to be an important conversation, she stepped closer to the only other girl in the group. “Jen,” Nova pushed her handbag on the table in front of her, “please keep an eye on my things for a sec, will you?”

“Are you leaving us already?” She raised her eyes from her phone screen, sending her a sharp look. A quick grin grew on her face as Jen looked all around behind her, looking for something specific.

And Nova knew exactly what it was.

Her personal involvement with someone from the base was mostly kept private. A secret more like. The very few people that knew there was something between her and a certain Lieutenant were her team.

She could have totally got away with it keeping it secret if it hadn’t been for a very specific incident that involved a sneaky meeting in the small workshop room her and her team used as an office, at a late hour, which implied she thought to be the only one on shift. And she was clearly wrong. She got lucky that they had been caught only in the middle of a kiss. Heated, but still innocent enough.

And as brilliant as Jen could be, Nova learned very soon she loved to gossip. Not in a mean way, her secret was still safe. But she did like to talk about it, or wonder about it, differently from Nova herself.

“Yes, but not for the reason you think.” Nova shot her a quick look and then proceeded to down her drink, turning over.

Her curiosity, and possibly the tequila, pushed her to walk over to the group of aviators.

They were clearly hosts of the base. For whatever other reason, a group of Top Gun pilots would meet in a random bar, just around the corner from a naval base that formed them and gave them the degree of best of the best.

Nova wanted to know what was going on.

And between those faces, one stood out: Jake Seresin.

Even if they weren't in good relations, and they hadn't been for years now, he was the common denominator between her curiosity and the group of new people crowding the Hard Deck.

"Well, well, if it's not Jake Seresin in the flesh. Oh, sorry, shall I call you Hangman?"

His attention shifted to her and as recognition hit him, he hung on the burst of laughter he was sharing with the friend siding him, after, possibly, a bad joke. "It's Lieutenant Seresin for you, babe." He winked, offering one of his sharp smiles.

Once she found it breathtaking.

As much as she couldn't stand looking into his bright green eyes for too long, it always made her feel like he could read through her every thought.

Though, now, those days were long gone.

They went back a few years. She was the appointed engineer to overlook the aircrafts carried by a Navy ship and ill fate wished him to be one of the aviators assigned to the mission the ship was deployed for.

She spent weeks on that ship. With Jake. They had been an item for a second, but they both weren't ready for much commitment, let alone involvement. Though passion had already burned them alive, and the sex was way too good to keep them apart. Even if they were bad for each other.

When Nova decided to come clean, using the end of her job on the ship as an excuse to break things off, Jake's reaction had been nothing but resentment.

Ever since she suspected he had hated her. Though, she struggled to imagine he was so blinded to not see all the reasons why they wouldn't have worked together. Nova knew the motive behind his prickly bitterness was that he didn't like her being the one who ended things first. That clashed with his womaniser, best at everything, all doors opening fame.

"Oh. Didn't know they promoted monkeys." She mocked him, looking intensely at the ribbons he proudly showed on his uniform.

One with experience in the army could easily read through them.

Jake, like any other Lieutenant surrounding him, had plenty of valour recognitions hanging on his shirt.

Those were elite visitors.

"What can I do you for, babe? Oh, wait- already been there. I'll pass this time." He laughed at his own joke, looking up for the support of the guy standing next to him, who, of course, didn't miss laughing.

"What are you doing here?" She asked cutting straight to it, leaning on the pool table.

Jake mirrored her, leaned on his pool stick, looking at her chewing his gum. "Hanging out."

"Are you? You and-" she looked around, her gaze crossed with one of some other aviators. A woman just studied her, particularly amused by her exchange with Hangman, and a young-looking man with glasses and an overly sweet face even awkwardly waved at her, as she looked at him. "These other fine pilots. All just hanging."

"Am I missing out? Do you need something? I swear my car tires are absolutely fine. Don't need a check-up."

Nova rolled her eyes so intensely that she believed the sound of her annoyance could be heard. "Be careful. I'd know how to fuck up your gear in ways you won't ever be able to use it ever again."

"Is that a threat? Hot." He winked at her again.

"So?"

"So what? Are you still expecting me to tell you something?"

"I just want to know if I am supposed to look where I walk, come tomorrow. Don't want to risk stepping over a piece of dirt at work." She offered him a bitter grin, matching aggressively his cockiness.

Some of the aviators around them laughed, and Jake followed faking a smile. Though his glare was frosty enough. "You work at the base?" He looked right through her.

"Yes." Nova rolled her head backwards, offering a sharp grin. "More than that, sweetheart. I am the head of the engineering unit overlooking the Hornets. So, you might want to behave."

She might have not known what they were doing there specifically. But she knew something was up. And she knew that a bunch of decorated Top Gun pilots could be visiting the naval base only to fly the F/A 18E boings.

Which meant they would have been tripping on her toes a lot.

"You?" He wondered, appearing genuinely shocked. Though she knew it was only taking the piss. It was another annoying way to point out between the lines that a woman like her could not have such a job.

"Careful, Hangman. You're really close to piss me off enough to mark your Hornet with a fucked-up name."

"I vote Bagman." The woman of the group intervened, offering a schmuck smirk.

Nova exchanged a look with her accompanied by a quick smile, supporting her idea. "Sounds so much better, thanks for the tip."

"Whenever, darling. Anyone who's on his wrong side is my friend," as she slid closer, she offered her a hand, "Lieutenant Natasha Trace, call sign is Phoenix."

