#griff x reader

Your thoughts came to a halt, though, as the train suddenly swerved and braked harder than normal. Sent off your balance, you didn’t manage to catch yourself in time and tripped to the side and then back, tumbling right into the man’s lap. Gasping sharply while grabbing onto the man’s shoulders by reflex, you stared at him in shock. Only when the train resumed its usual pace did you realize that the man’s sunglasses had fallen off and that he had his arms wrapped around you. One was around your shoulders and stopped you from smacking your head against the side of the train, while the other one was holding on to your waist. In the reclined position you were in, you could only stare at him with wide eyes.

“I — I’m so sorry,” you gasped, trying to sit up but only managing to look silly as you flailed with your arms and legs like a beetle on its back. 

The man’s surly face melted into a grin and then a full on chuckle. Oh… he suddenly looked far less menacing as his brown eyes looked at you with humor. 

“You’re okay, sweetheart. You just made my shitty day far more bearable.” He winked at you as he picked the shades up from your lap and put them into one of the pockets of his jacket. 

Blinking at him in surprise, you felt your face burning at the genuine interest in the man’s eyes. 

“Ah, um, you’re welcome?” 

The man grinned and helped you up, before standing as well. 

“Take my seat.”

“Oh, that’s, um, very nice, but you don’t have to do that.”

He leaned in a little closer with a teasing smile on his lips, which brought the sweet scent of the gum he was chewing with it.

“Why? Wanna fall into my lap again?” 

Was he always so blunt? It wasn’t unwelcome, though. He was clearly confident, but he didn’t make you feel uncomfortable with his flirting. 

“Would you catch me again?” you found yourself replying, playing into his flirty behavior. 

His grin widened before his eyes slid to the station name the train was arriving at and grunted unhappily. 

“Shit, gotta get out here... Can't believe they had me riding a fucking train.” The last part clearly wasn't meant for you, but then he looked back at you and met your gaze with an urgent intensity lying underneath his slow grin. “I’ll be back here for the last train of the day. If you’re interested, meet me here, and you’ll be able to sit on my lap all night long.” 

Shocked once again by his straightforwardness, you were unable to reply immediately and gaped at him with wide eyes. 

Chuckling at your reaction, he moved in even closer, his lips just a hair's breadth away from yours as the train door opened. “Later, sweetheart.”

He was gone and jumping off the train a moment later, leaving you to stare after him as he vanished in the crowd. Sinking into the seat he’d vacated, you found yourself suddenly contemplating actually meeting him back here tonight. 

Chew. Blow. Pop.

Chew. Blow. Pop.

Chew. Blow. Po-

"Would you fucking quit it?!"

You had been sitting waiting for the Doc to show up with your share of the money after the latest job.

You and Griff. He's one of the most insanely irritating guys you had ever worked with, always quick with some antagonistic remark, and he just loved the sound of his own voice.

He turns towards you, slow, head tilting down so he can peer at you over his shades.

"Or what, babe?"

He continues chewing the gum, blowing another ridiculously huge pink bubble which he pops against his teeth with extra drama somehow just to piss you off.

"God Griff, you're so damn annoying! Can't you just sit still for 10 minutes? And I am not your 'babe'."

He grins, chewing noisily as you attempt to shoot daggers at him with your eyes. He's not hard to look at, irritatingly attractive in fact; dark half-buzzed hair, trimmed goatee beard, with dark eyes and tattoos up his arms and on his neck. You couldn't stop yourself wondering where else he might have them.

He snorts. "See somethin' you like darlin'?"

You try not to let him see the way you have to shake yourself out of a stupor from staring at him.

"Yeah, something I'd like to punch." You snap back at him.

He laughs, his hand slapping down on his thick thigh. You're surprised when the sound makes you clench.

"Think you get off on chewing me out baby, I think that fucking pretty mouth of yours needs somethin' else to keep it busy, don't you?"

"C'mere." He crooks his fingers at you like he'd call a dog, laying back on the leather couch and getting comfortable. You curse the way your body is reacting. He looks so fucking good.

You scoff, trying your best to come off as offended. "What? Fuck you." you spit, but it's taking all your self control to stay exactly where you are.

"Oh yeah… you definitely need an attitude adjustment babygirl, and I've got just the perfect fuckin thing for that. Come here. Right fuckin' now."

