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We don't have to dance |Philip Graves x gender netural reader

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Synopsis: You were a part of Shadow Company and had grown fond of working with them, particularly Commander Graves. You were smitten by his teasing touches and longing glances. He treated you to wonderful dinners and walks, making him the perfect companion. However, your peace was short-lived when you heard the rumors that he hadn't returned from his tank. You were devastated until he showed up in your kitchen, alive and well.

Content: Mentioned his death, war crimes, sexual tension, and swearing. I think that it's but lmk. mentions of sexual encounters

A/N hope you enjoy it <3, if you like it reblog, like, or comment this keeps me motivated and please don't let this flop. Also working on a tag list lmk if interested. {images found on Pinterest} Any typos lmk.

Song Rec: We don't have to Dance - Andy Black

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You could hear the rain pouring on the roof, and most times this could lull you asleep. What's the old saying "when it rains, it pours." that's exactly how your heart felt. You had been hiding due to your commander betraying 141 and Los Vaqueros.

'That fucking idiot' you had scowled he was the reason you were miserable. You loved him. You still love him even after what he had done because you knew he had good intentions behind his motive. As you lay in bed you start remembering the good times.

The sex was amazing, like something right out of a romance novel you used to read. You both relished in the magic of it all;. The romance was reminiscent of the novels you devoured. Philip excelled at transforming intimacy into magic- every kiss, every caress was a thrill. He particularly loved the thrill of adventure. You fondly recalled how he would pull you into secluded spaces or bend you over his desk while muffling your moans with his hand.

You were just about to drift off to sleep when you heard the sound of something rustling around in your kitchen. Suddenly alert, you leaped out of bed and reached for your knife, but in your haste, you picked up his knife instead. With your heart racing, you cautiously made your way to the kitchen, peeking around the corner to get a better look. Just as you were about to strike, a strong hand reached out and pulled you close. You tensed up, ready to fight, but then you recognized the soft southern drawl of his voice. Looking up, you saw Philip's face illuminated by the moonlight. As he leaned in for a kiss, you couldn't help but give in. Finally pulling away, you felt his knife slip from your hand and clatter to the floor.

"What the fuck happened to you? You cried out, almost screaming because you thought you would never see him again - and here he was. The same cocky bastard that you had fallen in love with.

"I promise, I'm okay," he said gently as he reached out and wiped away your tears. "Don't worry, Doll, I'm here for you." Your sobs slowly subsided as you felt his warm embrace. He held you tightly, vowing to never let you go, and you knew he meant it. But you still needed answers. He kissed your forehead and the both of you swayed back and forth. Jus letting time heal the both of you.

He held you tight, your face buried in his chest as tears continued to roll down. Desperately, you mumbled to him: "Please, Phil, what happened? I thought you died..." His embrace was suffocating, and you couldn't help but crack. He shushed you and looked down into your eyes, you could see he was hurting.

"I wasn't in the tank.... when MacTavish blew it up." He began telling his tale "I was in hiding, and prayin'.. that they don't get my girl." He gave you another kiss and you pulled him into the living room to sit on the couch. He sat down on the couch and pulled you to set on his lap. He still had some of his tactical gear on. You began removing his gear and Phlilp let out a breathy laugh. "If you wanted me to take my clothes off, you could have said something. You shot him a glare and he only grinned. You noticed the dirt on his face and ran to get a washcloth out of the downstairs bathroom. You used warm water and went back into the living room, he had taken all of his gear off and he had his shirt unbuttoned.

You wiped off his face and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips and he pulled your hips closer so now you were up against his bulge. He threw you a smirk and you quickly turned his advance down for a later time. He huffed and pouted but you were standing your ground, the matter at hand was still not being discussed. "Philip, you're a wanted man. What do we do?" You asked and he frowned.

"I guess we try and clear my name doll." He said matter of fact. You looked at him confused and waited for him to explain. But he didn't, he just pushed you off of him and stood up. "Phli-" You let out a squeal, he had thrown you over his shoulder. "We'll talk more about this later, right now I just want you." He said while walking towards your bedroom.

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