Sum: A one shot where Tangerine has to leave for a job and you aren't too happy about that.
Tipsy on wine and drunk on lust you had fallen asleep late last night. Tangerine had done the same. The cool night had your man pressed to your chest, still smelling of sex and smiling from love.
It would take a truly cruel man to ruin this moment. So it shouldnāt be surprising that Lemon would be that man. His ring tone really was the only thing that would get Tangerine off the bed and sitting up at this hour anyway.
āWhat? Yeah, I know itās you, what do you want, Mate?ā Tangerine asks, sitting off the side of the bed. His back towards you.
In the low light of the bedroom Tangerineās back was never ending. Without thinking you reach out and gently touch just above the small of his back. He barely acknowledged it; other than the tiny jolt his body gives at your handās initial touch.
āOf course weāre going today. Fuck, you really call me at-.ā Thereās a slight movement as Tangerine squints at his phone screen. āFour in the morning to ask me this?ā
Itās hard, almost impossible, to roll your body over in bed. Pressing your face against his back and giving him a kiss. Your arms wrapping around his center in an embrace that he leans slightly back into. His free hand resting on your arms clasp tightly around his waist.
āWe have hours before we need to be there, Lemon. The hell are you even awake for?ā
More kisses are given to his back. Along with little nips that demand his attention.
āAre you shitting me?ā Tangerine whisper yells, ripping himself out of your arms to start walking around the bedroom. āFucking AM, fucking PM, give me a minuet.ā
The aggressive slamming hanging up of Tangerineās call is amplified in the quiet bedroom. Along with the rapid slamming of drawers and the gun safe Tangerine is currently digging through.
Half-awake and even less alive you manage to mumble out a āWhat?ā before your face falls into the mattress.
āIām so sorry, Darling,ā He says, jumping up to pull his pants into position. āI got my departure time wrong and, yep, fucking late.ā
Heās leaving. That wakes you up.
āLate? Youāre already leaving?ā You ask, already knowing the answer.
Even in the dark you could see the pause this gave Tangerine. He doesnāt stop moving but he does slow down. Finishing with his tie but taking a moment to come closer and kneel in front of you.
āIām sorry, I am so sorry, Love.ā He whispers. āIt will be less then a week. Then I will take a break for just as long. For two weeks, a fucking month.ā
Just like with his back you reach out and gently touch his dangling tie. Running the fabric through your fingers while he talks. Something to focus on other than your own disappointment or Tangerineās sad eyes.
āDo you even need to go this time? Canāt Lemon do it himself? I mean, we really donāt even need the money.ā You say, now holding his tie in almost a grip.
āFirst of all; Lemon isnāt going or doing shit without mean. And I personally like living in a penthouse with my bird dressed in pearls and rubies.ā Tangerine retorts. Covering your tie holding hand with his own. āItās gonna be two months, baby. And itās gonna be the best two months of your fucking life.ā
It doesnāt matter what you say or do now. Tangerine is leaving.
āAnd I get more pearls?ā You ask, as if that were the only reason you were with Tangerine.
āIāll find you a pearl the size of your head?ā he promises, giving your hand a kiss on the knuckles.
āOkay, watch out for Lemon.ā You say, immediately followed by a kiss from Tangerine.
Itās a hard and deep kiss the presses you back into the bed. The hold on his tie and an arm around his neck kept him close. When he releases your lips you simply hold him in a hug. Letting go of his tie and simply holding him tightly.
āIām sorryā¦ā Tangerine says, moving your arms from where they hold him.
āI know,ā You give one smaller kiss before he leaves your embrace completely. āBe safe, watch out for Lemon.ā
Tangerine smiles, grabbing his coat from the counter. āAlways do. I love you, but I got a train to catch.ā
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Song: 0800 HEAVEN | Nathan Dawe, Joel Corry, Ella Henderson (listen, I know the vibes don't fit but the lyrics inspired me to write this aha)
Short summary: Bullet Train happens and everything goes down as it does in the film. Reader is trying to process that Tangerine won't come home again.
