Saw: Imagines & Scenarios 👀

Chapter 8: 🟠 Love Languages

Summary:

Imagine working out their love languages and using that to rile them up.

Lawrence Gordon (Quality Time)

Despite being a workaholic, you've managed to drag Gordon out for a weekend away.

You park the car and get out, hooking your arm in his as you wander towards the large park. The leaves have changed colour and, in the morning glow of the sunshine, everything is bathed orange. You reach the kissing gate at the entrance of the park and both pile into the little round space to pass through the gate. Maybe it's a little cheesy but you turn to kiss him before gallivanting off. He lingers there for a moment before following you, smiling peacefully.
"Gosh, Larry, I love this time of year." You sigh and he smiles, limping along, as you return to hold his hand.

You wander down the dirt path, enjoying the peace and quiet. It's cold enough that you can see your breath but the walking has you warm in no time. You don't even have to talk with Lawrence to know he's happy just being here, with you.
"It's been so long since we spent some proper time together. I know it's mainly my fault because of work but... I've really missed you." His hand tightens around yours and you look up at him.
"I understand, we've both been rushed off our feet. That's why I wanted to have this weekend with you."

A few minutes later, you spy a pile of crisp autumn leaves and make a split-second decision; pushing Gordon into it and falling on top of him with a crunch and a chuckle in a tangle of limbs. When you land and regain your composure, you're captivated by the intense blue of his eyes and his arms that wrap around you despite the exasperated look he gives you. Leaning in, you press a kiss to his lips and he sighs, his (fake) frustration melting away as a hand moves to gently cup the back of your head. He's so soft and warm and you tangle your fingers in his platinum-blonde hair, sighing when he silently asks for entry into your mouth. You give it to him, of course. He pulls away suddenly, laying his head back so he can look up at the trees above, their branches still burdened with their dying leaves.
"Thank you for doing this, [Name]." He sighs before his eyes flick to you and he cards his fingers through your hair. "I love you." You snuggle against his chest and throw your arms around his neck.
"Love you too, Gordon."

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Mark Hoffman (Physical Touch)

You really begin to notice Mark's love language at work (at the precinct and the warehouses), when you shake his hand, when you pat his shoulder, when you hug him. He appreciates it a whole lot more than words.

When you get back from work, you find him working on a miniature.
"That's looking great." You tell him and he nods.
"Thanks." He's obviously concentrating so you go and put down your bag, hang up your coat and get changed. When you loop back round to see him, he's just putting on the finishing touches. You stand behind him and wrap your arms around his shoulders, kissing his cheek.
"Looks great. I'm sure John'll love it." You say softly against his ear and he smiles, finally beginning to relax.
"Thanks, baby." He pulls you into his lap, kissing you deeply, as you curl your fingers into his hair. You press gentle kisses either side of his lips, groaning softly as he begins to thicken beneath you.
"God, I love your lips..." You breathe heavily, running your thumb across his plump bottom lip. He opens his mouth slightly to take the tip of the digit into his mouth, tongue flicking at it. "... They're so perfect." You're unable to drag your eyes away from his mouth. A strong hand wraps around your other wrist and guides your hand to his belt.
"Your touches do things to me, baby." Husky and deep, he growls in your ear, the pad of your thumb still resting on his bottom lip.

Finding yourself again, you pull off Mark's tie and pop the first few buttons on his shirt, baring a few inches of precious flesh to your eyes. Diving in, you bite at his collarbone as your hands find his belt, giving you leverage as you rock your hips down against him.
"Fuck... Baby..." He groans, eyes rolling back as your body seems to consume him and he falls into a state of ecstacy. Your lips never leave his skin; trailing over his sternum, dancing across his collar, worshipping his neck. Meanwhile, your hand find his strong shoulders as you buck against him, his cock heaven between your legs. Even through layers and layers of clothing, the friction is sweet enough to have you mewling against his ear. He doesn't say a word when he wants to kiss you again. He just grabs the back of your neck and forces his lips against yours, groaning hotly into your mouth as his hips roll upward.

It might be a long night.

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Peter Strahm (Words of Affirmation)

《 I love you. ♡♡ 》 The message was just a reminder for him because, as the hours tick by you start to realise he probably isn't having the best time at work (if that is where he is).
《 Love you too, baby. Should be home some time soon if Erickson ever stops chewing me out. :( 》 He replies and you look down at your phone, biting your lip.
《 As long as he isn't eating you out. That's my job. ;P 》 You reply, licking your lips impishly.
《 Don't send me stuff like that when I'm sat in Erickson's office! 》 He's probably suffering; trying to keep the mental images at bay as his superior gives him a good finger-wagging.
《 Want a little treat when you get home? Something to make this a little more bearable? 》 You ask, desperately trying to resume your work but the excitement welling in your belly doesn't want you to put your phone down.
《 Talk when I get home. 》 He replies and you smile to yourself, biting your lip.

When Strahm finally gets back from work, you look up from your PC.
"Oh, hey. Erickson grilling you again?" You ask with a grin and he sighs.
"Don't even start with me." He replies, barely any venom behind his words as he places down his bag and toes off his shoes. You slip from the stool at the dining room table.
"Did I get you a little hot under the collar, Special Agent Strahm?" You purr and he stops, brows quirking upwards as if pleading you to take it easy.
"I was trying my best not to get too riled." He replies and you roughly grab his belt buckle.
"Did you pop a boner in front of Erickson? Did you start telling him how much of a little bitch boy you are at home?" You tease and he shivers, his face flooding with colour. "You're such a good boy, Peter, aren't you?" He nods eagerly, leaning in to kiss you, licking his way into your mouth. Your hands find his cock, feeling it fill out in your grip.
"God, I love you..." He whines against your lips and you smile.
"Love you too, honey."