#four fluff

Four’s head rests against yours and he lets his eyes flutter shut to bask in this moment before the chaos. He feels you bring his arm up but he doesn’t open his eyes. Its only when he feels a sudden sharp sensation in his bicep does Tobias open his eyes.

You couldn’t help it. He looks like a meal all the time, and you barely had any time to dig in. Was it really so bad for someone to want to appreciate their boyfriend? And damn was he worthy of appreciation- with his small gasp and the bulge of his veins and the way his hand laced in your automatically, you were practically drooling on your poor boyfriend.

“Y/n…” Four drawls, catching your gaze as he nudges your back to the bed. He knots your hands in his left hand while his right hand rests against your stomach. Your sly smile and dark hooded eyes urge Four to slot his knew between your thighs.

“Don’t make me beg,” you rasp, seeing the amusement blazing in Four’s eyes.

Four tilts his head in a way to suggest he’s comsidering making you beg. “You did assult me…” he says aloud.

Laughter bubbles out of your throat before you can stop it. “I was just appreciative of your… figure.”

Billy normally isn’t one for one night stands. He just doesn’t do them, for various reasons. The main reason being his job, having to keep his identity a secret, trying his best to not leave a trace of his existence makes it hard. One always told him, he should live a little, to “get some every once in a while”.

But he only did it once.

It was after a successful mission in the city that never sleeps, the whole group decided to go out and celebrate with a few drinks.

A few rounds in the only ones still at the table were Four and Seven. Two and Three couldn’t keep their hands to off each other and excused themselves before either going to the bathroom or leaving the bar completely. One and Five, as far as he knew only went to the bar to get another round, but were gone for at least ten minutes now.

Looking around the dimly lit local, trying to spot his friends his eyes stopped on a girl standing at the counter, looking around as well, probably searching for her friends, or her boyfriend, who knows.

But when your eyes met his bright green ones, your search got forgotten pretty quickly. You noticed his wouldn’t leave you either, so you raised your drink in a ‘cheers’ manner with a wink.

Billy took it as a sign and quickly stood up, “I’m going to get us the drinks, looks like One and Five are not coming back any time soon!” He told Seven - actually Blaine, but well old habits die hard - before leaving towards the bar.

Luckily for both of you he got a spot right next to you, politely asking if the stool next to yours was free. And even though it was not - you were here with a guy from your boring nine-to-five job who you, after rejecting him about four times, decided to give a chance and let him take you on a date -  you gladly offered him to take a seat.

“So… do you come here often?”, Billy asked, a cheeky smile gracing his lips. He wasn’t expecting an answer and even if he was hoping for one, it for sure wasn’t you bursting into laughter. And it genuinely was the best thing he’s heard in a long time.

“Did you seriously try to chat me up with that line?”, now that you started laughing you couldn’t stop. Maybe it was because of the ridiculous flirting attempt, or the alcohol was slowly showing his effect.

Embarrassment taking over Billy turned beet red, trying to form a sentence that at least made some sense when you interrupted him. “You’re cute, blondie. And to answer your question, I do come here quite often.”

After your response the grin returned to his plump pink lips, “What can I get a pretty lady like you?”

You started giggling again, “You seriously need to step up your flirting game! But I’d like another Cosmo please.” He called over the bar keeper to order your drinks when you put your hand on his that was set on the bar, “I’m (y/n) by the way.”

“Four, pleasure to meet you”, he smiled, sliding a twenty over to the barkeeper to pay for the drinks he just ordered.

“Four? That’s quite the interesting name… but nice to meet you too”, a slight blush covering your cheeks, “what brings you here?”

“Just, uh, drinks after work I guess? I’m here with some of my colleagues, you?”

