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You hear heavy footsteps going through the house, almost immediately after you rang the doorbell. For a second you almost regret agreeing to this. Jack is your best friend, he has been for the last 20 years. You were the first one he came out to. Of course you did suspect that he was gay. He was always a good looking guy, and a lot of girls wanted him, but he never acted on it. So you had your suspicions. But you never told him. He'd come out to you in his own time, and you didn't want to push. It wasn't until he met Brock, that he had to reveal his secret. Brock was the love of his life, and a really great guy. They deserved this. You never hesitated when they asked you to do this. But now, standing here, with a bottle of red wine in your hand, hearing Jack's footsteps approaching the door. You can't deny that you have some second thoughts. 

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- So, YN? What do you think?

Jack asks. You look from Jack to Brock, and then back to Jack again. 

What should you answer? You look at them again. They both look at you with anticipation. And you can see in their eyes that they want you to say yes. 

- Listen, YN, if you feel this is too….

Brock starts, but you cut him off. 

- Yes! 

You say, without even thinking. 

- Yes?

Jack asks, placing his hand over yours. 

- Yes, Jack! I'll do it. You'll be great parents. I want to help you. Do you have an appointment at the clinic?

You ask, looking at Jack again. He slowly removes his hand from yours. Clears his throat. 

- Err.. Yeah… About that…

Jack starts, looking down on his hands, drumming his fingers together. 

- We can't afford that… So…

He continues. 

- We kinda hoped you'd be open to like…

Brock takes over. Trying to look you in the eye, but you can see that it's hard for him. 

- To what?

You ask, narrowing your eyes. 

- Doingitthenormalway!

Jack says, fast, without even taking a breath. 

- The what?

You ask, reaching for his hand, trying to offer some comfort. 

- Err.. We kinda wondered if you'd…

Brock enters the conversation again, dragging his hand over his face. 

- If I'd sleep with you?

You ask, with a hoarse voice. You feel your heart beat a bit faster. 

- Err.. Yeah..

Jack says again. Trying to look at you. 

- Which one?

You ask, looking at both of them. How long have they been thinking about this? 

- Err.. Both of us?

Jack says, looking at Brock, before he looks back to you. Brock gives you a tiny nod. 

- B… Both… Of you?

You croak. Jack looks at you, nervously biting his bottom lip. 

- Yeah.. I… We both checked ourselves, we're perfectly healthy, and there's nothing wrong with…

He gestures to his crotch. 

- Your swimmers?

You ask, sending them both a little smile. 

- Yeah.. Nothing wrong with those..

Brock speaks again. 

- You don't have to answer right away. Just think about it, okay?

Jack tells you. Tugging his lips up in a nervous smile. 

- Err.. Would you even be able to do it? I mean with me? Aren't you both….

You say, letting the sentence die out. Can gay men even get a hard on with a girl? 

- We're both, all three of us going to be there. I don't think that'll be a problem…

Brock says, pleading you, with his eyes, hoping for you to say yes. 

- Don't you care who's it is? I mean, if I sleep with both of you…

You start, but Jack cuts you off. 

- It'll be ours. That's all that matters. And we both want you to be the mom. There's no one else we want for that role. 

Jack says, gently taking your hand in his, squeezing. 

- Okay!

You say. Squeezing Jack's hand back. 

- Okay?

They both say, at the same time. Smiling wide. 

- Yeah.. I can do that…

You say again. Unsure if you actually CAN do it. But you want to help them. They're your best friends, and they will be great parents. 

- Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!

They both say, giving you a hug. You hug them back. 

- So, when did you think we were going to do this?

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That was three weeks ago. You do want to do this for them. But you've never been with two guys at once before, and on top of that, both Jack and Brock are gay men. You don't even know if they've ever been with a girl before. 

The cerulean blue front door opened, and the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked bread wrapped around your senses, sweet and yeasty. 

- YN! 

Jack greeted you, pulling you into a hug.

- Jack!

You squeaked as his big arms surrounded you. You barely got the bottle of wine moved in time. 

- Come on in, Brocks out back finishing up on the grill. 

Jack said, before he stepped aside, allowing you entrance to their home. 

You’d been there many times before, but it never ceases to amaze you how beautiful their two-story home is. The further you got into the house, the stronger the mouth-watering fragrance got. You weren’t surprised Jack loved to cook; he always whipped up something spectacular in the kitchen.

- Something smells amazing

You commented, handing Jack the bottle of wine. Before peeling out the sliding glass door that led to their fantastic backyard, Brock stood dutifully in front of the grill. 

Brock was perfect for Jack; he’d brought out the best in your friend. The missing piece Jack had no idea was missing; you were thankful he was operating the grill. Now Jack could cook the most delicious and tender roast you’d ever tasted, sweet curry that left a slight tingle on your tongue. But the man should not grill to save his life; gone were the days of dry steaks and burnt burgers.  

You sat at the rectangle-shaped dining room table; Jack handed you a glass of wine. The smokey, red currant flavor danced across your tongue.

- Oh hey, YN!

Brock greeted you as he walked in the door with a plate of steaks. He leans over and places the plate on the table, simultaneously kissing your cheek in greeting. 

It doesn’t take long for the table to be set, seared, juicy cuts of meat, a steaming plate of golden delicious sweet corn, a bowl of broccoli salad with thick, crispy chunks of bacon, fluffy baked potatoes, and golden brown, butter airy homemade rolls. Your mouth starts to water at the sight; Brock stands up, reaches across the table, grabs your plate, and fills it with a little bit of everything. 

- Here ya go, YN 

He says, placing the load plate before you as Jack tops off your wine glass.

The steak is seasoned just right; it’s so juicy and flavorful that the steak sauce isn’t needed. You scoop a bite of the broccoli salad, the creamy dressing for the tiny bits of crunchy fresh broccoli, the sharpness of the cheddar cheese, a touch of sweetness from the dried cranberries, smokiness from the bacon, the spiciness of the red onion, all balanced out. The corn was sweet with a soft butter flavor, and the rolls were by far your favorite, light, yeasty, buttery, and slathered with cinnamon butter.

- Wow, you really went all out on this one.

You say, closing your eyes, to really take in the taste. 

- Yeah? Well, only the best is good enough for the future mother of our child!

Brock replies, taking a sip of wine. 

You eat and drink for a while, talk about everything and anything. Just like you always used to do. Like a normal dinner. But you know it's not. This isn't a normal evening. 

When you're done eating, you help to clear the table. You feel the nervousness welling up in you. Will you be able to do this? Have Jack or Brock even been with a girl before? Are you going to watch them do stuff to each other? How should you react, if that happens? You never took an interest in what other people do in their own bedrooms. But now, you can't help but think about it. 

- Hey, YN! You ok?

Jack asks, gently rubbing your shoulders. 

- Yeah…

You reply. Taking a breath. 

- I'm just…

You continue. But you can't seem to find the right words. 

- We should probably talk about this. 

Jack says, guiding you over to the couch, and hands you another glass of wine. 

Jack sits down next to you, and not long after, Brock sits down on the other side of you. 

- We want you to feel completely safe, YN. So if you don't want to…

Brock starts, but you cut him off. 

- It's not that. I just have a couple of questions. 

You say, quietly. Looking from Brock to Jack. 

- Fire away! What do you want to know?

Jack asks, letting his hand rest on your thigh. 

- How…. How are we going to do this? 

You ask, swallowing. 

- You mean having sex?

Jack asks, jokingly. 

- Have you been with a girl before?

You ask again. Jack shakes his head, while Brock nods. You look at Brock. 

- How was that for you?

You ask. Probably a stupid question. But if you're going to do this, you feel like you need to know. 

- It was….. Different. 

Brock replies. Looking at Jack, as to make sure he doesn't hurt his feelings. 

- Were you… I mean…. Did you penetrate her?

You're usually pretty open about your sexuality, but this situation makes you nervous. And you feel that you should use nice words. 

- I was inside of her, yes!

Brock replies, with a little smile. 

Jack gets up, and you can almost feel Brock tense up. They're sweet. Not wanting to hurt each other's feelings. Maybe they are just as nervous as you are. 

- Let's move this into the bedroom!

Jack says, offering you a hand. You take it, and at the same time, you feel Brock taking your other hand; before they both guide you into the bedroom. 

You sit down on the bed, Jack and Brock do the same. Then you nervously drum your fingertips together. Jack places his hand on your shoulder; gently and carefully put a bit of pressure on it. 

- Why don't you lie down?

He tells you, and you do. Lie down on your back, with Jack on one side, and Brock on the other. 

- Want to tell us what you like?

Jack asks, placing a kiss on your neck. 

- Mmmmm.. That!

You answer, surprised about how good this actually feels. You move your head, to give Jack better access to your neck. Brock slips his arms around you, lifting you up in a sitting position, leaning your back against him; you can feel him taking off his shirt. Jack keeps kissing your neck, and you can feel your lower belly clenching, and your wetness flowing. 

You can't take it any longer, you grab your shirt, getting it off you. Brock opens the clip on your bra, and before you know it, you're down on your back again; Jack and Brock softly playing with your breasts. You close your eyes, as they both let their lips touch your skin. 

- Mmmmm… Ahhh..

You let out a breathless sigh as you feel two pairs of hands caressing your body. Your head lolls back, eyes slipping close, surrendering yourself to their touch. Someone’s hands, you can't tell now, are massaging your breasts as the other slides into your skirt, cupping your sex. You whimper as lips press into your neck and teeth tease the sensitive skin at your pulse. 

- You like this?

Brock husks into your skin. 

- I think she does, baby; she's so wet 

Jack chuckles roughly.

- Mmmm huh...

You answer, afraid to speak, afraid your voice would give out. 

You get lost in the sensation of hands and lips touching, caressing, licking, and sucking. Your blood is buzzing in your ears, making you feel dizzy. It's almost too much; it's intoxicating being between them. 

Their lips leave your body, and you frown slightly at the lack of attention. Brock’s hand on your breast starts massaging again as Jack’s finger rubs your clothed cunt; you open your eyes, blinking through the lusty haze. 

They lean into each other, lips pressed together in a sweet kiss; Brock licks along the seam of Jack’s lips. The blonde whimpers opening up for his husband as Brock dips his tongue in tasting the other man. The kiss turns dirty and fierce; it's hands down one of the sexiest things you've ever witnessed. Jack’s finger presses hard against you; you buck your hips feeling wonderful pressure against your swollen pussy. You bite your lip, moaning as you continue to watch.

- Want to join in?

Jack asks. You can feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest. 