"Nice to meet you," Nova shook her hand, offering a wide smile, "I'm Nova Rivera, Chief of the mechanical engineering department at the naval base. So, you are around to fly the Hornets."

"And you are bright. Although, I wouldn't say that too out loud."

"Why? Afraid your assembly of uniforms won't do the trick letting everyone else here know you guys will visit the base soon?"

She simply smiled and then looked back at Jake, nodding. "She's fire. I hope she'll bite your balls off, Hangman."

"Been there. No, thanks." She quickly replied before Hangman could say anything arrogant.

As some more people behind her laughed and Phoenix gave her a pat on the shoulder, Nova exchanged a challenging look with Hangman, accompanied by a sharp smile.

A moment after the attention of the group seemed to shift to the entrance of the bar.

Nova too directed her attention where everyone was looking, and her eyes and smile softened as soon as she recognised the figure of the man that just entered.

Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw, sign name Rooster. He was a Top Gun pilot stationed in San Diego, that's how they met. And he also was the man she secretly liked to spend as much time with as she could.

It had been a few glances at the beginning. And then some innocent flirty jokes on the job. Then they started to stumble upon each other, often it wasn't by mistake.

Then they met an evening at the Hard Deck.

It had been a pretend casual encounter. Only for a drink the first time. And the second. Then it became a drink and dancing. Oh, and the Lieutenant could dance. And then, one night, they casually met as usual and their drink and dancing escalated into a weekend of sex.

From that point, they started to see each other.

They kissed in dark corners and had steamy quickies in hidden closets around the base. And usually, they would meet at the bar and pretend they didn't know each other.

It had been going on for a few weeks now, and it was a sweet deal. No strings attached with all the fun of it and, sometimes, with the bonus of some tenderness and care.

Nova liked him.

He was determined, strong-headed, warm and sweet, and extremely charming. To the point, she couldn't think straight around him.

And she knew he liked her back.

Though, even then and with all the reasons he appeared to be a keeper, she wasn’t totally ready for the commitment of an official relationship.

Especially for one that saw the involvement of two people working for the Navy. That by itself brought with it loads of legal stuff to be signed and it meant that many strangers had to be notified of their private affairs, including layers. She definitely wasn't ready for such a thing. Not for some good sex.

So, she had to keep it together. It was their game, after all. Especially in front of all those people that seemed to know him.

She was used to pretending she didn't know exactly how his thick brown hair felt between her fingers, or that she didn't know exactly the scent of his skin or the taste of his lips, or how his moustache would tickle her sensitive naked skin, or that his closet was packed full with a million Hawaiian shirts just like the one he was wearing right then.

One of the reasons she knew something was happening was because he had gone all top secret on her. But he did suggest to her to be at the Hard Deck that night.

Putting the dots together wasn't hard.

A bunch of different Top Gun aviators all reunited and classified information only could mean a mission.

Nova's smile trembled while she looked at Bradley crossing the room, meeting people that appeared to be his friends.

Besides the fact that she struggled with commitment, that was the main reason why she didn't want any serious involvement with an aviator, sailor or soldier that might be. The idea of their deployment to somewhere unknown, leaving her waiting, uncertain about them coming back, was pure torture.

Only the idea that he could be involved in something of the sort gave her a shiver.

Bradley exchanged only a quick look with her. His dark brown eyes still softly caressed her figure, catching her and freeing her from her doubts, even if only for a second. The quick jerk of his cheek as he clenched his jaw, let her know his approval in her looks.

The spark of hunger that glimmered through his dark eyes as he looked at her uncovered chest and deep neckline, studying her cleavage, was the only reason why she wore that outfit. Her favourite blue jeans hugged perfectly her figure, but the star of the evening was the tight black top she chose. Nova really wanted to turn around, only so he could see her uncovered back.

Though, he didn't lose too much time assessing the situation, if not by looking at Hangman standing next to her. And even if every molecule of her body suggested to her to leap between his arms, she kept herself from greeting him. Her abdomen ached.

Since everyone seemed distracted by his arrival, Nova slid in the background, going back to her group of colleagues. She thought that putting some distance between them two was the only chance she had to clear her head and breathe.

"They must be the reason why tomorrow we've got twenty Hornets to check."

"Yes. I've definitely heard from accounting that a lot of money had been recently paid to get flights permissions." Luke and James were throwing theories. Both were brilliant mechanics working in her team.

"Permissions?" Nova wondered, sliding between the small group. They welcomed her with smiles but didn't look away from the group of aviators. The VIPs of the evening apparently. "Yeah. The girls will fly a lot in the next few weeks." Luke explained fixing his glasses up his nose.

That information both made her smile with pride and compressed her chest. "Good. That is good. We need 'em up in the air instead of being rusting."

The naval base was mostly used for training and the Top Gun program. The idea of having a fully operational base, with all the boings being used and air traffic pushed to full capacity made her belly tremble.

"Though I've heard that the Top Gun program has been suspended," James explained, shrugging, taking a sip of his beer.

"Bullshit." Nova gasped giving him a push.

"No, it's true. All the strips will be used by them."

Nova followed the two men's eyes to the group of aviators. She observed Bradley, more interested in the shape of his shoulders than the actual scene happening.

"Didn't Rooster say anything?" Jen wondered, leaning closer to her, intercepting her attention away from Bradley. Nova sent her a sharp look, frowning. "Why would the Lieutenant say something about this to me?"

