#jakeseresinfluff

"Well then," I say, "better get us home then." I grin at him and his eyes widen a little, then he's fumbling a little to get his keys into his ignition.  

The truck rumbles to life underneath me, a steady purr, and Jake shifts into gear. This time when his hand leaves the gear-shift his hand comes to rest halfway up my thigh. The motion wasn't invasive, but the intention was clear as day. I feel my face heat up and I take one last look at the HardDeck as we roll out of the parking lot. 

After a moment I gently pluck the cowboy hat off the dashboard and pull it into my lap. Jakes had tightened slightly on my thigh. It's so small I could almost believe I imagined it. 

"So, you've already told me about your 'baby' this have story too?" I nod down to the hat in my lap. 

Jake smiles a little, "Kinda, my buddy back home got into leather working and then that turned into him running an entire custom boot and hat shop. Real creative guy." Jake glances over at me and smiles, "That's one of the first hats he made. Fit it specifically for me 'cause he knew if he fucked it up, I'd still wear it," Jake laughs to himself. I rub my hand over where he rests on my thigh and pick it up by the top. 

"May I?" I ask. Now he definitely squeezes my leg and pulls his eyes from the road to look at me for a moment. He jerks his chin up and I place the hat on my head. 

I turn a quarter towards him and smile, "Well, how do I look Seresin?"

He smiles, "Perfect," he says but his jaw tightens and he presses a little harder on the gas pedal. We ride in comfortable silence for a moment before Jake chuckles. 

"Now you gotta make good on your promise," Jake says and my mind goes blank. What had a promised him? That doesn't sound like me, making promises I forget to follow through on. 

"Jake wha-" I start to ask but we are pulling towards the gate and have to pull our ID cards out to hand to the SF officer to scan. She waves us through wishing us goodnight and we drive through the pseudo-town towards the barracks. 

"No one ever told ya doll?" he questions. I shake my head no resulting in a wicked grin from Jake. "Well then, let me be the first to tell you," he smoothly guides the truck into a parking space and turns toward me, "If you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy doll." 

He leans in to kiss me again, "and that is a view I'd love to have."

He opens the door of the truck and lands squarely on his feet before extending his hand to me once again. 

"Common doll, let me take you inside." he smiles, and I place my hand in his, this time I'm prepared for the pull. As I swing my legs to the edge of the seat Jake wedges himself between my thighs. He places his hands solidly on my his and grins, leaning in for a heated kiss. I kiss him back, careful not to knock the hat off my head. I feel his hand wandering down my ass before he picks me up, forcing me to wrap my arms around his neck to keep from falling. I yelp. 

"Jake, don't drop me," I saw harshly. 

"Oh, babydoll, I would never," he says softly.

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Being a part of the Dagger Squadron has its perk, one of which is private apartments. We had decided to go to Jake's apartment instead of mine, his being on the second floor and mine being on the fourth. I find myself excited to see what Hangman's personal life is like. Does he fold all of the clothes into neat squares before placing them in their drawers? What books does he read, and what videogames does he play? Hell, I even was to know what kind of toothpaste he uses. My heart races, do I like Jake Seresin more than I thought I did? Do I want to know about his personal life out of curiosity or do I want to be a part of it? 

Before my mind wanders to much farther Jake has stopped at a door and is sliding a key into the lock, jiggling the key and doing a few practiced turns before it finally clicks open. He pushes the door wide and holds it for me, as promised. I step inside with a comical tip of my, well, his hat. I glance around the apartment, it's a mirror of mine upstairs. There are a few dishes in the sink as well as an abandoned mug and book on the coffee table. I see vintage car posters hung on the wall as well as a few photos of Hangman with a gaggle of five women. One of the women appeared to be older than him but the rest looked to be younger. I hear the lock click into place behind me and I turn and watch Jaek toe off his boot and leave them by the front door. I kick mine off as well and leave them next to his. 

He winds his arms around my waist and smiles, "You know we don't have to do anything you don't want right darlin'." 

I giggle and place my arms over his shoulders, "Seresin, I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be." 

His smile turns wicked, "Last chance Babydoll." I nod. Then our lips meet again and he gently presses me backward toward his bedroom. He pants against my mouth, and his tongue pulls soft moans from me. I feel him groan against my mouth and stop us before my legs connect with the edge of his bed. He pulls away for a moment and removes his at from my head, opting to hang it on one of the bed posts. When he looks back at me his hands make trails up and down my sides before they clamp down and he tosses me squarely into the middle of his bed. 

I gasp when I land, sitting up just enough in time to see him crawl over me like a cat stalking its prey. 

There is no stopping the onslaught of his lips and tongue making his way up my neck and to my lips. His hands glide under the hem of my shirt where he finds the lace edges of my bralette. I arch my chest into his touch and a whine forms in the back of my throat. His thumbs find my nipples as he settles one knee between my thighs. I gasp at the tantalizing heat and pressure on my pussy. 

