Ahh sleep, such a beautiful thing. The way one's mind can shut down for hours, conscious filled with vivid dreams as their eyes stayed shut. Always fascinating to think about sleep..... To bad I can't fucking sleep. You thought groggily to yourself and turned to see it was 5:30 in the morning. Not even Soldier was up until at least 7, so of course you were complaining.
After a while of mentally arguing with yourself, you hauled yourself out of bed. Making a mental note to take a nap later, you ran your hands though your (h/l), (h/c) hair. Looking half decent, your feet led you to the direction of the kitchen. Being in only a pair of red shorts and a black tank top, you were kinda cautious about the guys. Yet then you realized everyone was still peacefully sleeping, unlike you.
Once arriving at your destination, you pulled out stuff for making the other mercs' breakfast. Two boxes of pancake mix, check. Dozen eggs, check. 2 pounds of bacon, check. Loaf of bread, check. You mentally checked off as you looked at all of the stuff. Enough for breakfast? Hopefully.
So then you started, getting everything ready while the burners were heating up. The clanking of pans alerted a certain sharp shooter that was currently sitting in the living room, cup of coffee in hand. Curious about who else would be up this early, he lifted himself from the couch and headed in the direction of the kitchen.
Sniper POV
As I peeked my head inside the kitchen, what I saw made my eyes widen and my jaw drop. There stood (y/n), in a low cut tank top and a pair of short red shorts, red team symbol adorning the side. I perched my aviators atop my head as I watched her, need to touch her growing. I mean, who wouldn't want to hold their crush? I hope I just don't get punched for trying.
Normal POV
As you quietly started to flip pancakes, the bacon started to sizzle, smell wafting in the air. Flip. Flip. Flip. The pancake let out a hiss as it was cooked to a beautiful golden brown. Satisfied, you slid it onto a large plate and poured more batter into the pan, hoping the rest would turn out like the first one.
Yet soon you felt lean muscled arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into a warm chest. A blush immediately erupted across your cheekbones as you turned your head to try and see who was holding you. There stood your long time crush, Sniper, aviators resting on his tousled hair and a soft smile on his lips.
"Good morning.." He whispered huskily as he kept your back flush against his chest. You stuttered out a good morning to the Aussie as you turned back around to continue cooking. A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest as he rested his head on your shoulder, watching your delicate hands cook.
"Smells delicious sheila.." He murmured against your ear, making your body shiver a little as you shyly smiled up at him. He saw and chuckled, cool hand slipping under your shirt to run across your soft tummy. His calloused hand made you squeal as you wiggled against him.
"S-Sniperrrr!" You whined and tried to get out of his grasp, making him laugh softly as he tickled your belly. Another squeal erupted from you as you desperately tried to escape his grasp.
After bugging you a bit more, he stopped, but still held you close. His breath tickled your ear, making you realize who you were pressed up against once more. Sniper buried his nose in your hair and breathed in your scent, eyes closing for a few seconds before opening again.
"Oi 'ave a question for ya (y/n).." The dark haired man murmured, stubble rubbing on your bare shoulder. His deep voice made you blush, the Australian accent really not helping the condition of your poor face. Nodding slightly, telling him to ask, you kept cooking as you heard him take in a deep breath.
"Would ya ever.. Consider.. Datin' me..?" He asked softly, arms tightening slightly around your waist as he waited for rejection.
Instead your face erupted into 50 shades of red as you nodded slowly, not sure if he was just bugging you or not. Sniper let out a relieved sigh and nuzzled his face into your neck, so glad you didn't say no.
"See.. Cause Oi've liked ya for a while now an.. Oi was wonderin' if ya would.. Well.. Date me..?" He asked, looking up at you with his grey-blue orbs. Your face lit up with a big smile as you turned around and hugged him tightly, lips connecting with his. His eyes widened, but soon closed as the Aussie kissed you back. Once your lungs burned for air, you parted, just smiling at each other.
"Oi'll take that as a yes?" He said, making you giggle and nod.
"Of course Sniper, I love you.." You murmured and stroked his cheek, making him close his eyes and lean into it.
"Oh (y/n).. Ya've made me a happy man.." He murmured and kissed your hand, making your heart flutter at his gentleness. He kissed every fingertip, then down your palm, and up your arm. Soon he was gently kissing your shoulder, making you shiver slightly as he kisses because a little more rough.
Sniper started to gently bite your neck and collarbone, licking every hickey he slowly made, stubble tickling your skin. Your breath came out shaky as you ran your hands through his short brown hair.
"Sniper.." You whispered, making him look up at you as you cupped his face with both hands and kissed him passionately. He let out a rumble of enjoyment and he slid his tongue into your mouth slowly, your tongues wrestling. You could taste the coffee and tobacco as his continued with his devious actions. Soon you were sitting on the counter, his hands on either side of you as you continued your passionate rendezvous.
Yet soon the moment was ruined as a flustered and confused Engineer stood there, blush dusting his cheeks. He cleared his throat, making you and Sniper whip your heads to the side to look at him. Sniper chuckled but you started to blush bright red.
"Errr.. Shall Ah continue breakfast?" He asked, twiddling his thumbs in embarrassment at catching you two.
"Sounds good, shall we continue in my camper sheila~?" Sniper purred as he picked you up by the thighs. You blushed even more and buried your face in his neck, making his laugh. "I'll take that as a yes~" he chimed and headed in the direction of his camper, leaving a flustered Engi to finish the breakfast you had started.
But who cares about breakfast? Not you at the moment ;)
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I'll leave the rest to your imagination~ ;)
Hope you liked it!
~Anayame （＾◇＾）
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