#rooster fics

Unbeknownst to Bradley, you’d had a massive crush on him for months. You had been friends with the mustached pilot for nearly three years. He was an amazing friend, and in that department, you couldn’t ask for more. The only issue that you had was that apparently, Bradley was blinder than a bat. No matter how hard you tried or how obvious you made it, Bradley never picked up on your crush on him.

Normally, you wouldn’t mind that your feelings remained a secret, however; your feelings had reached the point where you knew they weren’t going away anytime soon. The only option left was to try and tell Bradley how you felt.

Painting one of the roses on your nails, Nat weighed in on the situation. “He’s an idiot.” Her choice of words had you stifling a giggle, receiving a playful glare when your hand twitched. You murmured an apology as she continued. “The only way he’s gonna realize how you feel is if you’re straightforward about it.”

A groan bubbled out of your chest. You hated confrontation. Surely if Bradley was smart enough to be in the top one percent of all naval aviators, he was smart enough to realize your feelings for him. Right?

“I know, I know,” You started, “I just wish he could open his eyes for once.”

“Maybe if he shut his mouth for once his eyes would have some room to work,” Phoenix muttered, knowing exactly how stubborn the pilot was. The two of you descended into giggles as Natasha finished off your nails.

Before you knew it, the two of you were in your car, blasting music as you drove to the hard deck. Jake had organized a night out for the group, and the two of you certainly weren’t ones to pass on a fun night out with friends. As Natasha hadn’t hesitated to point out, maybe you would finally get the chance to tell Bradley how you felt.

You pulled into the parking lot and parked beside Jake’s truck. The two of you hopped out and headed into the bar, already plotting what interesting drink orders you could try and get Penny to make this time. The second you stepped into the bar, you were greeted loudly by the group of aviators. With large smiles, you and Phoenix joined the group and were quickly pulled into whatever idiotic story Jake was telling. Unsurprisingly, your eyes quickly found Bradley.

Phoenix pretended that she couldn’t see how your stare lingered on your coworker. While you knew that Phoenix knew, you were oblivious to the fact that Jake and Bob had also figured out your little secret. Natasha forbade them from saying anything or trying to persuade Bradley into doing anything stupid. God only knows that if they told that fool to make a move on you he’d find some way to mess it up.

As Jake rambled on about some hilarious incident from his recent vacation back in Texas, you couldn’t help but imagine what would happen if you told Bradley the truth. Honestly, you were tired of wasting time. You didn’t want to miss out on anything anymore. Even if Bradley didn’t feel the same, you needed to know. At least then you would be able to move on knowing that nothing could ever happen between the two of you.

Natasha’s elbow in your side pulled you out of your depressing thoughts. She fixed you with a knowing look, leaning over to whisper in your ear as the rest of the group dispersed at the end of Jake's story. “Tell him,” she urged you quietly. “We both know that he’ll never figure it out on his own.” And with that, you mustered up all the courage that you could before disappearing into the crowd to find Bradley.

Suddenly, Bob and Jake popped up over Natasha’s shoulder. “Twenty bucks says the dumbass still finds a way to screw it up.” Bob and Natasha hummed in agreement.

By the bar top, you were just about to call out to Penny to ask where Bradley was when you spotted it; a brightly coloured Hawaiian shirt and a pornstache that could put all the rest to shame. It took a couple of minutes of maneuvering through the intoxicated crowd, but eventually, you were standing right behind him. At the soft tap on his shoulder, Bradley spun quickly, surprised to find you standing there.

“Hey Bradshaw,” you started, “There’s something I need to talk to you about.” He nodded for you to continue. “I just wanted to tell you that-” Before you could finish your sentence, you were interrupted by some blonde winding her arms around his shoulders and peppering kisses up the side of his neck. Your words died in your throat as you started at the scene in front of you. Bradley didn’t even try to push her off. You felt sick to your stomach.

Noticing the tears welling in your eyes, the blonde smirked. “Sorry, did I interrupt something?” She sounded innocent, as if she didn’t know exactly what she was doing by trailing her finger across his chest and sucking a mark into the skin of his neck. You could only shake your head, feeling bile rise in your throat. The room suddenly seemed hot; you were desperate to find a way out of there. Before you knew it, you were shoving your way through the crowd and out the door of the bar.

With the blonde still clinging to his side, Bradley looked around the room in confusion. He met Natasha’s stern gaze and instantly knew that he had screwed it up somehow. Bradley huffed and pushed the blonde off of him, rolling his eyes at the scoff she let out. Then he was following after you, leaving the chaos of the bar behind him as he chased you into the parking lot. “Hey!” He called out, hand grasping your wrist. “What the hell is your problem?”

You jerked your wrist out of his hand and spun to face him angrily. Your face was hot with anger and Bradley could have sworn he saw steam coming from your ears. Despite all this, he could see tears welling in your eyes. “My problem?” You seethed, stepping dangerously close to him and jabbing a finger into his chest. “My problem, Bradshaw, is that you’re ignorant enough to let that- that slut hang off your arm without a care in the world!”

It killed you to see him standing there with her, but what was worse than all of that, was the fact that he didn’t care in the slightest. It’s not like she was someone he was seeing; she was just a random face in the bar. Somehow, that made things worse to bear.

Bradley scoffed and dismissively shoved your finger away from his chest. “Why the fuck do you care?” You could only stare at him, searching for the words he wanted to hear. “That chick had nothing to do with you, and you know that so what the fuck is your problem?” He paused, his words cutting deep as you searched for a response.

Behind him, the bar door opened revealing Jake, Bob, and Natasha. They watched silently as you continued to rip into each other.

“You know what, you fucking dick?” You were close to him once more; so close that you could smell the alcohol on his breath. “You are the most ignorant, self-absorbed person I have ever met.” With each accusation, you drove your finger into his chest harder, despite his attempts at brushing it off. “You are so wrapped up in your own bullshit that you don’t even notice who you’re hurting!”

You had never spoken to him like this before. Sure, there had been little arguments here and there, but the rage that he saw in your eyes now was something new entirely. A single, angry tear dripped down your face. “You don’t think about anyone besides yourself! You certainly don’t care about them. And believe me, Bradshaw, you have made that more than obvious.”

The pilot in front of you scoffed once more, having no retort for your deep jab at his character. Of course, he cared for the people around him, and for you to suggest otherwise was, in his mind, unfathomable.

However, you didn’t stop there. “You are absolutely unbelievable! You are so oblivious it’s painful, Bradshaw. You must have your head stuck up your ass to miss every single hint I’ve been giving you for months!” You paused for a moment, waiting for Bradley to interject.

