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☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ |Warning: Mature Content| |It's been a while so why not bless you with al a little smut and two chapters. Don't read if not comfortable| ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ |Movie: Hobbs and Shaw| ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼
Valerie walked into their room of hers and Deckard' new house. Deckard laid there, sleeping soundly as Valerie watched with a smile. She walked over and laid down beside him, instantly making him turn over and wrap his arms around her figure. She hummed and moved around, laying her head on his chest, intwining their legs messily.
"Love, we have to get up. I still have to see your mum before I leave." Valerie mumbled after a couple minutes of sweet silence. Deckard groaned and turned so he hovered over her, pulling her close to him. "I don't want you to leave." Valerie smiled and placed a kiss on his cheek, turning them over so she straddled him.
"I don't want to leave either, but I have to. This is really important to me, and I need you to be okay with it." Deckard sighed and moved his hands on her thighs, rubbing them. "I am, but I hate when you're gone," he smiled at her, feeling her throbbing against him. "Maybe I can give you something to remember me by while I'm gone," she bit her lip, leaning down and connecting their lips sweetly.
"Is that so?" He smirked and she chuckled, pulling away and lifting her shirt over her head. Revealing her black bralette that matched her underwear. "It is." She leaned over and gripped his shirt pulling it over his head. Leaning down and connecting their lips again, he smiled into the kiss, feeling her hands trail down his abs and to his sweats.
He reached behind her and undid her bra clasp, pulling away for a moment so she could remove it completely and toss it to the side. Flipping them over so he was on top, he slipped his fingers into her underwear, pressing them to her throbbing clit, making her moan. Whilst he kissed and sucked on her neck, her hands pushed down his sweats, making him pull away and kick them off to the side.
"How much longer do you have until you leave?" He asked, leaning over and pulling off her underwear, he trailed his hands over her body. "A few hours, why?" She asked, pulling him closer to her body. "No reason, just gives me time to fuck you." He said, and she smiled and he thrusted himself into her, she let out a loud moan, pulling him down and kissing his lips whilst he moved in her.
She moved her hand down past stomach, rubbing circles on her clit whilst he other hand held his jaw, moving their lips in sync. Gently grabbing her hand that held his jaw, he intertwined their fingers and pushed in down into the mattress. Kissing down her jaw, he moved to her neck, picking up his pace, she moaned uncontrollably.
"Fuck. Keep going." She moaned out, scratching her nails behind his back, making him groan in pain and pleasure. His thrusts became sloppy, showing he was close, subconsciously arching her back, pulling him closer. She clenched her walls around him, "Deck," she started, him nodding slowly into her neck whilst he kissed and sucked on it. "I know, love."
She moaned out and came around him, he still kept thrusting, letting her ride out her orgasm. Then he came into her and slowed to a stop, pulling out of her he laid down beside her. Breathlessly she found the strength to turn her body and lay on his chest. "Are you sure you want to leave?" Deckard asked, pushing the hair from her face.
"You know I have to." He sighed and nodded, grabbing her waist he pulled her body closer. "You know I love you, right?" Valerie hummed against his chest and nodded, "I know, and I love you too."
A few moments later, Valerie grabbed her suitcase and had someone take it to her car. Standing by the doorway, stood Deckard, him still being upset about her leaving. But apparently this good was really important about her past and she had to do it. Valerie had tears welling up in her eyes and she stood by the car, turning her head to face him.
She bit her lip, tears pooling from her eyes, she ran over and wrapped her arms around him. Hugging her just as tightly, he kissed her head and held her waist, hugging her like it was the last time they'd see each other.
"I love you, so much. I'll be back soon, I promise." She said, pulling away from him and cupping his face. "I know, I love you too." She smiled faintly and brought him closer, pressing their lips together in a much needed kiss.
☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ (1 week later) ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼
"I know you're here Brixton! Come out love! And maybe I won't shoot you in the head!" Valerie shouted in the warehouse, holding her machine gun after killing Brixton' little army. Brixton chuckled and turned the corner, revealing himself with his hands up in mock surrender.
"I'll admit, I'm impressed. You changed since I last saw you, the old Valerie never even considered marriage," Brixton mused, standing just a few feet from Valerie. Her face fell, but she still kept her machine gun pointed at him, hatred filled her eyes. "Oh, that's right. I know about you getting hitched. Though I still can't figure out who with." Valerie sighed silently, knowing she did a good job at hiding her marriage details.
"Why? Jealous Brixton? You were always so obsessed with me, we all saw it coming. Pretty girl gets some blood on her hands and men come falling in line! It's quite funny actually. You know why? Because you actually thought I loved you." Valerie mused, knowing she got under his skin.
"I'm going to put so many bullets in your head, god himself wouldn't recognize you." Valerie smirked at him and tossed the gun to the side, walking up so she stood close to him. "I'm an atheist, fire at will." Brixton smirked before leaning down so their faces were inches apart. Valerie placed her hand on his chest and slid it up to his jaw, also as if she was going to kiss him, she leaned over to his ear, "I'm going to kill you."
Valerie smirked and walked over to her car, hopping in, "See you soon, love." Brixton clenched his jaw, but knew he needed Valerie alive if he was to use her to get to Deckard. Valerie drove off, suddenly getting an uneasy feeling in her stomach, she pulled over to the side and got out. Collapsing to her knees, she began to throw up, pulling her hair back. She pulled herself up and leaned against the car, holding her stomach in pain.