He orders you, and something deep within you blazes hot at the audacity of him. The self-assured smugness. You can't tell if it's the fire of the job you just finished, anger or desire but you find yourself drawn to him regardless.

"Aw there we go, we're gettin' somewhere now! Just knew you could be a good girl."

You flutter internally at the praise and hope he can't tell you're rapidly losing a battle with your common sense.

"Y'know why I chew gum?" he asks, pulling the shades an inch down his nose, openly looking you up and down.

"S'cos I like having somethin' in my mouth, keeps me calm on a job. See how calm I am right now?" He blows and cracks another bubble. "Get on your knees, sweetheart. "

You can't help yourself, you're being firmly overruled by your now soaking wet pussy and the thought that Griff would be a really good lay. You kneel, your face almost level with his crotch.

"Mm yeah, you like havin' somethin' in your mouth too, huh?" He reaches for his belt, unbuckling it with one hand, the other curling under your chin, guiding you closer as you watch him unzip his jeans, the anticipatory drool almost dripping out the side of your mouth.

"Yeah, you do." Griff smirks when he pulls out his cock and you involuntarily wet your lips as he gives himself a few firm strokes.

"C'mon sweetheart, how 'bout you let me see if you look as good sucking my dick as I've been imagining you do."

You shrug, maybe it would shut him up for a while at the very least.

"Didn't know you felt that way, Griff. Think you can last?"

He winks at you. "Why don't you open up that pretty mouth and we find out?"

Sliding your hands slowly up his denim-clad thighs you wrap one of them around his cock. You're surprised. it's pretty, and thick, and you find you have no qualms about sticking your tongue out and lapping under the head of it. You look up at him through your lashes and he makes a satisfied sound that's all you need to keep going, dragging the flat of your warm tongue all the way along the underside of his cock following the thick vein that pops out from it before taking him into your mouth. He's looking down at you still chewing on that fucking gum as he moans.

"Fuck yes babygirl, fuuuuck… I knew it, just knew that pretty little mouth was made for me." he groans, throwing his head back as you suck. No hope of shutting him up then.

His hands come to your head, stroking your hair and guiding you gently, at first. He grunts as you tease him, swirling your tongue around his tip, sucking just a little and pulling away. If you're doing this you want to make him suffer and he doesn't like that at all.

"You're a minx ain't you, doll? Yeah, dirty little minx…"

He puts more pressure on the back of your head and you've no choice but to take him deeper, jerking off with your hand what you couldn't fit in your mouth, your saliva starting to run down his shaft and drip over his balls.

You moan around his cock, relaxing your throat as much as you can as he pushes you down till your nose is brushing the dark hair at the base.

You hear the loud snap of the bubblegum bursting above you.

"Fuck baby, fuck that's it, yeah yeah… oh shit- goddamn it!"

He's fucking your face now, slow, but still thrusting his hips up, shoving his thick cock down your throat making you gag and your eyes start to water.

"Mm fuck, does that feel better kitten, having me all the way in your smart mouth, keepin' you busy?"

You hear him breathing loud through his nostrils, jolting everytime you bob your head down and his cock hits the back of your throat. When you tease your fingers over his balls, stroking and tugging at them he spits his gum across the room.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Oh m'gonna blow baby, any fuckin' second. You want it? Fff-uck, you want it kitten? Cos I'm gonna fucking give it to you…"

He grunts deep and curses long as you swallow around his pulsing cock and his load hits the back of your throat, his hands holding your head still until he's spilled every drop.

He lets you go and you pull off, licking your lips and wiping your mouth, catching a look at his blissed out expression as he gasps and pants.

You get to your feet.

"Oh, poor baby, you lose your gum? Looks like you need something else to keep your mouth busy now, huh Griff?" You crook your finger at him just as he did as you unzip your pants and as he's emerging from the post-orgasmic haze he twigs what you're saying.

"C'mon and have a taste, I promise it's way better than bubblegum..."

You kick off your shoes and he very enthusiastically helps you tug down your pants and underwear, grabbing you by the hips and throwing you on your back on the couch beside him.

"Well shit, s'that so?" He quirks an eyebrow at you as he removes the stupid shades and throws them aside.