He didn’t, refusing to believe anything you said to be true. There was no way that you could have feelings for him. Was there?

He shook his head in annoyance. “You still haven’t answered my question,” he pointed out, hating how easily you were able to sidestep it. “Why the fuck do you care who I flirt with?” His voice was loud, even scaring those watching from the front steps of the bar. Bradley figured that you were probably having a bad day and had taken your anger out on him. Even though he hoped that this wasn’t the case and that you actually did care about who was flirting with him. It was wishful thinking; to imagine that you would ever see him as anything more than an annoying friend. He was sure of it.

You could only groan angrily with tears still tracking down your skin. “Jesus, Bradshaw, because I love you, you fucking idiot!” It was as if time stood still. That was what it felt like as you watched Bradley process the reality of the words that you had just shouted at him. No movement came from the pilot in front of you; the only sign of life being the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

He couldn’t believe what he’d heard. There was no way it could be true. There was no way that a kind-hearted, sweet girl like yourself could ever fall for anyone as messed up as him. To Bradley, the mere idea of you having feelings for him was unfathomable.

For months, he had watched you from afar, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. He slowly began to learn what you loved, from your favourite song to sing along to when you were drunk at 2 am to your favourite flavour of ice cream. Bradley learned what made you laugh until your stomach hurt and what made you cry until your cheeks were stained. He knew every little thing about you but he never acted on it, in fear that you would never feel the same. To know that all this time, you had feelings for him as well, was surreal.

The deafening silence grew between the two of you, moving until it encompassed the bystanders waiting in front of the bar with bated breath. Continuing to stare at the pilot, your mind was running a million miles a minute. What had you just done? Sure, the two of you were arguing, but that was no reason to bear your true feelings to the man. What if he didn’t feel the same? You were convinced that this had to be the case when he refused to move a muscle.

“Bradley,” you whispered, nerves showing through the shake in your voice. “Please, say something.” Your mind plagued you with thoughts of the worst-case scenario. You were fully expecting him to turn around and storm off, refusing to ever speak to you again. With tears filling your eyes once more, you pleaded one last time. “Bradl-”

Your eyes widened as Bradley cut you off in a way you would have never expected. In one fluid, sudden motion, Bradley had lunged toward you, his lips moulding softly with yours. His hands cradled your waist, holding you as if you were a delicate flower. You could have sworn you heard yourself squeak but honestly, you were too overwhelmed to tell.

As Bradley continued to kiss you gently, your eyes fluttered shut. You became lost in the feeling of his hand caressing your side. His pinky finger slipped under the hem of your top, drawing a light gasp from your lips. The kiss deepened as Bradley pulled you towards him by your waist and as your hand worked into his soft curls at the base of his neck.

A soft giggle slipped past your lips as that familiar pornstache that you were used to making fun of was now tickling your upper lip. The pilot smiled into the kiss at the feeling, pulling back to rest his forehead against yours lovingly mere seconds later. “Does that answer your question?” He whispered, causing more giggles to flow from your mouth. You could only nod, still starstruck by the actions of the man holding you.

For the second time this evening, you were close enough to the pilot that you were able to smell his breath. While the faint scent of alcohol was still present, you were now able to pick up the familiar scent of your strawberry lip gloss. One glance at his parted lips was enough for you to see the slight pink hue that your lip gloss caused him.

There was a lovestruck smile on his face; a stark contrast to the anger shining in his eyes merely twenty minutes ago. Admiration shone in his eyes as he looked down at you. While he knew that he never stated it clearly, he was in awe of the wonderful woman that you were. As he thought about how perfect you were, guilt for the way he spoke to you before began to eat at him.

He cleared his throat, needing to make amends for his actions. “Seriously, though,” He started, eyes softening as he recalled the events from earlier. “I’m so sorry for how I acted earlier. What I said was completely uncalled for and out of line.” The corners of your mouth twitched up in a forgiving smile as you reached up to stroke the corner of his mustache with your thumb. Bradley wrapped you up in his arms, rocking the two of you softly. “I love you so, so much, baby girl.”

Your hand trailed from his soft cheek to the back of his neck as he shifted the two of you, fingers once again threading through the short curls. Warm, ocean air breezed past the two of you as Bradley held you close. Behind you, the sun was setting beautifully over the ocean. It painted the parking lot with a soft, pink glow. No matter how many sunsets you had seen before, for some reason, this one was the most beautiful. It was almost as if the beauty of the sunset reflected your feelings for each other. Despite the rocky road that it took you to get here, no moment had ever seemed as perfect as this one.

Unsurprisingly, your moment of bliss was quickly interrupted by the other aviators waiting at the steps of the bar. Your friends gradually made their way closer, unable to contain their questions and comments any longer. You felt Bradley sigh into the skin of your neck before he kissed it softly, causing butterflies to swarm in your chest. With your head still tucked into his chest, you felt a blush begin to creep up your neck at the realization that your friends had likely watched the whole event unfold. Despite the flush in your cheeks, you still made eye contact with each of them, dreading the inevitable bombardment of questions that were bound to come.

Even as you stood in front of your friends, ready to explain the rollercoaster of a scene they just witnessed, Bradley’s arms remained wound around your waist. His thumb moved over the bare skin of your side softly, leaving goosebumps in his wake. “No need to explain.” Nat offered with a reassuring smile. She could sense that you were hesitant to have to explain it all so quickly. Plus, she knew that she would get the details soon enough.

Together, Bob, Jake, and Nat offered you their congratulations before turning to head back to the bar. With his arm still around your waist, you and Bradley follow your friends in sync with each other. Your still-rosy cheek rested against his broad shoulder.

Jake wasted no time in collecting his winnings from the previous bet, pumping his fist in the air as Bob and Nat each handed Jake a 20. In the back of your mind, you briefly wonder why they handed him the cash in the first place. Once the five of you re-entered the air-conditioned comfort of the bar, Jake turned to you and Bradley, announcing that drinks were on him with that familiar, shit-eating grin on his face. That alone should have been enough to tell you that there was more to the story than you suspected.

Despite the weariness in both yours and Bradley’s minds, if Jake was offering to buy your drinks, who were you to turn it down? Just as you were about to take a sip of your beer, Bob piped up. “He bet you’d screw it up,” He quipped, grinning at the mixture of betrayal and shock written on Jake’s face that instantly took over his previous cocky expression. Within seconds Bradley had smacked his arm. While he was slightly annoyed that Jake had bet against him, he was more upset about the fact that he allowed Jake to win.