“Well, I was here on a date-” “A date? Oh fuck I’m sorry! I should- I’m- let’s just forget I was here okay?” “-Christ Four, it’s alright! He left me for some highschool friend of his to catch up. I’m actually glad you’re here”, he wasn’t a hundred percent sure you were telling the truth but when he saw the small, only slightly sad, smile on your lips, he had no other choice but believe you. It’s not like you’ve been dying to go on this date with Greg, but getting left at the bar isn’t a nice feeling.

“Are you su-”, Billy began before you interrupted him. “Positive, please stay. Keep me company, but only if you want to.”

“Of course I want to, my co-workers left too, well most of them did, except for Seven, but he’ll be fine”, the blonde reassured you with a soft smile.

The two of you continued talking about unnecessary stuff for another hour, the drinks flowing until you were both far more than tipsy.

“How- how about I take you home? Alright? It seems like you had enough now”, Billy stated, helping you on your feet, “where do you live, darling?” God he could call you darling in that accent all fucking day and you wouldn’t get tired of it.

“Just two blocks down”, you smiled lazily at the handsome guy you’ve spent a good part of the evening talking to. ”Okay, love, guide me.”

You were in front of your flat in no time, and sad that he was probably going to leave now and you’re never going to see him again. Alone the thought of that sobered you up a little, “Do you wanna come in for a coffee? Or just some water? You know to sober up a bit? Prevent the hangover?”, suddenly insecure you fumbled with your keys before unlocking the door to your small flat.

“Yeah I’d love to!”, his reply far too quick to not be awkward, but the big smile on your face made the internal embarrassment totally worth it. “Great! Come in then!”

With an equally as big and dorky smile he entered after you, the door falling shut behind him. “Hi, baby I’m back! Yes, I missed you too”, you cooed at something in the living room. Billy’s first thought immediately went to ‘Oh my she’s got a child!’ But he got proven wrong when you returned to the hall with a black cat curled up in your arms. “Four, this is Roger, my baby”, an adorable giggle fell from your lips as the furry creature licked your fingers.

Jumping into Billy’s arms Roger cuddled against his muscular chest, his long fingers quickly finding their way into his fur. God those fingers and what they could do to you, by this time your imagination was already running wild. All night had you fantasised about it, and what was under all this unnecessary clothing.

Billy continued to pet the cat for another five minutes before Roger decided she had enough and left for the living room, leaving the the two of you alone in the hall again. Yeah, no this isn’t going anywhere he thought. “I-I.. (y/n)? Did you only invite me in for coffee?”, hand nervously rubbing his neck, she wasn’t the only one fantasising all night. His mind went elsewhere everytime the straw of whatever drink she was having passed her lips, or when she was looking up at him with those pretty doe eyes.

His question clearly caught you off guard, suddenly a blushing mess you didn’t verbally reply, only shook your head. “Use your words, Darling. Tell me, why did you want me to come up with you?”, his calloused hand cupped your jaw, forcing you to look him straight into his bright green eyes, eyes to get lost in.

“I- No”, you admitted, the blush turning an even deeper shade of red, “I want you, probably just as much as you want me.”

And boy was she right,

If anyone entered your flat right now, they would think someone broke in and tried to rob you. In your rush you had accidentally knocked over the lamp in the living room and of course clothes all over the place. Billy’s shirt even landed on poor little Roger.

In the room next door Four just rolled off of you, still in that post-sex-bliss after not having any action in months he curled his arm around your waist, pulling you close. “Christ that was amazing”, Billy groaned placing a soft kiss on your temple.

“I’m glad I was able to please”, you giggled kissing along his sternum. “So… Four, don’t tell me that’s your real name.”

“No, it’s not”, he chuckled caressing your back, “but I’m not allowed to tell anybody, don’t want to upset my boss.”

“Oh and why’s that?”

“Well, if I tell you he might kill you, because we’re supposed to keep it on the low, and not interact with people, even if it’s pretty girls like you”, his hands finding their way into your hair, somehow he can’t keep his hands off you.

