Don't Fear The Reaper

Chapter 13

After getting, plans settled and everyone on board, we headed to bed. My door shut after Dean and I walked in.

"Little more high-tech and bigger than the bunker," he looked around.

I chuckled. "Jealous?"

He spun his heel toward me, stalking me until I pressed back against the wall.

"Do I have anything to be jealous of?" he breathed against my neck before nipping at my ear.

I inhaled sharply and shook my head. My hands were going to the waistband of his jeans, giving him a jerk to haul him against me and shifting my hips so I could grind against him. He groaned and took my lips in a possessive kiss.

Dean's hand came up under my shirt and pulled it over my head, breaking the kiss for a few seconds before they were fused back to mine.

"Bed," I managed to say between kisses. He grunted, and we managed to fumble our way to the bed.

The world spun on its head by the time we were done. So tired and pliant, the world could have fallen apart, and I wouldn't have cared as I drifted off into nothingness.

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Fitz released the drones to check to confirm everyone was on the property had been before.

"Same crew, as far as I can tell, with the drones," Fitz said. "And there was no other movement in the last 24hrs."

"So, we're crossing our fingers that these are the only people we will have to deal with," Jemma said.

I nodded. "Alright then. Let's get the party started."

Everyone poured out of the vehicles. I wore leather pants, a black shirt, blood red bustier and knee-high boots. I always felt kickass in this outfit.

"Wow, is this what you always go hunting in?" Lance asked.

"Only on special occasions like this," I quipped.

Dean snickered. "She always complains when she ends up on a hunt without them."

"Hey, now. I get fewer bruises when I wear these."

"Is it a girl thing? Cause you all seem to like it," Lance said, looking at us all.

Daisy, Bobbi, May, and even Yo-Yo were all wearing some leathers too.

"We're just smart," Bobbi grinned.

"What she said," Daisy smirked and put her bracers on.

"Pop the trunk. Hopefully, these fine folks won't freak out when you do," Bobby said.

"Why would we freak-" Phil stared as the trunk popped. "-out?"

"Holy, wow. You're packed for bear," Mack breathed as he looked inside.

"Nah, for demons," Dean said as he reached for the colt and loaded it. "Yours are right there." He pointed to a wooden case with runes all over it.

I sighed in bliss as I picked up the case.

"You always that excited with weapons?" Daisy asked.

I snickered. "Maybe." I opened the box. Inside, wrapped in a velvet lining, were a set of pistols and a set of almost black karambit blades.

"Snick and Snack?" Phil asked as he stepped up beside me.

I winked at him. "One of the first things I bought for myself when I became an agent were these guns. The ammo is extra special, though. You got extra Bobby?" I glanced behind me.