inspired by nicolandria, people catch carson and brian making out
WARNINGS: fluff
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CARSON giggled loudly at something Brian whispered to her. it was a wonder no one else heard it over the sound of drunken laughter, music and chatter.
They were laid up on a couch away from the stumbling and dancing. The team were all around but doing their own thing. Dom and Vince were bickering about the new parts they had come by. Leon and Kitty were playing a game on the console on the floor. Jesse was slurring in some random's ear, whilst Mia and Keelie were moving to the beat of the music.
"I cannot believe you said that." Carson mumbled, covering her mouth after she snorted.
Brian playfully shrugged his shoulders, "It's true."
"it is not."
"You're loud."
"Like you're one to talk." She cast him a pointed look, "You whimper when you're all up in it."
"Hey," he looked around, slightly embarrassed that someone heard. He turned back to see her amusement. "Oh you think that's funny huh?"
"It's nothin' to be embarrassed of, I like my men loud."
"I like my woman noisy."
"Noisy?"
"Mmmm," he nodded.
His eyes dilated under her intense gaze. Things always shifted whenever they were alone, or as alone as they could get. It was like a little bubble, no one was ever to pop. He took the red cup from her hand and settled it on the arm of the couch, simultaniously shifting closer to her.
"Bri -" Carson was silenced with a kiss.
Instantly she caressed his face as he guided her back onto the couch, keeping ahold of her thigh, with his other hand palming the back of her head. Their movements were slow, yet passionate.
Carson couldn't help her smile as their tongues graced the other. Brian nearly groaned when she titled her head and tugged on his bottom lip with her teeth.
The lip biting, thigh grabbing and hair gripping (from her of course) were driving them both crazy, they didn't care where they were.
"And you called me loud," she muttered between kisses, then moaned when the hand combing through her braids, snaked onto her throat, applying pleasurably pressure. "Fuck."
Brian chuckled, "you like that?"
His knee find its way in-between her parted legs as the kiss deepened. He didn't even care that her lip gloss was clinging to his lips, nor did he mind that her make up was rubbing off on his face, he wanted more. more moans, more whimpers, more groans... more her.
"Y'all need to get a room."
Keelie's voice reluctantly pull apart with a sigh. They glanced up to see the entire team was there, either laughing or looking at them disgust. Brian slumped back against the chair, running a hand through his hair, whilst Carson looked flushed as hell.
"Look at you man, with her make up all over your face," Jesse drunkenly laughed, watching as Brian traced over his mouth and nose, where her make up was.
Letty chuckled, "Chocolate all over his face."
Dom cackled, "You alright Spilner?"
Carson smirked, yet when she went to wipe the make up off, Brian moved her hand away.
"Leave it there." Brian didn't care in the slightest, which honestly made her fall for him even more.
Leon remarked, "He's sprung."
"I've been sprung." Brian replied, turning to his girl, who beamed.
She held out her hand, "Give me my lip combo."
The team was stunned when he pulled out the lip liner and gloss from his pocket and passed it over to her.
"Yo! He carries it in his pocket? Down bad." Leon snorted, whilst Vince watched in disgust.
"Leave them alone guys," Mia nudged her girlfriend and took her hand. Keelie still couldn't stop mocking the flustered couple.
Carson rolled her eyes, "Yeah, leave us alone."
"I need a drink," Vince gritted out and pushed past the team as he stormed off, amusing Brian even more as his girlfriend replied her lip gloss.
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Brian couldn’t help it. His gaze always seemed to follow Carson. It was like that before he even knew her, and it certainly wasn’t about to change now that he was dating her. She was breathtaking. Truly breathtaking.
Between the kisses they shared and the jokes they exchanged, it was hard to focus on anything but her. She knew he didn't care. She originally joked that he was her stalker. And in a way, he was. He always made sure to be around before they were even together; before they even spoke. It was like she was a beacon, and he couldn't be deterred.
Sure, he had obstacles: his job being one of them.
He wanted to scream whenever he remembered that's why he was doing all of this. Carson was his in to the crew, yet still... she always made him forget that. She made him forget that he was undercover and that they could truly get lost in the world they were building.
And that's what was messed up.
It wasn't real.
Not really.
But it was to her.
And so he wouldn't let it go. Of their dream, their life, their love. Even if his guilt was gnawing at him to stay focused and pull away. But sitting with her now, under the moonlit sky, on the bonnet of her charger he leaned in, with his lips twitching up into a smile as they touched hers.