“You’re scaring me, just a tiny little bit… But what if I promise not to tell anybody? Will you tell me who I owe the best and most intense orgasm to?” Bringing back the puppy look he couldn’t help but give in.

“It’s Billy.”

“Billy? That’s adorable”, you giggled bringing your lips to meet his in a short but sweet kiss.

“Baby, I think we both know that I am far from adorable… I think I made that very clear not even an hour ago.”

“Touché.”

There was a quiet moment between the two of you, but far from uncomfortable. You were just enjoying each others company and the closeness, as well as the heat radiating from your nude bodies. But one question still needed to be asked.

“Will I ever see you again?”, your voice small and insecure, almost inaudible.

He question hung in the air, tension replacing the soft light mood. “You- I, I totally understand if this is the last we see of each other. I imagine your job, or whatever you’re doing, doesn’t allow you to be with someone given how hesitant you were at first… In that case I want to thank you for tonight, and I doubt I will find someone like you ever again. Boy you are driving me wild and I only know you for a few hours!”, you were rambling now, putting some distance between you by sitting up.

Billy didn’t like that, he quickly followed pulling you in his lap again. “Baby, you had me wrapped around your finger the second I saw you. I really, REALLY enjoyed our time together, and god what would I do to stay with you, but I’m dead, love. Everyone I knew before I started with this madness thinks I’ve died, I technically don’t exist anymore! I really want to see you again, but I won’t be staying here long enough. I can promise you one thing though, whenever I’m back here, every single time, the first thing I’ll do when I’m done is come and visit you, okay?”

Tears were blurring your vision, not wanting to let go, you kissed him with as much emotion as you could nodding. “Don’t break that promise, please. You’re so much more than just a one time thing. You made me crazy for you I just can’t let this be our last time.”

“I’m not letting that happen, I swear as long as I’m alive I will return to you, if you wait for me.”

“I promise, I’ll wait for you”, voice airy, sealing the vow with another kiss. “Let’s go to sleep , love. We’ll figure something out tomorrow”, Billy whispered, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Answering with a nod you settled back in the mattress, snuggling up to him just like Roger did earlier.

Sleep took over the both of you quicker than you’d liked.

Billy held you close the whole night, keeping you safe and warm. Yet you woke up with the left side of the bed cold, his body replaced with a pillow and Roger softly purring next to you.

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Waking up you remembered the previous night crystal clear. The way he made you feel, the way his lips felt in you, the way he held you.

It felt like a dream.

'It was a dream, for sure', you thought, quickly trying to get back to sleep in the hope of landing right back where you were. Back in Billy's arms.

But you knew that it wasn’t a dream, just the fact that all his sweet words from just a few hours ago were lies - “We’ll figure something out tomorrow”, my ass - was crushing you. Never has anybody made you feel like he had, but at the same time never has someone leaving hurt this much.

Tears silently slid down your cheeks. ‘You fucking dumbass, you don’t get attached to one night stands!’ Burying yourself deeper into the pillows, you allowed the tears to just flow, occasionally letting out a choked sob.

What you didn’t catch in your whole self pitying, sad state, was the shower running in the bathroom and turning off.

“Hey… (y/n), what’s wrong? Why are you crying, love?”, his deep voice and british accent completely throwing you off.

“Billy? I thought you left?!”, you cried, sitting up now looking him straight into his emerald eyes. “Ohh baby! I wouldn’t leave you, I promised you that!”

In no time he was next to you on the bed, holding you close once again, running his big hands up and down your back in a comforting manner. “I have to leave today though, but like I said yesterday, as soon as I’m back in New York I’m coming for you”, he grinned, kissing all over your face, starting with a soft kiss on your forehead, down to the tip of your nose, your cheeks and finally a passionate kiss to your lips.

“Okay, I believe you Billy”, you sniffled, wiping away the still spilling tears.

“Did you really cry because you thought i left?”, the blonde chuckled once you’d calmed down.