Jake chuckles into my mouth and pulls away slightly, "How about we get some of these outta the way?" he asks. I sit up slightly, thinking he means m shirt before he grabs the hem of his button-down and all but rips it from his body, and tosses it onto the floor.  I take a moment to admire the view, His jeans are tented in the front, obvious he is as excited as I am. His pants wrap around his hips and he looks sinful. He takes my hand and pulls me up enough to slide my shirt from my body. He makes slow work of it, hands maintaining contact with my skin as he pushes the offensive fabric out of the way and over my head. Instead of joining his shirt on the floor, he hangs it on the bedpost opposite from his hat. 

When he turns back to me he runs a hand over his face, "Perfect," he mumbles to himself "Made just for me." 

I blush and pull him back down for another kiss, his lips trail from mine down my neck and to the lace edge of my remaining covering. The thin material shows him exactly where my pebbled nipples are and he takes one with care between his teeth over the fabric. His other hand massages its twin. Carefully he pulls the cup down to expose my breast taking his time. 

"Jake, please," I cry, "you've teased me all night, I need you." My voice is cracked and desperate. I feel his lips form a smile and then he sucks a round bruise onto my breast. I yelp as my nerves light up, but he pulls away, "Teasing?" he questions, "This is just warm-ups sweetheart." 

He leans back down, continuing to leave small bruises, and kisses down to the button of my pants. 

He unhooks the button with ease and loops his fingers around the edge. He gently pats my hip twice and I lift my legs to let him pull them the rest of the way off. My panties snag on my pants and get pulled halfway down my thighs, I instinctively bring my knees closer. 

"Oh, come on now doll, how am I supposed to do my job if you hide like that," Jake says teasingly down to me. My mouth hangs open for a moment and then I move my knees apart. He hooks a finger around my panties and I watch as he tucks them into his back pocket. 

"Hey!" I protest, "You can't steal my underwear." 

"You stole my hat," He smiles. 

"You told me to wear it Seresin," I say matter of factly. 

" Well," he chuckles darkly, "now I'm telling myself to take a little prize for later." Before I can say more he's sliding down onto his stomach and his hands are gripping the backs of my thighs. His thumbs massage the crease where my ass and thighs meet, the act causes my pussy to spread the slightest amount, making me feel exposed most satisfyingly. He watches my reactions and glances down at my pussy. Then he places an open-mouthed kiss on both of my thighs and finally one directly to my clit. I involuntarily move my hips to meet his mouth with a gasp and I feel him smile. He runs his flat tongue over my clit and I cry out, but he switches back to kissing. I don't know how long he switches between kissing and licking, occasionally wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves to gently suck. My moans become more frequent and my hips more uncontrollable. He moves two fingers slowly through my lips, spreading me and giving himself better access to my clit. His fingers massaged and added pressure to the rest of my pussy before slowly sliding them into me. I gasp at the feeling and mutter his name repeatedly. 

He curls his fingers slightly into me, slowly wiggling and searching for the spot to take me over the edge. I feel him make contact inside me and yelp, "There. Jake, Oh god."

Then he switches from long slow licks and kisses to my clit to wrapping his lips around me and sucking gently, he curls his fingers in giving me even more pressure. He rocks his hand back and forth, fingers never fully leaving my sex and repeatedly pressing into the same spot. My legs fall wider apart and I can see him grinding his hips into the mattress as he eats me out. Any knowledge of his movements ends as I feel my muscles contract and my legs lock up around Jake's head. His hand and mouth don't stop moving until my body goes limp and I feel like I'm floating. 

His insistent movements slow back to his long slow strokes over my clit until I whimper out his name. 

Jake sits up on his knees and smiles down at me, his hands slowly running over my legs, "Not bad for my first time, right?". 

I bold up, shocked, "Jake, what-" 

He laughs and leans down to kiss me, the salty taste of myself on his lips, "No baby, I'm teasing. Just wanted to see your face if you thought you'd fallen apart like that for a rookie." I push his chest slightly, annoyed. He lays on his side next to me, smiling with one hand supporting his head. I assume the same position and he runs a hand along the smooth skin of my hip and thigh. Our lips connect softly and he drags me a little closer to press himself against me.

His hand makes its way around to my back and he drags me closer. He shifts us so that I have one leg on either side of my hips. I realize he only has his black boxers remaining, when did he have time to do that? His hands lazily move my hips back and forth to grind my tender clit along his clothed cock.

He smiles up at me, "How 'bout you grab that hat there baby doll," he slides a hand behind his head and lifts his hips to press harder against me. I unsaddle myself from him and turn to grab his hat, when I turn back he is rolled over towards the nightstand digging through one of the drawers. He rolls onto his back once more before saying, "I'm clean but we can use condoms if you'd like." I blushed at the reality of what I was about to do with Hangman nonetheless. 

"I'm on birth control," I tell him, "makes life easier." 

He smiles and eagerly tosses the condom to the floor without a second thought. I laugh at his excitement and run my fingers along the edge of his boxers before sliding them down, exposing his cock. 

He looks painfully hard, the head is pink and leaking. I lick my lips and that makes his chest rumble, "Another time baby. If I wait one more moment to see you riding me I think I might not be able to hold back." 

I blink in shock and then place his hat squarely on my head and smile at him, "Yes sir." 