The answer was implied in the looks her colleagues gave her. Though, no one dared to call out the incident, or how suspicious it was that she had been spotted at the Hard Deck in Rooster's company more than once.

Nova rolled her eyes. "Right. I know less than you, guys."

That wasn’t a lie. Bradley knew something but clearly wasn’t free to openly talk about it.

"Well, whatever it is, Rooster is clearly involved." Jen concluded, nodding towards the group of Lieutenants greeting each other on the other side of the room.

Bradley was a Top Gun. One of the best. There was no reason to believe otherwise, Jen was right. And Nova should have been proud.

"Maybe you could ask?" Luke dared to suggest shortly after, distracting her from looking at Bradley interacting with the group of aviators. Nova sighed, sending all of them a look. Her glare was more than clear. "I don't think so. The Lieutenant and I are not friends."

"No?" Luke exchanged a sarcastic look with the others and they shortly after started giggling like teenagers dealing with stupid gossip spreading through the halls of high school. Nova raised her eyes to the ceiling, forcing herself to remember they were, in fact, closer to being teenagers than they were being her age.

Nova laid her hand on the table and slowly slid it towards them, leaning forward. She might have been friendly and understanding, but she had her limits. "You kids might want to shut your mouth," she warned them with a look, “I am always your boss. Let’s not forget that.”

The whole point of going out after work was to forget the strict, professional boundaries that tied them together when they were on shift. But now, she felt like there was a need for a reminder.

Even if she knew that the premise of her defensive reaction was essentially her very personal involvement and how private she wanted to keep it, especially if work talk was involved.

Her attention was quickly lifted as soon as she heard the piano keyboard being struck. She didn’t even have to look over to know exactly who was sitting there, as the first three notes of the song were unmistakable. As his voice followed, Nova’s stomach vibrated. Her entire body was dominated by the powerful effect Bradley’s voice had on her.

It wasn’t the first time he did such a thing. He had a soft spot for theatrics. Being a Top Gun aviator wasn’t the only reason why Rooster was so well known and liked around those parts. No. He was genuinely a nice guy.

And what a catch.

The first time she heard him singing was right there, during a similar scene. Except she was on her way out after his first attempt to get closer to her. She got scared. But as soon as she heard his voice, she realised how deeply his charm had worked on her.

The rest was history.

Back then, he put on for her a very similar show, choosing the same piece de resistance he proceeded to sing now, Great Balls of Fire, by Jerry Lee Lewis.

He loved that song. And she loved him singing it.

“You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain,

Too much love drives a man insane,

You broke my will,

But what a thrill,

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!”

A small crowd gathered around him. Close to the side of the piano, she recognised some of the aviators that were around the pool table before. Phoenix and the Lieutenant with glasses and a sweet face were there, and another two guys, all singing along with Bradley.

Still wearing his square sunglasses, he looked up from the piano keyboard. His gaze caught hers, as a grin bent his lips. She had no doubt he knew exactly what he was doing.

He might also have had the intention of entertaining his friends, but part of it, hidden in plain sight under the curtain of a show in the middle of a massive crowd, was to get her attention.

The yellow lights above him made his tanned skin glow with such a delicious golden colour. God, how much she craved to sit on his lap and trail kisses along the column of his neck.

Not necessarily involving him stopping singing and playing the piano.

“I laughed at love 'coz I thought it was funny,

You came along and you moved me, honey,” as he sang, she exchanged with him a smile. She hid hers as much as she could, biting her lower lip, but only a blind would have missed the hungry, focused look Nova offered him.

“I've changed my mind,

This love is fine,

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!”

As the crowd exploded in the bar all around them, following Bradley’s queue, Nova slammed her hand on the table. “Right, fuck it.” And then she was on the move.

A moment before leaving the table, she turned towards the small group, pointing a finger towards them. “I don’t want to hear a word about this tomorrow, ok?”

Despite her threatening behaviour shown earlier as soon as she felt the need to protect her secret, and the fact that she was so proud about that entire thing, she still offered the guys a grin. They all knew where that was going. From that point on she wouldn't have been too afraid to show her interest in Bradly publicly. Hiding in the crowd, of course.

"Yes, ma'am!" It was the chorus she received from her group. James even put his hand on his chest, as if he was swearing upon a bible in court. Though all of them also had a smirk printed on their faces, as if they knew something along those lines would have happened all along.

"Don't forget to ask!" Jen chirped behind her back. As if she needed a reminder. Nova heard her group giggle behind her back but simply left them to it, not much caring about it anymore.

Bradley didn't take his eyes off her as she moved closer to him. "Kiss me, baby," people howled around him as he sang but as he pretended to shiver, he offered her one of his smirks, "Ooh, it feels good,

Hold me, baby,

Well, I'm off to love you like a lover should,

You're fine, you're so kind,"

Nova slid her arms on the top of the piano, leaning against it, purposely bending sensually as she looked right into his eyes through the sunglasses.

"Got to tell this world that you're mine, mine, mine, mine!" He sang loud and clear and people around him followed.

A shiver crossed her back while the rhythm of the music melted her muscles, bringing her to start moving with it. She wasn't dancing for other reasons but to be watched by him. It was as if she was posed under a spell.

A warm smile melted her features, encouraging him to continue to entertain them. He nodded both at her and to the rhythm of the song.

"I chew my nails and then I twiddle my thumbs,

I'm real nervous, but it sure is fun,

Come on, baby,

You drive me crazy,

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!"