Warnings: Canon typical swearing, angst, (light) past trauma mention
notes: thank you @nocturnest for jumping on this to fix my broken English and being a wonderful beta!! what an intro but uh [coughs] i'm already excited to write more for this fandom (bits in which Tangie is very much alive ehehe) anywaayyy, hope you guys like this!! - š„
It's not been the⦠easiest time - it has to be said.
Since that phone call from Lemon, you've been struggling with sleep. It doesn't show in your work, of course. Keeping up appearances has always come to you rather naturally. Some of it being from your repressed trauma, that even years of therapy barely scratched the surface of, but also because of your line of work too. It doesn't sit well to be an emotional wreck after every kill you're paid to do.
The call was from a number you didn't recognise. The passing sound of traffic suggested it's from a payphone as Lemon sighed heavily down the line.
"You lost your phone? On a train?" You answered the call lightheartedly and you recognized his sigh immediately, you hoped it was just a release of pent up tension over a job well finished. Although, the fact that Lemon was the one to call, put you on edge, hoping it's not coming through your pretend jolliness.
"He's gone." His statement was simple and sudden. The tone, stone cold, as his voice was raspy, possibly from crying.
"Who's gone, Lemon?"
Your throat ran dry as you swallowed around a lump. Your chest quickly tightened as you tried to piece together what he could have meant. You couldn't- no, didn't want to think about the most likely possibility.
"Tan-" He took a pause, cleared his throat before continuing. "Tangerine, was shot in the neck, he is gone."
It's not like you guys were dating, no, it wasn't anything like that. Neither of you had the emotional capacity for that. What, with your jobs requiring you to spend weeks, months away from each other at a time, sometimes in different countries, opposite sides of the world. But he was the first person, in a long while, that you genuinely cared for.
~~~
You turn to your bedside table, glance at the alarm clock there. Its digital display shines in orange numbers, 01:54.
It's a month, today.
You suddenly have a stupid idea. What would happen if you called his number? Last time you checked it was still live, it'd probably just take you to voicemail. Weirdly, your therapist at your last session suggested writing letters to him, in your bereavement. Bereavement. Such a weird word. You're not even sure that's what this is. But maybe leaving a voicemail would be an equivalent. Maybe he can listen to his voicemails, wherever he is. You scoff at the fleeting thought but reach for your phone anyway.
Tangie is still in your recent calls. You tap the saved contact and wait for it to ring.
You're not expecting anyone to answer, of course not. Your grief hasn't driven you completely nuts. But as the phone rings, you can't help but think about getting to talk to him, just once more. By some divine intervention, you'd be connected through to him, in the afterlife and you could tell him everything you couldn't the last time you spoke.
"-after the beep BEEP"
"Hi Tangie," You scoff in embarrassment, not really sure why you're doing this anymore. "I uh,"
You sigh heavily, all too aware of the silence the machine is expecting you to fill. You sniffle as you start to speak again.
"I know you won't hear this. That⦠Isn't really the point." You draw a shaky breath. "I know who did it though. Well, knew. Lemon and I took him out last week. What kind of an assassin's name is Ladybug anyway?" You snicker. Can't avoid the tightness in your chest though.
"I just⦠I dunno. Apparently I should be writing letters to you, as if I could send them off with a pigeon and they'd get to wherever the fuck you are. So, this is the next best thing. If this was anyone else, you'd tell me to fuck off and to suck it up. We always were on the same wavelength, when it came to feelings." Your chest deflates with a long exhale as you realise you need to stop dancing around whatever it is you're trying to say here.
"I guess I just wanted to tell you I really fucking miss you." You sniffle again, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. "I miss your stupid grin, your teasing, your annoyingly cocky attitude, your⦠The way you looked at me."
"I wish you were here right now so I could tell you I love you. I wish I didn't, I really goddamn wish I didn't care for you so much but I fucking love you. And I hate that I can't see your face as I told you, for the first time. Please call me back."
You bury your face in your pillow and you howl into it, sobs shaking your body as the voicemail recording is saved and you continue to wallow in your bereavement. You're supposed to be feeling better. You need to stop paying your therapist.