Bob and Phoenix continued to laugh at Jake’s dejected expression as you and Bradley watched fondly. The aviator pulled you into his side with gentle movements and your head fell onto his shoulder the second you were snuggled up against him.

In a state of bliss, you allowed your eyes to slip shut. You could only savour the feeling of being held in the arms of the man you loved. Tucked into Bradley’s side, you couldn’t think of anywhere else you would rather be. Turning his head, Bradley pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, which caused a glowing smile to blossom on your face. A giggle escaped you at the feeling of his mustache tickling your skin, leading to a smile mirroring your own taking over his sculpted features.

Sure, it had been a rocky road to get here, but you would do it all over again if it meant feeling like this for a moment longer. You loved Bradley, and it brought you more relief than one could ever imagine to know that he felt the same for you.

Simply put, you were ecstatic. Ecstatic that you no longer had to keep your feelings a secret. Ecstatic that you could see a future blossoming between you and Bradley. Despite not knowing what that future held, you were positive that you and Bradley would be together for a long, long time to come.

However, one thing was for certain; Bradley Bradshaw was the most oblivious man you knew.

how could he not? in your eyes, he was still the best pilot you've ever flown with. last time you saw him, there was an unspoken thing between the two of you. yes, you'd made out a couple of times behind the bar when you had one too many drinks, but nothing more had happened.

you thought you'd matured enough after that. when you were training at top gun, you were young, full of life and you loved to go out every weekend. you'd changed after that.

but seeing rooster in one of his signature hawaiian shirts stirred something in you.

he caught your eye, and smiled at you. but your eyes are on someone who came in right after him. a face you thought you would never have to see again.

immediately, your chest tightens and you feel like you can't breathe. you freeze for a split second before you're getting up, abandoning the drink phoenix had just brought you from the bar.

all of your instincts scream at you to run, to get the hell out of there.

you mumble a quick 'catch you later.' at phoenix before you bolt and make for the back door.

rooster, seeing you freeze up when he came in, frowns and walks over to phoenix and hangman to ask them what happened. but they're just as confused as he is.

meanwhile, you're outside. you half walk, half run to your car.

normally you would never drive after having this many drinks, but the adrenaline in your body is making you act before you can think it through.

there's no way he can be here. no way.

he'd already ruined so much for you. he did not get to ruin your time back at top gun. he certainly did not get to poison your good time by being there.

before you know it, you're driving away. you don't even process where you're going.

your hands are shaking so you grab on tighter to the steering wheel. suddenly you're crying and your breathing is irregular. the tears in your eyes blur your vision as you pull up to a house.

you fully break down.

your entire body is shaking and you can't stop crying. even though you got away from the bar, your body is still high on adrenaline, in full flight mode.

it's dark outside and you've lost all sense of time when someone knocks on the window your car. you jump up, thinking it's him.

but when you rub your eyes and take a closer look you see it's rooster.

he's got a worried look on his eyes and opens the door of your car.

'hey sunny.' he says.

'hi rooster.' you say in a hoarse voice.

'I would have given you a ride if you'd asked, you know.' he says.

you frown, looking around you. you then recognise the house you drove to. it's not your own place, as you had thought. it's rooster's. you'd spent many nights there laughing and having drinks with your friends.

apparently you drove there out of instinct.

'come on, let's get you inside.' says rooster, reaching out and turning the engine off. he takes the key, unbuckles your seatbelt and offers you a hand.

you grab it, wishing you weren't still shaking so bad. if rooster takes any notice of this, he doesn't let it show.

rooster unlocks the door and takes you inside. he pulls you to the kitchen and makes you sit down. he places a glass of water in front of you and then takes a seat as well.

'some timing we're both back at top gun, huh?' he says. 'can't wait to see what they have in store for us. it seems like they got the best of the best.'

you're silent as you sip your glass of water, the adrenaline slowly leaving your body but you're still shaking.

'it makes sense you're here, and phoenix. just sucks hangman is there as well. I always had to get used to being around him and his bad sense of humor.' says rooster.

'aren't you going to ask?' you say.

'ask what?' says rooster.

'why I freaked out that bad.' you say.

rooster shrugs. 'looks like you're still pretty shaken up after that panic attack.' he says.

you lift your head to meet his eyes.

'what, you think I don't know a panic attack when I see one?' he says. 'besides, it's not my place to ask.'

a wave of gratitude washes over you. maybe this is why you drove here without realising it, you knew he wouldn't pressure you into anything. a part of you regrets not asking him out for drinks all those years ago.

'there was a guy who came in right after you.' you say.

'you don't have to tell me.' says rooster.

'it's alright.' you say. 'you deserve to know why I showed up at your doorstep all freaking out like that.'

'yeah, I don't.' says rooster. 'you don't owe me anything.'

'but you do.' you say. 'my instinct brought me here, rooster. I thought I was driving to my own place. but I wasn't. you make me feel safe. even after all these years. so, yes, you deserve to know.'

rooster is silent as he lets your words sink in. he was just glad he found you instead of some other random pilot. but the thought that he makes you feel safe, warms his chest.

'I was still at top gun, teaching the new students. you were already away on assignment.' you say. 'phoenix was still there. she doesn't know. that guy that came in, tried really hard to get me to go out with him. but he wasn't my type. far too loud and arrogant for my liking. but he kept pressing on, said we'd look perfect together. even when I explicitly told him I would never go out with him, he kept finding me. one night, I was at the bar just having a drink on my own. I had a rough day, a close call during a training flight. suddenly he was there, claiming I was waiting for him. he tried kissing me, I pushed him away, but he just tried again. said I shouldn't deny my body's needs. it took two other pilots who stumbled upon us to get him away from me, but not after he had already kissed and touched me a couple of times. I just didn't think I would ever have to see him again.'

rooster doesn't say anything for a moment. 'shit, y/n, I can't imagine what that must feel like for you.' he says. 'to get back to top gun and having to see that guy again. did you tell anyone about it?'

you let out a chuckle. 'no point in doing that.' you say.

'why not?' says rooster. 'that was abuse.'

'it'll be my word against his. all he has to say is that I was tipsy. and besides, it happened years ago. nobody cares.' you say.

'I do.' says rooster. 'what's his name?'

'I'm not giving you his name.' you say.

