Sharp Edges: Crosshair x Reader [NSFW]

Coat Dinner

After an agonizingly long day at work, full of pointless tasks with pointless people, you rushed home to shower and change. You couldn't hide your eagerness anymore... You wanted to be with Crosshair whenever you could. You relished the time with him, and even with his brothers. And now, with this whole conspiracy they'd suddenly discovered, you felt a slightly insecure need to be as close to him as possible. You stuffed the feelings down, as usual, and headed to his apartment, stomach growling as you realized you'd forgotten to eat lunch.

When he opened the door, you were immediately struck by his appearance, squinting in confusion and laughing at the same time. He was barefoot, with his bare legs sticking out beneath the black coat he'd worn the first night you met.

"What the kriff is that?" you asked, still chuckling at the unusual sight.

"The jacket that you love so much," Crosshair answered, completely unfazed as you came in and closed the door behind you. He turned and headed back into his kitchen, and you were surprised to see a variety of ingredients and dishes spread across the counter.

"But where are your pants... Are you cooking?!"

"Thought I'd make a little something for us," he said, filling a measuring cup precisely to the top before pouring it into a large bowl. "Did you eat already?"

"No," you said, deeply impressed but trying to match his nonchalance. "I skipped lunch too, actually."

"Excellent."

You sidled up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your cheek against his back. The coat felt disproportionately thin, and then it hit you.

"Wait a minute," you said, a dumbfounded grin spreading across your face as you released him, "Turn around..."

"Can't. Have to get this in the oven," he insisted, making your heart swell in your chest at his ridiculous games.

"Alright, keep your secrets," you muttered, wondering what exactly his plans were. "Need any help?"

He pointed to some leafy greens on a cutting board, and soon the two of you were working side by side, passing remarks occasionally peppering the comfortable silence. When he finally had the entire mix in a large baking dish safely tucked into the oven, he turned around and wiped his hands on a towel before tossing it over his shoulder with an arched eyebrow in your direction.

Your hands were on his chest within seconds, brushing your nose against his before leaning in for a kiss. Every time you thought you'd figured him out, there was another surprise, another layer, another facet. And this ridiculous outfit... You teased your fingers across the buttons, looking up at him as you fiddled with one.

"Is this all you're wearing?" you purred, trying not to laugh.

"Only one way to find out," he murmured, coming close to kiss your cheek as you immediately released the top button, then the bottom. His kisses trailed down your neck as you reached inside the lapels, hands meeting warm skin that sent a jolt of delight and desire through you. He stood up straight, looking at you with a hint of smugness.

"Now you think you're so funny," you jabbed, although you couldn't stop smiling. You reached around him, relishing the glide of your palms across his back, and sank them down to his buttcheeks, giving both a firm squeeze at the same time. "How long does that have to bake for?" you asked, toying with his hips.

"Quite a while, unfortunately."

You couldn't resist the magnetic pull you felt toward him. The combination of his cooking and his humor, plus the enticing allure of his naked body beneath that damn coat, had you wanting to pull him off to the bedroom right then and there. But he had different plans, suddenly scooping you into his arms and heading for his living room, where a couch not nearly as large and plush as yours stood facing a rather plain shelf. The fading daylight was streaming in the high windows across the top of the room, and you felt exhilarated as he dropped you on the cushion. You couldn't help but laugh at the sight of him, completely naked except for the black coat hanging open on either side of his body.