Sum: Tangerine isn't supposed to be doing anything too dangerous while he's recovering. The same isn't said for you.
AN: I'm sorry to who requested this that it took a minute. Work hit me with OT so I wrote this on my phone during breaks. Please excuse the grammar.
Saturday night at the mall is a busy place. Itās a big building, an easy place to get lost in or to lose someone in. Barely an hour in the building and already three different announcements were made for kids to meet their families at the front.
Tangerine was about to the be the next one.
āStupid, mustached, sexy idiotā¦ā You muttered while sliding through the contacts. Looking over the banister as if Tangerine will be one floor down, staring right up at you and waving. āBetter answer.ā
Itās only been three weeks since Tangerine was carried to your door. Covered in blood, a hole in his throat sew together by a back-alley doctor and breathing just enough to prove that he wasnāt dead. Lemon looked exhausted, but he was the only one in control during this time. Good thing, too. Otherwise the neighbors would have heard your screams at seeing Tangerine like this.
The first week was spent with Tangerine in bed. You and Lemon took shifts sitting by his side. To make sure that the wound was clean, but also to be sure that the idiot didnāt try to get up before he was at least a bit better.
A few rings and your call goes to voice mail. Of course Tangerine wouldnāt answer, this was likely his plan all along. Go out somewhere and then sneak away the moment you let go of his hand. Heās being trying to do this since you let him get up from bed: whether it was to visit the gym, pick up some food or even just take a piss you were making sure he wasnāt doing something else.
āWeāre taking that two-month vacation, Babe. Whether you like it or not.ā You had told him one night when he wanted to step out for a smoke. He had smiled when you said that. Which was probably when you should have known he was already planning something.
Next option was Lemon. Quickly scrolling your contacts until the little fruit emoji showed.
One ring and he picked up; āWhatās up?ā
āWhereās Tangerine?ā You ask, still scanning over the people from the second-floor banister.
āWell, hello to you too, Love. I donāt get a greeting or nothing?ā Lemon says with a fake voice of sorrow. He is definitely part of Tangerineās plan.
āLemon, pleaseā¦ā
āHeās alright, I swear. Heās just doing some shopping.ā
Shopping, at least he wasnāt lying about needing to stop by the mall. Just trying to find him would be the real bear.
āYou know where he is, then? Is he safe?ā You were starting to sound like a concerned mother more than a girlfriend right now. āDamn it, Lemon, I just got him back.ā
Lemon, always the big brother, is quick to change his voice. āHey, hey. Itās gonna be okay. Iām worried just like you, ākay? But heās not going anywhere and Iām making sure of it this time.ā
āYouāre watching him right now, arenāt you?ā You ask.
āācourse I am.ā He says although he claimed to have had a date today and couldnāt come. āIām not letting that prick out of my sight either. And I hope you like pearls ācause heās spending our last two jobs on them.ā
Usually you would have laughed at that comment. But slight pressure of a person stepping into your space made you silent. It wasnāt Tangerine who was suddenly so close you could be spooning. Even if you didnāt have this conversation with Lemon you couldnāt pretend Tangerine was right behind you.
Tangerine was a firm presence with a cool, sometimes cold, feeling in his hands. It made goosebumps on your arms when he touches you. It excites when he finally talks after placing a kiss on your head. This person wasnāt Tangerine, but they certainly were a threat.
Especially when they leaned into your ear and whispered; āIf you donāt want him to have another hole in his neck. Youāll hang up.ā
āI wouldnāt mind moving him towards something else if you-.ā Lemon was interrupted by the practical slamming of your phone. Silencing the only contact to your man or your friend you hand.
āGood girl,ā The stranger seemingly coos. Sliding their hand into yours like a lover. āVery good girl. Now come along.ā
The stranger was a woman. A non-descript white woman who would fit in with the countless other college students meandering around. Perhaps just a few years older and with quit a bit more confidence. She pulls your hand close, forcing you into her side where she puts an arm around you. Your phone now hers as she slides it into her coat like itās no big deal.
