Crimson (N.R. Drabble)
A/N: For the anon who requested She by The Blaze. Hope you like it!
A heavy grunt leaves your lips as you incapacitate yet another mercenary. Your head whips around in search of more enemy combatants in your vicinity when (y/e/c) eyes catch sight of a vision of crimson beauty gracefully weaving through flying bullets and swinging limbs.Â
A hand raises to clutch at your stomach as a kaleidoscope of butterflies demand to make themselves known deep within you. Breathless, you can do nothing but stare at the Russian assassinâs intricate bloody dance. Your eyes, glued to every movement of her lithe muscles, refuse to blink in fear that the angel of death before you might disappear should you lose sight of her even once.Â
âThinking about helping anytime soon or are you just going to stand there catching flies?â She grunts with a smirk.
Shaken from your reverie, your limbs automatically jump into action. Muscle memory takes over and you grin. Back to back with the love of your life, you move as a single unit. In perfect sync, your enemies donât stand a chance and soon, thereâs nothing left but a pile of unconscious bodies littering the floor around you.
âWell... that was fun,â you break into a wide grin as you turn to face your girlfriend.
She rolls her eyes but steps closer to you.Â
A gloved hand rubs gently against the side of your cheek, wiping away stray droplets of blood that have no right to mar your features.
âYou and I have very different definitions of fun, Lyubimiy.âÂ
You raise an eyebrow, eyes nearly glowing in adoration.
âOh? And what would your definition be?â
A cheeky smirk crawls onto the redheadâs face.
âThis.â
All cognitive thought melts away at the touch of her soft lips against yours, and suddenly, your world is enveloped in crimson once more.










