#gunplay

the date, if it can even be called that was going pretty good. the two of you were in Dex's bed, his cramped apartment neat to the precise corner of the hinges that held his door together. he sat at the edge as you laid on your stomach, staring at him occasionally as he explained his guns to you.

"Ya see this?" he held the gun like two puzzle pieces meeting together in perfect sync, "It's a 380, auto caliber," he added, running a thumb over the barrels of the gun, almost in a reverent way. you noticed the way he touched the guns, it was almost the same way he touched you. maybe it said a lot about you, a quick and responsible thing who could kill anyone if he wanted you to. but you were not that thing, that's exactly why Dex loved you.

"This is a Hellcat," Dex continued on and on about his guns for what seemed like hours. the sun dimmed outside and the cold walls of the apartment embraced the two of them together.

"C'mere," he said with a small smirk, holding a gun in his hand, you frowned at him in a confused manner and he tapped your arm, signalling you to get up. you pushed yourself to sit up straight in his bed and get closer to him. "Hold it here," he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, another hand fixing the way your hand wrapped around the pistol, "Thumb out the trigger, put it here," his hot breath fanned your neck, "This is a 365, Sauer," his hand went to your lower back, fixing your posture, "Relax your shoulder and tighten your arms." and you did as he said, "Good.. Good. Now shoot."

you turned your head to look at him after he said that. the two of you were just in his apartment, there were personal belongings everywhere and not to mention, the walls were thin and his neighbours were.. nice people. "Don't look at me like that, darlin," a cocky smirk was plastered to his handsome face, brown hair perfectly tousled, "You are not a deer in the headlights, you're the stag. You're smart enough to know that." he whispered, hand resting on your waist now. "Hit that pan. Let me see if you're as good as me."

a deep sigh left your lips as you closed one of your eyes for better aim. the first shot missed by a lot, it barely went into the same direction. the second shot went near the pan, and the third only grazed it. you felt Dex's hand come to yours, moving it a little to position it elsewhere, "Shoot."

bullseye.

the shot went right through the pan. Dex smiled to himself, his charming crooked smile that took your heart. his hand took the gun from yours, trailing it up your arm and then your shoulder. the cold metal of the gun with the warm barrel of the fresh shot made you more nervous than you had ever been with him. you knew he would not hit you, but he was more than capable of doing it without a single thought.

"Take off your clothes."