āSorry youāre part of this,ā She says, voice low next to your head. āBut a debtsā gotta be paid and youāre the only money Tangerineās got.ā
Itās pointless to ask but you do so anyway; āWho are you?ā
He smiles like you are just oh-so-cute. āIām your new best friend, Baby. Letās go for a ride.ā
The mall was still busy and seemed to be only made worse by the situation. This woman held you too close to try and slip away from. If sheās anything like the people Tangerine and Lemon usually deal with there would be no point in trying anyway. Best case scenario you would make some distance. Worst case and Tangerine is dead, along with several bystanders who have no way of knowing what is going on.
On the escalator a family denim jacket and tie peaks out from the crowd on the lower floor. Although he was a big man Lemon was pretty good at blending in with the crowd. Especially when he just stand next to a protein shack or some other gym bros and not look a bit out of place.
He make eye-contact and only needs a light shake of your head to understand. His own phone out and talking into with a smile. Totally not talking to Tangerine or anything, and certainly not walking in your same direction for any particular reason.
Into the parking garage and This woman is walking faster. She doesnāt give off any other impression than someone wanting to get their girl home real fast. The only hitch in the camouflage was the Cobalt taking a sharp turn right in front of you. Trunk ready to be opened.
Fear and logic two warriors fighting in your head. On one hand the fear makes you think of the trunk. A second location means nothing but death. If you donāt go in then Tangerine is gone. Lemon will have to live through his brotherās death again or killed himself.
On the other hand logic tells you to scream. Shove This woman hard as you can and starting running just as strong. Normal circumstance says that they wonāt bother chasing if you run into a populated area screaming. Itās usually not worth the risk. Usually.
You donāt have time to think about which warrior you want to win. Metal is already hitting your knees and gravity takes you forward. Face first into the dark trunk that is quickly slammed shut behind you. Nothing to look for and nothing to find but the rough ground and harsh sides you could never hope to punch through.
āLemon! LEMON!ā You immediately start screaming, open hands slamming on the trunk roof. āGet Tangerine! Get Tangerine!ā
Your man was still injured; he had left the apartment today with a pretty white bandage around his throat. You were gently when placing it on. Giving him a soft kiss when you were done. Smiling when he chuckled at the gesture. Demanding one onto his mouth as well.
The car takes a sharp right turn and you still almost feel his facial hair during that kiss. Itās almost enough to distract you from being slammed around from all the turning and sharp takes.
āWhere is Tangerine?!ā You scream, sure that they can hear you. āHe better be okay!ā
Although you yelled this like a threat, it wasnāt like you could do anything. These people werenāt like normal thugs and punks on the street. Who would run away at a warning shot into the ground or surprised by a brave victim. These were the kind of people who were after revenge against Tangerine.
Based on his past itās not surprising that Tangerine would have enemies like this. What little you knew about his work usually meant there were always hurt parties left behind. Widows and orphans made from a single job that neither Tangerine nor Lemon cared to really remember. It was just another workday for them.
A few more turns and then itās a straight shot for at least an hour. Long enough that you fell asleep in the warm trunk. Curling close until your knees were as high as they could go while waiting for the car to finally stop.
You donāt wake up when the car stops, only when someone slams a hand on the trunk hood. They donāt open the trunk, but they do keep hitting it. Again and again slamming into the metal that threatened to cave in, although that might just be a dramatic thought. Didnāt make it any less scary though.
Through the metal you can hear the voice of This woman and a male. Neither seeming to care that you might be able to hear through it.
āGoing after wives are never good. Weāre fucked the moment she dies.ā The male says.
āTit-for-tat, Tangerine takeās my boy I take his girl. If he wants to show up and make it worse then heās gone too. Thatās how it works, thatās what makes it fair.ā This woman says, another hard slam to the trunk.
āMurders never- fucking move!ā The man yells just before a massive impact hits the side of the car you are still trapped in.
While you are rocked completely upside down the car is now sideways. Pain and bruises will be covering you in the next few seconds and are going to stay for days to come. Especially when you landed so hard on your side. Only thing youāre able to see is the slightly cracked glass of a taillight peeking out from the trunk carpet.