I slide back onto his lap and our contact feels right. I meet his eyes as he casually leans back and he looks desperate with anticipation and my heart flutters. 

I stroke him gently from base to tip and back down before I lift myself over him. He bites his lip and his hand makes its way to my hip and squeezes reassuringly. I slowly let his head slide over my clit and then down to my pussy. I lower myself so that he sinks into me. 

"Take your time darlin'," Jake huffs and groans at the squeeze, "if you go too fast I won't last." 

I gasp with pleasure and my pace stutters causing me to sink lower quickly, Jake hisses and his grip tightens. I restart my descent. I finally flush to hips after some minor adjusting my hips. I lift myself as high as I can off him and lower myself again and Jake whines from deep in his throat. I repeat the motion, gasping and placing my hands on his chest to stabilize myself. I start to move, experimenting moving my hips back and forth as I glide up and down his cock. I  heard Jake grunt and I look away from where our bodies met to look him in the face. 

He is shining in a light sheen of sweat in the moonlight and I can still smell his cologne. His body is hot against my hands and his breath is short. His lips tilt upwards, "I could watch you like this forever, babydoll," he huffs out.

 I lower myself all the way back down on him and lean down to kiss him softly. He meets my lips tenderly and lifts his hips and moves both hands to hold my hips. 

"Doll, please, I," He inhales sharply as he slides slowly out a few inches, "I need this." I look surprised at him, the one and only Hangman were begging, for me. I looked closer at him, his eyes were fixed on the point where our bodies met. His mouth was slightly agape and his short came with a soft moan at the end. 

"Jake," his eyes shot to mine, "anything for you." 

His eyes practically rolled back into his head as he pulled me into his chest, I squeezed my knees into his sides to hold myself still as Jake let loose. He wraps his arms around my back and I hold onto him, in a tight embrace. 

My face is buried in the crook of his neck as his hips work desperately against mine, aiming for the same small spot inside of me. He's grinding into me more than anything, driving me closer and closer to the edge. 

One of his arms leaves my back and wraps around my waist roughly. His other hand tears the hat off my head and tosses it on the bed next to us. 

In one easy movement, he flips me onto my back. I gasp at the new depth and pressure of his cock. 

"Touch yourself, baby, I wanna know what you feel like when you cum. Cause one day I'm gonna count them for ya'," He grins and leans down to bite my neck low enough it wouldn't show in my uniform. I run a hand between us to my clit, Jake leans back enough to give me room to work, but then I saw the real reason. 

He was watching me play with myself as he rocked into me. He grunted as I clenched around him, surprising myself at how close I already was.

"Jake, I'm close. Please, please, don't stop, you can't," I sob into his ear. 

"Just a," he grunts and his hips stutter a little and I well with tears at the change, "Second baby, I'm almost," a moaning breath," there." 

He keeps moving steadily as he launches me into the stratosphere, I feel his strokes get longer and harder. I can't stop the cries coming out of my throat, and then Jake presses in close to my ear. 

In a rough whisper, he says, "Common doll, let go." 

I almost see stars, my ears ring for a second and every muscle in my body feels close to cramping. My whole body spasms rhythmically around him and it only seems to encourage him. 

He moves faster and harder, moaning into my ear before he almost fully stops, his hips are flush against my ass. He pushes into me like he's trying to fuse our bodies. He exhales harshly in my ear and I realized he'd been holding his breath. He seems to go limp as he pressed himself into me. We lay there for a moment, coming down from the stars. Jake shifts before I do, kissing my neck and shoulder gently.  His hands make their way up and down my body slowly and firmly, bringing me back to my body. I smile at him and he returns it. 

"How was that?" he asks, his smile suddenly turning cocky. 

I laugh loudly at him, he joins in and goes back to holding me close and going back to kissing my exposed skin. He finally shifts and pulls out of me. I feel something else slide out after he's gone and I feel my face turn red. Jake groans and I look up at him. 

"If nothing else that's, enough to get a man ready for a second round," his eyes are trained on my pussy and I move my knees together. Jake laughs and leans down to kiss my knees. He slides off the bed and comes up to the side to kiss me. 

"But it's late doll. Let's get you cleaned up and I'll let you sleep."  I smile and return his kiss and then settle a little further into his bed. Jake chuckles and makes his way, naked, towards the bathroom. He disappears for half a second before popping his head around the corner. "But I make no promises to let you sleep tomorrow." with that he winks and disappears to the bathroom. 

He comes back and hands me a warm damp washcloth, I clean myself up as Jake pulls another set of sheets from the bottom drawer of his dresser. He opens the second drawer and pulls out a neatly folded blue shirt, with NAVY printed across the front. He smiles sheepishly and hands me the shirt, it's soft in the way only well-loved shirts can be.

He nods his head to the side towards the bathroom, "Go get changed darlin', I'll make the bed." I smile at him and slide out of bed and stop to kiss him on my way to the bathroom. I shut the door, use the toilet, and change into Jake's shirt. It hangs loosely on me and I smile into the mirror at myself. I could get used to this. I open the door and find Jake already in bed, hat re-hung on the bed post, and my clothes are folded on top of the dresser. My clothes, minus my panties. I crawl into bed next to Jake who holds me as I lay tucked into his side. 