The entire bar clashed with the chorus. Nova followed too, singing, following Bradley's queue.

As he then proceeded to play the piano, dancing to his own rhythm, people around him followed his energy. And Nova too, danced, warmed by the energy of the moment.

She twirled on purpose, only because she wanted Bradley to see her exposed back as she danced.

"Well, kiss me, baby," he sang leaning forward closer to her, locking his eyes with hers. "Ooh, it feels good,

Hold me, baby,

Well, I'm off to love you like a lover should,

You're fine, so kind,

Got to tell this world that you're mine, mine, mine, mine"

His sunglasses had slid down his nose by then. The energy was so great everything around the bar seemed to be attracted to his gravity.

"I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs,

Real nervous, but it sure is fun,

Come on, baby,

You're driving me crazy,

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!"

The bar thundered so loudly that the floor vibrated under her feet.

Then everyone started to cheer Bradley in a stadium chant-like chorus, calling his sign name.

"Rooster! Rooster! Rooster!" Everyone shouted, only prompting Bradley to welcome their ovation with some dance moves. The more he moved to the rhythm of the chorus, the louder the crowd shouted.

As soon as the strong energy gravitating around Bradley started to dissipate, Nova pushed herself closer, distracting him from embracing the little group of fellow aviators standing by.

"So," as soon as she spoke his attention was immediately on her. She leaned on the side of the piano lazing under his brown gaze, "what's your name, pretty boy?"

"Didn't hear 'em? They call me Rooster around these parts."

It was their game. Flirting like they didn't know each other. Every time as if it was the first.

It thrilled her in a way that could not be described. The small talk of two strangers that presumably were innocently hitting on each other, but the glares of two who already knew in detail each other body and pleasure, had an energy to it that drove her insane.

"Rooster? Are you a pilot then?"

"Top Gun, darling."

"And do you have a name to go with that?"

"Sure," he pushed his hand out, "the name is Bradley."

She met his hand in a soft shake, willingly slowly sliding her fingers on his wide, warm palm just to prolong the contact with him. "Nice to meet you, Bradley," she let his name slide on her lips on purpose, "I'm Nova."

"Nova," he repaid her in the same way, slightly curling his lips, "can I buy you a drink, Nova?"

"You may if you promise to tell me the story behind the name Rooster."

He only replied with a quick wink.

She knew the story already, but she really wanted to sell her role, especially since they stood right next to the group of aviators he knew and that would have, possibly, worked with him very soon.

Bradley turned towards them, squeezing himself between his shoulders. “Sorry guys, I’ll catch up with you later.”

They all cheered, encouraging him to move along. One of the two guys standing next to him even gave him a soft push. Nova only exchanged with them a quick wave and a smile with Phoenix, before leading Bradley to the bar counter.

Before taking a seat on one of the stools, Nova hung on the counter for a second, quickly grabbing the attention of one of the bartenders with a nod. “Two Budweiser, please.”

Bradley nodded in approval to her words and then proceeded to get his wallet out of his back pocket, hinting to the bartender he wanted to pay.

As soon as they had been served and left alone, Bradley turned towards her. He grabbed the edge of her stool and pulled it vigorously towards him, only so he could have her as close to him as possible. Nova reacted to his move with a gasp but welcomed the closeness with nothing but a warm surprise and a tempting smile.

With a victorious smile, he pushed his face closer to hers, just so he could freely speak to her ear. “You look stunning tonight.” He slid a hand on her lower back, practically surrounding her with his limbs, purposely brushing his lips against her ear.

That closeness made her purr.

Sometimes that game of theirs made her hands tremble, as pretending not to be intimate with him seemed to be the hardest thing she had ever done. And sometimes it was nothing but hot to find privacy in the middle of such a crowded room.

“You are not bad either.”

“Thanks.” He offered her one of his wide smiles, leaning his head forward and moving his hand in front of his face miming tipping his imaginary hat.

“Nice performance. Didn’t know it was a habit of yours to charm people that way.”

“What can I say, it’s my hidden talent. Not my fault it strikes many hearts.”

“You devil.” Nova gave him a good look, slowly sliding her eyes across his face and down his neck and chest. His body was as warm as the Sun, it felt almost impossible not pushing a hand forward and touch him. He sat so close to her that the scent of his cologne and the sunscreen he probably had applied earlier filled her nose, clouding her judgement. The only thing she could think about was that she wanted to bask in his energy all the while worshipping him.

Bradley leaned closer to her ear again, not afraid to push his face in her hair. She suspected that was the point of such closeness. “Saw you talking to Hangman earlier.”

A grin immediately curved her lips. “Yes?”

“Whatever you had said to him seemed to have rattled his nerves pretty bad.” By the way Bradley leaned so close to her he could as well be kissing her neck, it wouldn’t have made a difference. It took her a moment longer to understand his words since his hot breath on her sensitive skin sent her into a brief frenzy.

In response, she distanced herself from him and sent a look over the counter, to the direction of the pool table.

Jake was looking at them.

Her smirk only grew, she looked back at Bradley, biting her lip. “Yes, we had to catch up.”

“You know him?” The surprise in Bradley’s words just made her more inclined in playing with him some more, only to tease him.

“Oh, yes, we go way back.”

“Yeah?”

“I think the correct word for it is,” Nova patted her index on her chin, pretending to think about it, “fling. Yeah, that’s the one. I might have had some fun with him.”