'but-' 'no, rooster.'

instead of pressing on, he nods. 'okay. then tell me what I can do for you.' he says.

you smile at him. 'you're already doing it.' you say. 'sitting here, listening to me, offering me a glass of water and a safe environment.'

rooster smiles back at you and reaches out to lay his hand on top of yours. the feeling of his hand on yours warms your heart.

'do you want to stay here tonight?' he says. 'I'll change the sheets and you can take the bed, I'll sleep on the couch. I won't feel too good about you going home and be alone for the rest of the night after all of this.'

you smile again and feel a tear in the corner of your eye. rooster looks alarmed.

'was it something I said?' he says.

you quickly squeeze his hand. 'no, rooster, no.' you say. 'of course not. it's very kind of you to offer me a place to stay. but I won't have you sleep on the couch of your own home. I'll take the couch, if that's okay with you.'

'and I won't have a lady spend the night on the couch.' says rooster.

'it's fine.' you say. 'you take the bed, I insist.'

'we'll be here all night if I keep saying no, am I right?' says rooster.

'probably.' you chuckle.

'alight.' says rooster. 'let me see if I have some sweats and a shirt you can wear.'

that night, you sleep on rooster's couch. his scent lingers on the shirt he gave you. the adrenaline has worn off, and you realise how tired you are.

it doesn't take you long to fall asleep. after all, you feel safe here.

Now, you were riding shotgun in Bradley’s blue Bronco. You were on the way back to his house. His fingers were intertwined with yours as he pulled up to the sidewalk. Your boyfriend pressed a kiss to your knuckles as he shut the truck off. Hopping down, he rounded the front of the truck and opened your door for you.

The two of you walked hand in hand toward the door. The house that he, Mav, and Ice were staying in had light blue siding and a large white front porch. There was an American flag hanging from the roof of the porch and a large elm tree in the middle of the unfenced yard. Ever since Carole passed a few months ago, Mav and Bradley had been staying with Ice.

You were quiet as you slipped into the darkness of the house. The two of you giggled quietly as Bradley led you up the stairs and into his bedroom. The sound of the door clicking softly behind you mixed with your laboured breaths was all that could be heard in the tiny room.

Tonight was finally going to be the first time that you and Bradley had sex. And while Bradley had some experience in this field, you had no idea what you were doing.

Bradley’s hands settled on the side of your face as his lips moulded together with yours. You melted into the kiss, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth when it traced the seam of your lips. A quiet, high-pitched whine escaped you as his tongue tangled with yours.

He pulled away a few seconds later, laughing quietly as his forehead knocked against yours. “You gotta be quiet baby.” There was a sheepish smile on your face as a blush crept up your chest. Mav and Ice were right down the hall. You didn’t need them to hear anything of what was about to happen.

Suddenly, Bradley’s mouth went bone dry at the sight of you sinking onto your knees. You stared up at him as you brought one hand up to palm him through his jeans. He tossed his head back in a moan as you squeezed him softly.

Your boyfriend was panting when he looked back down. Slowly, you started to pull the zipper of his fly down. Then, as if you were teasing him, you popped the button on his jeans before dragging the material down his legs. That left him standing in front of you in nothing but his boxers. The sight made your mouth water.

With wide eyes, you glanced up at Bradley. He nodded encouragingly and sucked in a sharp breath when you began dragging his boxers down his legs.

His cock slapped against his stomach as you pulled the fabric down. There was a look of concertation on your face as you reached a hand up and gripped the base of his dick. It was one that Bradley had seen so many times before, usually when you had your nose hurried in a book. This time, however, was much less innocent.

You began moving your hand up and down his length, stroking him until he was fully hard.

By the time you were satisfied, there was a few drops of precum leaking from the head of his cock. The tip was an angry red colour. The whole time your hand was moving over him, you had been transfixed by the sound of his desperate moans and whimpers.

Bradley noticed the hesitant look in your eyes as you stared at the way his hips bucked in desperation. His hand settled against the soft skin of your cheek. “It’s okay, honey. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

You instantly began shaking your head. You wanted this.

Sucking in a shaky breath, you steeled yourself before tentatively wrapping your fingers around his cock once more. You gripped him firmly, leaning forward until your breath was ghosting across his tip.

When Bradley felt your puckered lips press a soft kiss to the crown of his cock, he had to stop himself from cursing aloud. You slowly began to grow more confident. Eventually, you were licking a stripe up from his balls to his tip, slipping the plush head inside your mouth afterward. That time, Bradley did curse.

You began suckling on the first few inches of his cock. You hollowed your cheeks as you began bobbing your head up and down, trying to recall any tips or tricks you had heard from your friends.

Bradley groaned above you, head tossed back against the door as his hand wove into your hair. A surprised moan vibrated from your mouth and through his cock when he tugged on your roots. Your tongue traced the vein on the bottom of his cock as you pushed yourself further and further down him until you were gagging around his length.

A choked gasp escaped him as he pulled you off his length. Bradley was panting as your hand continued to move slowly up and down his shaft. There was a devilish look in your eyes as your hand trailed down to his balls. You grinned as you squeezed softly, rolling them around in your hand.

“Get up, Honey,” His eyes were hooded, pleasure clouding the now-dark irises. You obeyed, standing before him as his hands gripped your hips. Harsh enough to leave bruises. You slipped your shirt over your head, grinning at the way Bradley’s eyes were focused on your tits. Your breath caught in your throat at the intense look in his eyes when he made eye contact with you. “I’m gonna make you feel real good.”

You allowed Bradley to lead you back toward the bed. Your knees hit the back of the bed, causing you to fall onto the soft sheets. Bradley knelt between your spread legs. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach at the hungry look in his eyes.

Before you knew it, Bradley was slipping your shorts down your legs. Your breathing grew heavy as he began peppering kisses over the supple skin of your thighs. He kissed his way up to your center, leaving delicate purple marks in his wake.

Soft moans escaped you as he began to press gentle kisses over your clothed cunt. The cotton slowly soaked through.

Bradley looked up at you, eyes silently asking if you were sure about this. When you nodded your head softly, he grinned. Seconds later, the fabric was being dragged down your legs slowly. Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his tongue trailing up the inside of your thigh.

The next thing you knew his lips were wrapped around your clit, causing your hips to buck wildly off the bed. You moaned loudly. Bradley's eyes darted up to yours, a cocky smirk on his face. “You gotta be quiet, baby.” He reprimanded you gently.

Over the course of the next few minutes, Bradley ate you out like a starved man. He had your legs thrown over his shoulders, one hand gripping your leg while the other pinned your hips to the bed.