- Mmmhmm..

You reply; before your lips meet theirs. Holy shit! This is amazing. Their tongues gliding over yours, your tongue between theirs. Soft, wet, sexy. You feel the need to open your eyes, to watch this unfold; but it just feels too damn good. 

Hands roaming over your body, soft moans escaping all three of you. Your bodies rubbing together, grinding against each other. 

- Ngsh.. Fuck!

You breathe out, as Jack's fingers slip into your underwear, and glides down your wet folds. 

- Want to taste her, sweetheart?

Brock husks, removes the rest of his clothes; as Jack removes yours, as well as his own. 

- You ok, with being on all fours?

Jack asks you, with a playful, yet lustful smile. He doesn't have to ask twice. That is one of your favorite positions. If the angle of the guy is correct, this is the best way to do it. At least orgasm wise. You arch your back as best you can, to give Brock better access to you. You don't know how many times he's done this. Hell, you don't even know if he ever penetrated Jack. Do gay men actually do that, or is that just something people tend to think? 

You don't get to finish that line of thoughts at all; before Brock enters you. Slow and careful, and Jack lies down and crawls under you. Aligning his face with your pussy, looking up on Brock penetrating you. Fuck! This is hot. You always thought Brock was hot. But he was gay, so you never thought about him this way. And Jack, well Jack had been your best friend for the last 20 years or so. You NEVER thought about him like this. Not until now. Jack is undoubtedly hot. And his cock, standing proud, right here in front of your face. It's beautiful. 

- Like what you see, sweetheart?

Brock breathes out behind you, slowly, agonizingly slowly moving. 

- Oh, yes, baby! Fuck, yes!

Jack answers under you. You can feel his breath on you. Fuck, how you want to hear him moan. Hear them both moan. 

You slowly lean down, careful not to move too fast, so you'll lose the feeling of Brock inside you, massaging your walls with every agonizingly slow movement. You let your tongue glide over Jack's erection. Slowly from base to tip, before you swirl your tongue around his tip. The taste of preecum hits your tastebuds right away. You slowly lick your lips. 

- Yes, Angel! You do that! Taste him!

Brock's voice behind you. Horny as fuck. And you don't blame him. This feels like sex herione, and you're unsure if you can live with doing this only this one time. You carefully close your lips around Jack, before you slowly start to bob your head. 

- Oh, fuck!

Jack moans under you; as he moves one of his hands up between your legs, letting it glide over you; before he focuses on Brock's balls, caressing them. 

- Shit, sweetheart! Oh, fuck!

Brock moans, thrusting harder. 

- Want to taste her, Jack, Sweetheart?

Brock continues, letting one of his hands glide up your back. 

- Oh, yes baby, please!

Jack answers, and Brock pulls out of you; still keeping his hand on your back. You feel Jack adjusting under you, and even if you can't see; you know that Jack is tasting you off Brock. Fuck you need to see this. You move slowly, careful not to ruin the sight you're about to see. You turn around, and your eyes meet Brock's; before you move them further South. 

FUCK!

Screw the kiss, this is by far the sexiest thing you've EVER witnessed. Jack on his back, swallowing Brock's cock down like he was starved for it. Like you're hypnotized by your two best friends pleasing each other; you move closer. 

- Oh, fuck, sweetheart.. Feels so good..

Brock moans out, as he reaches out for you, gently grabbing some of your hair, bringing your face up to his; devouring your lips in a filthy kiss. Moaning into your mouth, as Jack keeps taking him down. 

You can't help but open your eyes, and look down on Jack. You can't even begin to describe how sexy this is. It's better than any porn you've ever seen. 

- Fuck..

You silently breathe out. 

- Yeah… You like that, Angel?

Brock asks you. You move your hands down his upper body, until you feel Jack's face. 

- Want a taste?

Brock continues; without even answering, you sink down, letting your tongue glide around the parts of Brock's cock, that aren't inside Jack's mouth. You're more turned on than you have ever been before. You can almost feel your juices pouring out of you. 

Brock gestures for you to get on top of Jack. You carefully do so. But when you're about to sit down on him, you remember that Jack told you he'd never been with a girl before. Is he a virgin? At least penetration wise. Asking that question now, will surely ruin everything. So instead of asking, you decide on being careful. Gently grabbing Jack's cock, guiding it to your entrance. The second the fat head breaches you, Jack makes a sound from the back of his throat. Sounds like a good sound. But you still tense up a bit. 

Brock slowly pulls away from Jack; before he leans down for yet another filthy kiss. You slowly let yourself sink further down on Jack, slowly and carefully, until you're fully seated. 

- Fuck, Angel!

Jack breathes out, letting his hands glide up your thighs. 

- Yeah? You like this?

You ask, rolling your hips. 

- Oh, fuck, Angel. So soft!

Jack moans. You love this. Him moaning, Brock watching, as he strokes his fat cock. You start to move more aggressively. And wiggle your hips a bit, in the hopes that Jack'll hit that sweet sensitive spot inside. 

- Ahhh, ahhh.. Shit, fuck!

Jack almost screams the words. Then he plants his feet down on the mattress, grabbing your hips, and starts to fuck up into you. You let out a breathless moan, as you almost fall forward; meeting Jack's lips in a needy kiss. 

- Need to taste you baby!

Jack moans out; then he once again takes Brock's cock down, as he keeps fucking up into you. You can't possibly hold this. The sight of Jack sucking Brock like this, and the sensation of him fucking up into you. 

- Ahhhh.. Fuck me!

You scream out; before you take part in the lip, tongue and mouth work on Brock's cock. You're so turned on, you need to feel something rubbing against your swollen kissed lips. 

- Oh, fuck, Sweetheart! Let her taste me! Do it together!

Brock breathes out over your head. You feel the urge to look up at him. But what you're doing feels too good, so you continue. Letting your tongue glide up and down Brock's shaft, occasionally Brushing over Jack's tongue. Fucking hell, this is it. You're going to cum, and you're going to cum hard. You can feel it in your entire body. 

- Oh, fuck, shit.. Fisskh.. 

Jack moans, as he thrusts into you, in an unsteady rhythm, grabbing your hips with his big strong hands. You squeeze your legs around him, your whole body is shaking. Your pussy spasming around his fat cock. 

- Oh, fuck Angel! Gonna cum!

Jack moans out, before Brock steals the sound from his lips. The sight of them kissing, the feeling of Jack's last deep thrusts inside, before he paints your walls, the sound of Jack moaning into Brock's mouth. It all pushes you over the edge. And you let pleasure take over. You almost lose your balance, your body sways forward; lost in euphoria. Brock's strong arms prevent you from falling all the way down. 

You untangle yourself from Jack; lie down on your back. Brock comes over to you; let his hands glide from your ankles up to your knees, then he spreads your legs seductively. Leaning down; giving you a long, torturously slow lick. 

- Oh, fuck! Brock!

You moan; your head lolls back, your hands grabbing the sheets. 

- I can taste you on her, Sweetheart!

Brock tells Jack. 

- You're so fucking sexy right now, baby!

Jack replies, before leaning into your neck; breathing into it. 

- Ungh…

You breathe out, when you feel Brock's tongue glide over you again. 

- Sweetheart!?

Brock murmurs into your pussy; calling for his husband. Jack plants a kiss on your lips, before moving down between your legs; joining his husband. 

- Fuck Baby, look at you!

Jack breathes out, looking down on Brock's tongue gliding over your most sensitive spot. 

You let out a shaking breath. Just thinking about the two of them looking at you like this, makes you belly clench. You buck your hips. Almost desperate to feel more. Your eyes closed, to magnify your other senses.  

They both have their tongues on you now. Tasting you, occasionally bumping into each other. 

- Ahh.. Fuck! YES!

You moan! 

You feel Brock moving, sitting up between your legs. Jack's tongue glides over your clit. Followed by The tip of Brock's cock, gliding down through your folds. 

- Please!

You whine. Putting your hand on Jack's head. 

- Oh, baby, she likes it!

Jack says, letting his tongue glide over you again. 

- Yeah? You like this, Angel?

Brock asks you, simultaneously teasing your entrance. 

- Yes!

You breathe out, bucking your hips. Desperate to feel him breach you; when the fat head of his cock starts to stretch you out you move your hands up to your breasts. Carefully pinching your already peaking nipples. 

- Oh fuck, yes!

You moan, arching your back as you feel Jack's lips moving up your stomach. Before he sits up, give his growing cock a couple of strokes; then he settles on the side of your face, as he keeps stroking himself, slowly. 

- Ahhh, ahh..

Brock breathes out, when you clench your muscles around him. This whole situation is so hot, that you're afraid you'll finish too soon. 

- Fuck Angel! YES! Taste him for me!

Brock moans again. And you grab Jack, before you close your lips around him.  

You feel like you're levitating off the bed. Fuck. Both of them, enjoying both you and each other. It's the most intense thing you've ever experienced. 

- Oh, yes.. Baby!

Jack moans out, slowly pulling out of your mouth, before Brock leans in for a kiss. You're almost out of breath already, and the kiss steals more air from your longues. You close your eyes again, take a deep breath. Telling yourself that this is real. 

When you open your eyes again, you're looking straight up at Brock, swallowing Jack's cock down; as he keeps pounding into you with renewed force. Holy fuck, how enormeously sexy this is. You can't help it, you need to join in on this. You lift your hand up, letting it glide over Jack's balls, before you lift your head, and let your lips and tongue touch them. 

- Yes! Fuck, Angel!

Jack moans out, almost desperate. And you can feel his balls drawing up. Oh, holy fuck. Is he going to cum? You so want to see this. But you're ripped out of the beautiful sight when Brock's cock hits that delicious spot inside you. 

- Nghssk…

You almost scream, before you lift your legs up, and wrap them around Brock, pushing him in, as deep as he goes. Your eyes closed, you're totally wrapped up in feeling this. Your desperate moans almost sound like screams. 

A couple of hard thrusts inside you, and Brock leans into you. Whispering into your skin.

- Ahhh.. Oh…. Fuck, Angel. You're amazing!

You slowly open your eyes. Brock is still on top of you. Breathing heavily, just like you. Jack lies on his side next to you, looking at you, smiling. 

- You're beautiful, Angel. You know that?

Jack tells you, letting his hand brush over your hair. You send your friend a smile. You both know that you just took your friendship to a new level. Nothing could ever ruin the friendship between you. But this sure is something new. Not only did you sleep with him, you also slept with his husband, and you watched them have sex as well. You can't get over how incredibly sexy THAT was. 