A concussion is very likely with massive of a headache. Shooting, shouting and profanity make it all worse. Not that you can take a second to lean forward and cradle your head from the pain. Not when your trunk is given light through bullet holes appearing just over your head.
āIāM STILL IN HERE!ā You screamed, as if that was going to make it stop.
When it obviously doesnāt stop you look back to the taillight. Using all your strength to rip the carpet away just enough. Cringing at the pain of broken glass and mental poking and cutting into your arm while reaching out to your elbow. Waving around, grabbing the ground, and tossing whatever you could get your hands on. All the while yelling for someone to remember that you were still there.
āI see you; oh, baby, fuck yes I see you!ā Tangerine, or Tangerineās voice at least, pants just outside the trunk. His strong hand, long finger, grab hold of your so tightly he could have cracked a finger. āStay here. Just wait.ā
Heās gone just as fast as you had found him. Leaving your hand grasping the empty air as stones scrunched under his feet as he ran.
āLemon! Got a crowbar? Or a screw or a fucking bat? Something?ā Tangerine yells.
āHow about the car keys, mate?ā Lemon yells back, jingling in the air.
It was more than a little bit dramatic the way you fell out of the trunk. Tangerine there to catch you before you could have landed on the hard ground. He holds you close enough that no one would be able to separate you again.
At least until Lemon shows up and ruins the moment.
āWho the fuck was that, man?ā He asks, gesturing almost wildly at the two bodies next to the car you had just escaped from.
If there is something Tangerine and Lemon know how to do; itās killing. This woman, who had started it all, was left mangled from the initial impact of Tangerine reaching the scene. She never had a chance when Tangerine knew she was the one who had taken you.
The man looked to have lasted longer. Having hidden behind the car and participating in a shoot out that only lasted a couple seconds, into a few minutes.
Tangerine quickly turns your head from the bodies. Not that he was looking much better, either. His hair was a mess, some splatter had gotten onto his nice white shirt, and his bandage was bleeding again. You reach out to the bandage, covering the growing red with your hand as if you could heal it with your touch alone.
āYou said weād stick together today.ā You said. Almost angry, almost crying.
He cups your face. āIām a fucking mess, Iām sorry. Fuck, love, Iām so sorry.ā
It didnāt really matter how much he apologized. This was part of his life, therefore it made it part of yours. He can make promises and even try to quit but we all know that wasnāt going to happen. Not when the movie was so good, not when Lemon was with him until the end, and especially not when you never asked him to.
āLetās go back to the apartment, please.ā You asked, staring straight to tangerine to avoid looking at your kidnapper and what was left of her.
Lemon drove while Tangerine sat shot gun. No one talked, not until you moved Tangerineās coat and felt the box inside. Black velvet, large enough for a necklace and earrings. Perhaps even a bit more.
āWhatās this?ā You asked, making tangerine jolt a bit from the surprise.
He looks at the box and sighs. Taking it from your hands, popping it open to show exactly what you expected. A row of pearls and earrings, salt-water raised, and silver chain to hold them together. āCompletely forgot I snatched that.ā
āI thought you were doing better?ā Lemon asked, rather accused, Tangerine.
āI am or was. It was an emergency, Lemon. I didnāt have time to get in the queue!ā Tangerine spat, not noticing when you slipped the box back from his hands.
āAll Iām hearing is an excuse, man.ā Lemon retorted.
You looked good in the earrings and necklace. Leaning forward between their seats tog et a better look at them. Only then Tangerine notice when you were close enough he could place a sweet kiss on your cheek.
āYou look lovely,ā He says.
āI better, because you owe me so much more than stolen jewelry.ā You reply. Both as a joke and as a reminder.
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Youāre gonna be taking care of him than he is you. Yeah, heāll take care of the condom and make sure he didnāt go too far, but heās still a newbie when it comes to aftercare. It was downright adorable watching how his face changed when you demanded him come back to bed and get into your arms.
B = Body partĀ (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerās)
He loves his torso, including his arms. He was still a young man when he realized just how much he liked being built. Now, as a grown man, itās easy to notice the effect his build has on you.
