Captain Syverson One Shots / Drabbles

A valid argument (Fluff)

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Unnamed OFC

Word count: 595

Warning: fluff to a hint of smut, hinted oral, Sy's majestic beard.

A valid argument.

"You keep that god damn thing away from me, woman!" Sy pointed a finger warningly, both his jaw and gut clenched at the terrifying sight of the machine held by her hand. With an elbow perched against the door frame, she blocked his exit from the bathroom, smiling wickedly and switching the device on.

Bzzz... bzzz...

Never in his life did Syverson feel so vulnerable. The only thing protecting his asset was a measly white towel, and while he could fling this woman over his shoulder in one swing of an arm, it did nothing to deter the tightening knot in his chest.

Wars. The Captain survived wars, yet there he stood, anxious at the face of a woman holding a shaving device.

"C'mon, babe, I haven't seen that pretty face in 15 years..." A blaze of a whimsical wildfire sparked her gaze as her finger flicked the switch on and off. "I miss those big dimples. I want to see them again. Them and that chiselled chin."

"I want to fly to space and bring you back a moonrock, darlin', but you can't always get what you want." He folded his arms and shook his head with utter disdain. "The. beard. stays."

"Don't be such a big baby. It'll grow back."

Like a huge sulking hound, the Captain huffed and shook his head once more, adamant to his decision. Fresh droplets of water dripped from his bristle and travelled down his neck and chest, falling onto his shaggy hide like diamonds on dark fur. Her eyes followed the rivulets, watching them glide down his taut torso and disappear below the towel.

Slowly, she fixed her stare back at his face, her lashes fluttering like black butterflies and her lips pressing into the sweetest pout. "Won't you do it for me?"

Sy narrowed his eyes at the obvious facade but then broke into a smirk and paced toward her. His hand seized her wrist, gingerly prying the humming device from her fingers and placing it away.

"Darlin', I'll do anything for love," he drawled and then swiftly hauled her against his wet body, eliciting a piteous gasp from her gaping mouth. Holding her near, Sy wasted no time; his large paw smoothed its way across the pillows of her ass and squeezed it with the elegance of a bull.

"But I won't do this..." he tilted his head and nuzzled her neck.

"I can't believe you are quoting Meatloaf..." she answered with a tremor on her tongue, too meek to protest as Sy successfully pulled each of the strings of her desire.

"Mmhmm, and besides, I know you love the way it feels..." he threatened playfully and buried his face at the crook of her collar-bone, deliberately grazing the coarse hair against her supple skin. In seconds only, she was weightless, hums and moans of bliss sputtered from her mouth, and her thighs ground together in order to comfort the tingling need that grew into burning desperation.

"Bastard..." she whispered, pressing her groin to his. Sy grinned against her neck, praising her with a hasty nip before he began descending down the planes of her body, pleased at how quickly she succumbed to his possessive touch.

"Oh, baby, don't be like that," he chuckled and fumbled with the button and zipper of her jeans, "you know I love nothing more than having my beard drenched by your juice."

Closing her eyes, she completely surrendered, biting her bottom lip in anticipation to feel his rugged face where it belonged.

He did have a valid argument...