Brock carefully untangles himself from you, rolls over to his side next to you. Placing his hand on your stomach, Jack does the same. You look at them. 

- You really, really want a baby, don't you? 

You ask, feeling the responsibility of actually getting pregnant, and carrying the baby to term dawn on you. 

- Yes, Angel, we really, really want a baby. But…

Jack replies, and you know that look he has in his eyes, so you cut him off. 

- No, Jack. Don't think like that. I'll do this for as many times as it takes to get this right. 

You tell him, lifting your hand up to his face. 

- Ok, Jack? I have no problems with this.

You tell him, and then you feel Brock's arm sliding around your waist. 

- Good, because we wanted to run something by you.

He says, getting a nervous "Really? Now?" Look from his husband. 

- Ok?

You reply, turning your head towards Brock. 

- We want you to be the mom!

Brock tells you. You open your mouth to reply that you already said yes to that. But Brock continues, stopping you, before you even get a word out. 

- We want you to BE the mom. We want the little one to know that you are the mom. We don't want to use formula, and we want you to be part of the baby's life. Every day!

Brock says, swallowing nervously, when he's done. 

- What does that mean?

You ask, looking at them both. 

- I don't think it's healthy for any child to have two different homes. I'm so…

Again you're being cut off. This time by Jack. 

- We want you to move in here. We have a room for you, and plenty of space. We love you. And it will make it easier for everyone. 

Jack gives you a "please say yes look". 

- And then you can move out of the shithole of a rental you have. You live on the fourth floor, and you don't even have an elevator. How are you supposed to walk those stairs when you're this big?

Jack gestures with his hands how big you're going to get. 

- Are you serious? Why didn't you say this right away?

You ask, looking at them. 

- I'm not mad. I'm just surprised!

You add, when you see the look on their faces. 

- So…. What do you say?

Jack asks, giving his husband a quick glance. With the way he's looking at you, and the way you can almost feel Brock's nervousness behind you. You know what is the right thing to do here. 

- Yes, ok.. I'll move in. 

You say, giving Jack a little smile, and then his whole face lights up, almost the same way it did when he told you he'd met Brock. 

Brock lifts himself up on his forearms, leans over you; giving you a quick kiss on the cheek, then he gets up. 

- Ok. I'm gonna pour you a bath. And while you're in there, resting up. I'm gonna whip up some late night snacks for us. 

They're like two five year olds on Christmas morning. You can't help but smile at them. Your two best friends, and you, and hopefully a baby, when that time comes. How many times will it take, to get this right? Will you continue this after? Was it as good for them as it was for you? It obviously didn't ruin anything, because you're moving into their home. This wasn't exactly how you'd picture how it'd go down, when you thought about becoming a mom. But to be perfectly honest, this is the best way. It'll be perfect. You know it will. 

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While they were preparing dinner, your boyfriend's cell phone rang, you noticed that he had tensed.

“Is everything okay?”

He looked at you doubtfully, it even seemed to you that he had turned pale.

"Yes, I know I promised you it would be a romantic dinner, but ..."

"A mission," you concluded.

He nodded, you had that bad luck that there was always a mission, you checked your cell phone to see if you also had to go, there was nothing in yours, although sometimes you didn't go together.

“I promise you that...”

"Just come back safe, I love you," you interrupted.

"I love you," he said before leaving the place.

That's how it went, you sighed, you weren't angry, but if you thought Brock was acting weird.

The next morning Brock returned, it had been hard for you to sleep, as each time you had a separate mission it was difficult for you to sleep, more than anything for the fear of losing him, instead of when you had missions together you protected the each other.

Brock was the only one who had been with you in difficult times, whenever you needed someone he was there, like when your family had kicked you out of the house.

He always seemed to be very rude and cold, but with you he was different, he had always been loving and cared for you, so much that he didn't mind getting hurt in the missions in order to protect you.

You had managed to fall asleep two hours before he returned, when he entered the apartment, he observed you, he didn't want to wake you up, he kissed you on the forehead and left the flower that had brought you to apologize for leaving.

"Hi," you said sleepily.

“Morning beautiful.”

He smiled all the time he had been worried, in fact, he didn't want you to know his biggest secret, yes, he had told you practically all his life and everything he thought, wanted and so on, but there was only one thing he didn't, first because he didn't know how were you going to react, second because he was afraid of losing you, losing everything that you had built in all that time.

"How was your mission?"

"It was something simple," he said without giving further details.

The strange behavior of your boyfriend continued the following weeks you began to suspect that something had happened in that mission ... or there was someone else.

One day you noticed that there were some documents on the table, it looked like a file m Brock had forgotten, both of you didn't use to check the files, but this time you needed answers. You took the folder, you started reading it, you were in shock, and you couldn't believe what you read.

Brock was HYDRA, HYDRA still existed ... doubts began to appear in your head, had he really loved you or was it all another mission? Your life now seemed like a lie, what should you do?

You didn't even hear when the door opened and Brock entered.

"Honey now ... what's up?" He asked when he saw the expression on your face.

He saw the documents, tried to remain calm, his worst nightmare was coming true, he had never wanted you to find out, and he didn't want problems.

“Y/N I can explain ...”

“Explain what? Everything is very clear, Rumlow — you said furiously while waving the documents.”

“Y/N ...”

“What? Are you going to lie to me again? All those things you were telling me were a lie, you were simply looking for a way to cover up appearances” — you snapped furiously.

"No, I don't ... I just didn't tell you the whole truth, I love you"

"You betrayed S.H.I.E.L.D., you betrayed me, I loved you, you played with me, I don't even really care about you, I don't believe you, and all this ... all this was a lie, right?" Your voice began to break.

You managed to regain your composure, you didn't want to hear more lies, and you were very hurt.

“Y/N, I ...”

"Go, I don't want explanations, I don't want to see you again," you demanded.

"I didn't betray you, I'm not leaving, I need you to ..."

"Okay, so I'm leaving," you said.

You took your bag and left the apartment, he tried to stop you, but you didn't let him, then he started calling you by your name, you ignored him and left, you didn't want to hear any more lies.

It had been two weeks since you had left Brock, while you had returned to the apartment where you lived before, you didn't answer the calls or messages and at work you ignored him.

You had felt bad, you did a pregnancy test, it was positive, you were not sure to tell him, you still loved him, but you felt betrayed, you knew his past and you managed to understand why he had joined HYDRA, but you did not understand why he had not abandoned the infamous organization or because I hadn't told you.

Someone knocked on your door, you thought it was Brock, and you see through the peephole, it was Steve, Natasha, Hill and a man you didn't know, you opened the door.

“Cap, Nat, and Hill” you greeted

They entered your apartment, it seemed that they were bad, it also seemed strange that they were going to visit you, it was not as if you were very friendly with them.

“Where is him?” Asked Steve.

“Who?”

"Don't act as a dumb," Nat said

You looked at Natasha without understanding, that day you had not presented yourself to work so you had no idea what was happening.

"Rumlow," said Steve.

"I don't know," you replied.

It was logical that they asked you about him, they did not tell everyone about their separation, it was also not like you were interested in others knowing.

“How are you not going to know? Asked Steve.”

"We broke up two weeks ago," you explained.

They didn't believe you much, so they made you accompany them, they didn't speak to you, but somehow you knew that they believed you were also HYDRA when that was a lie, you were thinking about what you should do, you couldn't stop thinking about all those times that you and Brock had talked about having children, if he left HYDRA, maybe you could have a life as a family...

The Helicarriers had taken off, you sneak out to look for Brock, you had a bad feeling, and you saw him climbing the stairs.

“Brock!” You called him

He stopped when he heard your voice, for a moment he thought it was not real, he turned to make sure it was real.

“Y/N ...”

I was very surprised, I didn't expect to see you in this place, after all, that had happened

“What are you doing? What did you do? “You Asked.

"Guess you were right about me after all," he replied sadly.

"Brock...”

“Y/N, I have a mission, after finishing it I will explain everything ... if you want me to listen,” he asked.

"Let's go, let's go together," you proposed.

“Y/N…”

"I have a bad feeling, please let's go, I need you ... we need you”

“You need me? Who else? “He asked confused.

He thought you were on the side of Steve and S.H.I.E.L.D., who had sent you to convince him to leave HYDRA, he had too many mixed feelings.

"We're going to be parents," you finally confessed.

He dropped his gun, which echoed when he hit the floor, he didn't expect such news.

"You just say it to convince me, you're kidding, right?" He said completely dismayed.

"It's not a lie, I'm waiting for your baby," you said firmly.

“How is that...?

“Do you really ask that?

Brock looked at the stairs that climbed doubtfully, the internal struggle he was having was noticeable, he could not continue doing that mission, and he could not lose the opportunity of what he had always wanted.

"To hell HYDRA," he sentenced.

He approached you, kissed you, and picked up his weapon, they would look for them, he was sure of that, but they would find a way to avoid it.

"We have to get out of here as quickly as possible," he muttered.

It seemed almost an impossible mission, it was difficult to distinguish between friends and enemies, and Brock was trying his best to stay safe.

They had managed to get out of the Triskelion, Brock kept thinking where could go, evidently to any of the departments, they would probably look for you there, especially after he had betrayed HYDRA.

Suddenly they heard how they carried a gun

“Stop!” Ordered a woman

You both turned, it was Hill, Brock stood in front of you to protect you, and he wasn't going to let anyone hurt you.

"If you want to fight someone, it will be with me, she has nothing to do with this," Brock warned.

Neither objected when you were handcuffed and taken away for questioning, you might find some protection.

“What plans does HYDRA have?” Maria asked.

“I don’t know.

That was true, you didn't know anything about that organization, more than what you had read in the documents.

"Why you run away?" Natasha asked.

"We were going to run away from everything, leave everything behind."

"You were going to continue with HYDRA's plans," said the Russian.

"No, we wanted to have a new life, far from all this, to start everything from scratch."

"You lied, you said they were done," Maria said.

"I didn't lie, we broke up, but we reconciled, we are going to have a baby, I found out this morning, shortly before you arrived, as soon as I told him, he decided to abandon the mission he had," you explained.

“Did you know he was HYDRA?” Nat asked.

"Yes and no, I found out two weeks ago, that's why I had left him, I didn't really know what to do."

"What were you and Y/N doing as HYDRA agents?" Steve asked.

"Y/N didn't know about this, she's not HYDRA, she found out just a few weeks before," Brock said.

After hours of an exhaustive interrogation, you could finally see each other again, now you had to wait until they made a decision about what to do, Brock assured you that he would do everything possible to mend everything he had done in the past.

