Rainbow Six X Reader

Confessions

Relationship: 

-Smoke X F!Reader

Tags/Warnings:
-Confession of Love
-Injury
-Injury Recovery
-Kissing
-Suicide Bomber
-Mild Violence
-Kissing

*****

"I'm saying I love you." You repeated the words again as Smoke looked at you, face hidden behind his mask as your teeth worried your lower lip. "I know it's the worst possible time to say it, but I want to tell you before something goes wrong." You explained, heart briefly sinking from his lack of response.

The Brit reached out then, firmly grasping your shoulder as he moved to lean in closer, the darkened glass over his eyes making them impossible to read. "Y/N," he began when a flicker of movement caught your eye.

A white-clad figure rounded the corner, the terrifying sound of oxygenated breathing reaching your ears a moment before it registered.

Suicide bomber.

"James!" You screamed the warning, grabbing your companion by the vest to jerk him forwards as you manuevered your body between him and the bomber just as a deafening explosion sounded. Debris flew everywhere, pelting your body as you were lifted off your feet. Everything felt like it was in slow motion as your body summersaulted through the air to land hard a few meters away.

Your ears were ringing, the amount of dust in the air made it difficult to breath, and you couldn't move. Nothing was responding.

Faint coughing sounded from nearby, a pile of debris shifting as Smoke appeared in your line of sight, the Brit rushing over to your side. He grabbed a hold of your shoulder and rolled you so your back was supported against his knees as he knelt beside you, your head nestled in his right arm. "Y/n? Oh my god," Smoke's hand pressed against your stomach, causing you to wince in pain.

"Hold on, ok? It's gonna all be fine, I promise." Smoke was talking rapidly while his head turned every which way in search of help. The glass that had been covering his eyes previously had cracked, the right one shattering completely to expose his eye. There was a trickle of blood originating from his brow.

"James?" A coppery taste filled your mouth as you coughed, pain flaring through your body at the movement, tears springing to your eyes. "You're... bleeding..." Your voice cut off into another bout of coughing, the pain flaring up with each movement, but you couldn't move your head to see what it was.

"Shhhh. Sh, I'm fine," Smoke murmured soothingly, rocking back and forth as he reached to brush your hair away from your face. There was blood on his gloves, but you weren't sure if it was yours or his. "You're gonna be fine too, right? Right as rain once we get Doc here."

You felt so tired... So cold. The pain was more of a numbness now, allowing you to slowly relax. "Jamie... Jamie, it hurts..." You whimpered softly, a flicker of fear passing through you as you tried to focus on the man above you. You wanted to remember his face.

Am I dying? You wondered silently.

"No, no, no! Y/N! Y/N you gotta stay awake, alright? Just a little longer!" Smoke shook you slightly, but you were so tired...

The last thing you remembered hearing was Smoke screaming at the top of his lungs for Doc. Then it was just darkness.

A cold, lonely darkness...

***

"Hey."

The soft voice reached your ears as your eyes cracked open. You felt tired, so you didn't bother moving, only allowing your eyes to crack open a little more to see who was speaking.

Smoke's worried face greeted you, the Brit's face cracking out in a smile when he realized you were looking at him. "How do you feel?"

"Aw, Jamie," you murmured softly, attempting to smile back at him, "so cliche."

The Brit chuckled softly.

Your brows furrowed as your eyelids drooped again. "I'm having trouble hearing you," you murmured in a tired voice, shifting your head where it lay on the pillow in order to better see Smoke without having to crane your neck. "Just hearing the damned ringing."

"Ha. Yeah, Doc said that the blast... Might have damaged your hearing." Smoke answered, voice sombre now. "Why'd you do that? Jump in front of him? He could've killed you."

"Supposed to say thank you."

Smoke snorted, a smile spreading over his lips in spite of the situation. "You didn't answer my question."

You took a deep breath, wincing slightly at the lance of pain it sent through your abdomen and side. "What happened?"

"Debris from the blast. Shaft of wood penetrated just beneath your body armor. You broke some ribs too." Smoke answered quietly, voice saddened. "Doc says you're lucky to be alive."

Silence fell for a few moments as you struggled to keep your eyes open, sighing softly again. "I did it because I loved you... I didn't want you hurt..." You murmured, eyes half-shut again as you fought the drugs no doubt mixed into your IV.

A rustling sound came from your right as you tiredly turned your head to see, Smoke appearing at your side now. You looked up into the worried green eyes as gentle fingers tilted your chin upwards, the Brit leaning down to seal your lips with his own in a gentle kiss. Your eyes shut now as you turned your face towards him to return the gesture, the softness of his lips against your own sending a thrill through your body as you parted your lips. Smoke took the invitation to slip his tongue between them.

It was bliss. Pure bliss. It was what you'd wanted for so long, and now it was really happening.

Smoke pulled away from you, his forehead against yours as he stayed like that for several moments, eyes shut as you both relished the closeness.

"I can't lose you." Smoke finally spoke up, voice soft as his knuckles brushed against your cheek, brushing away a strand of hair. "Promise me you won't do that again."

Your heart swelled hopefully at his words as your eyes shut again, a small smile on your lips. "No promises." You answered softly. If Smoke was in danger and you could prevent him from being hurt, you would do whatever it took to do so.

Smoke's lips pressed against your forehead in a brief kiss.

"I love you," he whispered as you drifted off to sleep again. "I've always loved you."