Persistent Dreams - Hawks x Reader (PAUSED)

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Here's some horny thoughts and fluff, you earned it! Good job on killing the murder mission, our dear reader, we're so proud of you! –Writers Aggie and Allie, Allie and Aggie— TULIO AND MIGUEL, I'm sorry I'll stop.

Word Count: 6308

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Bright blue hues take over the horizon, casting light through the floor to ceiling windows of Hawks' penthouse. He pinches the bridge of his nose, closing his tired eyes, strained to hell and back. Quite frankly if he were to stare at his laptop screen for a second longer he's pretty sure his eyes might turn into squares.

He's sitting on his couch, an empty mug placed beside his laptop, the faint smell of caffeine reaching his nose as he stares at the papers, folders, and notes scattered about the glass surface. Hawks groans, hunching over as he rubs his temples. Due to caffeine overdose, he acknowledges.

Sighing softly, the blond leans back, flattening his wings behind himself so he can rest the strain on his mind. As the clutter of his all nighter clears, he's brought back to the mission around 8 hours ago.

While you were at the bar, that prick of a target asked you personal questions about your wings. Specifically how sensitive they were, admittedly Hawks himself wanted to know but that wasn't the time or place to find out.

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"Do you let just anyone touch them or is there some sort of... I don't know..preference?"

The hero's patience snapped back then, he couldn't have been more obvious with the hasty and curt order he gave you and he knows it. "Don't answer that. Just get him back to the room. I'll be waiting."

In a rush, Hawks was far out of anyone's line of sight, practically stomping his way to the elevator, fuming. The urge to end the asshole's life– ever growing. Your voice rang through his earpiece. "I'll put it this way, how about you come to my room and find out. How's that sound?"

The brisk pace in the avain's movements halted all together. His breath hitched in his throat, heart fluttering in his chest. The specific choice of words and tone, indicated a lot more than just a simple "experimental touch" on your wings, of course he knew that. The whole point of the mission was to seduce the target, and take him to a secluded area (aka, the hotel room), so the job can be done.

What knowledge the target sorely lacked would literally be the end of him. Had he known this was a ruse, had he known how you act towards Hawks, had he known about your true feelings, had he known you were flirting with him under direct orders.. The target would have excused himself from the bar and left you alone.

He didn't know, but Hawks did.

Even while intoxicated you selected your words in a way that made it sound like..he could be overthinking. Yet his gut is screaming otherwise. No, he denies, you were only telling the target off hand that you don't plan on letting him touch your wings, that's all. You were doing your job.

Hawks swallowed thickly, escorting himself to the hotel room as quickly as possible, all while his mind wouldn't stop. 'I'll put it this way, how about you come to my room and find out.'

You practically looked the target dead in the eye and told him touching your wings would earn him death itself. Backtracking a few seconds, his brain supplies him with how heavily you implied how you wanted Hawks to be the one touching your wings. You didn't look at the target when you mentioned wanting them to be touched in private, you were staring directly at Hawks.

But he might have been overthinking it. Could you have been looking at him as if to say 'Help, he's making me very uncomfortable.'? No, he was certain— that look in your eyes, the slight upward twitch on the side of your mouth, the way your eyes looked at him up and down...