"We have made a decision, due to the status of Y/N, we will protect them and say nothing about Rumlow, it will officially appear as one of the victims of the Triskelion, as long as it cooperates," said Maria.

“In what way?” Asked Brock.

"Giving information, where there are HYDRA facilities, the plans, whatever it takes to end them," Steve intervened.

"I will," Brock said.

A small smile crossed his lips, recognizing the voice. It was his favorite doctor. Doctor (f/n)(l/n). He'd been pining after her, since she started working for SHIELD. He'd shamelessly flirt with her, constantly ask her out, make excuses to visit her in her lab, pay her misogynistic compliments. He'd “accidentally” bump into her in the halls, the perfect excuse to touch and feel her up, a little. He loved how timid, shy and mousy, she was. She had the whole, good girl next door, librarian vibe going on, and it drove him crazy! She'd inspired some of his dirtiest fantasies, it was getting so bad, he'd start fantasizing about her at work, and often have to relieve himself in the mens restroom.

“Doc, am I glad to see you.” He said, as she walked around the chair and stood in front of him.

“Oh, goodness! You're practically naked!” she squeaked, her face darting up to the ceiling.

“No time to be shy now, sweetheart. You gotta let me out of this chair.” he couldn't help but smirk, enjoying how shy she was.

“Oh, um, right, sorry.” She blushed, as she started to remove the strap from one of his arms.

Brock couldn't stop himself from wondering what he would have done, if he'd found her half naked strapped to this chair. Then he realized, who was he kidding? He knew exactly what he'd do.

Once she'd freed both of his hands, she stepped back, and let him free his legs.

“What happened, Doc? How'd I end up strapped to this chair?” He asked, looking up at her, while working one of the restraints loose.

“It's Hydra, they've infiltrated the lab. I hid in the the air ducts when the alarms started going off and the lock down was announced.” She said, tears welling in her eyes, still avoiding looking at Brock.

“Hydra?” Brock asked, confused. He'd have known if Hydra was going to infiltrate her lab, Pierce would have told him.

“I saw them bring you in and strap you to the chair. I wasn't sure how long they'd be gone for, so I stayed hidden. I didn't come out, until I heard you waking up. But, when the soldiers who brought you in were leaving, they said they needed to find me. They had orders to detain me, but they needed me alive, with minimal injuries.” she said, wiping away the unshed tears before they could fall.

Brock knew what minimal meant. Basically, so long as she was alive, everything else was acceptable.

“Don't worry, Doc. I'll get you out of here, safe and sound. You just gotta stick with me and do everything I tell you. Can you do that for me?” He asked, putting both hands on her shoulders, forcing her to focus on him.

“Mr. Rumlow, I'm so scared!” She cried, throwing her arms around his shoulders and crying into the crook of his neck. Brock couldn't stop himself from breathing in the scent of her shampoo. She always smelled so good.

“I know, Doc. It's all right. I'm gonna do everything in my power to keep you safe and out of their hands.” He said, returning the hug, before leaning away, and holding her face, so she was looking at him again.

“I need you to trust me, that I'm gonna get you out of here. OK?” he asked, groaning internally, at the realization that he was starting to sound like America's golden boy, himself. But, if this worked, he figured, there was no way she could turn down his offer for dinner.

He smiled, when she nodded, using the sleeve of her lab coat to dry her eyes. Brock stared at her a moment longer, memorizing the way she looked, knowing he'd use it for masturbation fuel later.

“Good. Now, you got any extra clothes and shoes in here? Weapons?” She shook her head in the negative and looked down at her feet.

“It's all right, we'll just have to make a stop in the locker rooms. I always have extra clothes and weapons in my locker.”

“Do you want me to wait for you here?” she asked and Brock could see the fear in her eyes.

His first thought was to have her wait, he could get there and back, quicker and with less chance of being seen. But, with as scared as she was, he figured, she'd probably end up following him anyway, so best to take her along.

“No, but, sweetheart, if you're gonna come, you have to do exactly as I say. Understood?”

“Yes, sir. I understand.” She stuttered in that shy, demur way, that made his cock twitch. If she didn't go out with him after this, Brock decided he'd just roofie her at the next Stark party she attended.

“Alright, lets go.” he said, turning and headed for the door.

He'd barely taken s step towards the door, when he felt a small prick in his neck. His hand shot up to the spot, and he turned around, eyes wide, to see the doctor, holding a syringe, a triumphant smile across her face.

“Doc?” he asked, stumbling away from her.

“Yes, Mr. Rumlow?” she asked, in that sweetly, innocent tone of hers.

“What did you just do?”

“Nothing much, just a little something to make you more compliant.” she hummed, throwing the syringe in the sharps container.

“Soldier, please restrain Mr. Rumlow back into the chair.” she said, now washing her hands.

Rumlow heard a door open, and saw the Winter Soldier walk in. Brock tried to fight him, but whatever she'd given him, was working fast. He was starting to feel slightly disoriented, his body, feverish and there was the starting of a familiar ache in his nether regions.

“Sex pollen?” Brock groaned, as the Soldier finished restraining him and walked over to (y/n).

“More or less, but this is a new concoction I've been working on, for some time now. I took my research to Alexander, and he gave me the go ahead for human testing. You should be happy to know, I specifically asked for you, as my little guinea pig. Alexander was all to happy to agree.”

“Bitch, when I get out of this chair......” Brock hissed, barley struggling against the restraints. His body felt hotter by the minute and the ache between his legs was quickly becoming unbearable.

“You'll what? Hurt me? For giving you exactly what you've been wanting from me, since I started?”

“What are you talking about?” Brock asked, he was starting to pant and squirm in the chair now. The subtle friction from his boxers, only making the situation worse for him.

“I'm not as naive as I let you think I was, Mr. Runlow. Far from it, actually. You'll be pleased to know, I'm quite the sexual deviant. I'd tell you to ask my Soldier, here, but unfortunately, he doesn't remember some of our best sessions.” she pouted, as she gently caressed his cheek. The Soldier closed his eyes, and pressed into her hand, a small smile on his face.

“He really is the sweetest thing, you know. He's become so much easier to deal with, since he's become my responsibility. You get the best rewards when you've been a good soldier, don't you?” she cooed at him, his hands sliding down her arms, her sides, and resting on her hips, as he took a couple steps closer to her.

“You play with him?” Brock spat, disgusted at the thought.

“No, I reward him. Just like I'll reward you, but, you have to be a good soldier, first. Tell Mr. Rumlow my number one rule.” she said, smiling up at the Soldier.

“Only good soldiers cum.”

“Very good, my Soldier.” She purred, giving the Soldier a kiss on the cheek. “Now, why don't you go to your room, and wait for me. You can do what ever you'd like, and I'll come visit you later. Mr. Rumlow and I have a much overdue play date.” she purred, turning back to look at Brock, nothing but pure lust written across her face.

“Doctor?” The Soldier asked, hesitantly.

“Yes, my Soldier?” She asked, her eyes remaining fixed on Brock.

“He's not going to become your new favorite, is he?” the shy, timid tone of the Soldier's voice, had her turn and look at him with concern.

“Of course not.” She cooed, holding his face in one hand, while she cards the other through his hair. “No one could ever replace someone as perfect as you. You'll always be my favorite. Now, go relax in your room, like I asked, and I promise, I'll come see you when I'm done here.”

The Soldier nodded, and headed for the door, stopping next to Brock, first.

“Hurt her, and I won't hesitate to kill you.” He growled, before doing what he was told.

“He's such a good boy.” She smiled, adoringly, after him. “Now, Mr. Rumlow, judging by the amount of distress your in, I'd say my new formula is performing above expectations.”

“Why are you doing this?” he panted, her concoction making it hard for him to think straight, with his body feeling like it was on fire.

“Because you lack discipline and respect, Mr. Rumlow. You think, because your so big and strong,“ she purred, her hands running across his bare chest, causing Brock to let out a small, satisfied groan, “and I'm so shy and timid, you can talk to me however you like. Continue with your advances, even though, I've declined countless times. I honestly, don't think you can take a hint, Mr. Rumlow. So, I've decided to give you what you've been wanting, for so long.”

“You're crazy!” he moaned, as her hands drifted lower, to lightly caress his thighs.

“No, just smarter than you.”

“Pierce isn't gonna let you get away with this.” He hated to admit it, but her laugh was like music to his ears, and it only made his cock ache for her more.

“Oh, Mr. Rumlow, I already told you, he authorized it. But, I'll let you in on a little secret,” she said, placing gentle kisses across his chest, as her hand continued to lightly caress his thighs, “You'd be in this position, even without his permission. Truth be told, as much of an asshole as you are,” she gave his chest a hard slap, for emphasis, “you are quite the specimen. Those long hours in the gym, training, flexing those muscles, all those drills you run with Captain Tightass. It does things to a girl.” She said, giving his nipple a quick bite, causing Brock to moan and arch into her.

“Oh, someone likes a little pain, does he?” she asked, looking at him with a victorious grin.

“I swear, you jock types are all the same, with your submissive little, scholar fantasies. Tell me, Mr. Rumolow, how many times did you get off to imagining me like this?” She asked, looking up at him with big, doe eyes, biting her bottom lip, as she pulled his painful erection free of his boxers.

Brock tried to stifle the moan, as she pulled his dick from his boxers, her touch gentle and feather light, as she gave it a few light strokes.

“Oh my! Mr. Rumlow!” she feigned a shocked gasp, her tone sickeningly sweet and innocent. “You're so big! You'll never fit inside me, you're going to split me in two!”

“Oh, FUCK!” Rumlow hissed, as she gently caressed his cock. He tried to thrust up into her hands, but she only removed them when he did.

“NO!” he yelled, his hips trying to follow her.

“Ah, ah, ah, Mr. Rumlow.” she teased, wagging her finger at him. “I asked you a question, if you don't answer, you don't get a reward.”

“What?” he asked, her actions, confusing the hell out of him.

“I asked,” she said, licking his cock from base to tip, eliciting a hissed “fuck!” from him. “How many times have you imagined me like this?”

“All the time.” he panted.

“You're being such a good boy, Mr. Rumlow, and, as promised, you get a reward.” she smiled, before giving him another lick from base to tip, this time, going much slower, using the tip of her tongue to run up the vein, only to take the tip in her mouth, giving a hard suck as she pulled away from him again.

“Mr. Rumlow, you taste so good.” she moaned, using that sickly, sweet, innocent tone, again. “I can't wait to make you cum, Mr. Rumlow. Have you fill me up, as you fuck me, so hard.” She whined.