He kisses my hair and I sigh softly. 

"Goodnight, Seresin," I whisper to him.

"Goodnight darlin'," he responds 

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AN; Hey look! I finished it :D let me know whatcha think

Bob made his way over to the door and went out into the night, the loud music following him into the quiet.

“Hey Hangman, you ok?” Bob asked, approaching him slowly. Hangman jumped at the sound of his voice, rubbing his eyes before turning round.

“Oh Baby On Board. What's up?” He coughed, trying to clear his throat. It was obvious he'd been crying, dark red rims around his eyes and his cheeks glistened in the dim light.

“You don't look it.” Bob moved beside him, resting his arms on the railings.

“You can talk to me if you want, I’m here to listen. Likewise, if you are not ready, that's also ok. We can just stand here too.” Bob gave him a reassuring smile and rested his hand on Jake’s arm.

Hangman sighed, letting out a shaking breath and turning to Bob. “It's just...” he began, taking another deep breath. “It's just some stuff that happened over the last few days. It brought back some memories, I thought I'd buried them deep enough but they just kept coming back.” A stray tear rolled down Jake’s cheek as he spoke. Bob watched as he rummaged in his jacket pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. Bob took it gently and could tell by the worn edges that this was something that Jake kept close to him. When he unfolded it, he could see why. It was a photo of Jake and a girl. Jake was smiling brightly in his flight suit, arm around the girl's shoulder as he pulled her close. Bob had never seen him so happy, not truly happy. The girl was also smiling and she had her arm around his waist. She was shorter than Jake and also in a flight suit. Her hair was pulled back into a bun and she wore the same style of glasses as Bob. “Her name was (y/n),” Jake said gruffly, wiping his face with his sleeve. “She was my Weapons Systems Operator we met when we were training at Top Gun. I loved her from the moment I first laid eyes on her.”

“You did not just steal a chip off my plate!” Jake exclaimed, swatting your hand away. “You told me you didn’t want any.”

“Well I didn’t want any then but they look so good.” You batted your eyelashes at him. Jake sighed, pushing the plate of chips towards his WSO.

“Thanks, Jakey,” you said in the sickly sweet voice you did when you wanted something. He smiled softly, reaching across the table to hold your hand. You squeezed his hand and bought your legs up so they were resting across his. He placed his hand on your leg, rubbing small circles on your thigh as he watched you sneak another chip off his plate. How could he ever say no to you? He’d love you from the moment he found you sat at the back of the classroom at Top Gun. He’d been a complete asshole to you and he’d regretted it everyday since. But love works in mysterious ways and he soon found himself down on one knee asking you out on the date in the most gentlemanly fashion.

“How the hell did you get into this mess?” Jake had just walked through the front door with bags of shopping in his arms to come face to face with you sitting on the floor. Pieces of colourful paper littered your small apartment. There was cardboard and straws all stuck together with an excessive amount of glue.

“I lost a bet,” you groaned, flapping your hand to try and get the paper that was stuck to it off.

“I’m gonna need a little more than that darlin’.”

Jake sat down on the floor, removing the paper that was stuck to you.

“Well I lost a bet and now I’m stuck doing the Admirals kid's science project. You know I’m terrible at things like this.” Jake couldn’t stifle the laugh that erupted, he had to hold his stomach, trying to control his outburst. You glared at him, less than amused, and smacked the back of his head.

“Stop laughing at me.”

“Ok. Ok I’m sorry,” he giggled. “Come on I’ll help you but let’s get this mess cleaned up first ok.” He scooped you up into his arms, carrying you down the hallway.

“Where are we going?” You looked up at him innocently.

“Well, you're covered in glue and I do my best thinking in the shower so…” he trailed off, smirking mischievously.

“Jake…” you warned, using the sternest voice you could muster. “We don’t have time for sex right now. I need to get this project finished. It’s due on Monday.”

He set you down by the bathroom door “That’s plenty of time, don’t worry. We’ve got this.”

You smiled gratefully at him. “Thanks, Jake, you're the best.”

“I know I am,” he replied smugly. He grabbed your sides and you squealed, trying to move away from his toggling hands. To say that the project had been completely forgotten was an understatement.

“Lieutenant Seresin, my deepest condolences for your loss. Lieutenant (y/l/n) was a fine Weapons System Operator and she will be deeply missed.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Take your time. I know what it’s like to lose a wingman so I understand your pain. You are dismissed from active duty for the time being.” The admiral placed a hand on Jake’s shoulder before walking away.

Jake thought that the graveyard was no place from (y/n). You had always been so warm and funny but this place was cold and sorrowful, the headstones were not the right companions for you. The silver ring that hung around Jake’s neck with his dog tags felt heavier than ever as he made his way through the graveyard and towards the car park where your family were waiting for him. Walking away from you was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do and he carried the weight with him, heavy in his heart.

Bob handed the picture back to Jake, who took it, stroking his thumb over it.