The kiss started off gentle and tender, like always. But he could never hold back for long, guiding her onto him as he shifted backwards, pouring more into their passionate kiss. His hand latched onto her cheek, stroking the soft skin. As soon as her hand covered his, he moved it to his chest, then lower.
Brian let out a shuddered breath when she tugged back. It was abrupt and sudden. The teasing smile on her face made his head tilt.
"Not here," Carson whispered, "And not in the car either. I know what you're thinking in that head of yours. That stare won't convince me," She sassed, wiping the smudged gloss off her lips. "You're trouble."
"I didn't say anything," He weakly defended, before cracking a smile and letting her wipe his lips. "And I can't help but stare. Look at you."
"Still not convincing enough," She muttered, not believing him.
There were times when she didn't. Almost like she knew it was all too good to be true. But for now, she would remain unaware: lost in the dream.
"C'mon, blondie, I'm tired. You're taking me back to Harry's. And I'll let you drive this beauty, only if you promise not to crash her."
"Oh, I promise."
a/n:
taken inspo from the deleted scene after mia and brian's date when they go to the beach.
Lmao, I didn't know you already had one for when Carson gave birth for the first time 😂 😅
But, if you don't mind, i would like to request one where Carson and Brian are like pillow talking.....just like fluff
PILLOW TALK
as requested <3
WARNINGS: fluff, hints at mature content
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“What?” Brian’s arms were folded behind the pillow his head rested on. His blue eyes followed his girlfriend who giggled to herself as she sat the edge of her bed, before joining him. Her room was dimly lit just how they liked. “What’s funny?”
Carson shrugged, “Y’know how you were eatin’ bum ass tuna sandwiches tryna get my attention.”
He rolled his eyes at the laughter that escaped her.
“They weren’t that bad.” Lie, and they both knew it. “Well, I got your didn’t I?” Now that was true. The grin splattered on her face made him chuckle. His naked chest rose and fell, when she finally joined him, sporting her cute little lilac nighty. It wasn’t pink shockingly, but most of her things were in the wash. “You liked that you had my attention.”
“Of course,” Carson confirmed when he shifted his position, turning on his side to face her, sitting up on one arm. “A pretty boy like you. Obviously.”
“Obviously huh?”
She nodded, “Yup.”
“Well, a pretty girl and a pretty boy just makes sense right?” The words pouring from his lips made the butterflies in her stomach take flight.
Carson couldn’t help but bite down her bottom lip, “Exactly.”
“Both who like cars,” Brian added, gaze deepening into hers as the sheets trapped them.
“Love cars,” she corrected.
“Love good food.”
“Good music.”
“Live an exciting life,” Brian marvelled, starting to trail his hand over her arm.
Goosebumps rose on her skin as he did so. The feelings he inspired had been blossoming for a while and she didn’t want them to ever stop.
“It’s like science that we’re together.” She teased.
“Biology… y’know since we’re always fused together,” He joked.
Carson dramatically gasped, “No, you just like my anatomy.”
“And you constantly caress mine,” he retorted, earning a pointed look.
“Nu-uh, that’s you. You’re obsessed.”
She gestured to how he was now gripping at her waist.
“Can’t help it, you have my attention,” His voice lowered, but his adoring tone stayed the same, much to her delight.
“Always?”
“Always baby. Y’know it’s more than just my attention you got.” Brian said sincerely. “So much more.”
Carson slowly nodded, as they shuffled closer, closing the gap between them. “Yeah, you’re a certified lover boy.”
He chuckled, “And what’s that make you huh?”
“Mine. Agreed?”
“For sure, now come here, I need to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.” Brian’s body moved to straddle hers.
Her squeals and giggles bounced off more than just the pillows between her four walls.
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Brian was trying. Trying to understand how much he missed. His wife had been struggling and only now he had noticed. He wanted to blame work, he wanted to blame the fact he was busy, busy trying to provide for his family. His girls. I just need you to help more. Her pleading rippled through his mind like a bullet. And so he was going to do just that. He didn’t give Carson time to pack her bags, he did it, regardless of her confusion. And against her protests, he told her to kiss goodbye their daughter and took her out of their house the moment Suki and Tej arrived. Jessie and Ultra were in their care for a few days, giving Brian hopefully enough time to ensure his wife knew she could rely on him.
