Our Bruised Bodies | Bradley Bradshaw

ACT FIVE - PART TWENTY

Letting their lips crash together, Bradley was quick to bury his hand in her hair, titling her head back for better access while Grace's underarm wrapped around his shoulder, pulling him closer while their kiss deepened. Filled with furry and the passion they somehow never managed to get rid of. No matter how desperately they've tired. The lust between them was sizzling hotly, threating to burn them. Their tongues fighting for dominance, dancing in a known rhythm, as Bradley moved his other arm around Grace before beginning to pull her away from the dirt path and over to where he had parked the Bronco earlier a bit further off, the only light illuminating the parking lot were the stars above.

"Urg, you still have that car?" Grace asked Bradley as they broke the kiss for the first time, but only due to the younger officer having to pull in some air into her lung, after Bradley had pushed her against the side of the Bronco, on the passenger side where they would be harder to sport from the bar, knocking the air out of her lung, before his body followed, covering her again.

"You love the Bronco." Bradley said taking a moment to look at Grace, both of his hands brushing her hair away from her face. In this very moment he wished that the moon would illuminate the night a bit more, so he could see her better.

"No one ever loved that car." She shot back, her eyebrow raised, which caused Bradley to roll his eyes, feeling Grace's hands resting on his hips, before he kissed her again. This time even more urgently than before.

Bradley couldn't stop his body from reacting to Grace. He took a step forward so his body was touching hers, leaning against the length of her slim body with one of his legs between hers, their lips met in a passionate kiss. Bradley reached for her leg, pulling it up to rest over his hip, while fumbling for the doorhandle for the passenger seat, since the bloody thing didn't even have a proper backseat.

"I have no patience for this." Grace muttered the fake annoyance easily detectable for the older pilot. Reaching for Bradley's hand which was holding her leg up to move it upwards to rest on the side of her middle, so she could stand with both feet on the ground, before turning around to open the passenger door, which Bradley watched with an amused expression, causing Grace to huff at him, before she dropped her bag, which she had slanged over her shoulder before in the foot room and then moved to sit, pulling Bradley between her legs by his hips.

"You never had much patience for anything, honey." Bradley replied easily, while he allowed her to drag him close. His deep voice doing things to her she wasn't ready to admit to any living soul.

"You always made me wait on purpose." Grace pounded, her hands brushing up and down Bradley's chest.

"That was always half the fun." He admitted, causing the younger pilot to look up at him again, before she stretched in her seated position to cup his cheek, leaning in close. This time, they took a moment, allowing their eyes to jump between their lips and their eyes before they kissed again.

As their lips met again, it felt like home. Grace knew Bradley. She knew what he liked, and she knew that he would take care of her. No matter how often they fought and yelled at each other, this, this would always feel right.

Suddenly the floodgates collapsed. Something inside Grace which was trying so damn hard to hold onto her self-control just gave in.

Their lips found each other's over and over again, their hands never leaving each other for long, not when it was so good to be close, to touch and to hold. Breaking the kiss, Grace leaned her forehead against Bradley's, their noses touching as the younger pilot reached down to undo Bradley's belt and jeans. Causing the older pilot to dive forward again and pull her into a bruising kiss while his hand moved to help Grace with the belt.