Striker became very attentive after we decided to be exclusive. I hadn't expected the rough and tumble assassin to be the kind of boyfriend who would pick me up from work with dinner or surprise me in the morning with my favorite coffee. But he had proven himself to be one of the best people I had dated, living or dead.
We had just eaten some wonderful Italian food Striker had brought over and were now curled up watching Friends' reruns. Leaning my head against his chest, I sighed contently.
Striker smiled down at me, giving me a soft kiss. I leaned into it, threading my fingers through his hair. A low groan of pleasure rumbled in his chest as he pulled me into his lap. Straddling him, I smiled into the kiss. We hadn't gone any further than this but it felt like there was something in the air tonight.
With a devilish grin of his own, Striker stood, picking me up with him. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he moved towards the bedroom.
"Should we pause it?" I chuckled, already working on the knot holding his bandana around his neck.
"Nah," Striker replied, kicking the door shut behind us, "We'll pick it back up later."
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Nowhere But Up | A Striker x Reader Story
RomantikWhen you hit rock bottom, there is nowhere to go but up. And sometimes, you have the opportunity to meet that special someone along the way.