He likes your hair. Long, short, or none at all. It may be degrading but running his hand through your hair, over your head, is grounding. Being able to have something to hold, to caress and smell helps him find a reason to come home to.
C = CumĀ (anything to do with cum, basically)
Lemon is probably the only man on Earth who took health class seriously. There is no sex, vaginal or anal, without a condom. He ties it up and takes care of it the way youāre supposed to. More than once explaining to you that, even on birth-control, you need to be careful.
When it comes to oral he likes it when you swallow. Not that heāll complain if you donāt but watching you keeping close as possible as he goes over the edge is the best thing on this world.
D = Dirty secretĀ (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Heās pretty cocky about his sexual abilities. Maybe itās because you exaggerated the first time together, or heās just like that. Either way he knows that heās good, anything less then your toes curling, and moans is considered a failure.
This can make him overexcited to get you cumming at least twice. So much so that you have used the safe word a few time when the overstimulation became too much.
E = ExperienceĀ (how experienced are they? do they know what theyāre doing?)
He got around in high school, letās not pretend otherwise. That really is the extent of his experience. As, when he got older and started doing jobs there wasnāt as much time for hookups or tending to the ladies.
This isnāt to say heās bad, but he is rusty. A few pointers here and there always help. No different from any other relationship.
F = Favorite positionĀ (this goes without saying)
Traditional missionary but with your legs high enough that he holds them with his forearms. Itās the best way to show off his strength and size compared to your own. Itās also the best view to see you jolt with each of his thrusts.
G = GoofyĀ (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Not that goofy or silly during sex. He likes the moments with you and any joke or laugh made is almost purely accidental.
Once you had made a joke about his āThomasā in your ātunnelā and that was enough to make him stop completely. Not due to being offended but just out of shock that you would try and make that connection.
H = HairĀ (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Heās not that particular about his hair. Heās not gonna let it get tangled and gross but heās isnāt super anal about upkeep either. Rather just letting it be until you mention it then heāll do a little trim.
Otherwise he likes having hair. Especially on his chest and stomach.
I = IntimacyĀ (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Heās pretty sweet during the sex. Not the kinda guy who goes out of his way with flowers or candles or anything. But he takes care of you, making his touches firmer rather than rough. A kind of line that only people like Lemond could straddle.
J = Jack offĀ (masturbation headcanon)
He does it quiet a bit. Thereās usually a bathroom or some private area that he can run one out. Tangerine has only walked in on him twice. Both times heās mocked him, asking if he wanted to FaceTime you since he was clearly so desperate.
Although Lemon told Tangerine to go fuck himself he did consider it.
K = KinkĀ (one or more of their kinks)
Heās a big dude, and he loves it: doesnāt matter your own size, heās gonna treat you like a doll. Not giving away that anything about you is heavy or too much to handle. Especially when he can pin you and fuck you down hard.
Itās something primal that makes him want to pin you down. Of course a safe word is in order but you had yet to use it. Making feeble attempts at escaping only makes it more fun for you both.
L = LocationĀ (favorite places to do the do)
Beds, that usually when he gets the chance to have you right. Itās becoming something of association, mainly just after you get into bed and he can simply roll over to you.
M = MotivationĀ (what turns them on, gets them going)
He likes a touch of domestication. After he gets back from a job, when you promise him something good (both food and otherwise) and his clothes are being washed. He kisses you after dinner and itās all over.
Or just doing normal things. Like when you snuggle close after going to bed. Taking his hand while walking and refusing to let go while window shopping. Itās a nice life with you and that makes him want to jump your bones without hesitations.
N = NoĀ (something they wouldnāt do, turn offs)
Threesomes, nope not happening. Whether itās with a woman or another man heās just not into it. Itās not just about the jealousy or absolutely hating the idea of someone else having you. Itās also a safety thing; you donāt know who Lemon might have pissed off. Whose to say you might accidentally bring a vengeful bitch into your bed?
Once you made a joke about Tangerine joining as a tag team. That was the closest Lemon had made to considering it. Only to pump the brakes the moment he considered that Tangerine might make you cum better than he could.
