Trust. Sassiness. and Drama would describe Scarlett and Y/N's start of their relationship. Y/N has a larger family to protect from everything and anyone. Major Y/N is currently off duty, seeking any updates from the investigation, which creates dist...
My tolerance is shit since my 20s, no growth has happened. Jealous of Scar's tolerance though, she's currently hitting her 5th. "Babe, how the hell can you hit your 5th? It's back-to-back, babe.." I ask as I made her a watermelon-mint margarita. "I don't really know, maybe it's due to my high school era. But Lizzie has been working on tolerance and since Age of Ultron we've been enjoying our stoner era." She says, heading toward me.. What I've discovered is that Scarlett gets extremely horny when she's high and only when she's high. When she's drunk, her intentions are more aggressive but not violent, more like trying to put you into a headlock. More of her MMA side comes out. I feel her hands slide into my hips to my stomach. "Babe.." I try warning her. "I know, I just missed your touch." She interrupts. "Guess what Rose told me earlier." She mentions as I finish. "Your margarita, m'lady" I turn to her and bow down. "Thank you" She asks in a slight Scottish accent. "See?!/? It's addicting, right?" I chuckle, realizing that she's doing what I do. "Yeah, I mean after watching Shrek, I somehow got a Scottish voice stuck in my head." "So what did Rose tell you?" I guide us to the living room. "oH, she, out of the blue, said that she would like to move out here. Well during the summer since the city is too loud, I agree. She loves it here, it's soo relaxing." She continues while getting comfortable.
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(A/N: This is what I was going for, as in the furniture and the neutral tones. But bigger and wider for more room and energy, if that makes sense.)
"So there's a possibility?" I ask, wondering how she would feel about this since this could improve our relationship. "I mean yeah. I've been focusing on the Outset more than roles. Zoom can be my best friend and I can finally get away from the city for a while. This will definitely help us out, I'll get to enjoy your company more." She continues, curling her body into mine. "That reminds me about what I need to talk to you about." I nervously add. 'Here goes nothing, I guess' "Take your time, love." She says, breaking our connection to face me. I take a deep breath, "After our Facetime call on the 14th, the doorbell rang but once I got to open the door, no one or anything was present. On the second doorbell, I was already paranoid so I cautiously opened the door, only to see a box." I started from the beginning. "My paranoia caught up with me, so I called my friend Lucas over. He's obsessed with historical explosives, kinda like with the whole Fallout collectibles fans. Anyways, he's been in my life since my 2nd and 3rd deployment and after examining the box, we decided to call it in." I take a swing out of my drink. "So that's why you were unavailable" She realizes. I catch her glance that is more of sympathy and concern.
"I turned off my phone after a well. I knew it was going to be a long day ahead." I replied, sliding back down into the couch. I mentally prepare myself as I continue. "Police had called back up but we heard some vibration from the box, they requested a bomb squad." "Once the perimeter was clear, we joined the bomb squad once they have gotten the box in a quarantine zone. We needed to identify any material that the box contained." I paused, allowing Scar to process this information. " So you and Lucas were in contact with this damn box." Shit, she's mad. "Not really, Marco was the one handling the box. We were geared up though." I defend the situation. "That's not enough, love. YOU got close to a suspected bomb." She continues. "Babe, that box wasn't a bomb. It was contaminated with a high dose of fentanyl, thankfully we were all geared up. In the box, it had an unsealed envelope with a burner cell." Calming her down isn't an option right now, it's gonna get worse anyway. She's silent as I nod, signaling to continue.
"The letter had a picture. A picture of a bunker, the bunker I was being held in. Since that location was wiped as so as the enemies, we confirmed that this was someone from inside. The burner has one unknown number, that we've secured and haven't used. Waiting for that person to make the first move, I guess." I tried reading Scarlett's body language. She's silent, frozen. Well, I scared her off. "What about us? Our family?" She finally breaks her silence. "Our?" I connect with eye contact. "Yeah...Did you think that I'll leave?" She realizes my confusion. "Well yeah, I mean you're dating me, who's putting you and your family in danger. If that's what you want, then I'll support your choice." I ramble my words due to the anxiety built up. "No no that's not what I want. Babe, listen to me." We linked hands as she continues. My shaky sweaty hands. "This is part of your job. This can be handled. I'm not going to run, this is part of the package deal. I knew something like this would occur, that's why I had my security team leveled up. Well, a part of my psycho ex. But anyways, since our first make-out, I knew that I would have to step up on some things." Mother instincts, I guess. "I'm not running. Staying no matter what." She finishes. "How did I get so lucky?" I whisper as I recall past experiences. The room fills in with her laugh. "The universe did its tricks and pulls, I guess." She replies, moving into my chest. "What's going to happen though?" She asks. "In the meantime, everyone's under an MPO. From Nicole to the kids." I reply as I gently brush figures over her arm. "An MPO?" She questions. "Sorry, we're basically under protective custody. Until we get this resolved." Summarizing. "Thank you for letting me in, I know it's not easy." She continues as we lay down. Hinting at her past experiences of lying but also leveling up our trust.
A/N: Shitty chapter, I'll edit this later on. Hope it makes some sense. My mind is foggy rn.
The kitchen... This house is gonna be cold af hehe.
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