#skyline-bullet-oconner

@skyline-bullet-oconner

"Gamble! What's up, man? You missed a good break at Bolsa Chica this morning."

Brian looked up from the shoelace he was tying to see Brian O'Connor walking into the locker room.

"Officer O'Connor." Brian replied with a smile. "Some of us had a hostage situation to deal with this morning and didn't get the luxury of going surfing."

"Aw, poor baby." O'Connor snorted, opening his locker and pulling out his uniform shirt.

"I hear you're moving up in the world." Gamble commented. He stood up and closed his locker. "Working with the FBI on a sting operation? You trading us in for the Federal Bureau of Idiots?" He chuckled.

"Damn right I'm moving up in the world." O'Connor replied, a hint of pride in his voice. "I work pretty hard around here, but you get all the credit - you SWAT douche bags. It's about time someone recognized my skills."

“ Yanno, You have a lot of balls coming around here. “ 

Coulson trusted him, she didn’t so to have him working on the same mission as her seemed ridiculous. While she was told to play nice Skye remained quiet. How much did they know about him anyway? She needed to talk to Coulson about this because as far as she remembered, they took a while in trusting her. “So what’s your play here? I mean, why SHIELD?”

Brian had gotten home from a run and quickly went upstairs to take a shower and clean up. And you know the joke that states you should leave singing to shower time? It was one of those moments. But what a lot of people didn’t know was Brian could actually sing. “…it’s amazing how you knock me off my feet. hmm…” And the acoustics in the shower does make a difference. After all, when your brother happens to be Roman Pearce you better have an appreciation for more soulful sounds. You know – the lovemaking, baby-making type of music. How else do you expect to charm the ladies? “..everytime you come around me I get weak. Oh yeah…” Lathered up under the warmth of the shower head, Brian started humming. Eyes shut as he started to croon through the lyrics. “..nobody ever made me feel this way. Oh. You kiss my lips and then you take my breath away. So I wanna –” He cursed slightly hearing the voice through the door. Damn it! He thought he was home alone. He cleared his throat. Then cleared some of the lathered soap from his body and face. “Um..you didn’t hear that! How long have you been behind the door?” He needed to deny it. He felt the blush of red on his face. But her curiosity was sinking in, so he had to give in. "That depends…But that door won’t do you any good if you want the full effect.“ 

   She’s never heard him sing before; and it dawns on her that his voice is surprisingly beautiful to    listen to. She almost wishes she’d stayed silent a little longer, soaked up the bliss that seemed    to calm her nerves. Note to self; make him sing more. Give him reasons to. Mia sighs to herself,    hearing the startle to his voice. He hadn’t been aware she was home. ❝ Long enough. ❞ She’ll call    to him, teeth biting down against a plush lower lip in order to contain the grin that resided there.    && Then she’s invited in, and her heart skips a beat in her chest. She’s not sure why. She’s seen    it all before. Though it hasn’t lost it’s novelty. And she’s not sure that it ever will. 

     With a deep breath, the brunette opens the door and walks in, closing it gently behind her. Taking a      seat on the closed toilet lid, the Toretto feels heat rouge her own cheeks, and she does her best to      keep her eye-level north, as opposed to south.   ❝ At least now I get the full experience. ❞ She’ll      giggle, raising a brow at the blonde.  ❝ Since when did you sing? And; like that? ❞  

Brian drew in a sharp breath looking into her dark mocha eyes. Damn it. Those eyes. They were the very first thing he noticed about her all those weeks ago. And then quickly her soft gentle smile. It fit her so well. It’s what pulled him in in the first place. And he found himself falling quickly. For her. He wanted to know everything he could about her. But now it seemed like everything was catching up to him and he felt like such a fool right now. The noise in the background really didn’t do much for the situation. It only made his head pound even more. But he had to face the music: this music right in front of him. “Mia…I’m a cop.” He didn’t know how else to say, but he finally said it. And though the burden felt lifted from his shoulder it didn’t stop the piercing pain he was feeling in his heart right now. “My real name is Brian O’Conner. And I’m a cop for the LAPD.”

· · The intensity of his gaze sends her head spinning. Though this time a warm feeling · · doesn’t accompany it. Everything HURTS, pain pulsing through her tanned form. The · · words he says don’t register for a few long seconds after·they've·l e f t his mouth. · · Though when they finally settle within her·head, she can only frown, eyes widening.·

X. ACCIDENTAL AFFECTION MEMEsend me ☽ for my muse to drunkenly confess feelings to yours

       She’s had ONE too many corona’s, so it seems. Vision slightly blurred and speech        slightly slurred, Mia Toretto is feeling like the perfect example of an extrovert, ready        to blab anything at any minute. There’s no stopping her, either. She’s completely        SHAMELESS.