"...and maybe," you purr when he dips down between your spread thighs.

He starts to blow another bubble with the gum in his mouth, but his teeth pop it.

He reaches his car and pops the trunk to toss his duffle inside. Along with his duffle, there is a large cooler inside. Griff opens the lid and glances inside.

He’s running low.

The trunk is closed with a thud, and Griff gets in his car. He feels a little warm, so he cranks up the A/C. Out of habit he looks in the rearview mirror, but only his sleek black sunglasses can be seen. His reflection is invisible.

Vampires don’t have reflections.

He lets the A/C cool off his face for a moment before he begins to drive.

During the heist today, half of his face was covered with a bandana. He wasn’t out in the sun long enough to do any major damage, just enough to give him a slight twinge of a sunburn. If he could see his reflection he would guess his skin was pink.

He drives the familiar path to the blood bank. He goes every few weeks – after about a month blood has an ‘expiration date’ and is no longer usable – so Griff goes to collect the out-of-date blood.

All Griff has to do is smile at the receptionist at the front desk and if they have any blood, it’s his.

He needs a lot today and he hopes they have it. Griff is not above stealing blood, either from the bank or from an actual living person. He’s done it before and he’d do it again if he had to. In his early days in the 1300s - he was violent. He’d tear out a man’s throat for the hell of it, not because he needed to feed.  Griff changed as the centuries rolled by. He took him awhile, but he calmed down the extreme violent tendencies. He does the bank heists now for the hell of it. He doesn’t need the money, he enjoys the thrill of the ride, to see if he can get away with it. He’ll never be caught on camera.

Still everything he does has a streak of violence to it. He’s committed dozens of crimes. He’s fought in several wars. The only job he had that was not violent was he was a teacher for a few years. He taught history, and never cracked open a textbook. He didn’t need to, because he saw these things with his own eyes.

Griff has lost people, but new people come into his life in unexpected ways. He’s befriended the receptionist who’s in love with him. He’s lived long enough to know the signs. But he is a vampire and can hear her heart beat a little faster and can tell her blood gets warm.

When he strides into the blood bank he already has a smile on his face. He enjoys seeing her.  

He spots her at the counter and lowers his sunglasses. He can already tell her blood is heating up.

“Hey sugar,” he flashes a grin and pushes up the sleeves of his leather jacket, “got anything for me today?”

“Is that a new tattoo?” she asks. Griff has to tell her a story about one of his tattoos before he gets any blood. There’s dozens of tattoos she still doesn’t know the story behind. Griff has been getting tattoos for centuries. He gets one every few decades to space them out.

“Which one?” he gives her another grin. He rests his elbow on the counter, and takes off his sunglasses.

Yeah her heart skipped at that. He grins again to himself.

“That one,” she smiles and touches his forearm. Griff is warm for a vampire, but when she touches his skin, it burns. The good kind of burn, not like the burn he has on his forehead and ears currently. He didn’t realize until this moment he might have feelings for her. He could have gone to any blood bank. He could have flirted his way to blood through any girl. And maybe Griff just feels lonely but this girl is sweet. He’s had plenty of women, but he still finds women who surprise him.

“That one? Sweetheart I’ve had that one. Shit I’ve had that one for years. Got it in Rome.” Griff smiles at her, she knows that story well. It’s her favorite tattoo, at least of the ones she’s seen. It’s a skull, with intricate vines wrapped around it. Flowers are blooming out of it’s mouth and eyes.

“I want to go to Rome, actually I just wanna travel anywhere.” she sighs as she stands, “c’mon. It’s back here.”

“I’ll take you with me someday for all your trouble,” Griff follows behind her to the store room.

“Really?” she gasps and turns around.

“Hell yeah. I have a lot of travel miles built up.”

She stands up on her tiptoes and presses a kiss to Griff’s cheek.

“Are you sunburnt or are you blushing Griff?” she blushes herself as she asks.

Before he can answer she’s lead him to where the blood is kept. He collects the blood and gives her a kiss on the cheek in thanks. He doesn’t see her blush but he can hear her blood pumping faster as he leaves.

He stashes the blood in the cooler and drives on home. He can’t get that kiss or her touch out of his mind.

