Sharp Edges: Crosshair x Reader [NSFW]

Work Party, Part 2

"Now who's taking who somewhere to kill them?" Crosshair teased, eyeing the space. It was the rooftop access to a variety of water heaters, air conditioning units, and a variety of other utilities. Apparently it was where the surplus furniture was kept, as there was little space to move around all of the tufted armchairs, elaborate couches from the lobby, and an entire assortment of outdoor furniture. But you knew what was in there. You may or may not have used it to escape from the party in years past, to steal away with a cocktail and some food and punctuate the nonstop small talk with some solitary peace and quiet. So when he turned back around to face you, you didn't have anywhere to look but at him, and your eyes were burning with desire.

"Every time I think I've got a grasp on you," you breathed, stepping closer and fiddling with his suit buttons, "You reveal more depth, more complexity, more facets of yourself..." You freed both buttons, pushing your hands underneath the lapels to slide the jacket off his shoulders and down his arms, tossing it on a nearby chair. Crosshair didn't need any warnings to see where this was going, and he lowered his chin slightly, darkened gaze rapidly matching your own. "And every time I think I can't want you any more," you continued, fueled by the rising passion and warm, tingly feeling from the cocktails, "You do something like this..." You pulled his shirt up and over his head, the turtleneck messing up his classy little hairdo on its way off, and smirked at his tight black tank top underneath. "You are, quite literally, full of layers," you breathed against his lips, fingers groping around his belt buckle as you pressed your body against him.

"You're one to talk," he answered, brushing the back of his fingers across your bare chest before sliding his hand up to grasp the back of your neck. His touch was unfathomably gentle and yet mouthwateringly firm, and you felt your body responding, increasing your sense of urgency. As he wrapped his long fingers around the base of your skull, he pulled your mouth to his, kissing you intently while the other hand toyed with your waist. His hand roved further into your hair, pulling it out of the sleek knot it was in to allow it to scatter freely across your shoulders.

He kept going, tongue teasing your bottom lip and inviting you deeper, which you wasted no time in doing. You finally got his belt buckle free, pushing everything down at once, causing him to pull back with a quick gasp, at which you both had a little chuckle. "All about efficiency tonight, eh?" he prodded, looking down at his SKINNY ASS LEGS ending in a pool of pants and underwear with a smirk before shuffling his feet out of his shoes and kicking it all off.

"I don't think you even have to take my dress off," you said, "If you're up to the challenge..."

And indeed he was. One hand found the slit in your dress, sliding smoothly up the outside of your thigh, and grabbed a cheek like it was a piece of meat. He breathed along your collarbone, lips barely touching, sending goosebumps across your body, then settled at the base of your neck with another heavy, tantalizing kiss that ended with a suggestive bite. You caressed his bare hips, gliding your hands up the front of his body to pull off the undershirt. You relished his naked form, strong and slender, smooth and scarred, lifting your eyes to his.

"Well this doesn't seem very fair," he muttered, reaching further up your dress to find the side of your underwear. He got both hands underneath, each one grasping a side of the lacy panties you'd chosen very intentionally, and pulled them down slowly. As he did, he lowered himself as well, reaching the ground and waiting for you to step out.

"Damn, you look good like this," you needled, heat blossoming between your legs as he looked back up at you. You daintily removed your feet from them, catching them on the toe of one high heel and kicking them off into oblivion. As Crosshair rose back to his full height, he scooped you up in his arms, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. You cupped his face, pressing kisses to his mouth before he lowered his head to set your chest on fire with a dizzying combination of kissing, sucking, and nibbling. He took a few steps forward, turning around and carefully lowering both of you onto one of the outdoor couches, a large L-shaped sectional. He reclined against the armrest, you draped on top of him, both facing the ceiling.