Grey Line

Holding Hands

Mika set the bag down and pulled out the various fruits and waters, "What a nice guy." Her eyes looked up to see Hawks watching her, "You better be good to him."

The winged hero scoffed, "I am. He's like a younger brother. Besides," he walked over to her, "He's the one person I don't feel like ripping to shreds right now."

"Ah, territorial today aren't we," she teased.

"You have no idea. It's annoying," he nuzzled against her cheek, "it makes me not feel like me."

She closed her eyes when he buried into her neck for comfort, "I know. It'll be over soon." She pet his head, "Then we have work to do."

"Yes," he pulled her against him, "We need to finish off the rest of this shitty league."

"Maybe your friend has more information," she casually wrapped her arms around his neck, "You haven't seen him in a while."

"Perhaps," he placed soft kisses along her jawline, "it's a give and take system with him. Sometimes he's not in the mood."

"I'll go. Maybe then he'll be more willing to cooperate."

He nipped her neck, smirking when she jumped, "No. That's trouble waiting to happen."

"You can't stop me," she ran her hands down his arms.

"Mika, no." He placed a deep kiss on her lips.

"Mika, yes," she smiled when their lips connected again, "Let me help with the leg work. We can be good cop, bad cop."

"If I say yes, will you shut up," he smirked when she puffed her cheeks.

"Yeah, probably."

"Good, now hush," his lips met hers again in a long kiss. Mika chuckled. He was such a brat sometimes when it came to getting his way.
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Hallie laughed, "She's not wrong Katsuki."

He rolled his red eyes, "Don't start. I figured you of all people should at least be somewhat concerned."

"I'm the opposite. Hawks is a capable person, even in times like this," she winked at Tokoyami, "Besides, if she was severely injured he would have called someone to help, like he did with the medication."

Tokoyami nodded, "He knows I would do what I could. She looked fine and had a handle on things."

"Now," Hallie's blue eyes landed on a sulking Bakugo, "Leave them be."
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She wasn't sure how she ended up on the bed, but, she didn't question it. One minute they were bantering in the kitchen, the next, she was the victim of deep kisses and wandering hands.

Hawks seemed more composed than their kiss earlier. Maybe her words had brought him some comfort. She meant them. She wasn't going anywhere. Hell, she didn't want to be anywhere else. Hopefully that message got across.

Everything about her drove him insane. Her voice, her looks, her touch, the way she felt against him. He had only one thought, her. The way she responded to him wasn't helping his quickly slipping self control. Her soft breaths, the way her hands slid over his sensitive skin. God he had it bad, even without his current...predicament.

His hands pulled her shirt from her body, throwing it as far away as he could. His lips instantly settled on her neck, clamping down slightly as his hand grabbed her breast. Mika whimpered softly and arched her back into his touch.

He groaned against her neck, "This is witchcraft."

She smirked and whispered, "Don't tell."

"Don't worry about that," his voice was warm and husky as he ran his lips over her chest, "You're all mine." A shaken breath left her as his mouth found her breast. Her hands wound into his blonde hair as her eyes closed. He met her lips in a hard kiss, "Isn't that right?"

Her grey eyes opened and met his before she answered, "Yes, it is."

"And I don't share," he nipped her bottom lip harshly, "Am I clear?"

Her hands gripped into his hair, "Crystal."

She pulled him down into a passionate kiss, almost leaving the two breathless. A lot of unsaid promises were happening in this moment. Mika would do anything for this overgrown chicken. Even die for him. He would let go, and allow himself to be truly loved for once. 

His lips hastily made their way down to her stomach, nipping and kissing their way down to her hip bone. She jumped slightly and giggled, smiling when she felt his grin against her skin. He made hasty work of the rest of her clothing before he continued his teasing.

Mika bit her lip and moaned, her hands gripped the sheets beneath her. God he just started and she was already about to break. That damn mouth of his would be the end of her. His hands slid along her thighs, and to her hips in a gentle, but firm grasp.

Her soft moans and gasps were music to his ears, and he wanted more of them. He had to have more of them. His body was screaming at him, but, her soft touches kept him in check. He refused to just dominate her. That wasn't love, merely lust. Her hands found his wrists as her back arched. He laced his fingers with hers, not stopping his teasing movements.

Through all of the pleasure, a warm smile crossed her lips when their hands conjoined. In all of their times together, they had never held hands. It was a small gesture that held a deeper meaning. Even with her so close to her limit she recognized it, making her heart feel warm.

A heavy wave of pleasure shot through her, making her whimper. She had already climaxed, making herself breathless. Her cheeks stung from lack of air. Hawks grinned and kissed her, "Breathe." He nuzzled into her cheek and nipped her ear, "Do you want more?"

"More of you," she chuckled, "Always."

Her skin tasted so sweet as his lips kissed and sucked on the tender flesh in the bend of her neck. Her hands softly traced his shoulders, her nails teased his flesh, sending goosebumps. A smirk landed on his lips when he plunged himself deep into her, a moan coming from her chest.

While he made a point not to hurt her, his instincts wouldn't allow him to be his usual self. His mouth dominated here once more as he pounded into her. One hand gripped her hip, the other I entwined with her fingers above her head. Her back arched as she moaned breathlessly into his mouth. Her grip on his hand tightened as she felt the familiar pressure growing inside of her.

Hawks grinned and stopped his movement, "Nope."

Her eyes met his, "That's not nice."

"Get on your knees," his voice was soft, but stern, "I'm not done with you yet."