Summary: Hal is such a beautiful sight in the morning.
Word Count: 300
Playlist Prompt: Jump (For My Love) - Pointer Sisters / “I know you like what you see”
Warnings: Implied sex, reader is thirsty, humor, touch of fluff, pet name (baby), Hal Carter (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 7 of the June Jukebox Scribbles Challenge by @societynsoelsscribbles . ❤️ I posted 8 before 7! Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
There was nothing quite like waking up to the sight of Hal Carter walking around your bedroom.
Naked.
Your thighs pressed together as he picked up your discarded clothes and tossed them into the laundry basket. The man had a body made for sinning and the delicious burn between your thighs served as a reminder of that. He could very well be the death of you and your pussy one day.
Maybe they’d put on your headstone, “Dicked to death and enjoyed every second of it.”
He ran a hand through his disheveled hair and turned to give you a panty melting smile.
Oh, wait, he pulled those off with his teeth hours ago.
“Morning, baby.”
“Morning,” you breathed, watching him spin around and make a show of it when he picked up one more thing.
Harlot.
“You’re staring.”
Your cheeks went hot. It was kind of funny that him knowing you were staring was the thing that embarrassed you and not the noises he pulled out of you the night before. You seriously didn’t know how he managed to do that.
Then again, it was Hal and it shouldn’t have surprised you.
“I’m not staring,” you lied while staring directly at his backside.
You didn’t know if you should smack it, grab it, or sink your teeth into it.
Maybe all three.
He put his hand on his hips and faced you. Your eyes went right to his glorious dick. You were pretty sure you whimpered.
“I know you like what you see, but my eyes are up here,” he teased, gesturing to his face.
“Great. I can look at your tits on the way up,” you teased back.
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Hal Carter + “I was happier when it was just you and me. Can’t it be that way again?”
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Your walkie goes off again. As you hit the button to reply to the call to confirm the job site, Hal's face falls. As he approaches his usually cheery demeanour turns grim. You tell Cole to send the estimate through and clip the radio back on your belt.
"So, how was the site down in Heath?" You ask as you open a folder on the desk and delve back into the cluster of crumpled receipts.
“Another shit show.” He crosses his arms. His toolbelt hangs crooked and low over his jeans and his usual white tea is streaked with sweat and dust.
“I figured it would be. Thanks for taking that on. You know how some of those macho guys can get with me.” You sit slowly and smooth out a bill for caulk and tile. “Got a call from Colorada… bit far. Ranch house.”
“Sure,” he says as he looms on the other side of your desk. His tone is crisp.
Your radio scratches again and Sy reports back that there’s a water leak. Great.
You grab your radio again. “Call Morton. Closest plumber I know.”
“Morton?” Sy growls from the other side.
You look at Hal and shake your head. “Don’t touch that pipe. I don’t need that coming out of our invoice.”
“Yes, ma’am.” You get in return.
You go to put the radio down and another beep sounds. You listen to Cole as he lets you know he’s sending for a different grade of wood to match what’s there.
“Sometimes I wonder how we break even,” You tut as you set the radio down and key the totals on the receipts into the computer.
“Mm,” Hal hums flatly.
You look up and lower the stapled bills. You tilt your head. “Something going on? Something in Heath?”
His eyes drift and his brows draw together. “No, work’s good. You know I can handle it.”
“You’re my best guy, Carter.”
“Carter,” he echoes.
You sit up all the way. “What is going on?”
“Do you remember when we started this?” He drops his hands to his hips.
You remember it. The young carpenter you found on some online job board, who showed up just as lost as you. You didn’t have a single idea how to keep your dead husband’s business alive, only that you had to.
“I remember the bent nails and bruised fingers.” You chuckle.
He’s quiet. Your neck bristles. You sit straighter.
“Something’s… up?”
“You always were a smart lady.” He says.
“I’m also a lady that appreciates when people say what they need to say,” you fold your hands together and lean your arms on the desk. “Carter.”
“You used to call me Hal.”
You shake your head.
He hesitates and shifts in his shoes. He shrugs and drops his hands. “I was happier when it was just you and me.” He steps closer to your desk. “Can’t it be that way again?”
You stare at him. “Cart– Hal. We need all the help we can get–”
“That’s not what I mean and you know it.”
You sit back and lower your gaze. “Don’t. I told you then–”
“I’m older now.”
“So am I. And that’s always going to be the case.”
“Do you think I care?” He strides around the desk. He grabs the back of your chair and swivels you to face him. He grips above your shoulders as he bends over you. His nose is almost touching yours. “I’ve waited this long, haven’t I?”
A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: “I know you like what you see”
Word Count: 298
One benefit of being a personal fitness trainer was access to the gym equipment. Hal was always good about keeping himself in top form so he could help people. The plus sized clients were always incredibly nervous about hurting him, despite his reassurances. It always tokk a demonstration, him moving or catching clients, for them to become more confident in their movements, and less nervous that their size would be a problem.
He also knows he's good for business. Maybe not "free" advertising, but close to it. When he worked out, especially without his shirt on, more people would come into the gym, either to see more of him or to mimic him. Hal's dreams of being an actor may have gone awry, but whenever he feels the need to put on a performance, to be surrounded by admirers, he's got quite the outlet.
A pretty lady gets close and Hal knows she's probably new around here. The regulars know the rules: no touching, no flirting. Not with him. Hal makes a point of avoiding eye contact with her and she seems to take it as a challenge.
"Sir," she bats her eyelashes, "do you think you could help me with this machine?"
Hal stops his workout and smiles softly at her. "Listen, I know you like what you see, but I'm taken."
Her cheeks turn pink with embarrassment and she apologizes, backing off.
Hal's grateful she isn't doubling down like others have. He has no problem telling flirts how they just don't compare to you. How they'll never be as wonderful, beautiful, intelligent, and perfect as you are for him. He might like attention, but you're the only one allowed to do more than look. A small sacrifice for the honor of getting to be with you.
A random "choose a babe" attack 🙃 Who do you pick:
neighbor Jake, who sometimes forgets to stay quiet when he games late in the night and yells at his computer
coworker Curtis, who eats fish too often and stinks up the break room with it
friend Hal, who tends to raid your fridge anytime he comes over
Feeling evil today, I see.
Curtis is right out. I'm not a fan of fish to begin with and stinking up the entire break room is just so damn rude! 😡
Speaking of rude, I've been woken up out of many a sleep by a rude neighbor being purposefully or accidentally loud. I do not react well. I'm sure if I complained, Jake would be apologetic and try to do better, but my sleep is precious, dammit!
Which leaves Hal. Honestly, the way I grew up, I'm kinda "meh" about people raiding my fridge or cupboards. Mom and Dad always had an open fridge policy because they knew the importance of food access. So long as Hal at least thanks me for the food, maybe does some cleaning or something, I'm okay with needing to restock the fridge more often.
Though if he uses up the last of my eggs without telling me, I'm taking a rolling pin to him.
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I need to talk to someone about picnic 2013 i hate being into niche things!!!!! And Every-time someone does talk about it they’re always talking about how hot Hal/Sebastian is and like yeah i get but plsssss i want to talk about Hal and Madge!!!!!