Bradley’s gaze could cut through iron right then. His features were shadowed by slight annoyance as he traced her look from earlier, glaring at Jake.

His reaction gave her goosebumps. Nova hid a smile biting her lower lip, as she picked at a corner of his shirt, softly pulling it so as to bring his attention back to her. “Are you jealous, Lieutenant?”

He offered her one of his warm smiles, nodding shamelessly. “You bet I am. He is a prick.”

“Yes, he is. But at the time I was young and easily swoon.”

Bradley’s smile only grew. “And what about now?”

“I’m just as easily swoon, Lieutenant. Haven’t you noticed?”

“Oh, I’ve noticed.” He smirked as he looked down at her with hungry eyes.

No doubt his thoughts were dirty. And she would have given anything to know exactly what he was thinking about.

Nova raised her bottle of beer, downing two big gulps, a moment before hopping off her stool. “Right then, Rooster,” she took a step back, offering him a tempting look, not that she needed much to get his attention, “are you going to dance with me tonight or what?”

II.

By the time they kicked the door open, Nova was already grasping at Bradley's figure, with her arms solidly clinging around his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his hips. He supported her with his arms. Both were blinded by their lust, drowning in a breath-taking, passionate kiss.

They spent the rest of the evening at the bar dancing together, sometimes alone, sometimes sided by the rest of the group of Top Gun aviators. Mostly the tunes of the evening were from the 80s and 90s, that was also one of the reasons why the Hard Deck was so well known – it had good music.

Bradley was pure fire on the dancefloor, and she didn’t mind getting burned. That’s what she craved. Ready to match his energy and follow his steps, she hadn’t left his side for longer than maybe a minute, that evening. She had been eager to be both squeezed between his arms, grinding herself against his body, gasping for air as the heat between them grew, as much as she was all-in being silly and simply having fun with him, mirroring his goofy dance moves.

There had also been a moment for proper presentations, as they all had a drink together and Rooster introduced her to the rest of the bunch.

After all of that, their night couldn't have ended any other way. Especially since it had been a consistent thought of hers, since the first moment he had wrapped his arms around her figure, grinding his hips against hers. She knew that night he would have been hers.

She was even willing to break her rule to avoid something as intimate as visiting each other's house. It was rare they shared a bed. That's why they often met around the base or fucked in Bradley's car like teenagers.

But that night it was an exception she was willing to make.

Bradley kicked the door behind him and blindly drove a hand to the lock, clearly not intentioned in breaking their kiss.

His mouth tasted so delicious she couldn't think straight. As her arousal took over, transforming her into a being perched by her thirst for that man. The smell of his skin and the solid consistency of his body drove her insane.

Nova slid a hand through his curly hair enjoying the soft moan he released in response.

He didn't lose any time. He threw the keys somewhere only to get rid of them and then he placed her on the first surface he found. It could have been a table, the sofa or a bed, even the floor, she wouldn't have cared as soon as Bradley was between her legs.

She didn't allow him to find any distance. Digging her nails deep into the nape of his neck and shoulders she kept him close, biting his lower lip only to catch his lips again, famished. And Bradley matched her energy perfectly. He didn't break the kiss but took advantage of his free hands to take off his shirt, throwing it on the floor with no care for it whatsoever.

He showed way more care sliding his sunglasses off the neckline of his tank top, leaving them on the surface of the table next to Nova.

Then, he wrapped his open palms around her hips and took a long moment to press his hands around her curves, moving them down on her legs, following the outer edges of her thighs and calves.

Not even looking, Bradley found her ankles and got rid of her heels.

They too just fell on the floor with a loud thud. And Nova couldn't care less.

She tightened the embrace of her departed thighs around his hips, running her hands across his wide shoulders and down his arms. God, she loved feeling his muscles tensing under her palms.

Bradley wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him, only to grind his hips against her centre, letting her feel his erection trapped in his jeans.

They both released a pleasureful sigh.

He broke their kiss pushing his face into the socket of her neck, assaulting her skin.

"Bradley-" she breathed heavily to his ear as she slid a hand between his hair again, pulling them slightly.

"Tell me, baby," he mumbled against her skin, sliding his lips across her collarbone, "tell me what you want."

A victorious smile grew on her lips as she stretched between his arms, purring like a lazy cat. "I want you on your knees."

"For you? I'd lick the floor."

"No, I want you to pleasure me with that sweet mouth of yours. Now," a shiver crossed her as he took a little nibble of the softer skin above her breast, "please-"

"Please, what, darling?"

"Please, Lieutenant."

He liked to be called by his title. At least in those situations, when she was lost in the heat of her arousal and pleasure. And, God, if she liked giving him what he wanted.

Not that he needed much more than that to be convinced to oblige her request.

She had been cursed; she was sure. He was the perfect man. He had the looks, the brains, the talents, and the moves, and on top of all of that, he was also a skilled lover.

He was good at giving her pleasure, period. He would have done anything for her with no question asked, if it involved having her unravel between his arms, crying his name out loud.

Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw was as good with a woman as he was flying. And him being so good was one of the reasons why she could never have enough of him. And why she struggled so much to keep her hands to herself when he was near.

As if he had received an official order, Bradley was ready to execute.

He undid her jeans, immediately sliding his hands underneath, spreading his fingers wide on her lower abdomen. Nova welcomed his move, reclining her head backwards, releasing a soft moan.

