Sharp Edges: Crosshair x Reader [NSFW]

Blind Date Gone Right

Things were getting hot and heavy VERY quickly, so much so that you found yourself a little self-conscious out in public. You pulled Crosshair around the corner, tucking into a crevasse between two buildings and tugging him back against you. He was a formidable force, a burning passion with a knife's edge, and you were lost in him. He reached under your shirt, and you sucked in a sharp breath, pressing your forehead to his as his hand teased along the underwire of your bra. He breathed a single chuckle, dropping his lips to yours yet again as his hand grew firmer, pushing up the bra cup and cupping the breast underneath. He gave it just enough of a squeeze that it would have hurt if he'd gone any further, but as it was, it was driving you mad. It conveyed possession and power, and you were in just the mood for the energy he was bringing. As his thumb brushed across your nipple, timed perfectly with the gentle tug on your lip from his soft mouth, you made up your mind.

"Listen," you gasped, pushing on his hand with your own, through your shirt, to stop his movement for a second, "You're not gonna have me in some random alleyway."

Crosshair exhaled through his nose in what probably passed as a laugh for him, standing up and reclaiming his hand. "Fair enough. But I'm gonna have you?" he provoked, tilting his head slightly so your mouths were inches apart. The heat and desire radiating off of him was palpable, and you began to rethink your declaration to move this elsewhere, but shook the thought away.

"My place isn't far..." you murmured against his lips, feeling slightly vulnerable at the invitation when all the interaction so far had been swapping little barbs. His response was to run a hand down your side and under your thigh, gripping it and lifting it to his hip, leaning into you again. Stars, you were in trouble. He kissed you again, lingering this time, and you could feel his hard length pressing into you through your clothes.

"Lead the way," he said, releasing you so suddenly that you thought you'd fall, except he was so close, one arm wrapping around your waist as you headed for your apartment.

The door opened to your place, dark and quiet, with an expansive view of the city from the floor-to-ceiling windows across your living room. It was plain, minimally decorated, and highly focused on functionality, although there were little trinkets that showed your personality peppered throughout. They were usually missed by the casual observer, however, and you liked it that way. You dropped your keys into the box by the door, kicking off your shoes, and walked in a few steps. Crosshair followed, scanning the room quickly before closing the door behind him, and you turned to face him, trying to decide how this would go.

Should you jump him right there? Should you take a shower first? Have some conversation? Offer him a drink? The change in scenery had put a slight damper on the heat of the moment, and you felt thrown off balance. Crosshair, however, seemed as unruffled as ever, slowly lowering his coat down his arms and laying it over the back of a nearby chair. When he came back toward you, the slight lowering of his chin and the smoldering intensity in his eyes sent a burst of heat straight between your legs, and you felt adrift no longer.

In two short steps, he was upon you, lifting you onto the kitchen counter and pressing himself against you again. You wrapped your legs around his waist, yearning for every inch of your bodies to be touching, and dug your fingers into his hair as you kissed him again. His nose smashed against your cheek as his hands slid under your shirt, pulling it upward. You lifted your arms above your head, hair scattering over your shoulders as it came free of the clothing, and Crosshair tossed it to the side, tracing his fingers across the curving tops of your breasts. His rhythm was tantalizing... hot, heavy, and passionate, then pulled back, teasing, enticing...

He lowered his head to your neck, kissing and sucking now, which made you flinch and giggle involuntarily as his lips closed around a ticklish spot. It was starkly out of character for you so far, and he pulled back in surprise, meeting your eyes. The soft expression of bemusement on his face was unfathomably tender, warming you to the core and fanning the flame of your desire even more. You kissed his mouth, his cheek, his jawbone, his ear, and a quiet, guttural moan escaped him as you clenched your fists around his silvery locks. Now it was his turn to undress as you tugged on his gray sweater, messily pulling it over his head, feeling your heart thrill at the sight of his perfectly-smoothed hair re-emerging as a tousled mess. His undershirt was tucked into his pants, secured with a classy, simple belt, and you bit your lip impatiently, fumbling with the buckle at his waist.