“What happened to her?” Bob asked cautiously, gauging Jake’s expression in case he didn’t want to talk about it.

“She died,” Jake said solemnly, “it was my fault, I didn't protect her. She relied on me to look after her up there and I failed. I thought I was going to fail today too, I didn't want Rooster and Mav’s death on my hands, just like I didn't want hers.” He sobbed and Bob pulled him quickly into a hug, rubbing his hand over Jake’s back as he cried. “It's all my fault,” he mumbled.

“Jake, it's not your fault. I'm sure you did everything you could. You’re a good pilot and I'm sure you looked after her up there.”

“IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!” Jake shouted, shoving Bob away and making his way down the wooden decking to the beach. “IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!” He screamed into the darkness.

Bob followed Jake down the beach and sat on the sand. Tears continued to stream down his face and he clutched the picture tightly to his chest.

“I should have known that the canopy was faulty, it's my job to check it for Christ's sake. I should have realised. She didn't stand a chance.” He hung his head low and Bob watched as he tried to fight back the tears.

“Jake, look at me,” Bob said, lifting the other man's head so they were facing each other.

“Jake, you are a good man and an even better pilot. Whatever happened that day I know for a fact wasn’t your fault and you would have done everything in your power to stop it from happening. That’s the kind of man you are Jake, a good one. Despite all your teasing and ridicule, I know deep down that you aren’t a bad person. Promise me you will stop blaming yourself.” Jake stared helplessly at Bob as he spoke, watery eyes watching him closely as if he would disappear too.

“I was going to marry her,” Jake confessed, pulling his dog tags from beneath his shirt. “I’d even bought a ring.” Bob watched as Jake removed the dog tags and nestled amongst them was a small silver ring.

“We were due to be on leave together the week after the accident and I’d planned a weekend away. We were going to my family’s ranch in Texas and I was going to do it there. I should have done it sooner, I should have told her how I felt. Hell, I should have told her how much I loved her every damn day and I regret it, Bob. I regret it so much.” Jake took a deep breath, fiddling with the ring on the chain.

The two men sat there silently for a while, watching the sea wash in and out.

“She knows how much you love her Jake,” Bob said quietly, tilting his head to look at the man next to him. Jake nodded slowly. “She knows Jake and I know she doesn’t blame you.”

“Bob how could you…”

“Because I know that if the same thing happened to me, Phoenix would blame herself but I would never, not even for one moment blame her. It’s an accident Jake, there’s nothing anyone could have done.”

Jake sighed, resting his head against Bob’s shoulder.

“I just miss her,” he said quietly. Bob nodded, resting his head on top of Jake’s.

“I know you do and that’s ok. She’ll always be part of you, in here.” He said, pointing towards Jake’s chest. “Don’t ever forget that Jake.”

Jake nodded, lifting his head from Bob's shoulder. “Thanks, Baby On Board, it means a lot.”

“You’re welcome Bagman. Now come on, there's a game of pool with our names on it.”

Bob helped Hangman off the sand and they both made their way back towards the bar. Jake realised something very important that night, one was that Bob was very good at giving advice and two that you were always with him even if he didn’t realise it.

“Hey, it’s going to be ok. Nothing is gonna happen, Baby.” He reassured you, bringing you in for a sweet kiss. You melted into his lips and instantly felt a little better.

“I know. I’m just nervous, I’ve never been in your plane before.”

“Well, this is a perfect time. It’s normally quiet in the evenings so there won’t be many people to catch us.” He gave you his signature cheeky smirk, before jumping out of the car.

You followed after him quickly, his long legs striding across the tarmac and towards the locker room. Natasha had said that you could borrow one of the female flight suits, she let on that Jake had been planning to take you up in his F18 since you’d met. Your heart swelled in your chest at that thought. You loved Jake Seresin with all your heart and although he was reluctant to say those three words back, you told him every day. You knew that he loved you, from his actions and the way he kissed you. You understood why he was afraid. Jake’s family hadn’t exactly been the most stable and loving and so he’d grown up knowing that emotions were a weakness so you’d take it slow, building up the trust between you. In the back of your mind, you knew that one day he would say it when he was ready.

You changed into one of the flight suits quickly, glancing occasionally over to your boyfriend as you watched him change, the muscles of his back rippling under his tanned skin. Once you were ready Jake set you up with a helmet and your oxygen, ensuring that you were all ready before he did his own. He grabbed your hand, smiling as he eagerly pulled you towards the hanger. Once inside he pulled you toward the plane furthest away and as you approached you couldn’t help but smile proudly. On the side of the plane in dark grey letters read “Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin”.

“Pretty cool, huh?” You could see the excitement on Jake’s face as he waved his hand towards the plane.

“Very cool,” you admitted, and it was true. You might not have been into planes but this was something else. You felt a great sense of pride knowing that your boyfriend was protecting his country.

“Unfortunately we both can’t fly it because it’s a F/A-18E.” You looked at him, utterly confused but he quickly corrected himself, realizing that he was talking a completely different language to you.