Pushing her hips up she impatiently pushed herself against him. He didn't need words to know that was his queue to remove her jeans. He took a step back and pulled her pants off. Though, as if the distance from her physically hurt him, Bradley immediately wrapped his hands around her ankles and, sliding back between her legs, he filled his palms with her skin all the way up to her hips.

His dark eyes glimmered as he looked down at her, clearly enjoying the view.

"You should have told me you were wearing this-" He hinted at her bodysuit, sliding his hand from her cleavage to her abdomen.

A shiver shook her, making it very difficult to keep her cool.

"Why?" She knew exactly the answer to that question. She just wanted to hear him say it.

"Because," Bradley kneeled in front of her and threw her legs over his shoulders. In an unbearably slow caress, he passed his hands across her inner thighs, hinting to her to spread her legs even more for him. Nova tried her best to suffocate a moan, biting her lip. He looked up at her with a proud, devilish smirk printed on his lips, "I would have done this much sooner."

Nova's entire being vibrated. There was nothing quite like seeing that man devoting himself to her, on his knees, with his face between her legs. The power, the hotness of it alone was enough to flood her stomach and make her purr. And he hadn’t even started.

He wrapped an arm under her, to give her support, and with the other he hooked his fingers on the thin material of the bodysuit covering her core, pulling it to the side.

She felt his hot breath caress her dripping wet core in a delicious torture, as he took a moment to look at her.

“Oh, baby,” he gasped, sucking the air into his lungs, “you are so beautiful. So wet-” The look he sent her was pure devotion.

She was ready to beg him to continue, unable to hold it together any longer, but Bradley didn’t need her words to know exactly what she wanted.

He pushed his face into her and proceeded to feast upon her heated, aching loins.

She almost lost every faculty as soon as his tongue caressed her folds, and she was completely gone by the time he started sucking her flesh. A moan vibrated through his chest, sending her to another planet.

The air was soon filled with the obscene noises of Bradley's mouth wrapped around her sex, accompanied by her moans. She wasn’t even trying to keep quiet by then. What was the point when all she wanted to do was to scream for him?

Pleasure started to build up inside her stomach, sending electric shivers all across her limbs. Nova barely managed to balance herself up with an arm, but she didn’t care, she craved to push her fingers between his hair just to hold him.

In response, he looked straight up at her. His brown eyes were both darker and glimmering. Making eye contact in such a moment was ravaging, so powerful her skin crawled with goosebumps, as pleasure only built.

Though, as soon as she felt she was starting to hover too close to her edge, Nova gently pulled Bradley’s hair, signalling to him to stop.

He softly kissed her folds one last time before reclining his head backwards, rolling his eyes back into hers. She widened her lips, looking at him catching his breath, with his reddened cheeks and mouth and chin covered in her juices.

God, he was breathtaking.

“On your feet, Lieutenant.”

He was ready to execute. In a second, he was back standing in front of her. Nova rolled her fingers on his chest, grabbing on the cottony material of his white tank top, pulling it up, encouraging him to get rid of it.

She then pushed her face closer to his, sliding her hands across her chest and abdomen. “I need you,” she breathed close to his mouth, the musky taste of her own sex danced on her tongue, “take me now, please.”

Bradley was on her in a second. He sealed her request with a heated kiss, not even bothering to clean his face off. Not that she cared. She wished to mark him with everything she had to give, and she liked him to do the same.

She welcomed his tongue into her mouth with a pleased sigh, pulling him in an even tighter hug, wrapping her legs around his waist and running her hands to his jeans, tackling at his belt.

Bradley pressed his hands on her shoulders and lowered the thin straps of her bodysuit on her arms, only so he could pull the thin material down, uncovering her chest. He pushed his hands on her breasts, giving them a soft squeeze. They both moaned.

He lets go of her lips only to lean down and suck one of her nipples into his mouth.

Nova sucked the air between her gritted teeth, as both pleasure and frustration take over her body. She pushed a hand under his untied jeans and boxers, impatiently trying to get rid of his clothes, letting out an irritated grunt when it took a second too long for her taste.

Bradley chuckled against her skin, his moustache tickling her. “You are so impatient,” he pulled away, reaching for her wrists, “maybe I should teach you a thing or two-”

“Not tonight.” She barked, raising her chin, not afraid to face him. Though in all response she only received a schmuck grin.

He quickly raised his hands to her face. With one he grabbed her hair, pulling her head backwards, wrapping the other around her neck in a soft hold. He towered upon her, keeping her steady. “Is it that bad, uh?”

“It’s painful.”

“Tell me what you want,” she gasped as he rolled his hips, rubbing himself against her sensitive centre, “say it, darling.”

“I want your cock inside of me. I need you to fuck me right now, right on this damn table, Lieutenant Bradshaw.”

He whimpered and then he finally nodded, giving her exactly what she had asked for.

Before he got rid of his jeans, he picked a condom out of his wallet. Then, everything else that wasn’t satisfying her was forgotten.

III.

Nova slammed her hips furiously against his, sliding up and down his cock like a famished beast. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails dug into his skin, as Bradley let her fuck him to the pace she preferred. He held her solidly between his arms, face pushed against her neck socket, suffocating his moans against her skin. All the while she had no shame to cry out loud following the pleasure he gifted her with that night.

There had been no solace for either of them. The more pleasure she reached, the hungrier she became, and Bradley seemed to be more than willing to give her exactly what she needed. His stamina hadn’t given in yet, even after they already went at it three times.