It’s been a long time since that has happened to him. Griff is a lover of women and it doesn’t take much to rev his engine, but sometimes a certain touch gets his blood hot.

There have been about 4 women total who had this effect on him. He knows the heartache that will come with it. Watching them age while he stays the same. But every time it’s been worth it. He married 2 of the 4, and he made them happy. That was all he could want, was their happiness.

Now this girl is number 5.

He thinks about his options the whole way home. He wasn’t planning on staying in Atlanta much longer. He has his money, and he’s stocked up on blood for now.

As soon as he gets in he takes one of the blood packets and makes some coffee. Instead of water, he uses blood. It’s an acquired taste.

He sets his duffle on the floor in his apartment and clicks on the tv while he waits for the coffee to brew.

His apartment is bare. When he stays somewhere short term, he doesn’t decorate. He owns several houses in multiple countries, and those are vastly decorated. He could open a large museum if he wanted to with all the artifacts he’s collected.

The sound from the tv fills the apartment. Griff stands in the kitchen and watches the program as he gets out a mug for his coffee. The mug says “bite me” in large bubble letters. It made Griff laugh so he just had to buy it. He sets down the mug, and gets his bottle of aloe out of the fridge. His sunburn is beginning to sting.

He’s just begun to squeeze some of the gel onto his fingers when he hears the familiar thump of her heartbeat. Then he hears the thump of knuckles on his door.

Gel still on his fingers, Griff slides over to the door and answers to see her. His receptionist.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” she blushes. Griff is standing dumbfounded.

“That’s usually my line.” He jokes, then his voice turns stern, “Did you follow me home?” He’s teasing her but she is caught off guard. He hears her heart jump with nerves, so Griff smiles to ease her. “Come on in!”

“You left your sunglasses on the counter,” she holds them gingerly in her hands as if she might break them.

“Thank you sugar,” he stands aside to let her in, and takes the glasses from her. His fingers burn hot when they brush her hand.

“Is that…aloe?” she looks at his fingers still sticking out, covered in gel.

“Sunburn,” he shrugs and smears the aloe on his forehead. The back of his head where his hair is shaved, and his ears are a bit burnt but the aloe can wait.

“I know what you are Griff,” she says suddenly. Griff follows her eyes and she keeps glancing at the now empty pouch of blood near the coffee maker.

“You’re not gonna quote ‘Twilight’ at me are you?” Griff teases.

“I figured it out pretty quick. You came in for blood. No one comes in to take blood like that. And you know all these things normal people don’t know! And then there’s the fangs.”

Griff flashes her a grin, the fangs gleam under the kitchen light.

“At first I just thought you were someone imitating a vampire. Ya know the teeth? But then you touched me.”

Griff cocks his head in question. His past 4 women all had something different to say. Griff affected all of them in completely different ways. It’s the one thing he can’t predict.

“It sounds crazy but-“

“Believe me sugar, I’ve seen it and heard it all.” Griff leans against the counter.

“It was a few months ago. You touched my hand and though your hand was warm, my skin felt as though your hands were made of ice.” She looks down at her hands and she rubs them together as if she still is cold.

She doesn’t realize Griff has moved right in front of her until she hears his voice. She can feel his breath against her skin. Smirking to himself he hears her heart thudding in her chest. He can smell the warmth in her blood.

“And it didn’t scare you?” he asks with a small smile. While she had been talking he poured himself a cup of coffee. He took a sip from the mug and smiled at over the rim of the mug.

“No,” she blushes. Then she giggles as Griff has a bit of bloody coffee on the corner of his mouth. She wipes it with her thumb. Griff feels her shiver as her thumb brushes against his lips and scruff of his beard. She’s about to lick the coffee when Griff sees the realization that it’s blood. He takes her wrist in his hand and brings her thumb to his mouth.

Griff doesn’t know if it’s cheating that he can hear a woman’s heartbeat and actually feel her blood turn warm with arousal but damn if it doesn’t turn him on.

Seeing her cheeks blossom red as he licks her thumb, he relishes in hearing her heart race.

When he pulls her thumb from his mouth he kisses the back of her hand. “Is my tongue warm or cold?” he asks with a devilish smirk and kisses the back of her wrist. His lips blaze a path up her arm and he presses several kisses to her clothed shoulder. “Well?” he asks right as he gets to her neck. She feels his breath from his nose on her neck, and Griff feels her tremble. “Tell me,” he whispers as his lips press gently to her pulse point on her neck. With a shudder and a gasp her knees buckle and she shakes in his grasp.

