| Capone | Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x female OC

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Recommend listening to glimpse of us, should I stay or should I go, be my baby, my kind of woman, touch tank, thorn in my side

Warning ~ cuteness overload, talk of anxiety, TEASING

Important ~ if you don't like description on teasing then I would avoid this chapter. I'm not going to point it out the bits of teasing because I feel as though it'll destroy the flow of the story so beware !! I'm not a pro on description of anxiety, so I'm sorry if it's Shitty. This chapter is just filler.

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I'm swimming into you

Into the ocean in a parachute

I'm swimming into you

Into the ocean

He's so pretty when he goes down on me

Gold-skinned eager baby, blue shirt out the laundry

He tells me he's gentle when he wants to be

So I think he wants to be gentle with me

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Capone reached the car first with rooster a few seconds behind. As she watched him run the rest of the way to the car she raised her left hand to her forehead, where she put out her thumb and index finger to form an 'L' on her head.

"Oh No. Seems like someone's a loser ! HAHA I beat youuu" she said as he finally got to the car with a pout on his face.

"Only because you cheated, and got a head start." He said sulking like a five year old.

"Wow! How dare you accuse me of cheating." She says putting her hands on her chest, as though he hurt her. " come on, roost. I'm driving"

"Oh lord! Can I at least choose the music ?" He said with puppy eyes.

" if you're a good rooster, and you say you love me more than Cassiopeia. Then yes you can choose the music." She said in response.

He slowly placed his hand on her waist and brings his face close to hers, and whispers "I love you more than anything in this world."

"That all i wanted to here" she said, as she got on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "You can choose the music"

They were now in the red Mustang blasting the music out of the radio, the wind travelling through their hair, their aviator glasses blocking the sun from their eyes and the salty fresh aroma of the ocean greeting them. Rooster's hand resting on Capone's mid thigh, as they drove past the beach. His thumb slowly drawing circles. Both of them now out of their sweaty aviator uniform; now in their own fresh clothes. Rooster was in his cream trousers and navy blue t-shirt. While Capone was wearing rooster's black mötley crüe t-shirt, she had stolen before she left for her last mission, and blue shorts that reached her mid thigh.

Rooster's eyes drifted over to admire his fiancé in the evening sun. Her brown hair flying behind her in her ponytail, and some loose strands of hair dancing around her face. Her brown eyes seem golden like Hunny, as the sun hit her eyes. Capone occasionally scrunching her nose, as the wind hit her loose strands of hair and they tickled her nose. Her sun kissed freckles littering her nose and cheeks. Her small scar standing sting on her lip; symbolising her strength and bravery. Her tattoos shining in the light. His eyes scanning over every single one that was in his sight. All her tattoos had meanings ranging from emotional to personal meanings. His eyes finding his three favourite tattoo. One of the tattoos was of the plane Capone flew in Afghanistan, that was located on her left wrist. The second tattoo was of a paw print with Cassiopeia birthday, that was located on her forearm. The last tattoo was the date of their engagement, which located on the side of her middle finger on her left hand. His eyes stayed on her body a bit longer, until he realised.