Tangerine is a sophisticated fruit 🍊

The confrontation

Lemon ushered himself and Tangerine into the hallway. Tangerine followed behind slowly and hesitantly. He's never seen Lemon like this before. He never demands things but Tangerine knew something was wrong when he saw the look in Lemon's eyes when he asked to speak. Quite frankly, Tangerine was a little nervous. 

Lemon looked around to make sure y/n was still slumped over on the couch. 'She's probably exhausted from today', Lemon thought to himself. Lemon took a deep breath before he went to speak. Even then, he found himself stammering. 'I should have thought this out more', He thought to himself. 

"What's wrong Lemon?", Tangerine questions.

"What's wrong is your behavior, mate.", Lemon responds. 

Tangerine is taken back from the statement made. He looks baffeled and almost in disbelief that Lemon would say such a thing. 

"What do you mean, Lemon?", Tangerine questions. 

"You're being a fucking diesel. A prick. An asshole. Complete jerk. Do you get the picture?", Lemon responded. 

"What the fuck is this coming from?", Tangerine asks. 

"The way you've been treating y/n! You've yelled at her, mentally abused her, and even been way too physical; even for you. She honestly is saving our asses! If she hadn't told us the information that our boss has a target on our heads, we could be dead! And she even offered us a new place of employment too. She's done nothing wrong. And you treat her like rubbish. I'm honestly disappointed in you. I've never seen you this aggressive with anyone we have interrogated so, what's your problem with her.", Lemon passionately blurts out. 

"Lemon... I... I'm sorry. I don't know why but, I just didn't believe her. I didn't want to believe that our boss would want to kill us. I just... was taking my anger out on her. I'm such a fucking punk. Taking my anger out on a girl. I honestly have no idea what to say...", Tangerine responds. 

"Don't fucking apologize to me! Get your ass in there, kneel down, and look that girl in the eye and tell her what you just told me, now!", Lemon yells. 

Tangerine knows Lemon means business. This is one of the few times Tangerine has heard Lemon raise his voice at him. 

Tangerine then makes his way back into the living room. He walks slowly over to the couch and notices y/n, slumped over on the arm rest, sleeping. Her eyes moving underneath their lids rapidly, her chest slowly rising as she is deep in sleep. Tangerine can't help but notice how cute she is. He then reaches his hand out to her face. He lifts his pointer finger and slowly runs it across y/n's lips. He then takes a deep breath and looks up to see Lemon watching from the doorway. 

"Y/n? Wake up... I need to talk to you.", Tangerine whispers. 

He grasps her shoulder and starts to gently rock her. As he does this, he notices her eyes flutter open. 

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You slowly rise after your eyes get adjusted to the lighting. You felt something warm caress your lips and that caused you awaken. Whilst sleeping, you heard two voices. You were too tired to honestly care what they were saying. This couch was so comfy you didn't want to wake up quite yet. Everything felt extra good due to the fact that you were interrogated in your own home and manhandled. To be honest, you didn't mind the fact Tangerine's hands were all over you. Of course, the shoving and whatnot was annoying but when he would stare at you or grab your face.... you started to turn red thinking about it. 

'What the fuck is wrong with you! This man has basically abducted you and your cat with his sweet brother! There's no reason to feel giddy! Even if he has a perfect body, cute accent, and the best facial hair possible...', You scorn yourself inside your head. 

"Hello?", You say sleepily. 

"Hey y/n... can you sit up for a second.", Tangerine asks. 

You slowly tilt upwards and lean back onto the couch. Your feet are hanging off the couch and your hands are hugging your body. You're honestly scared a little. 

"Hey y/n, I'm... I'm sorry. There was absolutely no reason to have treated you that horrifically. I was upset and confused on why our boss would want to betray us so, I took my anger out on you. There's no reason for me to have done that. I've hurt you when you were only trying to help.", Tangerine says. 

He then placed his hand on your leg and said, "I'm truly sorry and, I'll do anything to make it right.", Tangerine adds. 

You have a few ideas in mind... but you settled on one. 

"Yes, you can... kiss me.", You slowly mutter out. 

Tangerine's hand was still touching you. You slowly moved in and hovered over your face. 

'Time to execute the plan', you sneakily think to yourself. 

You slowly grab his shoulder and give him a little shove back. Then you smack him as hard as you could. 

You could see red on his left cheek. He looks down, embarrassed. 

"I deserve that", he whispers. 

You were surprised to see him not retaliate. You wanted to see if he really meant his apology. 

He turns his face back to you with a smirk. He even lets out a little chuckle. He then slides his hand farther out your leg to your upper thigh. He then swoops over to your ear and whispers, "That's too bad... I really wanted to taste you tonight." 

He then moves his head, so your lips are merely an inch apart. His tongue then escapes his mouth and slowly licks your lips. You're so nervous you don't move an inch. His tongue then breaks open your lips and you feel him inside of you. You moan in his mouth, you're unable to contain it. You feel his mouth smirk against yours. He breaks away from you and lets you gather yourself. 

You just stare at him in awe with a pretty shade up pink creeping on your face. 

"What? I'm just doing my atonement...", Tangerine fills the silence. 

"That was... that was my first... kiss...", You're able to muster the courage to say.

Tangerine then looks away embarrassingly again. 

"Hope you liked it...", He says. 

*Bang! *

Both you and Tangerine whip your heads around to the front door. It flies open and an older man, maybe 50's barged in with a twelve-gauge shotgun in his hands. Lemon squeezes Frank closer to him and slowly moves over to Tangerines side next to me. 

"Get your bloody hands off of Miss y/n!", the man says. 

"Charlie?", You question.