They were both a mess of sweat, scratches and bitemarks, fluids, tired muscles and overstimulated nerves. But the pleasure connecting them was too great.

As soon as she started squirming, calling for his name between heavy breaths, Bradley turned his attention directly to her, raising his head and looking straight into her eyes.

He was so beautiful, lost in his own pleasure and hers.

His dark gaze ate her whole. "Yes?" He wondered, looking for her confirmation.

By then he knew how to decipher her body language and the pitch of her moans. He knew when she found herself on the edge and he was never particularly inclined in risking her losing her release.

Everything that she could give him was a quick nod, and he was ready to catch her. Wrapping an arm around her hips, he gave her the support she needed to keep going, while he raised the other hand to her face, tracing a caress on her jawline, only to push his thumb between her lips.

She gave him access, sucking his digit and maintaining eye contact. With frowned eyebrows, blushing cheeks and departed, puffed lips, hers was a silent request, begging him for release.

Bradley pulled a cocky smile, a moment before he began to move his hips too, matching her rhythm.

"Yes, baby. Cum for me." His voice was low and raspy, bent by pleasure. Music to her ear, a vibration that slid right into her lower belly, giving her the final kick to unravel between his arms.

Nova squeezed him even tighter and as she opened her mouth to cry out in pleasure, Bradley hooked his hand on her neck and pulled her in a kiss, suffocating her shouts.

The orgasm that exploded inside of her shook her with such power to leave her drained of every drop of strength. She collapsed between Bradley's arms as he helped her ride the pinnacle of her pleasure.

It felt too good to have him inside of her, as her tight core clenched around his erection. He filled her completely, sedating her needs perfectly.

He wasn't far from reaching the same edge. As soon as she let go he too embraced his pleasure.

Bradley pushed his face on her chest, suffocating a louder moan against her skin.

She slowed greatly the movements of her hips, helping him go through his orgasm as much as he did with her.

Feeling his cock pulsating inside of her as he came was enough to breathe new life into her being. It was reinvigorating and ravaging. Both blessing and damming.

Nova loosened her hold on him, now softly embracing him. She slid a hand through his hair, gently cradling him as she pressed a soft kiss on his forehead.

She was now exhausted. He had fucked every thought out of her mind and every drop of will out of her senses.

The only thing she wanted to do now was curl up in his bed, possibly as close to him as possible, and go to sleep.

It was a great breach of her strict no-intimacy protocol. But she didn't care.

Not now.

Not when it didn't make any fucking sense, since she wanted to drown in those arms of his, disappearing into his chest.

In that second of silence, as they both only hugged, enjoying each other's skin, still lost in the echoes of their pleasure, Nova damned herself for every decision she had ever taken and that she would take as soon as her fear of commitment with a man in uniform will start to shout alarms in her mind again. For now, she only wanted to pretend she was free to be his girl.

Bradley gently rocketed her, catching his breath. His lips brushed against her neck as he rested his head on her shoulder, equally satisfied and exhausted.

She did not know why she liked to fool herself so much pretending that being that close to him wasn’t exactly what she wanted.

A soft chuckle vibrated through the air, as he gave her a soft squeeze, before raising his eyes to her. “Woman,” he tenderly pecked her lips, “you fucked my brain out.”

Nova smiled proudly. “That was the point, Lieutenant.”

He deposited her on the mattress and hopped off the bed. “Wait there, don’t move.”

She had no intention of doing that. Not for the moment. So, she simply stretched between the messy pillows and bedsheets, purring looking up and down his naked body, enjoying the view and the look he gave her more than she would have ever admitted.

He went into the bathroom and didn’t bother to close the door, while he freshened up. That was how comfortable Bradley felt around her.

That was a problem. And also, something she chose to ignore.

Nova buried her face into his pillows, inhaling a deep breath of his scent. She spread her arms on the mattress, enjoying how big that bed was. Or more simply, enjoying fantasizing about her freedom to consider it her own.

Her body was already sore. Tomorrow her legs, hips and arms would have ached like hell. But God if that was a price she was more than willing to pay when the sex was as good as Bradley offered.

He returned holding a towel in one hand and a glass of water in the other, offering both to her. Nova exchanged with him a grateful smile, as the last thing she wanted to do was get up.

She drank the water in big gulps and then she cleaned herself off with the damp towel, enjoying the cool sensation it left on her skin. Once she was done, she just fell back on the mattress with a sigh, siding Bradley.

She rolled on her side, studying the edges of his figure illuminated by the bright moonlight coming through the window. He was beautiful, with his golden skin and toned body. The warmth he gave off seeped through her skin, working like a spell, suggesting to her body to nest against him, because that was a safe place to be.

Resting his head on his bent arm, Bradley kept his eyes closed, but his lips were curled in a soft smile. “I can feel your eyes on me.”

“You are so beautiful.” She whispered, lost in her thoughts, daring to slide her fingers across his flat stomach in a hint of a caress. Bradley turned towards her, his brown eyes caressing her figure. She pulled closer to him, sliding on his chest without finding any resistance from him. Her fingers danced on his face in the softest stroke as she followed his forehead and then the edge of his nose, across his lips, only to finish on his chin and across his jaw.

“Careful there,” he chuckled softly, “a look like that makes a man fall in love.”

She immediately froze.

Every drop of softness and warmth left her body.

She knew he was joking. As much as she knew he wasn’t wrong.