“Pfff.. no? It’s, uhm, allergies? Yes cat allergy, really bad..” pouting your hands slid up his chest into his hair, trying to distract him from the fact that he was right.

Billy’s lips connected with you neck once again, “You have Cat allergies but own sweet little Roger here?” His voice laced with amusement, causing you to giggle as well.

“Well… let’s not talk about this anymore okay?”, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, “What do you think about breakfast before you leave?”

Answering with an enthusiastic nod, the two of you quickly got dressed but not without the occasional distracting kiss.

You were dancing with this tough, scarred man in your little kitchen, making pancakes, wishing you could do this every day for the rest of your life. But it was only a wish. During breakfast he got a message from One, telling him to come god knows where because they were leaving in half an hour.

“I don’t want you to leave”, you whined, following him to the front door of your apartment.

“Believe me baby, I don’t want to leave either, but duty calls. I’ll be back as soon as possible, I promise”, with one last kiss to your lips, and an affectionate scratch behind Rogers ear, he left.

As soon as Billy left, the tears started to spill again.

It took him exactly three months to get back to you.

Three months of spending weekends alone at home, with Roger, a (sometimes) good movie and your favourite wine. During the week your job took up most of your time, you even volunteered to do extra hours to get ahead of stuff. But nothing was ever distracting enough to get Billy off your mind for more than a few hours.

But one night, on a wednesday in the middle of December there was a knock on your door. It’s not something peculiar per se, but you weren’t really expecting anyone which is why it threw you off.

“Coming!”, you shouted on your way towards the door, trying to fix your appearance to at least look somewhat decent in your short pink pyjama pants and jurassic park shirt.

The banging didn’t stop though, getting more and more impatient. “I’m coming! Just a second!”

When you finally made it to the front door you threw it open, slightly irritated what someone could possibly want from you at 11 pm in the middle of the week.

Your whole anger disappeared when you saw who it was.

“Oh my- Billy! What happened?!”, you gasped, immediately pulling him in, “Fucking hell, how? Okay know what, you, sit down I’ll go get the first aid kit!”

In no time you were back with him in in the kitchen. Totally ignoring your order he was leaning against the counter, holding his side. Taking a closer look at him you noticed there was not only blood running down his face from the huge gash in his forehead, but also blood soaking his shirt.

“What a warm welcome that was”, he groaned.

“Hi, yes baby good to have you back. Now take off your shirt.”

“Oh someone’s eager”, trying to mask his painful expression with a grin he tried to take off his shirt, but failing due to not being able to fully lift his arms.

“Billy, uhm, is it okay if I cut it open? I need to take a look at this…” The blonde nodded in response, allowing you to cut it open with a pair of scissors and take the sticky shirt off.

“Holy shit did you get shot?!”, you cried out, the wound an aggressive red, the blood partially dried around it.

“Grazed”, he hissed. You started to clean off the blood and dirt, applying some of the cream your aunts gave you once - helps for everything apparently - before bandaging the wound. You repeated the procedure with the gash and the scratches on his face. Holding his face in your hands you smiled softly at him, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs.

“I promised you I’d be back.”

“That you did”, standing on your tippy toes you kissed him softly for the first time in three months. God how you missed the feeling of his lips against yours.

After a short silence between the two of you, just appreciating being together again Billy spoke up, “So… since I’m already half naked…”

“No. You and I are having a relaxing rest of the night, movie, pizza, whatever you want, but no sex!”

Pouting he circled his arms around your waist, pulling you close once again, “Can I pick the movie?”

‘God his pout is adorable’, you thought, only nodding in response. “Okay movies and pizza it is…”, Billy chuckled, taking your much smaller hand in his calloused one, leading you into the living room.

“You don’t know how glad I am to be here with you”, the blonde whispered as you got comfortable on the couch.

“Oh I know, Billy… How long are you staying?”

Smiling he kissed your temple, “Don’t know yet, but longer than just for a night… I’d prefer forever though.”

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