“The same,” she shudders, “same as your hands, warm but cold.” She shivers but Griff still feels the heat of her blood.

Gently he presses an open-mouthed kiss to her neck. His fangs don’t pierce her flesh, they only dig in slightly. Not enough to draw blood.

The sound of her blood pounding fills his ears, her pulse beats fast under his tongue. Then the sweet sound of her groaning his name fills his ears. Her hands grab his head, Griff hisses in slight pain. Her hands had touched his sunburn.

She flew back in fear. Griff’s hiss didn’t sound like any hiss she had heard before.

Griff saw her recoil. It’s not the first time someone has been frightened by him, and it won’t be the last. Her response surprises him. He’s centuries old and people still surprise him.

She wasn’t scared off the hiss, though it was weird to her. The concern on her face wasn’t from her fear of him, rather fear that she hurt him.

“I’m sorry!” she frowns, then a small smile appears on her lips. “Can I put some aloe on you?”

A smirk is her answer, and Griff sits down with his coffee at the kitchen table. She stands behind him and rubs aloe along his red skin. He jerks his head when she touches the tips of his hears. Griff hears her heart jump, and he realizes that she made a discovery. It didn’t take her long to act on it either. Slowly she traced her fingertips along his ears. Maybe because Griff’s dark eyes weren’t looking at her that she found her boldness.

“What’s this tattoo?” she asks just as she plants a kiss to his neck.

“Got it in prison,” he says quickly and spins around. “Ya know, I got plenty more tattoos you haven’t seen yet.” as he spoke his hands were sliding up under her shirt onto her hips. He stands and gently presses a kiss to her lips. He waits for her response, he’s kissed enough women to know. Her body and her heart will let him know if he can continue. She pulls away and he sees her eyes.

Griff reaches for her and she hops up into his arms. Griff can tell she’s cautious of his two fangs. She kisses him eagerly but when he opens his mouth she flinches.

Sitting down on the bed with her in his arms, he stops the kissing.

“Listen sugar, I ain’t gonna hurt you. Only way you’re gonna turn into a vampire is if you get vampire blood in your system ok? My teeth are sharp but the worst it could do to your lips is poke ya a little. Ok? I can control when they break the skin.” He listens for her heart, it’s still beating fast from anticipation, but it doesn’t waver.

Hearing his reassurance, she pulls off her shirt. Griff rolls them over and lays her on her back on his bed. He reaches behind her to unclasp her bra, but she stops him.

“Too fast?”

“Shirt. Off. I wanna see the tattoos.”

Griff smirks and reaches in his pocket for a piece of gum. He slides the piece into his mouth and toes off his boots. He pulls his shirt off his head and quickly unbuckles his belt and removes his jeans.

His shirtless torso and bare legs are covered in ink. He doesn’t have as many tattoos on his legs, but he has a couple on his thighs and some on his calves. Griff sits on the bed in front of her, and she gets up on her knees.

“Pick one.”

She touches a tattoo on his pec. It’s a silhouette of a classy pinup girl.

“My girl in the 1940’s. Sent me a damn ‘Dean John’ letter while I was in Germany. Didn’t get the letter til after the war ended and I was on my way home. Got that tat for her right before I shipped out.”

Griff watches her unbutton her own pants and slip them down her hips.

“Since I’m not giving you blood, I’ll trade you a piece of clothes for a story.”

“Hell I’m game. ‘sides ya only got two things left,” Griff winks.

She stands up on the bed and rests her hands on Griff shoulders and he takes the hint to take off her pants. After they are off he takes the opportunity to squeeze her ass and scrape his beard across her stomach.

Sitting back down in front of him, she leans down and licks a tattoo on his hip. It’s an old looking crest symbol of a lion.

“Shit girl,” Griff growls a little. “That’s one of my oldest. Got it back where I’m from. It represents my family name.”

“Where are you from? What’s your family name?” she pops back up and asks.

With a sly grin Griff shakes his head ‘no.’

“One question for each piece of clothing. Bra. Off.”