“It means it’s a single, but Phoenix said we could borrow her and Bob’s plane, as long as we didn’t have sex in it.” He laughed as he watched your face contort in horror, “don’t worry, Darlin’ we won’t and anyway you know how much room I need when I make love to you.” You cringed inwardly at Jake’s awful attempt to seduce you. Honestly, this man always had sex on the brain. He helped you climb up into Bob’s seat before hopping into the seat in front of you. You picked at the ends of your gloves nervously as the plane began to move. Once you were out on the hangar Jake put the canopy down and you could hear his voice come through on the radio.

“Are you ok back there, Baby?”

“Yep, all good,” you tried not to sound too nervous, after all, you were excited to be in a plane with Jake. He’d told you so many times about the amazing sunsets and views so you were excited to see them for yourself.

You could feel your stomach churning as the plane picked up speed and you had to suppress a scream as you felt the ground disappear beneath you. You climbed higher and faster before you eventually levelled out. You could see the base far below you as you cruised above the clouds. Jake’s voice echoed in your ears but you barely heard him, too enthralled by the view.

“Jake this is incredible,” you whispered and could hear Jake laughing lightly.

“I told you it was worth it.”

The colours danced past you as you placed your hand up the glass in complete awe.

“I’ve always loved this view. It’s one of my favourite parts of the day, except for coming home to you, Baby.” He added and you could tell he was smiling.

“I love it, Jake.”

“I knew you would. I wanted you to be a part of something I love so much because… well… I love you, (y/n). It’s always been you. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to say it and I know now I seem like an idiot because it was so easy to say but… I was just scared. I was scared that after I said it that would be it and the magic would be gone and you’d want to leave.” You could tell Jake was starting to tear up slightly and you leaned forward the best you could, trying to gently touch his shoulder. Jake very rarely showed his emotions so this was a real breakthrough for him. He nodded as you reassured him and soon regained his composure. The rest of the flight was smooth, you finished your circuit of North Island before descending and back to base. You held your breath as the plane touched down and finally sighed with relief once Jake had parked it back in the hangar.

As the canopy opened, Jake hopped out, helping you down. As soon as your feet touched the tarmac you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, hugging him. “I love you, Jake Seresin. Thank you for sharing your world with me.”

Jake chuckled, placing a delicate kiss on your forehead.

“You’re welcome, Darlin’. Thank you for being in my world. I love you so much.” You wove your fingers into the hair at the base of his neck, pulling him down into a delicate kiss. Your lips met passionately and Jake’s hand trailed up your stomach, unzipping your flight suits.

“Seresin? Is that you?” You jumped away from Jake quickly, trying to compose yourself.

“Shit! It’s Cyclone. Quick. Quick. Go! Go! Go!” Jake pushed you out of the hangar, grabbing your hand as you raced towards Jake’s car, your clothes forgotten. Once inside the car you burst into a fit of giggles, nervously looking out the window to see Cyclone looking around the empty hangar.

“That was too close,” you whispered but Jake just hummed, his lips already attacking your neck. You tried to push him away. “No, Jake, we can’t. Phoenix said I could borrow one of the flight suits, not have sex in it,” you groaned.

Jake pulled away briefly, “she said we couldn’t have sex in her plane, she never mentioned anything about the uniform.” It was safe to say that you washed the flight suit three times before giving it back to Natasha, rather embarrassed, luckily she was none the wiser putting it back in the pile with the other spares, although knowing Jake’s big mouth you soon wouldn’t be able to look her in the eye.

“Sorry, Darling. I’m coming.” He flew down the stairs at a rate of knots, nearly slipping on the rug in the hallway, he looked a little flustered and you knew he’d been giving himself a pep talk in the bathroom mirror. When he came into view he stopped, taking you in. “Wow, Babe you look hot.” He gave you his signature smile, making you blush. You were wearing a new red dress that had a rather low-cut v-neck. You weren’t normally someone who wore sexy dresses but it was one of your impulse buys so you felt like you had to see it through.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” you poked at his chest that was clad in a black tuxedo. Jake always managed to look handsome, no matter what he wore.

“It’s all for you, Darling.” He kissed you gently, knowing you’d kill him if he messed up your makeup.

“Come on, we have to go. We should have been there an hour ago.” You huffed, frustrated at yourself for letting time run away with you.

“Well, it was worth it though right.” He cocked an eyebrow at you knowingly and grinned when you blushed again. Jake Seresin was your biggest time-waster ever but he was so worth it and he knew that. You pushed him out the front door and into the car. The drive to the party was short and you managed to get there within 10 minutes as traffic had been good. As soon as you stepped out of the car, you could hear the music blaring from inside the hall and a group of people mingled around outside chatting. You and Jake made your way through the front door and were greeted by your boss, who was ushering people inside.

“Oh thank god, you bought Jake, maybe he can help get people onto the dance floor.” Jake was famous for his dancing at your work's Christmas parties, as soon as he had a few drinks, he was gone. You knew his self-assured look was all a show, that he was scared out of his mind in this very public space but once he’d had a drink he settled slightly.

“Yes ma’am, don’t worry I’ll get them dancing.” Jake saluted your boss, causing her to laugh.

