#deac

“Good morning, trouble,” David said to you once you made it downstairs after you woke up from your post-shift nap. “How was your shift last night?” 

You glared at him and looked at your watch. “Considering it’s 2 p.m.?”

He laughed and handed you a bowl of cereal. 

“Rough shift?” 

“It was a blast – shootings, stabbings, and STEMIs, oh my!”  Your roommate laughed at you and shook his head. 

“Lay person language – please.” 

“Heart attacks, Deac. We had two shootings, an unrelated stabbing, and then a woman having a heart attack.” 

He held his hands up in surrender. “I just asked!” He took a sip of his coffee, “You and your shit ass calls.”

“You know I trained my ass off to take care of the sickest of the sick. I love getting the ability to do that when it comes around. The same as you cops and your adrenaline rushes. What are you doing home anyways?” 

“I’m off today, decided to take it and be lazy.” 

You looked suspiciously at your roommate. It was unlike him to just take a lazy day. He didn’t do that. But, you dismissed it. You met Deacon in school. He was in his BLET program while you were in paramedic school. Your classes trained together several times and you two simply became close. There was never a specific rhyme or reason other than your spirits meshed well together. You two began hanging out while in school grew extremely close. You started working in the same county which meant you ran a lot of calls together. You were broken hearted when Deacon left to go to a SWAT academy and advance his career with special training, but when he returned, the two of you picked up right where you left off as if there had been no hiatus. After several failed relationships on both of your parts, the two of you decided to move in together. The relationship between the two of you had been platonic, however, you couldn’t help but notice that things had recently become rather flirtatious between you two. 

“What are your plans for today?” Deacon asked you, looking over the rim of his coffee cup. 

“I hadn’t necessarily made any.” 

“Hang out with me?”  “And what makes you so special that I would spend my empty day with you?” You teased. 

You took a bite of your cereal and Deacon feigned a hurt look. 

“You know you’ve missed me these past few weeks that we’ve barely seen each other.” 

You paused and thought about it. He wasn’t wrong. Your time together lacked in quantity, but it had made up in quality. You would catch Deacon eyeing you in passing and even more noticeable was when you ran calls together. He was always more than willing to help you out with your patients and you always found him close to you in the back of the ambulance. Granted, some calls didn’t allow for personal space for anyone involved – personnel or patient, but the vibe with your roommate was… different. 

He began walking around your house together in a towel after showers as opposed to the shorts and shirt he used to put on. He would playfully tickle you or grace his fingers across your arms or waist. He would snapchat you pictures of him in his uniform while on duty and you couldn’t deny that he looked delectable. He knew it. You knew it. He knew that you knew it. So you began returning the favors in returned pictures in your own uniform – occasionally in your undershirt with the best angle of your cleavage. 

You couldn’t remember when you two began spiraling into the friends with benefits status that was inevitable. The only thing? You hadn’t gotten the benefits yet. It didn’t take long to convince yourself that spending your day off with Deacon may not be a bad idea after all. 

“Fine, but only if I get to pick the movie we watch.”

Deacon winked and pointed a finger at you, “Promise it will be a scary movie so you’ll snuggle up to me, bury your face in my neck, and pretend you’re scared?” 

You raised both eyebrows at Deacon. He was being rather forward today. Not that you minded. 

As you snuggled up onto the couch with him, you caught a hint of bourbon on his breath. 

“What’s got you so suddenly brave today?” You asked him, poking his bottom lip with your finger, hinting that you smelled the alcohol on his breath. 

“Man can’t enjoy a drink on his day off?” 

You felt him snake his fingers up underneath the hem of your t-shirt. He squeezed your hip. 

You mimicked his behavior and teased his lower abdominal muscles with your fingertips underneath of his shirt. His moan at your touch was not lost on you. 

“Mmm,” you hummed, “Have I struck a nerve?” 

“Not yet,” he teased, “Gotta keep going to find it.” 

His voice was nearly an octave deeper as he watched you watch your hand disappear underneath of his shirt. 

You didn’t stop until you reached his pec. You teased his nipple with your fingertips and giggled when you noticed his breath hitch. 

“What’s so funny?” He asked sensually. 

“Such a big… strong… man, so easily unraveled with just…” you softly trailed your hand from one side of his chest to the other, “one… simple… touch.” 

He inhaled sharply. “Not just any touch.” 

“Yeah?” you asked, genuinely curious. 

“Yeah…” 

He suddenly wrapped his hand around your throat, applying just the right amount of pressure, pushing you back on the couch as he climbed on top of you. He lowered his face to yours and you were slightly disappointed when he didn’t immediately kiss you. 

He spoke as he exhaled, his lips meeting yours as soon as the last word left his mouth –