And the point wasn’t even that. The point was that she had a problem. Big time. Huge. Life changing. Mind-blowing. Yet simply, she was the one that was falling.

She pulled away from him and rolled over, ready to get up. And get away. Running was always a great strategy, even when the idea of distancing herself from him felt as painful as her stomach being torn from her body.

Bradley immediately followed her. He tried to keep her softly grabbing her arm. “Hey, hey,” as she hesitated, he placed a hand on her hip and, pressing his chest against her back, he pushed his face close to her ear, “I was only joking, darling.”

She was unable to function when he whispered so close to her. And, she didn’t know what hurt her more, if his words or her own damn stubbornness.

She stared straight in front of her, right into the wall. “Why?”

“Why, what?” He pressed a soft kiss on her shoulder, giving her a shiver she couldn’t shake off. “Why would you joke about that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I wasn’t joking. The point is. Don’t go.”

How could she have explained to him that she did want it? She wanted him to fall for her. She wanted it all. And at the same time, that was the reason she needed to be as far away from him as possible. Probably, forever. It was becoming dangerous.

Especially since there was a mission involved.

A shot of clarity struck her as she just now remembered that yes the sex was great and yes the Lieutenant sang and danced and flirted straight into her heart, but he was also going to be deployed. Soon.

“I have to go.”

“Why?” His voice was so soft, and yet that sweetness hooked right into her soul, ripping her apart from the inside.

She turned towards him. Her gaze was hard, her expression so serious it didn’t match the emotions they both seemed to be feeling.

“Why did you ask me out tonight?” she was so stubborn she had a point to prove now, even if it would have hurt her more than what she was ready to take, “only wanted me to witness the heartfelt reunion with your pals?”

Bradley looked at her, more confused than anything else. “No. Not only for that. You know it.”

“But that was the answer you gave me when I asked you about what’s happening at the base. You said I’d understand if I’d been at the Hard Deck.”

“Yes.”

“So? Was that it?”

He sighed. “You know I can’t give you a clearer answer.”

“Ok, then tell me this, who are they?”

“Old friends and colleagues of mine. They are Top Gun pilots too. With some, I did missions, with others I studied and did my training. I like some more than others.”

“You’ve all been called then?”

Bradley hissed and looked away.

She didn’t need him to confirm verbally her intuition. She was right. She had been right from the beginning. He was going to get sent away, somewhere, sometime soon.

A shiver crossed her spine, breaking her breath and a violent tremble that shook her chest. She thought to be good enough at hiding her feelings, yet it was more than enough for Bradley to see through her. He sent her a sharp gaze, quietly studying her reaction, making her feel naked and not in a way she liked.

“How long?” She simply asked.

It was a question that could mean anything and yet, with their conversation, it didn’t need further explanation. The answer he would give her could have changed everything.

Only the idea that they could have left only a few hours together did make her skin crawl and her stomach revolt.

She liked to keep herself separated from any type of involvement – but she was lying every time she thought she didn’t care about him greatly.

Bradley looked into her eyes for what it seemed to be an eternity. The longer that moment became, the more her fear grew. He broke the sudden tension rising between them with a sigh. “A few weeks.”

“How long is a few, Bradley?”

“I don’t know all the details. I don’t know how long.”

“Do you see where I am getting, here?”

“Yes. I see.” His breath was shaken. Both were. Sitting so close, in the dark, distressed by dark and stormy emotions. Or at least, that was how Nova felt. Victim of a spiral she didn’t see coming.

Though, Bradley was both the cause of it and the ray of sunshine she needed to guide her through.

He wrapped his hands around her face and pulled her closer. “And I am asking you to stay, just for tonight.”

As he pressed his thumbs into her cheeks, looking so loving and desperate, Nova melted. She gave in. Willingly losing the battle. Did he want her close? Did he want to damn them both? Fine.

She kissed him.

There was nothing else she managed to think could be better to do.

Sliding her arms around his shoulders she found him embracing her, pulling her to nest in his lap. His lips were welcoming, his hands already buried between her hair as they both desperately grasped at that closeness.

“I can’t.” She whispered, against his lips.

“But do you want to?”

“It doesn’t matter what I want.”

“Yes. It does.”

“What do you want me to say? That I want to stay? That I want you? Only so my heart will be broken in a few weeks?”

“I want you to consider another perspective.”

“What other perspective? In what universe your deployment is avoidable?”

His silence was so loud.

“Let me go, Lieutenant Bradshaw.”

“Is that an order, ma’am?”

“Yes.”

He did as she asked, lowering his arms and gaze. “You are free to go. You will always be free to come and go as you please.” The sadness breaking his words lashed through her chest.

God, if only she could tell him how things really were. How she wanted to fall on her knees right there, in front of him, and cry out how trapped she felt in a feeling she didn’t want but that she found and now…

She rolled her eyes to the ceiling, grumbling a curse against the entire universe.

“What would you suggest, Rooster?”

“I suggest that we seize the moment. I suggest eating and dancing and laughing together and having as much sex as we can. I suggest that we spend as much time together for the next few weeks as we can. Knowing each other, savouring each other-”

She pushed a hand across his mouth, shutting his words. And yet even then, his eyes were burning with all the emotions his sentences carried, singing to her heart.

She wanted all of that. She really did. Yet she was torn between the idea that all of that would have made their departing a thousand times harder and the fact that at least it was a delay with the promise to gain some sweet bonus perspectives.

“Why do you have to make me?”

“Make you what?”

“Fall for you.”

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