You did your best to control your moans, even going as far as biting your own hand to keep yourself quiet. Bradley’s tongue laved over your dripping hole. A high-pitched whine fell from your lips at the feeling of him slipping his tongue into your hole.

You could feel the pressure building in your lower stomach. The feeling kept building and building, so much so until you couldn’t hold back any longer. Just as you were about to fall over the edge, the feeling disappeared completely. “I want to cum around me.” His words alone we’re almost enough to send you over the edge.

He slowly crawled up your body, hands skimming gently over your soft skin. His hard cock brushed against your lower abdomen as he settled on top of you. You grinned up at him and he gave you a reassuring smile in return.

Bradley pressed a plethora of kisses to the side of your neck. Pleasured gasps tumbled from your mouth as your back arched off the bed. “Condom,” You moaned out. “Bradley get a condom.”

Feeling his body weight disappear for a few seconds, your eyes fluttered shut as you waited for him to return. When you felt the bed dip beside you, a flush began rising up your chest. Your eyes opened slowly, taking in the sight of Bradley kneeling above you, fisting his cock slowly. You moaned at the sight, watching as he rolled the condom down his length.

Nerves filled you as Bradley lowered himself onto you. “You ready baby?” You nodded, sucking in a shaky breath as he ran the tip of his cock through your folds. When it swiped over your clit you let out a sinful moan. Bradley groaned at the sound.

He stared deep into your eyes, reassurance shining through. Slowly, inch by inch, he eased himself into you. Your lips parted in a silent scream, suddenly overwhelmed by the intrusion. Bradley lowers himself down, cradling you to his chest as he whispered sweet nothings into your damp hair.

Before you knew it, Bradley was seated balls deep inside of you. You panted harshly at the stretch, eyes screwing shut at the foreign feeling. “Tell me when.” Your boyfriend's voice was low and raspy as he fought his hardest to restrain himself. You were clenching so beautifully around him that he almost lost it the second he slid in. You nodded distractedly, willing the slight discomfort away.

After a few minutes, you nodded softly. “Please just,” You murmured quietly, still trying to catch your breath. “Just be gentle.” Bradley smiled down at you. You knew that he would, you just needed to remind him.

Bradley began slowly rocking into you, only slipping out a few inches before pushing back in. You moaned at the feeling, eyes rolling back as his tip brushed against a spot so deep inside you it made you want to cry.

The only sounds that could be heard in the small bedroom were the sounds of yours and Bradley’s joint moans mixing with the sound of skin slapping on skin. Your boyfriend's hips rutted into yours quickly, drawing cry after cry from your parted and cracked lips.

Dropping his head into the crook of your neck, Bradley let out a deep groan at the feeling of your wet cunt clenching around his cock.

The feeling from earlier returned. You could feel the hot white pressure building, a coil tightening more and more with each of his sharp thrusts. You hardly noticed the way his pace grew sloppy. His warm breath fanned across the skin of your neck as you arched off the bed.

The sound of Bradley letting out a high-pitched whine had you gripping his cock like a vice. “Please Bradley,” You begged breathlessly. “‘M gonna cum,” Bradley nodded, eyes screwed shut as his hand drifted down to your core. “Fuck!” You exclaimed at the feeling of his fingers circling your clit in tight, precise patterns.

That coil was winding tighter and tighter, right up until one final nudge of his cock against that little spongy spot inside you sent you falling quickly over the edge. Bradley followed close behind, hot spurts of cum filling the condom as your cunt milked him dry. He continued to rock into you, working the pair of you through your intense highs.

He stilled inside of you a few seconds later. The pair of you continued panting as you wound your arms around his back. You stared up at the ceiling, a blissed-out grin on your face. you were so glad that you and Bradley had finally done that. All the nerves and worries from earlier had disappeared completely once Bradley first slipped in.

That blissed-out smile soon turned into a wince when he slipped out of you. He crawled off of you and dropped the used condom into the trash can. Bradley disappeared to the washroom. You followed on shaky legs. Bradley stood in front of the toilet, finishing his business before stepping over to the sink.

You sat down on the toilet and shot him a lazy grin. Once you were finished you flushed the toilet, cringing slightly at the sight of blood in the bowl. You had heard that that could happen but it didn’t make you any more comfortable.

Hand in hand, you and Bradley made your way back toward the bed, collapsing onto it in a fit of giggles. You snuggled together under the covers, your head resting on Bradley’s sweaty chest and his arm tucked under your shoulders.

Your eyes slowly fluttered shut, the post-sex haze making you feel sleepy. You tucked yourself under Bradley's chin, snuggling into the crook of his neck. “I love you, baby girl,” You heard him whisper. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer into his warmth. “Please don't ever forget that.” You hummed quietly, murmuring something along the same lines. Your words were slurred as you allowed sleep to pull you under.

“I love you too, Brad.”

The roar of Mav’s motorcycle was what woke you up in the morning. You stretched with a yawn, frowning when you felt the empty bed. You sat up, blinking quickly as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. There was an orange glow streaming through the bedroom window and a quick glance at the clock told you it was just before 6 o’clock.

You got dressed slowly, guessing that Bradley and Ice were sitting downstairs having breakfast. However, the house was eerily quiet. Usually, when you stayed the night, you were woken by sloppy kisses being peppered across your face or the sound of Maverick and Ice laughing downstairs.

As you headed down the stairs, you continued to grow confused. You couldn’t even hear the scraping of utensils against plates. You rounded the corner into the kitchen, eyebrows furrowing when you found Ice sitting at the counter alone. He had a note clutched in his hands.

“Ice?” The sound of your voice caused his head to whip up. There was a sadness in his eyes, one that suddenly made you question why Mav sped off so fast this morning. “What’s going on?”

You sat down across from him, eyes the paper in his hand suspiciously. “Morning kiddo.” He had a sad smile on his face.

Worry grew in the pit of your stomach. “Where did Mav go? And,” You paused, glancing around the room in search of your boyfriend. “Where’s Bradley?” Ice almost didn’t want to tell you what happened.

He sighed, glancing between the note and your curious and oblivious eyes. “Look kiddo,” The Capitan started. He really didn’t know how to explain it to you in a way that wouldn’t destroy you. Honestly, he wasn’t sure that that was possible. “Just, just read this.” He handed the paper to you. It appeared as if had been crumpled and balled up multiple times. There were dark spots that you guessed had come from tears.