“Fuck, yes. Please! I need to cum.” he hated how desperate he sounded. But it was the truth, he was beyond desperate, but at this point, he didn't care.

“Oh, Mr. Rumlow.” she cooed, before wrapping her lips around the head, and gently sucking. Rumlow tried thrusting up into her mouth, wanting her to take more of him, but every time he did, she just pulled away, taking nothing more, than just the tip.

He almost came, when she quickly took his full length in her mouth. He felt himself enter her throat, but before he could enjoy the sensation, she'd pulled away and removed her mouth. She stood up and said, in a harsh, commanding tone, “You cum, when I give you permission!” as she slapped the shaft of his cock, hard.

Rumlow screamed as he came hard, all over his chest and abdomen.

“Well, well, well, Mr. Rumlow, it looks like you have a little masochist in you.” (y/n) said, her eyes sparkling with pure joy.

“Though, I guess I shouldn't be that surprised. Tough guys like you, always do.” Brock panted, while he tried to look up at her, his head hanging, chin resting against his chest.

“Oh, don't give me that look. You're lucky I'm not punishing you for cumming without permission. I already told you, you don't cum, until I say you do.” she growled, slapping him across the cheek.

In that moment, Brock didn't care. The ache between his legs, had been relieved. He could think clearly, again.

“When I get outta this chair, you're gonna pay, Doc.” he panted, as he glared at her.

“Oh, you think so?” she said, turning to him, with a wicked smile and a dark gleam in her eyes. She took a deep breath, before continuing. “Mr. Rumlow, by the time I'm done with you, you're going to be nothing more than a limp, shell of the man you used to be. Your only desires, will be to please and serve me. You see, Mr. Rumlow, you are mine. You don't get a choice in the matter.”

Brock watched her walk to her desk, furious that he'd let himself fall into this situation. How could he have been so blind? Fooled by her sweet and innocent act. He thought back to all the times he'd interacted with her, followed her home. Not once, was there any indication, or hint, of the woman standing across the lab. His thoughts were interrupted, when he heard a voice come over the speaker on her desk.

“Yes, Doctor?” He recognized that voice. It was Jasper Sitwell. What the hell was she doing calling Sitwell?

“Send in the Soldier, please. I want him in full tactical.” she ordered.

“Yes, ma'am.”

He watched her, remove her finger from the speaker, and turn to him with a smug smile, gracing her lips.

“Why so confused, Mr. Rumlow?” she asked, walking towards him, as if she were a predator, stalking it's prey.

“Is it such a surprise that Jasper would be so willing to follow my orders? You saw how well my Soldier followed them. You see, Mr. Rumlow, the fact is, I'm the true brains behind Hydra, not Jasper Sitwell, nor Alexandern Pierce, and definitely not Armin Zola. Such a creepy little man.” She shuddered, as she said the last sentence under her breath.

“You men are all so easy to manipulate and control. Always thinking with your dicks. You're so busy waging them around, trying to prove who has the biggest, none of you ever saw me coming. See, I've been at this for a very long time, Mr. Rumlow. Hydra is much older than anyone knows.”

Before she could continue, the Soldier entered the lab. In full tactical gear, as ordered.

“I was hoping I wouldn't have to use my Soldier, but, special circumstances, and all that.” she smiled, walking over to the Soldier and caressing the mask that covered his cheek, with that same adoring smile from earlier.

“Are you ready to help me show Mr. Rumlow, how a proper Soldier behaves?” she asked, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes.

The Soldier gave Brock a glare, as he eyed up him, up and down, then his eyes fell back to (y/n), his expression softening.

“Yes, ma'am. Anything for you.” he replied and she beamed up at him, causing him to stand just a little taller. Pride filling him at pleasing her.

“And that's why I called for you. Always so obedient and eager to follow orders. Always my good Soldier.” she cooed.

“Always, ma'am.”

The softness in the Soldier's eyes hardened, when she turned to look at Brock.

PLACE ORDER (EXPRESS DELIVERY) the price for express delivery is ridiculous, but with the way you’re feeling right now, you just can’t wait. The order confirmation mail tells you that the package would be delivered in about two hours. You take a breath. You can wait for two hours. Right? Take a shower, that might help. Even though you’d be on your own with these toys, you can still shave, and look good. That will probably make the fantasy easier to really feel.

You take your time in the shower, both to pass time, and to really make sure you look your best. Not one hair out of place, and not one hair in places they shouldn’t be.

When you’re done in the shower, and fully dressed again, you pour yourself a glass of white wine, and turn on your TV. You contemplate putting on an adult movie, but you push it away. That can wait. You need your toys first.

PIP!

Your phone tells you that you received a message. You grab it, and read “your package has been delivered to your door!” You almost jump up from your couch, and open your door. But you can’t see any package. You look up and down the hallway in your building. Nothing. Could someone have snatched it, in those three seconds it took you to open the door? This is so typical! Typical your luck! Screw this!

You slam the door shut, and call the delivery company.

– UPS delivery service, how can I help you?

A lady says on the other line.

– Err.. Yes, this is YN YLN. I just got confirmation that my package was delivered to my door. But there’s nothing there.

You say, upset.

– OK, let’s see, what number did you get your confirmation from?

The lady asks. And you give her the number.

– I’ll call the person who delivered it, and see what I can find out, and I’ll call you right back!

You hang up. Fuck this shit. Those things you ordered aren’t exactly something you want the whole world to know about. Not that you care that people know, but it’s not like you broadcast it.

PIP!

Your phone tells you you got another message. A picture this time. A picture of your package outside a door. A door that is not yours. It’s not even in your building. The floor and the walls are different. Where did they deliver your package? And to whom? Your phone beeps again, it’s the UPS service calling back.

– Yes!

You say, angry this time.

– Did you get the confirmation picture ma’am?

The lady on the other line sounds upset as well.

– Yes, but that’s not my door!

You answer, still angry.

– The package was delivered to the correct address ma’am! Maybe you should check again!

She continues.

– The delivery person is sure of that. They delivered it to the correct address.

Now she sounds angry as well.

– Well I didn’t move in the last two hours, so that’s not my address!

You say, before you hang up. Fuck this shit. You could study the picture, and try to find out where the package was delivered. But that will be almost impossible. FUCK! Anyway, you need to relax before you even think about doing that. So fingers it is…. Again. Screw UPS! You were looking forward to trying something new tonight. And to actually get an orgasm for a change.

You make sure that your door is locked, before you make yourself comfortable on the couch. Let your hand slowly glide into your underwear. You close your eyes. Trying to see your dream guy in front of your face. Trying to convince yourself that he’s the one touching you. God, how amazing that’d be. To have that tall, dark, muscular strong man, with brown eyes, touching you like this. Kissing your neck, and whispering sexy phrases in your ear, with that husky voice you imagine he has. To have his strong hands grabbing your wrists, and tell you to stay still and let him do his thing. You can almost smell the imaginary perfume. Fuck, you’re getting wet as fuck just by thinking about it. You let your index finger glide over your clit. You let out a soft moan. Fuck, you can’t take this anymore. You push two of your fingers inside you, massaging your walls with them, clenching your muscles. Fuck. You moan again. Jesus, are you actually going to make yourself cum. You pick up the intensitet on your fingers, your other hand helping by rubbing your clit.

– Ahhhh..

You let out. Fuck this feels good. Your eyes still closed, as you conjure your dream guy in your head. What he feels like, how he smells. His fingers inside you, and his lips on your neck. FUCK! Your back arches off the couch, your toes curling, you’re breathing so heavy it makes your mouth go dry.

Then there’s a knock on your door.

FUCK! Why is this happening to you? You can’t even have an orgasm without people interfering! This better be important! Or else the person knocking will get a BIG piece of your mind!

You angrily unlock and open the door, ready to yell at whoever’s outside. But when you open the door, and look at the person standing there. You almost fall backwards. HOLY FUCK! Did you actually conjure your dream guy? That is some powerful masturbation. You can’t get a single word out. This guy, standing outside your door has rendered you speechless.

– Err.. Hi?

He says.

– Eh…

That is the only sound you’re able to make.

– Are you, YN YLN?

He continues.

– Ehmm..

God, YN. Say something! Right now you probably both look and sound like a fish on dry land.

– Is this your package?

He says, lifting up the package.

– W… what?

You say. Unable to take your eyes away from this guy’s face. He is literally the spitting image of the guy you conjured in your head just a few seconds ago.

– Your package?

He says again.

– It was delivered to me, by mistake. You are YN YLN right?

He says, looking at you.

– Yes, yes. That’s me!

You finally manage to say.

– Thank God! You’re a hard person to find. I feel like I’ve been in every building in a four mile radius.

He says, as he gives you your package and takes a breath.

– Thank you!

You say, continue to look at him. He even has the right shade of brown in his eyes. How did this happen?

– Err.. Do you want to come in for a cup of coffee?

You ask. What are you doing? He could be an ax murderer or something worse even. But for some reason you can’t seem to believe that an ax murderer can look this fricking good.

– Sure, a coffee sounds great.

He says, as he enters your apartment. You look at his back. He has a tshirt on, and jeans. Fricking hot body. You just stand there and look. Move, YN, move. You think for yourself, but your eyes are glued to this guy’s back.

He turns around.

– Err.. Weren’t you going to make coffee?

He asks, smiling. Fuck, even his smile is perfect. And you didn’t have that orgasm. This guy isn’t exactly helping your body to get over that fact.

– Yes, yes.. Sure! Just sit down….

You look at the couch you just lied on, and you desperately try to find another spot for him. But you’re too late. He sits down on your couch.

– There…

You say, defeated.

– Nice place you have!

He says, as you turn on your coffee machine. Then you hear a small pffts, and the machine goes dead.

– Fuck!

You almost yell. He turns around to look at you.

– Something wrong?

He says, getting up, and walks over to you.

– Nah… Just my fucking coffee machine…

You say, putting the two coffee cups down in the sink.

– No worries. This wine is good!

He says, lifting up a bottle of wine. You look at him. What is his deal? Not that you would say no to a glass of wine with this guy. But, where is he getting all this self confidence from?

He walks back to the couch.

– Looks like you already started. Did you know I was coming?

He asks, when he sees your wine glass on the table. What in the world? You think. You’ve never met anyone like him before, and it intrigues you. Not only because of his looks.

– What? I can’t enjoy a glass of wine by myself?

You say, trying to sound as confident as he is. But you’re unsure if it’s working.

– You’re single, aren’t you?

