I'm gonna need your spicy chase science thoughts đź‘€
under the cut for spice. the gloves to something to me.
okay my full thought process walk through (imagined during elite force, with an established relationship)
maybe you’re bionic or superpowered- either or. but somethings wrong with your abilities, and you trust chase with knowing what to do.
he brings you down to his lab, putting on his gloves and sitting you down
the moment he gets near you, pressing his hands on your skin, you’re squirming and flushed. you may not be able to feel his skin underneath the gloves, but still being that close to skin-on-skin is making your head spin
he already knows you like his arms. by god you have mentioned it before. but he doesn’t realize just how much.
your eyes never leave his arms, staring at them as he moves from his desk to you, either working with chemicals or with technology
“i’m almost done,” he says, “there’s nothing to worry about, i promise.”
you’re not worrying. far from that.
the moment he’s finished, your hand grabs onto his wrist, bringing him towards you.
he asks you what’s up, before you respond. “chase.” you say, giving him those eyes he knows so well
chase stops, his mouth agape, looking down at you. doesn’t matter if you are shorter than him, the height difference between you sitting in the chair and him standing is eliciting something in him
the next thing you know he’s kissing you, pressing you back against the table behind you. it gets steamy fast, and you thank god the rest of the team is out and you don’t have to worry about them barging in on you
chase notices you’re a lot more handsy and desperate, practically ripping his clothes off, “what’s gotten into you?” he asks
“i don’t know,” you say. “i just like seeing you work.”