She blushes but she knows he’s right, and she removes her bra. Griff stops the “game” for a moment to pleasure her chest, and he slowly pushes her back to lie on her back.

The back of his head still has aloe on it, and when she gasps and reaches to clutch onto his head, her hands get covered in sticky aloe.

She feels his fangs touch sensitive skin, and it’s a tiny scrape sensation to add with his beard. Griff lightly blows on her chest and neck where his mouth has been and she shudders.

“One more,” he smiles.

For support to look up, she grabs on to his bicep and points to one there. It’s a simple outline of an anchor.

“Why do you have an anchor tattoo?” she giggles.

“Shit, I’m about to get ya naked and you’re bustin’ my chops,” he winks. “Got that one when that was the tattoo style to get. Didn’t know at the time that they’d show up everywhere. Now…where was I?” Griff purrs and leans down and kisses a trail down her chest and on her stomach. He bites her panties and pulls them down, his fangs poke two small holes in the fabric as he pulls.

He slides them off her legs and tosses them behind him. He drinks in the sight and licks his lips. His fangs glint in the light.

“I’m gonna take you traveling,” Griff purrs in her ear.

“How will you get blood?” she chokes out, her heart is pounding with anticipation. Griff pulls off his boxers and lays on top of her.

“I was only planning on getting blood from there once. I kept coming back to see you. I’ll find ways.”

Griff moves, and he drinks in her sigh. Her blood is hot, her skin is covered in sweat and goosebumps.

He’s centuries old and has had dozens of women – but he will never tire of how good it feels to bring pleasure to a woman. Especially one he cares about. And he cares for this girl. He’s only known her for a few months but he’s lived long enough to know a feeling.

He feels it in his gut, but also it’s how she feels in his arms.

Afterwards he smooths her hair out of her face.

“So when do you wanna go to with me? And travel?”

“I’ll quit tomorrow,” she grins. She giggles and curls into his arms. “Traveling the world with a vampire. Sounds like a book or movie or something.”

“I’ve read a book like it. Don’t waste your time. It’s shit. I’m much more entertaining,” he teases and kisses her forehead.

Griff sighs as she falls asleep in his arms. It’s a risk he always takes when he meets a girl. He wants it to be her choice if she wants to become like him. He doesn’t let the dark thoughts creep in yet. For now he’ll enjoy holding her and plan where he wants to take her. He’s been all over the world but it’s always exciting to share it with someone new. He’s discovered tricks and found places to go at night.

You stretched your legs, letting your toes curl into the rug. Slowly you made your way to the kitchen, eager to throw on a fresh pot of coffee. To your surprise and delight, Griff was sprawled out on the couch, soft snores coming from his mouth. He had shed his shirt before going to bed, exposing a whole new set of tattoos to you. You stood back a bit, but kept looking at him for a moment.  He looked so soft and peaceful as he slept on your couch that was clearly too small for him to sleep comfortably; a stark contrast to his hard exterior. You smiled to yourself and turned back to start the coffee. The dark brown liquid had just begun to collect in the bottom of the coffee pot when Griff began stirring in the living room. Griff pushed himself up onto his elbows, looking around for the source of the smell that woke him up. When he finally saw you standing in the kitchen, a grin broke out on his face and was all the motivation he needed to actually get off the couch.

“Good morning, doll,” he smiled, his voice low and gruff with sleep. You jumped a little where you stood, startled by his sudden approach. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya,” he laughed.

“It’s ok, I should have expected it,” you smiled, leaning the small of your back on the counter. “Coffee?”

“Black, please.” Griff moved so his hands were gripping the counter top on either side of your waist, his body dangerously close to yours. His hair was sticking up wildly in every direction; you couldn’t help but think about how easily you could knot your fingers in it. He dipped his head down slightly to get a better look at you. “But first, how about a kiss good morning?”

“Well, I suppose you did follow all my rules,” you found yourself saying in a moment of weakness. Griff had completely worn down your resolve standing here, shirtless, his lips just inches from yours. You ran the tip of your nose along the crooked side of his. He took a step closer, pressing his chest to yours and letting his tattooed fingers run along the side of your face and push through your hair. His lips landed softly on yours, pressing firmly. The short hairs of his beard tickled your chin, making you smile into his kiss. Your body was screaming for you to deepen the kiss, but the anxiety of the impending job won out in the end. You pulled away slowly, resting your forehead on his. “How about that coffee?”