The letter was addressed to you and Ice. You found it odd that there was no mention of Mav. As you read through it, any hope that you had that everything was going to be okay died. It was from Bradley, explaining that due to the recent actions of Maverick, he couldn’t stand to live anywhere near Ice or Mav. He didn’t want them to have any say in what he did with his life. Nowhere in the letter did it explain why he wanted that.

“So,” You choked out, staring at the letter as you spoke to Ice. “What is this supposed to mean?” You stared at him, hands beginning to shake and tears welling in your eyes.

The older man stared at you with sympathy. “Bradley left last night,” A sob bubbled out of your chest. “Oh honey,” He cooed, pulling you into his chest as you cried. “Mav did something stupid and Bradley decided to leave,” His hand moved up and down your beck softly. “It’s not your fault.” He promised quietly.

You pulled back, breathing fast and hiccuping as you tried to calm yourself down. “Please Ice,” you practically begged him. “Please tell me that you’re kidding?” There was a sad smile on his face. You broke down into tears once again. “No,” You gasped out. You could feel your heart pounding on the inside of your skull. “He wouldn’t leave. Not after last night.” The reminder of what happened last night froze you in your tracks.

How could he do that after what happened last night? he knew how important that was for you. Apparently, it didn’t mean as much to him. Out of all the ways that you would have guessed this morning would go, either eating breakfast with your boyfriend’s makeshift family or sneaking out when no one was looking, you never thought that Bradley would have disappeared in the middle of the night. You never imagined waking up to find out that your boyfriend had left you without a goodbye after the night that you had spent together.

You had been there for him when Carole passed, holding him for weeks after he dealt with the loss of his mother. And now, he couldn’t even say goodbye or explain to you why he was leaving. There was hardly even a mention of you in the note he left. You thought that you at least meant a little more to him than that.

“What happened last night?” Ice’s question drew you out of your daydream. You shook your head. You felt as if you were going to be sick. Before Ice could stop you, you were rushing to the backyard, pacing around the deck as you sucked in laboured breaths.

The sliding door closed softly behind you, alerting you to the man's presence. Ice took a seat on one of the chairs, patiently waiting for you to explain why you were suddenly so distraught.

A humourless laugh escaped you. You couldn’t even begin to feel embarrassed about what you were about to admit, too consumed with a mixture of worry and betrayal. “We slept together last night. For the first time.” It was hardly a whisper and in the background noise of Miramar waking up, it was almost drowned out completely. And yet, Ice still heard you loud and clear. He heard the tremble in your voice as you spoke and he saw the way your hands shook.

Ice remained silent, watching as you stopped pacing. You set your hands on your hips, staring out over the fence at the rising sun. With a sigh, the Capitan stood from his seat and walked over behind you. “I just can’t believe he would leave.” You whispered brokenly. Bradley meant the world to you. It sucked learning that you didn’t mean enough for him to stay.

The pair of you stood on the edge of the deck in silence, Ice’s arm wound around your shoulders as he tried to comfort you. “I know,” He whispered. “I’m so sorry.” Tears fell down your face in steady streams as you came to terms with what happened.

Bradley had left. And as you stared at the orange hue tinting the sky, you knew that he was never coming home. You didn’t even get to say goodbye to him. Ice held you as you cried, wishing that this was all just a bad dream.

You spent the rest of the summer trying to move on from Bradley. It didn’t work, you knew it wouldn’t, but you couldn’t deny the small sliver of hope in your mind that one day Bradley would come home. He never did, and so, in the fall, you boarded a plane for Texas. Ice had dropped you off. He saw the distant and longing look in your eye. The spark that had once been there had now died.

While you were away, you and Ice kept in contact. You hardly spoke to Mav. Ever since Bradley had left, the man that had once been like a father to you wanted nothing to do with you. Ice could have told you why but honestly, you didn’t want to know. Bradley hadn’t even bothered trying to contact you. You didn’t know whether you appreciated that he stayed gone, or if you resented him for ever leaving in the first place. Even if you didn’t want to admit it, you knew it was closer to the second option.

Years later you graduated law school and went on to become a lawyer. Time went on and eventually, you didn’t think of Bradley every day. There were some days when the memory would pop up again, reminding you of all the pain you left behind. Each time it happened, you wished that you could forget everything about that small town. But, you could never be able to forget Bradley Bradshaw. After all, he was the first man you ever loved.

a/n: Thank you all so much for reading! I hope everyone enjoyed this as much as I loved writing it ☺️ requests are open.

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The pilot was trying as hard as possible to keep an innocent expression on his face, but Jake and Natasha could see right through it. “Nothing,” Bradley tried to brush it off. He spun back around and grabbed his drink, almost spitting it out when he found your eyes on him. You smiled at him and giggled quietly at his shocked expression. Jake patted him on the back harshly, causing him to choke on his drink. Natasha raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow with an expectant look. “Please just drop it.” Bradley pleaded with the pilots.

Jake took a seat next to him. “Go talk to her,” He urged. Bradley immediately began shaking his head. There was no way in hell that he was going to let Jake Seresin convince him to go talk to you. Sure he wanted to, but that didn't mean he was going to let Hangman make him. Plus, you looked like you were having fun with your friends. He didn’t want to disturb you. “If you don’t, I will.” That instantly made Bradley freeze. Before he could stop him, Bradley was watching Jake walk across the bar. He groaned as the blond pilot leaned up against the counter next to you.

He spent the next few minutes watching as Jake tirelessly flirted with you. It was like torture. Bradley hated the fact that he let Jake get away with that. Now, he was forced to sit there and watch you laugh along with him while sipping on your drink. Jake was lucky that Bradley hadn’t burned holes in the side of his head from how intense his gaze was. If looks could kill, Jake would be six feet under.

Every once in a while you would glance over at Natasha and Bradley. Seeing The mustached pilot pouting into his beer made you want to laugh. This time, however, when you glanced over you met Natasha’s eyes. The two of you shared a small smirk before you returned to your conversation with Jake.

Unbeknownst to Bradley, Phoenix had known you since the two of you were teenagers. You and a couple of your friends had flown down to spend the next few weeks with Nat. So, when she saw Bradley making eyes at you for the past few nights, she hatched a brilliant plan. The only thing she needed to complete her plan was Jake's cooperation. After a little persuasion and the promise of multiple free rounds, Natasha convinced him to play along. Now he was standing on the other side of the bar, whispering meaningless words in your ear as you laughed along.