O = OralĀ (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Eight out of ten times Lemon will turn down oral sex. This is not to say he dislikes it but it is to say he prefers his cock in your cunt more. I mean, they both start with a C so they should go together.
Heāll go down on you but thatās more to rush things along than to bring you to orgasm. Easier to slide into a wet hole than just sticking it in like a brute.
P = PaceĀ (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Heās slow, likes taking his time and making you both last for as long as he can. This can result in your begging for him to speed up, and heāll try, but heās a bit distracted by the sounds your thighs make when they slap his own.
That doesnāt mean he super sensual. Heās strong, and he knows it. Enjoying that you canāt get him to move faster when your pinned under his weight. Light prints from his hands holding your forearms to the bed are present for a second afterwords, making sure that he doesnāt leaves marks. Or not too many at least.
Q = QuickieĀ (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Itās honestly his preferred way of going about it. Why all the pomp and circumstance when the end goal could be reached with either moving or getting rid of certain pieces of clothing? He had no problem with lifting you on to a counter or shutting the closet door.
Obviously you have sex that isnāt rushed. Itās just that your schedules are weird and conflicting so a quickie was that much more logical. Especially when Tangerine is waiting in the car and Lemon promised saying goodbye would only take a moment.
R = RiskĀ (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Heās open to an extent. Everything needs to stay away from your work lives, but whatās the harm in a little road head or hand up the skirt at the theater?
S = StaminaĀ (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Lemon is an athlete at heart. Built like a line backer with the strength of a rugby man, you donāt stand a chance. Especially not if youāre the stubborn type and refuse to tap out.
He can usually go for a few rounds before needing a breathing. The max has been three but that was because your hands were barely able to grip the sheets anymore. That being said heās a quick guy when it comes down to his own orgasm. When he gets the green light itās already over for him.
T = ToysĀ (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Only one and itās more so yours then his. Small vibrator that fits close to your clit, a remote coming along with it that Lemon keeps hold of when your together. He uses it like an instrument
.
U = UnfairĀ (how much they like to tease)
Heās not one for teasing, although heās never against being on the receiving end.
Not that heāll admit he likes the tease. But seeing you after awhile and being forced to wait until you were āreadyā¦ā was like waiting for the main course at a five star restaurant. Making little groans at watching you undress, giving a sigh of happiness and voicing his appreciation when he finally gets to touch you.
Yeah, he doesnāt mind waiting one bit.
V = VolumeĀ (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Lemon spends most of sexy time biting his lip. Heās aware that he talks a lot, rambles really, about whatever pops into his head at the time. But the last thing he wants to do is compare you to Percy while your impaled on his cock.
That being said, he groans like a dragon. Deep in his throat and chest that rumbles through your entire body. When a moan and groan does escape his a direct hit straight to your being. Being than any siren could sing.
W = Wild cardĀ (a random headcanon for the character)
While it be too much to say heās a jealous person it would be accurate to say he has jealous tendencies. Not just in the romantic sense either; as Tangerine has told you many times about classmates being pushed out of a chair at lunch because they took Lemonās spot next to Tangerine.
Now, as a grown man, heās not so violent. But he does like having an arm around you, a hand in yours or just appearing at your side when another guy happens to be talking to you.
X = X-rayĀ (letās see whatās going on under those clothes)
Heās a big dude, and has the cock to match.
Although not particularly long you can definitely say heās thicker than most. Enough so that it takes take a second before taking him in. No matter which way youāre taking him.
Y = YearningĀ (how high is their sex drive?)
Sex isnāt really the end all be all for Lemon. Yeah, he loves you, your body and that cute little sound you make when heās all the way in. But just being with you is enough to last him for awhile.
Z = ZzzĀ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Sleep is not on the menu after sex. Lemon is stilled too wired and starts up with the conversation while you still getting cleaned up.
As great as it is to hear his stories itās hard to listen when you cuddling. And heās just so warm against your cheek. Most of the time you go out of it before Lemon has the chance to even yawn.