“I think I’d rather have more of that,” he purred, running his thumb over your bottom lip. You drew a breath in and let your eyes flutter shut.

“I think we should have coffee and get ready for this job,” you said weakly, barely convincing yourself that’s what you really wanted. You could sense Griff’s smirk even with your eyes closed.

“Whatever you say, doll,” he said before placing a kiss on your forehead and reaching for a mug.

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The team sat in the car outside the bank just after 8. Baby was idling the car, Griff sitting shotgun. Buddy and Darling sat in the middle seats, looking out the window. You had made a camp in the backseat, laptop whirring in your lap. The clock hit 8:17 and you pulled the cameras offline, routing them to a drive you had stuck in your USB port.

“Alright gang, you’re clear to enter,” you called forward. “You have exactly 6 minutes starting now.” Buddy and Darling pulled their bandanas over their faces and exited the car. Griff turned back to you before suiting up.

“You got my back, Cat?” he grinned, raising an eyebrow.

“I’ll be watching you the whole time,” you replied simply, trying to hide your smile from him. Griff pulled up his bandana and jumped out of the car, leaving behind you and Baby.

Baby drummed along the steering wheel as you monitored the team inside the branch. Everything was going smoothly- Darling was quickly grabbing the cash as Buddy and Griff held up the patrons and staff. Watching Griff on the small screen of your laptop was making you grin like a school girl with her first crush. Once you realized what you were doing, you forced yourself back to a stoic and serious face, but Griff’s image was still burning in your brain. Baby soon shifted the car into drive, jolting you forward as he sped around to the predetermined exit point around the back side of the building. You continued to watch as the trio made their way down a long corridor leading to the exit.

“And…now,” you called up to Baby as he skidded to a halt in front of the door just as Griff kicked it open. The three of them jumped into the SUV as Baby hit the gas once again. The cops were just arriving as Baby flew off in the direction of I-85.

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Doc had just handed out everyone’s cut from the job in the same warehouse where you had met the day before. The crew was slowly starting to break apart and take their leave, going on about what the cash would be spent on. It sounded like drugs and fancy dinner mostly for Buddy and Darling. You couldn’t help the eye roll you let out every time one of them opened their mouths. Of course, Griff would catch you mid roll and laugh to himself, never taking his gaze from you. Everyone had filed out, leaving the two of you sitting across the large table from each other.

“So now that we’re not coworkers, or whatever reason you had for turning me down,” Griff started as he made his way over to the stool next to you, “What do you say to dinner with yours truly?”

“Like a date?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. He scooted the stool closer, the subtle smell of his mint gum pulling you in.

“Yeah, like a date. I can pick you up, bring you flowers, take you out to a nice dinner, and fuck you until you can’t walk after,” he smirked, running his hand up your thigh. The contact made you shiver with anticipation. You had told yourself no more work distractions, but he did make a compelling argument- you technically were no longer working together. The electricity that had been building between you was driving you crazy. Maybe you should just fuck him and get it out of your system. You looked into his dark eyes, his jaw rising and falling with each smack of his gum.

“What makes you think I’m gonna fuck you on the first date? What kind of girl do you think I am, huh?” you teased. You wanted to let him know, in no uncertain terms, that you absolutely would. Thinking quickly, you reached over and ran your thumb along his bottom lip, making his jaw go slack. You let your fingers slide in just enough to snatch his beloved gum from his mouth. You popped it between your own teeth, never breaking eye contact with him. Griff’s eyes were wide in awe as he watched your jaw pick up where his left off. A huge grin sprang onto his face.

“Who the fuck are you?” he said with a voice full of lust and wonder. You laughed and looked away from him, suddenly aware of how forward you were being and how much you were undoubtedly blushing.

“No fancy restaurant and no flowers- I’m allergic,” you finally agreed.

“I’ll pick you up at eight, baby doll,” he winked before abruptly pushing back in his stool and slinging his leather jacket over his shoulder. You watched him as he stepped into the elevator and turned to look at you one last time. He pursed his lips and blew a single kiss your way before sliding on his sunglasses as the steel doors snapped shut in front of him.