When you smiled up at Jake, Phoenix was pretty sure she saw steam come out of Bradley's ears. She was confident that Bradley had a heart attack when you pecked Jake’s cheek. A few seconds later you left, heading toward the bathroom. The cocky pilot removed himself from his relaxed position on the bar and moved back to Natasha and Bradley. “And that’s how it’s done.” With a harsh glare, Bradley slipped his sunglasses on and tossed some cash onto the bartop. He could only offer Phoenix a forced smile when she sent him a sympathetic look. She wanted Rooster to pull his head out of his ass, but that didn’t mean she wanted to hurt him.

You left the bar a few minutes later. Within the next twenty minutes, you were home and changed into a pair of comfortable pyjamas. Once you settled on the couch with your hair thrown up into a messy bun and the remote in your hand, you planned on not getting up until you headed to bed. Your plan was soon interrupted by a knock on your door.

Cautiously, you stood from the couch and moved toward the door. The last person you were expecting to see when you opened it was Bradley Bradshaw. “Bradley?” You stepped aside to let him in. As he walked passed you, you noticed his dishevelled appearance. It looked as if he had run his hands through his hair hundreds of times. “What are you doing here?” You barely noticed him suck in a breath before he spun on his heel.

Before you knew what was happening his lips were on yours. Once the initial shock wore off, you allowed yourself to get lost in the kiss. Your hands tangled in his messy curls as his fingers dug lightly into your hips. Seconds later he pulled back, breathing heavily. You gasped quietly for air as his forehead rested against yours. “I’m sorry,” He choked out quietly, warm breath fanning across your face. “I just had to know.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Had to know what, Bradley?” You could see the worry swimming in his brown eyes. You had never been this close to him before. So close that you could count every speck in his eye, trace the scars on his cheek and neck. You were so close that you could see the way his eyelashes fluttered against his cheek as he blinked.

His hands were still on your hips. You sucked in a quiet breath when his fingers tightened protectively. Almost as if he was scared that you would slip away. “How it felt.” He was studying your face, memorizing every freckle and blemish as his eyes drifted across your skin.

“And?” You whispered. The pilot's mustache twitched as he smiled gently. The way his lips curled up made you feel safe and secure. Suddenly his smile was your favorite sight. It was better than any sunset or sunrise you had ever seen. Nothing seemed to come close to how you felt when he flashed you that comforting smile.

Your eyes darted between his eyes and the dimples that slowly appeared on his cheeks. Then your eyes finally settled on his lips. “Now I know that I was right,” He murmured. His own eyes were fixed on your lips, causing your breath to stutter. “I love you so much.” You would have gasped had his lips not crashed onto yours once more. A quiet moan escaped your lips causing Bradley to groan into the kiss. His lips worked against yours gently, conveying every ounce of love into the kiss.

When you pulled away a few seconds later your lips were swollen lightly. Bradley nipped your bottom lip as you pulled away. He smirked at your wide-eyed expression. “I love you too,” You spoke quietly. His thumbs drew delicate patterns onto your hips. You could see the way his eyes lit up at your words. “So much.” Your last words were nothing louder than a whisper. But Bradley heard them loud and clear.

He grinned widely as his arms wound around your body, pulling you snug against his chest. You sighed as you heard the comforting sound of his heartbeat under your ear. Allowing your eyes to flutter shut, you relaxed into his hold. Bradley’s lips pressed a series of gentle kisses to the top of your head. A tiny smile rose on your face as you kissed the space beside his heart. You would need to have a talk in the morning, but for now, you were fine with things just the way you were.

As if the older man could sense his desperation, Maverick made his final notes quick and bid the class goodbye. Rooster was quick to leave the room. He rushed to the locker room and changed quickly.

In mere minutes he was in his truck, pulling out of the parking lot and rushing to his house. He made the dive very quick, most likely breaking numerous laws in the process. He pulled into the driveway, jumped from his truck and ran up to the door. The door was already unlocked, meaning all he had to do was yank it open and rush inside. “Amelia?” He frantically called out. His wide eyes glanced around as he moved through the living room.

Moments later he could hear loud cries coming from the kitchen. “In here Rooster,” He entered the room seconds later, looking around until he found Amelia and his daughter. She was seated at the kitchen table, rocking the small baby back and forth to try and soothe her. Bradley cooed softly before moving to take her from the young girl's arms. The baby continued to cry even in her father's arms. “I’m not sure what’s wrong. I’ve tried everything.” Amelia spoke up, gesturing to all of the baby items littered across the table.

Bradley only nodded, gently swaying his daughter to try and get her cries to stop. When they only got louder Bradley sighed. Ever since her mother had walked out a few months ago, Bradley found that his daughter was only growing more and more restless. Some days it seemed that without her mother, his daughter was almost inconsolable. “It’s alright, Amelia. Thank you.” The girl only smiled at him. She moved to collect her belongings and pack them into her bag.

Just as she was finishing packing up, there was a knock on the door. Bradley’s daughter began crying louder. Amelia moved to open it, allowing Bradley to try and comfort his daughter. He could hear the door open and suddenly the house was quiet save for the cries of his daughter. Bradley waited for Amelia to return, half expecting it to be some random door-to-door salesman. However, when he saw Maverick walk into the kitchen with Amelia trailing behind him looking somewhat anxious, he realized he was extremely mistaken.

The young girl smiled at him as she grabbed her bag. Bradley mouthed a thank you one last time before she disappeared from the room. He could hear the door close behind her seconds later. His eyes moved to the man standing in the middle of his kitchen. Maverick’s eyes were focused on the small bundle in Bradley's arms. His eyes were wide and his lips were parted, a look of shock painted across his face.

Bradley cleared his throat, causing Maverick’s eyes to dart up to his. “I didn’t know you had a daughter.” The older man spoke, his voice slightly raised to be heard over the crying baby. The pilot nodded, bouncing his daughter in his arms. Ever since the uranium mission the two of them had been working toward rebuilding their relationship but his daughter was very important to him. He had decided that he was going to wait and tell Maverick when the time was right. It seemed as if the universe had decided that now was the time.

Still standing in the doorway, Maverick watched as Bradley struggled to calm his daughter. He was just about to move to reward when he hesitated. While he wanted to help Bradley calm his little girl, he didn’t want to overstep. “If you want,” The older man started, taking a small step forward. “I can help?” It ended up coming out as more of a question than a statement, Maverick’s hesitancy carrying through his voice. Bradley glanced up at Maverick before nodding slightly.

Maverick took that as his cue to move forward. With the younger pilot's permission, he scooped the little girl from his arms and started rocking her back and forth. Bradley watched as the older man adjusted his daughter in his arms, moving her so that she was in a position to burp her. Groaning, Bradley tipped his head back and stared at the roof. How could he have missed that? In only a few minutes the baby had burped, instantly ending her cries.

