Call of Duty Oneshots by zoa!

Aphrodite - Soap [NSFW] [F]

A/N:

happy birthday brooke, enjoy xo

"You're a brave one, aren't ya?"

Soap exclaims, watching you pour another shot of vodka down your throat. The Task Force had no threats, and as it was coming to the New Year they decided to send everyone home. You didn't want to go back to your apartment so your teammate and friend Soap let you stay with him over the period of time you had off, resulting in the burn of alcohol engulfing your throat and making you cough slightly before looking over at Soap to answer, seeing a smug look on his face as he watches your fingertips leave the shot glass.

"You can say that. Where's yours?" you ask playfully, resting your elbow on the table that you both sat at, placing your cheek in your palm. "Oh, I forgot. You're trying to stay off of alcohol."

He tuts and shakes his head with a grin.

"Fuckin' cheeky, you are." he mutters before looking back at you again. His eyes are half shut, his body desperately wants a drink and he's making sure you don't do anything stupid at the same time. "I would say "one wouldn't hurt" but in this case, it could. I'd rather not fuck up my resolutions so early, lass."

He watches you pour another shot of the vodka on the table. Before your fingers wrap around the glass, he takes it away.

"Nope. You, miss, have had too much." he scolds you as your lips turn to a soft pout. Resting your head on your hand, you bat your eyelashes and smile softly.

"Oh come on, please? I promise I'll do no more."

"I'm keepin' watch of ya, so no."

"Fine then," you retaliate, digging through your pocket to find a chocolate bar your friend had gifted you a few days ago. "I have this chocolate bar if you want to share it with me?"

"As long as it gets you off the shots and doing as your told." he says as he takes a square you break off, putting it into your mouth.

However, your eyes widen and you choke on your piece of chocolate slightly as Soap spoke. It wasn't anything unusual, but the way he said it. It sounded so...demanding that it managed to turn your cheeks slightly pink. Your eyes didn't meet with his for a few seconds before you tidied yourself up.

"What was that about, lass?" he teases, kicking your leg from under the table. It was his living room table and you were seated side by side on a sofa. He gently trod on your footwhich made you tread back out of reaction with a cheeky grin on your face. Your eyes met and he seemed...different.

"Don't do that. You're playin' with fire here." he whispers, his eyes trailing to your lips then back to eye contact. Your lips parted as you acknowledged his words, then they formed a grin.

"What if I want to?"

A smirk grew on Soap's face and his eyes turned predatory, printed with a innocent smile which had other intentions. 

"And why would ya want to do that? Ya too precious to be burned, lass." he replied in a teasing, quiet tone, leaning slightly closer so he can be heard no matter where you were.

His eyes kept breaking the contact to stare at your lips, with you seeing his were parted and grinning. A wave of heat rushes over you as you feel your cheeks blossoming into rose.

"I don't like being ignored." he whispers, leaving your body already going weak. His hand moved from his lap to your thigh, running his fingertips up your bare skin, your short skirt that barely covered yourself.