“I don’t know where you found him but I want one.”

You laughed, “I found him in Miramar. I hear there’s a pretty good Naval base there.” You laughed as Jake looked at you in mock hurt.

“Pretty good? I’ll have you know I am one of the best.”

You grabbed his arm pulling him away. “Ok Hotshot, let’s get your big ego a drink.”

At the bar, you ordered two glasses of wine before taking a seat at the table. Jake tapped his foot impatiently. He always came to social work events with you but he was always a little on edge like he was waiting for something to happen. You rested your hand on his knee comfortingly and gave him a small smile. Ever since the last mission, Jake had been more on edge, never quite able to settle.

“Hey, are you ok?”

“Yes Darling, it's ok.” He reassured you, he always hated that he was ruining your evening when you’d spend all your time worrying about him. You would always reassure him that he didn’t but the nicking feeling in the back of Jake’s mind always reminded him he was a burden.

“Love, do you want to dance?”

You saw his face light up excitedly. “Anything to have you close to me, Darling.”

He held out his hand and gave a small chivalrous bow. “May I have this dance, My Lady?”

You sat there for a moment, contemplating your options before placing your hand in his. “Certainly, My Lord.”

The pair took to the dance floor, an upbeat song was playing and Jake swung you around joyfully. You both laughed, immensely happy as you danced amongst your colleagues. When the song came to the end a slow song started, Jake pulled you close, resting his hand on the small of your back and burying his face into your hair, breathing you in. You felt his shoulders relax slightly and you placed a small kiss on his neck, as you swayed slowly.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing you gently. The song continued and people moved around you but at that moment it was just you and Jake, you were all that mattered in the whole world. When the song came to an end you pulled back to look at Jake, his handsome face lit up by the lights hanging from the ceiling, his blue eyes shining brightly. “How did I get so lucky.” You said, stroking his cheek with your thumb. He leant into your touch, closing his eyes and savouring the moment. “No, I think it's me that’s the lucky one.” He placed a chaste kiss on your lips and when he pulled away he had a light dusting of your red lipstick over his mouth. You giggled, trying to rub the lipstick off. You understood that some things that Jake had seen and experienced were difficult for him to process and talk about but having him there in your arms you knew that you’d be alright. That you’d make it together.

That was until you saw him again at Top Gun and all the feelings came rushing back. Watching him walk across that tarmac, blond hair gelled, aviators shading his blue eyes and his smile. That damn smile was what had gotten you into this mess in the first place. That smile was what landed you in his bed time and time again, tangled beneath the sheets in a daze. No. Not this time. This time you were here for a job and that was it.

Your optimism on steering clear of Jake didn’t last long when you ended up seated in the hangar together, along with the other aviators that had been called back for the mission. He hadn’t noticed you as you were sitting at the back, but Bradley had. He went to say something to you but you glared at him and he shut his mouth. He kept looking at you questioningly with those sad puppy dog eyes he had. You ended up pointing towards Jake before bringing your fingers to your lips to keep him quiet. He looked confused but then shrugged and turned back to the front of the class. He had his own problems to deal with, ‘Maverick’. You’d never met him but you’d heard Bradley complain about him enough that he felt like an old friend. The briefing was straightforward and you managed to dash out the back of the hanger and straight to your plane. You’d nearly made it there when you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Hey, Darlin’? Is that you?” Oh shit. You turned round on your heels slowly and could see Hangman jogging towards you. He had a confused look on his face. “What are you doing here?” He asked when he reached you, reaching out to hug you. You took a step back, raising your hand to stop him. “I’m here the same as you. For the mission.”

“Oh.” You could see the hurt on Jake’s face and instantly regretted everything. You did miss him, but it hurt too much to not truly be with him.

“Well it’s good to see you, you look good.” He gave you a weak smile before turning to head over to his own plane.

“Yeah, you too, Jake.”

Things had been going smoothly in training and morale had been good. After a day at the beach playing dog fight football, everyone felt more like a team and you truly felt like these people were your family. You’d managed to avoid Jake the best you could but it was starting to take a strain on you and everyone could see it, seeing the man that you loved every day made your heart break. You dragged yourself through the weeks trying to keep up your happy-go-lucky act until the Saturday night before the mission. Everyone had gone down to the bar for some downtime but you’d opted to stay on base in your small apartment. There were only so many times you could offer a fake smile before you broke.

You’d planned a quiet night, a simple dinner and to watch a film before turning in for a good night's sleep. It had been raining most of the day but it became heavier, and you could hear the rumble of thunder in the distance. Tucked up under the blanket with a full belly, you began flicking through Netflix trying to find something to watch. “Why are there so many damn romcoms on here?” You mumbled to yourself when there was a loud knock at the door. Who the hell could that be? The knocking became louder and more persistent.

“Alright! Alright! I’m coming,” you called, huffing in frustration as you headed to the door, still wrapped in your blanket. When you opened the door it revealed a very wet, very miserable-looking Jake Seresin.