He asks, letting his tongue glide over his bottom lip. That move alone makes the spot between your legs throb.

– As of recently, yes!

You answer, as you sit down, and pours you both a glass.

– I can tell! Aren’t you going to open your package?

He asks, taking a big gulp of his wine. You look at him. Taking a gulp yourself.

– Nah, it can wait.

You say, putting your glass back on the table.

– It said express delivery. Felt like it was important to you.

He continues. Pouring more wine for both you and him. You clear your throat.

– Well, I have company now, so it can wait.

You answer, sending him a small smile. And lift up your glass to drink some more wine. All this talk about your package makes you a bit embarrassed. After all, you know what’s inside.

– Something in the package you don’t want me to see? Something private?

The way he says the last word makes you choke on your wine, you calf like crazy. He pats your back.

– Hey, you OK?

He asks, you nod. You don’t dare to speak, afraid that your voice will break, and you’ll start to calf again. He keeps his hand on your back. And you like how his touch feels.

– I’m Brock, by the way. I think I forgot to tell you that.

He says, as he lets his hand gently glide up and down your back.

– YN! But you already knew that.

You say, and look at him. You can’t believe that someone can actually look this good.

– Well, YN!

He says, clears his throat.

– I… I think I might owe you an apology..

He continues, clears his throat again.

– Eh..

You say. Apology? You don’t even know this guy. The only thing he should apologize for, is the fact that he knocked on your door right the second you were about to have an orgasm.

– I… I kinda opened your package..

He says, letting his hand rest on your lower back.

– What??!!? Why did you do that??

You almost yell. Embarrassed out of your mind, and probably red as a tomato in your face. Brock laughs a bit.

– I was waiting for a package myself. So when I got this one…

He puts the package in your lap.

– I thought it was mine. I kinda understood that it wasn’t when I opened it.

He says, laughs a bit again. You look at him again. Trying to at least pretend that you’re not embarrassed.

– Were you going to have some fun tonight?

He asks, letting his hand glide up to your shoulder, and down your arm. For some reason you let him.

– What makes you think that?

You ask. Trying to sound confident. He just points to the note that says “Express Delivery”, then he smiles at you, a teasing smile.

– Want to test them out?

He asks, letting his fingertips glide over your hand.

– I wasn’t..

You say. He gently grabs your wrist, lifting your hand up to his face, smelling your fingers. Smiles at you again.

– It kinda smells like you want to test them out..

He says, before he lets his tongue touch your fingers. You let out something that sounds like a moan.

– See.. I told you..

He says, leaning in closer, you do the same.

– So? Should we open your package?

He asks. You nod, slowly. Swallowing. He leans in even closer, whispers in your ear.

– That black thing will make you scream my name!

He whispers, lingers next to your ear for a while, before he slowly moves his lips to meet yours.

– Mmhmm..

You say, when he pulls back again. Then you slowly start to open your package. The whole time you can feel his eyes on you.

When you’re finally done opening it, and all the four items you ordered, lies on the table, he picks up the box with the magic wand. Carefully open it, and take it out.

– Beautiful, isn’t it?

He says, moving his eyes from the wand, to you.

– Do you have any batteries?

He continues. You nod, slowly. For some reason you really want to see this through.

– You might want to go and get them.

He says again, letting his hand slowly glide up your thigh.

You get up, and get the batteries. When you sit back down again, he takes them from you, and gets the wand ready. Then he proceeds to your other devices. You follow his movements with your eyes, swallow.

– Lie down!

He says, when he’s finished. You slowly lie down on the couch. Keeping your eyes on him. When you’re on your back, he lifts your skirt up, slowly removing your underwear,and then he places your leg up on the back of the couch. Now you’re completely open to him. You take a shaking breath.

He lets his fingertips glide over the inside of your thigh.

– Ahhhmmmmm…

You let out, and he smiles at you.

– I knew you’d like this…

He says, before he starts to place kisses on your inner thighs. All the way up. Then he stops for a second. You let out a whimper.

– You want me to continue?

He asks. You nod.

– You want me to taste you? To taste this beautiful wet part of you?

He continues, as he uses two fingers to open you up, exposing you even more.

– Yes!

You say. Bucking your hips.

– So eager…

He says, before he leans down, and lets his tongue glide over you. Painfully slow.

– Fuck!

You almost scream. Shit! This is better than any toy. He lets his finger tease your entrance, before he slips it inside, quickly joined by another.

– Ahhh..

You moan, as he closes his lips over your clit, sucking on it. You desperately bucky your hips, as he finds that sweet sensitive spot, and focuses solely on that.

– Yes, that’s it!

He murmurs into your wet flesh. His breath on your already sensitive clit, makes it throb even more.

– I want you!

You moan out, grabbing his hair. He gently gets himself out of your grip, stands up, and removes his clothes. You follow him with your eyes. His body is in lack of a better word, amazing. Broad shoulders, dark skin, and a six pack that screams “touch me”. You let your eyes trail further down. Some dark hairs showing the way down to his erection. It takes all you have, not to reach out and touch it. Fuck this guy is good looking.

– Want to feel it?

He asks, looking from his erection to you. You nod. Fuck how you want to touch it, feel it, taste it.

He picks up the magic wand from the table. Turn it on, smiling at you. You slightly turn your head, to get better access to him, before you close your fist around him.

– Ahhh.. Mmmm..

He says, when you let your tongue glide over his head. He slowly moves the wand down between your legs, and you close your lips around him, swirl your tongue around, before you slowly take him down.

– Aaaaa.. Yes!

He moans, letting the want touch your clit.

– Fuck, girl!

He lets out, before he puts some more strength on the wand.

– Mmmmmm..

You moan around his cock. You can feel it throbbing, and you taste the precum. Fuck! He ups the pace on the wand. You move your head away from him. Look up at his face

– I want you inside me!

You can hear yourself say, as your eyes meet. You don’t have to ask twice. He’s on top of you in milliseconds, entering you right away.

– Aaahh. Fuck! So tight!

He grunts into your ear.

– Fuck me, Brock!

You moan into the skin of his neck, as he grabs your shoulders, and fucks you into the couch. The way his cock is massaging your walls mixed with his breath on you, and his words. It almost pushes you over the edge. You can feel your orgasm start to build.

– Ahhhh.. Fuck! Shit!

You scream, as you clench your muscles around him.

Then he stops, sits up between your legs, looking at you.

– Don’t stop!

You say, almost angry. He smiles.

– So hungry for it…

He says, before he grabs your hips, and drags you up in his lap, before he enters you again.

– Fuck, this looks amazing!

He grunts, as he slowly glides in and out of you.

– To see you gripping around me, desperate to have me inside. You wetness glistening all over me! Fuck!

He continues, as he painfully slowly massages your walls with each thrust.

– Please!

You beg, falling down on the couch.

– Plh…

You try again, but you can’t even finish the word, before the wand touches your clit again, and he ups his pace.

– Fuuuuckkeehhhh…

You scream out. Grabbing whatever you can. Fucking hell. You’ve never felt anything like this before.

– YES!!

He moans.

– I can feel this thing vibrating on my cock! Fucking amazing. Want to cum?

He grunts, as he keeps thrusting into you.

– Yes! I want.. Need to cum!

You moan.

– Are you a squirter?

He asks. Your head is all wrapped up in that Electric feeling inside, but you get what he’s asking.

– I don’t know, I’ve never felt this befoooooooooo… Fuuuckeheee..!

You scream, moan, and shake without any control. God in heaven. Fuck! You feel like you’re about to lose yourself completely. You’re wildly bucking your hips, and you can feel his hands on your inner thighs. They are gliding up and down, caressing your thighs. You slowly start to come back to reality.

– You’re a squirter alright.

He says, when your eyes meet again.

– You might need to clean your couch..

You take a breath.

– They kept their promise…

You finally say, smiling.

– Promise?

He looks at you.

– Orgasm guarantee..

You say, then you both start to laugh.

– To be fair, I think I deserve half the Credit for that.

He says, when you’re done laughing. You look at him. Tilt your head a bit.

– I think it was the wand…

You say, with a teasing smirk.

– Oh, really?

He says, carefully leaning over you, slipping both his arms under your back, before he lifts you up, so you straddle him.

– How about you give me a chance to prove you wrong?

His erection still stands proud. You grind your lower body into him.

– Mmmhmm.. I’m all yours…

You say, leaning your head back. He leans in and places a kiss on your neck.

– No machine can compare to the real thing.

He says, as he slowly enters you again…

You're only half awake, when Brock plants a kiss on your forehead.

- Mmmm...

You murmur, and open your eyes.

- I'm going for my run!

He says, as he plants another kiss on your forehead.

You sit up, look at him. He's sexy in his work out clothes. And you slept in the bed with him, for the last three nights. You smile from the thought of how he wrapped his arms around you last night. So good, amazing even.

When he closes the door behind him, you fall back down on your back in the bed again, smiling from ear to ear. You've really, really, really never been this happy before. Even though you haven't had sex yet.

Brock returns about an hour later, and you already have a coffee ready for him. This is the life you want. You want THIS, every single day.

You smile all the way to work, and once again you find it really hard to concentrate on anything other than Brock. You actually have to go over your papers two and three times to make sure you get everything right. Is this how it feels to be "head over heels"?

When it's almost lunchtime, you call Jess. She picks up almost before the first ring.

- Slept with him yet?

Jess playfully asks.

- No, Jess. Not yet. That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. Can we have lunch in my office today?

You ask, almost instantly regretting it. Maybe it is too soon? Maybe Brock is right, that you should wait?

- At your office? Did something happen?

Jess asks, concerned.

- No, Jess. Nothing is happening, that's why I want to talk to you.

You say, taking a deep breath.

- Say no more, I'll be right there!

Jess says, hanging up.

It's Tuseday, so Molly's working in a neighbouring town today. Molly was really a true hero that way. Worked at a retirement home every Tuesday. She 'd make a perfect nurse one day. Always so sweet and a caretaker by nature. She was the only one out of the three of you that went down that path, not caring at all that she'd probably get a ton of student loans and therefor had to twist and turn every dime for the rest of her life. This was what she wanted to do for a living. And you respected her a Great deal for that.

You were lucky. Your dad inherited his business from your granddad, and you were supposed to take over after your dad again. You grew up in a well off household, even though your parents were never together. Both of them had wealthy families, a good name, and their lives cut out for them, and so did you. Although you sometimes wished you had a choice, at least you knew you had a job for life. And a pay that gave you the opportunity to live a very comfortable life.

- Eat and talk!