Bringing the baby back into a cradled position, Maverick began walking around the kitchen slowly. Bradley led him out of the kitchen and into his bedroom where her crib was set up. Once they were in the room, Maverick set the baby down into her crib and turned on the mobile above her. That instantly seemed to peak her attention, her wide eyes focusing on it as it spun. The both of them watched as her eyes slowly drifted shut, her small lips parting as she finally fell asleep.

They headed downstairs, Maverick trailing after the younger man as they headed back into their kitchen. “Want something to drink?” Bradley questioned. Mav nodded, mentioning something about a water as he sat at the table. The younger pilot returned a few seconds later with two glasses of water. “How did you know to do that?”

Chuckling quietly, Maverick sipped his water before answering. “That’s what we did for you when you were her age,” Bradley sat in stunned silence until Maverick spoke again. “Your dad showed me how to do it one day when you were being particularly fussy.” Mav laughed at the memory. That brought a smile onto Bradley’s face.

They both sat in silence for the next few minutes. That was until Bradley spoke up. “I’m sorry for not telling you about her,” Maverick could only shake his head. He understood why Bradley never said anything. He had seen the stress that Carole had when she was raising Bradley without a father. Now her son was raising his own daughter by himself at a much younger age. He couldn’t imagine how hard it must have been for him. “Really I was. It’s just hard without her mom around.’’

Nodding, Mav took a sip of his water before speaking. “You know kiddo,” He started, drawing Bradley’s attention with just those first few words. “If you need help I’ll always be here for you.” Bradley could only smile. He fought his hardest to not let himself cry, although he found it hard with all the emotions he was feeling. It was nice to hear that his father figure would be there for him and his daughter. He always had fears that he was going to end up just like his father. That he was going to end up dying while on duty, leaving his daughter to grow up without a father. Considering the fact that her mother had walked out on them, Bradley was all that his daughter had left. He had made a promise to her that she would never have to find out what it is like to grow up without a father. A promise that he intended on keeping.

“Thank you for your help today Mav,” Bradley smiled at the older man, finishing off his cup before setting it on the table. “And I’m glad that you’re gonna get to be a part of her life. I’m sure she’s gonna love having her grandpa around.” Now it was Maverick’s turn to try and hold off tears. He could only return the younger man's smile. Bradley was right. He was really looking forward to being a part of her life.

Once you had finished up in the bathroom you returned to find your husband sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He grinned when he saw you, mustache lifting up slightly. You could only offer a small smile in return, the pain migrating into your lower back with each step you took. When you reached the bed you were ready to collapse into it, prepared to spend your husband’s day off cuddled up with him in bed. You could have cried when you saw the large red stain on your side of the bed.

Bradley instantly noticed the shift in your demeanor. The tears that lined your lashes that weren’t there a moment ago caused his eyebrows to draw together. His eyes followed your down to the large spot on the white sheets. The pilot cooed softly, instantly understanding why you were so emotional. He climbed out of bed before making his way over to you. Winding his arms around your waist, his chin rested on your shoulder as he hugged you from behind. He pressed a kiss to the side of your temple. When he offered to clean it up for you, you instantly began protesting, insisting that you could do it yourself. “It’s okay, honey,” He murmured against the shell of your ear. “Let me help you.” The low timbre of his voice was almost enough to lull you to sleep while standing. You nodded softly.

Your husband directed you to the couch. He pressed a kiss to your forehead as he laid you down before heading back to the bedroom. You lay comfortably on the couch, waiting for him to come back. You would be damned if you weren’t able to spend today cuddled up with Bradley. You decided that the couch would just have to do for now. Your eyes fluttered shut as you settled into the cushions. When you heard the telltale sound of the machine turning on, you smiled quietly. It seemed as if there was nothing that Bradley wouldn’t do for you. The thought almost made you want to cry. Stupid hormones.

Moments later you could hear his footsteps as he entered the room. Slowly, he made his way over to you before sitting on the coffee table in front of you. When you felt his thumb begin to trace delicate patterns into the soft flesh of your cheek, your eyes fluttered open slowly. “Hi honey,” He murmured quietly. “How’re you doing?” You leaned into his touch, causing him to grin softly.

“The cramps aren’t as bad,” You spoke quietly. Bradley’s fingertips began scratching your scalp, causing your eyes to flutter shut once more. He muttered something along the lines of ‘that’s good’ before you spoke again. “But now my back really hurts.” Your husband cooed at you softly. Before you knew it, Bradley was motioning for you to turn over. He helped you maneuver onto your tummy, careful not to put too much pressure on sensitive areas. Then, his thumbs began needing into your lower back, putting a delicious amount of pressure right where you needed it. You let out a loud, satisfied groan as he worked the knots out of your back. Bradley could only grin.

You stayed like that for the next ten minutes. Your head was buried in your arms while your husband continued to work his thumbs into the sore spots of your back. When you let out a particularly loud groan, Bradley dug his fingers in harder, applying a perfect amount of pressure while not hurting you. Over the last few years, Bradley had perfected the ability to work out every sore spot on your back. Needless to say, you were eternally grateful for it. By the time he finished, you had lost track of time, losing yourself in the glorious feeling of his skilled fingers pressing into your skin. Now he was simply rubbing your back softly, hands moving up and down in a soothing manner.

Moments later he tapped your hip, pulling you from your dream-like state. He seated himself behind you, arms winding around your waist and large hands splaying across your lower stomach. You instantly sighed in pleasure at the relief that came with his warm hands. It constantly amazed you that Bradley was practically a furnace. In moments like this, however, you would never complain. His body heat enveloped you, casting a cozy feeling over both you and your husband. His lips met the shell of your ear as he spoke quietly. “Get some sleep pretty girl,” If you weren’t so instantly tired, you would have swooned at the pet name. “I’ll be here when you wake up.” He murmured, pressing one last kiss to the spot behind your ear as he allowed his eyes to flutter shut.

You settled in, enjoying the lack of cramps. This was exactly how you wanted to spend your day. Bradley was curled up behind you, his soft breaths ghosting over your neck softly. You could hear him begin to start snoring softly as he allowed himself to relax with you, content in spending the day doing nothing else but spending time with his wife. You relaxed back against him, smiling slightly as his arms tightened around you subconsciously. One of your hands settled on top of his, tangling your fingers together as you finally allowed the temptation of sleep to pull you under.