Scopes [Mchanzo]

🍀St. Patrick's🍀

Hanzo's POV:

March 17

I walked around the base and noticed a lot of green everywhere. Green hats, green shirts, green socks, green this, and green that. It was a little annoying for I do not like green. It's probably some holiday celebrated in America or I just never took part in any of these weird activities in Japan (You know, cuz I'm a Shimada). I was perplexed but decided that I would research it later.

Training went smoothly... like it always does. Every shot was faultless. I heard Jesse coming up behind me, with his familiar spur clink, and I turned around. Immediately, he pinched me and ran away as fast as he could.

What...Was that? Anyways, you think you can get away with something like that? I think not.

Throughout the day I could simply be walking and get pinched or while I'm eating, a little pinch on my arm. I tried to brush it off because it was a mere distraction and I couldn't catch Mccree. He always ran and hid in a room full of people or someplace where I was on surveillance.

It really annoys me that he always find the easy way out.

Finally at the end of the day, the pinching had stopped. I was on my way to my bedroom when I received a hard, but playful pinch right on my ass.

"Will you cut it out, Mccree." I said.

"No." he said grinning.

I tried to pinch him back but he moved out of the way and said,"I don't think so, I'm wearing green, and you're not." He stuck his tongue out playfully at me.

"What does wearing green have to do with harassing me with pinches the whole day?"

"Because it's St. Patrick's Day today. And the rule is, if you aren't wearing green, you'll be pinched by anyone who is." he pinched me again in my confused state.

I've had enough of this ridiculous pinching.

"I don't see any green on you." I said. But if course, he lifted his red serape and revealed a green shirt under his armor.

Dammit.

He looked at me with a wicked grin. "We'll just have to do something about that won't we." I said.

I pulled him into his room and began to kiss him really slow and softly. I could tell he was getting annoyed by the slow pace because he was intentionally trying to move his lips faster but I completely denied any further  progression.

Soon, his hands began to wander after the failed kissing attempt. I slapped them away and broke the kiss. He looked so desperate now. His eyes pleaded to continue. I loved his face when he begged and the sense of dominance I gain even though I am shorter than his towering height.

I gave in just a little and we moved to the bed. He wanted to strip both of us immediately. I was pinned down as he removed my garments as well as his own. Jesse hovered over me in his boxers. I licked my lips and grinned. He was definently turned on by that. A dark blush spread from his cheeks to his ears and shoulders.

I began to stroke his chest and abs. Taking his vulnerability to my advantage, I pinched his nipples. He groaned loudly.

I chuckled. "No more green now, huh."

I pinched his sides, and his biceps, as well as those juicey thighs. He reacted better than I thought he would. Each pinch earned me a sweet moan.

"Darlin' now you're not being fair. Your pinches hurt like hell." That was a very true statement.

"I have a younger brother, of course they hurt like hell, idiot."

He made a pouting face and I gently massaged his 'abused' muscles. He began to relax and I lay down on the bed.

"I'm satisfied now, good night." I said, rolling over to sleep, my back facing Jesse.

"What? No you're not. Well I'm definently  not." He protested.

"Well, I can also go to my room and leave you by yourself."

He sighed. "I'll take what I can get."

I faked a gasp, "Jesse Mccree is not putting up a fight. Well I never thought I'd see the day."

"You're asking for it."

"Shut up." I pulled him in for a kiss and we slept in peace.

End

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Not the best, could've been better... I just suck at writing a lot. Especially the characters deeper thoughts which contributes more to the story. Happy St. Patricks Day!!