Jess' voice brings you back to reality. She places your burger and fries in front of you, sits down in the other chair by your desk.

You open your burger, and take a bite, look at Jess.

- Spill! What's the problem?

She asks. You gesture that you need to chew before you can answer her. Jess puts a few of her fries in her mouth.

- Arrg.. Jess. I don't know...

You say, let the sentence die out.

- Holding out on you, huh?

Jess casually says. She is the only person in the entire world you know, that could possibly be this calm and collected when it comes to you and Brock. That's the reason you're coming to her with this particular problem.

- Err.. I don't know. He kinda just stops. And then the moment is over...

You say, looking down at your burger.

- Stops?

Jess asks, taking a bite of her burger.

- Everything is so good, you know, and I'm like all caught up in that moment. And then.... It's like he takes it away.

You say, sniff.

- Well, is he saying anything about it?

Jess asks, placing her hand on your shoulder.

- He says he's not ready...

You answer, look up at her. She sends you a little smile.

- Not ready?

Jess says. Cringing her face.

- Does he get a hard on?

Jess asks. Like it was the most normal question in the world to ask. Like getting a hard on is proof enough that he's ready.

- JESSICA!

You say. You knew you'd get these kinds of responses, you know Jess. She always saw life like this, easy and figuratively. For Jess a hard on IS proof enough.

- Well, does he?

Jess shrugs.

- Yes!

You say, and roll your eyes at her.

- So he's ready!

Jess states, triumphantly looking at you.

- He says he's not.

You argue back.

- Oh, please, YN!

Jess continues.

- He's a GUY! Guys are ready when they see you fill a canoly!

You can't help but laugh at that response. You knew that Jess would put some form of funny picture into this mess. But a canoly?

- He's not 20, Jess!

You say, between chuckles.

- He's the same age as your boss.

You continue, as Jess lifts her burger to take another bite.

- Well thank you for THAT lovely picture!

Jess says, as she puts her burger back on your desk.

- Take MY appetite away, why don't you?

She says, pushing her burger further away from her.

- He is!

You continue.

- Please, YN! STOP IT! I have to go back to work after this. This is NOT a picture I want in my head!

Jess says, putting her hands in front of her face. Then she takes a breath.

- So, let me get this straight...

Jess starts up again.

- He's kissing you?

She asks, waiting for you to answer. You nod.

- He's touching you?

You nod again.

- You sleep in his bed?

Another nod.

- And he gets a hard on?

You lean back in your chair, but you give her a nod.

- OK! So he's ready! What are you waiting for, YN? Just do it already! You know it'll be much harder when your dad get's back.

Jess says, and again gives you that triumphal look.

- Thank you, Jess. For bringing up my dad!

You say, folding your arms over your chest.

- I'm just saying it as it is. This is your time, YN! So go do it!

Jess answers, shrugging.

- Does it hurt?

You ask. Your voice is low, almost whispering. Jess shrugs.

- Maybe at first. But it'll pass.

Jess says.

- Depending on how big he is..

She continues, laughing.

- JESSICA GRAYSON!

You say, before you start to laugh too.

- I'm only kidding, YN! It'll be good. I promise. Just...

Jess stops for a second.

- Just show him! OK? Show him that you're ready. You know... Make the first move.

She continues.

Make the first move? Could you do that?

- How?

You ask.

- Err.. Like, when you go to bed tonight, you can like... I don't know... Sleep naked?

Jess says, shrugging a bit, and tilting her head.

- What if that doesn't do it?

You say, still a bit afraid that he actually doesn't want you like that. And that you've mixed yourself into something that will shatter your heart into a million pieces. And that you'll never ever get to put it back together.

- He'll embrace every part of it, YN! Trust me. If you're ready, you go and do it. And you have my blessing, times a hundred.

Jess says, friendly nudging your shoulder.

- Thanks Jess...

You say, sending her a friendly smile.

- Happy to help, YN! Happy to help. Well, I need to get back. Let me know, OK?

Jess says, as she gets up.

- Thanks again, Jess. This really helped.

You say, as Jess opens the door.

- No worries. Happy humping!

Jess says, before she walks out of your office.

You lean back in your chair, smiling "Happy humping!". Thank God for Jess. She always manage to help with these things. You remember when you started dating that guy Damian. You were 14. He was in Jess' class, two years older than you, and your dad almost lost his head over it. When Damian came to pick you up to go to the movies, your dad greeted him in the door, holding his glock-17. Damian almost lost his ability to talk, and when your dad sent you on your way with "Have her home by 10. You know I was Delta force, right?", Damian almost forgot which side of the car he was supposed to enter. It was safe to say, that Damian never took you out after that. And you didn't blame him.

When you told Jess about it, her response was "Well, it could be worse, he could've killed him!". And Jess wasn't wrong, had anything happened between you and Damian, your dad would probably at least threaten to.

Your dad was overly protective. If it were up to him, you'd probably stay a virgin and without a boyfriend for your entire life.

You sometimes thought it was cool to have a dad like that. And Molly and Jess sometimes asked you if he could scare off boys for them as well. If someone was approaching them, that they didn't like. Of course it was ment as a joke, but it gave you a pretty clear picture of the fact that you did have an overly protective, and kinda scary dad. Not like your mom at all. You mom, with her blue eyes and blonde hair. You found it strange that your mom and your dad even ended up at the same party that night you were made. Your dad, sure. But your mom? She always followed everybody elses commands. Except your dads. She argued with him. Mainly about child support and visitation rights. Everybody else just walked all over her. Like that new boyfriend. You hated him, HATED him.

The only thing your parents ever agreed on, was you! To make sure you grew up to be a decent, intelligent human being. Yeah, sure they were young when they had you, too young some might say. But you feel that they did a good job, raising you. You were always safe, they drove you to almost every single activity you wanted to try out, and they followed up school and extracurricular activities to the teeth. You always had a curfew, chores, and you were grounded a couple of times, and your wifi privileges were taken away once in a while. Both your parents were pretty strict that way. Probably to show that they could really do the job they put upon themselfs. And both the Rollins and the Lewis name came with a lot of money and had a respectful place in the community. It was expected of you to follow up on that. You had to work hard, and keep your good name right up there.

To be honest the fact that Brock and your dad even became best friends is a miracle. Although they both grew up here in Texas, it was in two completely different worlds. Of course Brock is pretty well off now, given that he managed to build his garage up from scratch. But it wasn't always like that. Brock grew up in the harder parts of town. In a single parent home, just his mom and his 6 siblings. They had next to no money, and his mom hardly got by. That's probably why Brock joined the army at the age of 18. He took two tours to Iraq and Afghanistan, before your dad also joined the army, and they had a couple of tours together. They were actually IN Afghanistan the day you were born. Your dad didn't get to hold you until you were 5 months old. They both went back two times after that, before that horrific attack on their convoi, when Brock saved your dads life. Your dad became an army veteran after that. You didn't even think he wanted to go back to that life. Too many grusom things had happened over there, and your dad didn't want you to grow up without him. Brock also took a step back from the military, and started his garage.

And now you're here. Hooking up with your dad's best friend. What has gotten into you? This! This thing you started doesn't exactly scream decent, intelligent human being. He is 26 years older than you, YN! 26 years! What are you doing? Your dad is going to kill Brock. Literally going to kill him! But you know you can't stop. You just can't. He is the one you want. He is!

You look at the time. FUCK! 4pm already. You got so lost in your own thoughts, that you totally lost track of time. Fuck, fuck, fuck! You franticly search your papers. Ten orders needs to be placed before Thursday, and two of them are pretty big ones. Well, no time for that now. You need to put in some extra hours tomorrow instead. There is no way, you're telling your dad you lost track of time. Then he'll ask why, and you really don't want to answer that.

You rearrange the papers, so you know what to do first tomorrow, before you lock yourself out of the office, and start the 15 minutes drive home. You're really stressed, and although the heat wave is starting to die off, you're still so sweaty that your shirt sticks to your back.

"Sleep naked" "Just do it already" "He's ready, YN" "He'll embrace every part of it"

Oh, shut up Jess. You say to yourself, when you park the car in your driveway. Brock's truck isn't there yet, so at least you have some time, time to think about what you're really going to do. What are you going to do?

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Previous Chapter

Shit, the weather man wasn't lying when he said this would be a hot day. You lock the door to work, and move towards your car. Why did you chose to move back to Texas again? Oh, yeah. Because your boss in New York was a total asshole, and so was your mothers new boyfriend. So you had no choice but to ask your dad if you could stay with him.

Thankfully he said yes, although you suspected that he didn't like it too much. You moving into his house, taking parts of his private life away. But he gave you a job, doing inventory at his delivery business. And he sometimes took long trips to deliver stuff, so you had the house to yourself now and then.

Like now. Your dad was on a trip to Chicago, and would be gone for at least another week. Perfect, with these temperatures the air condition would probably stop working. And you had no idea how to fix it. At least you had a pool in your backyard, you could cool off there.

Thank God it's Friday, and you have two days off work. You could really use a beer right about now. The only problem, you're only 20. It's stupid really. You've been able to drive a car since you were 16, but you can't buy beer. You could try, but the Rollins name is a well known name in these parts, so you probably won't be able too. Well, let's hope your dad have something in his liquor cabinet at home.

You open the drivers door to your car, and the hot air from inside hits you like fire. Fuck. You roll down your windows the instant you turn on your car. You'd never be able to drive home otherwise. You crank up the music, before you start to drive home.

It's not long, about a 15 minutes drive. But you feel like it takes forever. You just want to get back home, and change into a bikini or something, and chill by the pool. You can feel your shirt sticking to your back, as you turn into the driveway. A PickUp truck is parked in your spot, and the garage door is open. Your dad didn't say anything about visitors. Is someone breaking in?

You park the car, and turn off the engine, before you slowly exit the car. Should you call the cops? Probably not, at least see who it is first. Your dad is well off, and that is well known around these parts. Someone could break in. Maybe you should call.

You pick up your phone, and call 911.

- 911 what's your emergency?

A lady answers.

- Yeah, it's YN Rollins, I think someone is breaking into my house.

You're almost whispering, hiding behind the PickUp truck.

- Ok, stay where you are, mam. What's your address?

You give her your address.

- I'll send a car right away. Do you know if they're armed?

Armed? Fuck, you didn't think of that.

- No, I don't know!

You answer.

- Ok, mam. Do you have any firearms in the house?

Do you have firearms? This is fricking Texas, of course you have firearms.

- Mam, Do you have firearms in your house?

The lady asks again.

- Yes! We have some.