“Jake…” you stuttered. “What… What the hell are you doing here? Why are you…? Jesus, come in before you drown out there.” You grabbed his soggy sleeve, dragging him through the door. He stood there shivering in your hallway as you ran to grab a towel, discarding your blanket as you went. You came back, swiftly wrapping it around Jake’s shoulders and dragging him into the kitchen, boiling the kettle and preparing a hot chocolate for him. You both remained silent as you worked, Jake perching on one of the bar stools, watching you intently. You passed the steaming mug into his cold hand and he gave you a small smile.

“Jake,” you said softly. “What are you doing here?” The urge to run your hand over his cheek was so strong that you had to dig your nails into your palm, keeping yourself grounded.

Jake remained quiet for a while, sipping on his drink. “I had to see you.” He said plainly, trying to control his shivering. Your face softened and you reached out, taking his free hand in yours and squeezing it gently.

“Oh, Jake. I…” you began but Jake continued.

“It’s my fault. I should have treated you better. I never truly realized how much you meant to me until I came home and you were gone.” Tears began to stream down his face and he sniffled pitifully. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” You pulled him close to you, wrapping your arms around his neck, not caring that the rain was soaking through your top.

“I’m so sorry I left, Jake. I just… I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t keep seeing you and spending nights with you and not be with you. God that makes no sense but Jake I need all of you or none of you. My heart can’t take it.” You were crying too now and you could feel Jake’s grip on you tighten, placing a gentle kiss on your temple. “Hey Darlin,” he whispered your callsign nervously. “Baby?”

“Please don’t call me baby if you don’t mean it.” You sobbed. “Please Jake, don’t.”

He pulled back slowly looking into your eyes sorrowfully, he wiped his thumb across your cheek and leaned into your touch.

“I need you. I want to be with you completely. I want you to be the first person I see in the morning and the last person I see at night. I want you with all your quirks and your best parts because I know you’ll accept all of mine. I love you and I should have told you that every single day.”

You began to cry harder, clinging on to the man in front of you as if he was giving you life.

“I love you, Jake.” You sobbed and you felt all the tension leave him. He let out a small laugh, holding onto you tightly, relishing the moment.

“I love you,” he pulled you back, crashing his lips into yours. The kiss was messy and passionate and full of all the feelings that you needed to share. His hand snaked around your back, pulling you into his lap and you groaned at the contact. You ran your hands through his blond locks, pulling gently and he groaned into your mouth. You did it again, rocking your hips gently against him, he bit down on your lip hissing softly. “I swear if you keep that up I won’t be able to hold back.” He warned, holding onto you firmly to stop your hips from moving.

“Then don’t, Jake. Don’t hold back.” He growled into your neck, hoisting you up by your thighs and you wrapped your legs around him. Jake continued to trail soft delicate kisses over your neck as he moved you down the corridor.

“Hang on, wait,” you pulled away quickly, looking at him worriedly. “I don’t want you to catch your death. Why don’t we move this to the bathroom? I don’t think we’ve ever had sex in the shower before.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him suggestively. Jake laughed, pulling you closer to him.

“Yes ma’am.” He swung the bathroom door open and carried you through.

That night you reconnected in the most intimate way possible, bodies pressed together in a moment of passion, tangled limbs and bruising kisses.

When you woke up the sun had already begun streaming through the thin curtains at the window. The clock read 8:30 am and you stretched sitting up against the headboard. You turned and could see Jake’s naked frame peeking out from under the cover, his blond hair a mess and the tanned muscles of his back rippled as he breathed gently. You smiled watching him as he slept peacefully, he’d never looked so beautiful as he did right then in that morning glow. Setting delicate kisses over his shoulders, you felt him stir gently beneath you but you didn’t stop, placing a trail down his spine to the top of his boxers. He groaned slightly beneath you, rolling over and meeting your eyes. He grinned at you a little sheepishly. You’d never seen Jake acting shy before.

“Good morning,” he mumbled quietly, his morning voice husky and low as he inched towards you and burying his head in your neck. Laughing softly, you ran your fingers up his bare back, enjoying the feeling of his skin under your fingertips. He hummed, enjoying your touch. You kissed the top of his head. “Good morning handsome.”

You weren’t sure what else to say, he’d never stayed more than a few hours after sex before. It felt bizarre and yet strangely comforting. Jake must have agreed because he pulled you closer, nuzzling into your hair and inhaling deeply. “Let’s just stay like this forever.” You sighed in agreement. This moment right now was perfect and you didn’t want to get out of bed and lose it all.

“Jake?” You asked cautiously, turning your head to look at him. He stirred, rolling over to face you. “Yes…?”

“Will you promise me something?”

“Anything.”

You sighed, “promise me we will be like this forever. Promise me we will do this properly this time, I don’t think I could stand to lose you again.”

Jake nodded quickly, “I swear to you Love that I will never leave you again, never in a million years. You are my everything.” He pulled you down towards him, kissing you softly. You molded into him like he was purpose-built for you. Jake’s hands began to roam over your back and you let out a soft moan.

“How about I show you how much you mean to me?” Jake whispered between kisses. You whimpered in response and that was all it took for Jake to pin you beneath him again. Maybe this reunion wasn’t as bad as you had thought.