You answer.

- A car will be at your address in ten minutes. Just stay where you are mam.

You hang up, and almost immediately after you hear something falling to the floor in the garage. Sounds like something metal. You move towards the sound. You know they told you to stay put, but you're too curious not to.

You fish your pepperspray up from your purse, and take a hold of it. You've been carrying pepperspray for some time now. New York at night isn't exactly the safest place for young girls. And pepperspray made you feel a bit safer. Around these parts, no one dared to mess with you. The Rollins name came with a deep respect in Texas.

You keep moving towards the sounds in the garage, slowly, careful not to make any noise. You kinda hope that the cops will arrive before you encounter whoever's in your garage. Maybe you should call your dad? No, he'd probably be scared out of his mind for you, and double back.

You keep moving towards the sound. What the fuck are they stealing? Your dads tools? God, please don't have a gun. As you enter the garage, you can see someone moving. You prepare your pepperspray.

Just a couple more steps..

You lift your pepperspray, as you round the corner.

- The cops are on their way!

You yell, as you lift the pepperspray, spraying the persons face. He screams, covering his face.

- YN! What the hell are you doing?

He says, desperately trying to shield his face.

- Brock?

You say, surprised.

- God, I'm so sorry!

You continue, as you hand him a bottle of water for him to wash some of the pepperspray of.

- What are you doing here?

- I'm fixing Jacks car. But no one told me that I was in danger of being peppered down.

He says, pouring water on his face.

- God, Brock. I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were like... Going to be here.

You take a look at his face. Thankfully he got to wash most of it off, but he's still red around the eyes.

- So, do you usually carry pepperspray and spray people down?

He asks.

- This is actually the first time I've used it. I'm sorry...

- Well, I'm honoured!

He says, with a smile. Thank God, for Brocks humor.

Sirens approaching. You suddenly feel really embarrassed.

- Wait? You called the cops on me?

Brock looks at you.

- I'm sorry. I tell them it was a mistake.

You walk out of the garage, Brock follows.

- You sure know how to welcome people, YN!

You feel beyond embarrassed when you tell the officers about the mistake.

You actually called the cops on Brock. Your dads best friend. Someone you've known your entire life. You still remember how Brock used to tell the best stories, when you came to visit your dad. Brock is no thief. How come you didn't check who it was first? This hot weather is messing with your mind.

When the cops leaves, you turn towards Brock again. He is shirtless, his toned skin glistening with sweat, and his work pants resting on his hips, revealing the lining of his boxers. Some dark spots here and there on his upper body and his face, probably from the oil. Fucking God! Did he look this good the last time you saw him?

- Look at you! All grown up!

He says.

- Err.. Yeah.. You too.. Err.. I mean...

You have no idea what to say. His looks. God. Like straight out of heaven.

- Hey, don't think about the pepperspray..

He says, giving you a hug.

- Or the cops..

He continues.

- Well, you can feel a bit bad for the pepperspray.

He adds.

- Oh my God!

You say, looking at his face again. He's flaming red around the eyes.

- I'll help you with that. Just come inside, and I'll see what I can do to help.

In the living room, you tell him to sit down on the couch, before you go and grab some soap and shampoo from the bathroom, to rinse with.

You sit down next to him, using some of your supplies to wash his face. You try not to look at his bare upper body, but it's almost impossible. His muscles, six pack. Some tattoos on his upper arms. Have he been working out like 12 times a week? It should be illegal to look this good.

- At least there is nothing wrong with your aim.

He suddenly says. You're so focused on not to look at him, that his voice makes you jump.

- Huh?

You say.

- Although you should work on your welcoming skills.

He laughs a bit. You always liked Brocks humor. He always made you laugh when you were younger. But now, in this particular situation, he makes you extremely nervous.

- Well, no one told me you'd be around. I thought you were a burglar!

He laughs again.

- At least I can tell Jack, that he doesn't need to get a guard dog.

Finally you manage to laugh with him. You laugh until your stomach and your chin hurts. Before you once again look at him. The red around the eyes looks a bit better now. You lift your hand, and touch his temple.

- Does it hurt?

He smiles.

- I'll live. Hey. I have some beers in my truck. Say we have some, and forget about this whole burglary thing.

- I...

You start.

- I know you're only 20, YN. But I know for a fact that never stopped Jack. If it did, I don't think you'd even be born. So I know he won't mind.

You smile, and nod.

You always had a good almost friend like relationship with your parents friends. Could be because they were really young when you were born. It's only 20 years between you and your dad, and only 18 between you and your mom. So when you reached 16, and started to drive, you actually picked them up from parties. Probably not the best parental work. But you didn't mind. You actually thought it was cool, and your friends thought so too.

- I'm just gonna have a shower. Looks like you could use one as well.

You gather all the supplies from before, and walk towards the bathroom.

- Just let me know when you're done. Want some food?

You can hear him say, when you lock the bathroom door behind you.

- There's a menu on the fridge!

You yell back, before you eagerly get out of your sweaty work clothes.

When you come out of the shower again, you realise that you didn't bring new clothes. Fuck! This whole heatwave thing, and Brock all sweaty and sexy really messed with your mind. You wrap a towel around you, and carefully open the door. Brock isn't in the living room. Thank God for that, you hurry up the stairs, and towards your room.

When you're almost at your door, the door to the upstairs bathroom opens, and Brock comes out, wet from the shower with a towel around his waist. You jump so much that you choke on your own saliva, and calf like crazy. Brock pats your back.

- Hey, you OK? I didn't mean to scare you.

You look at him again. Fuck that body, and with wet hair. God! How old is he now? 40? No, he's older than your dad. 44? 46? Stop it, YN!

- Yes, I'm fine.. I Just need some clothes.

He looks at you, concerned.

- Meet you downstairs then. The food will be here soon.

You walk into your room, and put on some new clothes. Food? Drinks? What is this? Like a date?

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None of them goes back to SHIELD. Too risky, they both say. Since Pierce actually saw them saving you. And Brock did what he did. Dixon feeds you with information whenever he can. And Brock and Jack gather up their military friends, stations them on various locations, to keep Pierce under surveillance.

To keep it from getting too obvious what you're up to, you're still staying in your apartment. But every time you leave, you turn on a silent alarm, so that you'll know if someone is waiting for you when you return. The whole thing makes you feel like you're in the middle of an action movie. It's thrilling, but at the same time scary. You feel like Rumlow almost sleeps with his eyes open.

You try to go on with your daily lives. Going to check ups for the baby, shopping for baby stuff. Try to make everything seem as normal as possible. As Brock tells you, you can never be too careful. Grow an extra set of eyes in your neck. You can never know who's who, when it comes to SHIELD. Pierce have people deep in his pockets, even people you might consider to be your friends.

Brock and Jack are good teachers. You already know combat, now you have to learn stakeout, and to be as Stealth as possible. And you don't have much time to do it. Pierce feels like a bomb, a bomb that could go off any second. Will you be ready for that?

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The night before your first ultrasound, you finally get some time alone with Brock. And since you decided that tomorrow, ultrasound day was going to be a day off. You can finally relax in his arms again. Without thinking plans, Guns and murder.

- How do you feel, princess?

He asks, as he caresses your stomach. It has gotten a bit bigger. At least you feel so. Brock doesn't seem to mind.

- And how is he doing?

He leans down and places a kiss on your stomach. Smiles up at you, you smile back.

- I'm still pretty sure it's a girl.

Another kiss on your stomach.

- Do you think we'll find out tomorrow?

He asks, as he makes his way up to your face, kissing you.

- I don't know. I have no idea when you can see that.

He lies down beside you. Just looks at you. His hazel brown eyes, radiating love.

- Have you thought about names at all?

You give him a little smile.

- Well, if it's a boy. I thought maybe Jacob. I don't know. I just always loved that name.

You say. You never thought about actually having to name a baby. And that you two together have to agree on a name.

- I like it..

He replies.

- And if it's a girl?

You look away for a second. You're not exactly scared. But you do wonder how he will react to your suggestion. You haven't exactly talked about it much. And you don't know if he really wants to. Maybe it's too painful for him.

- What's wrong?

He gently grabs your face, kisses you again, soft.

- You can tell me anything. You know that, right?

- I... I thought.. Maybe.... Isabella, after your mom..

You keep eye contact with him. Waiting for a reaction. He smiles.

- What do you think about Abigail Isabella?

You move closer to him, and he puts an arm around you.

- Abigail, huh?

You say, looking at him again.

- Yes. It means "fathers joy". And that's what she'll be. And you of course.

You nuzzle your face into his neck.

- It's perfect!

You answer, taking a deep breath. Taking in his scent. Hoping that you'll remember this moment forever.

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When you sit down to wait at the doctors office, you suddenly feel nervous. You grab Rumlows hand. He interlocks his fingers with yours, before looking up at you.

- Everything alright, YN?

You look down on his hand in yours.

- I don't know. What if something is wrong? What if something happened when I...

Rumlow places a kiss on your forehead. Like he always does, to show how much he cares about you. And when he want's to protect you.

- Medical gave you both a clean bill of health. And if there is something wrong, then we'll deal with it together.

- But what if...

You don't get to say anything else, before the doctor calls your name. You take a deep breath, before you walk into the office.

You both shake the doctors hand. Before he tells you to lie down, and lift up your shirt. You let go of Rumlows hand, while you lift up your shirt, only to grab it again the second you're finished.

- This might feel a bit cold.

The doctor says, before he pours some gel on your stomach, and turns on the ultrasound. Moving the little device around your stomach. Measuring, writing stuff down on a piece of paper.

- As you can see there..

He points to the screen.

- A healthy, good heartbeat. And right here...

He points again.

- You can see the spine. Everything is perfect. She lives like a Queen in there.

- She??!!??

Both you and Rumlow say it at the same time.

- Oh. I'm sorry. You didn't want to know?

Rumlow stands up.

- No, no harm done. You, were right, YN! A girl!

He leans down and kisses you.

- Abigail Isabella.

You say, smiling up at him.

- And she's going to be such a daddys girl.

You add. Before Rumlow gives you yet another kiss.

- Can we get some kind of picture of her, you know from in there?

Rumlow is overloading with joy and pride. You can see it in his eyes. And that makes you love him even more.

- I'm sure she'll look like you, YN. The most beautiful girl in the world.

He says, as he once again looks at the screen.

- I hope she gets your eyes.

You say, before you have to close your eyes, and let a few tears of joy escape them.

Everything is perfect, you're going to be a mom. Just one more obstacle, and then life can finally start.

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