Location: Brazil.
Where they had their honeymoon.
He just prayed it was the perfect destination for them.
“Carson?” Brian called out to her, seeing she was still on the phone to Suki. Asking about how Jessie was, if she ate, if she asked for them, if she was scared without her parents. “She’s fine. Trust me she’s in good hands.” He heard her finally hang up with a huff. Their clothes were still in their suitcases, that remained at the entrance of the villa they resided in. A few people owed him some favours at his job, so he didn’t hesitate to call them in, especially for his wife. “Let’s take a look around. We’re staying here a while.”
She gulped, “You said 4 days.”
“Right, that’s good, you needed a break.”
“You weren’t listening to me,” she let out a groan as she folded her arms.
His shoulders slumped, “I was.”
“I said I needed help. I needed what you promised me. Not a holiday. Brian, have you ever realised I have never spent more than a day away from Jessie?”
“I’m aware and this is why this would be good. A good time just to relax.” He was immediately starting to realise maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. She was panicking. Shaking at the thought of being in a different country. And what made matters worse was she had begun to leak. “Baby…”
“Fuck,” tears pooled in her eyes when she noticed, clutching at her breasts. “I… please tell me you packed — never mind.”
“I did, it’s in the car,” Brian assured her, he made sure the pump was the first thing he packed. Luckily aware of each feeding time. Even though Carson was still breastfeeding, she was weening Jessie off of it, and starting her on formula. Luckily there were bottles in the fridge back home and milk lollies in the freezer since Jessie was teething. “I’ll go get it.”
Carson struggled to contain her tears when Brian raced out of the villa, leaving her in her own exhaustion. She didn’t want to be here. She just didn’t. Driving, then being shipped, was tiring and cramped. Not even the music could comfort her. I just need help, not a fucking holiday. It appeared Brian had planned a few things for them to do. The beach was one of them. The beach where her whole body would be on show.
She tugged at the mesh cover that cascaded over her thighs. Thighs she didn’t want to look at. Thighs that were glowing in the sun but she didn’t seem to care about that. The weather only worsened her mood. As were many young bodies that ran passed her and her husband as she tried lying down on a beach chair.
“Want some more water?” Brian gestured to the almost empty bottle on the table between them. He sat up, feet sinking into the sand whilst he stared over his wife’s body. “Whatever you’d like Sonny.”
“I’m fine.” She readjusted her cover for the 10th time.
“You’re gonna get way too hot in that thing,” he said, pulling off his shirt, it was clinging to him. The sweat had seeped through and he couldn’t take it. What he didn’t know was his perfect toned body irked her more. “C’mon baby, wanna put this on me?” He held up a bottle of sunscreen, catching her attention. As did the many eyes that cut to her husband when they looked over. “You know you hate if I get sunburnt.”
Swallowing the knot in her throat, she nodded, cautiously getting up, clutching her cover, hoping it didn’t ride up.
The sand made her stumble between his legs, where his hands caught her waist and stabled her.
“Ah,” he chuckled, grinning cheekily up at her. “You’re so beautiful. Don’t know how many times I’ve said that today, but I need to say it more.”
“Pass me the bottle,” Carson held out her hand, dismissing his compliments. His amusement almost faltered, had she not been standing so close. His hands didn’t want to stop caressing at her sides. One more minute and her body would stop tensing. But her demand was clear and so he passed her the bottle. “Thanks.” She mumbled, popping open the lid, and squeezing its contents into her hand. She rubbed it into her hands and then into his shoulders. He didn’t look away when she repeated the same thing until he caught her hands. “Brian, I need to get your back before you burn.”
“Can you please relax?” He said almost pleadingly. “I know I disrupted your schedule. Everything. But I’m trying. I want you to come to me when you’re worried.”
Carson tensed again, shrugging out of his hold and rounding the beach chair, wanting to finish what he had asked before.
“I’m sorry.” He didn’t stop talking, even if he couldn’t see her expressions on her pretty face. “I just need you to know that.”
“Okay,” she settled on to at once she was finished. He craned his neck to the side, to see that she hardly reacted to his apology. “What?”
“That’s it?” His eyes followed her as she began walking back to her chair.
She said nothing else, rolling her yes at anyone leering at her husband, frustrating her more. Brian didn’t press again. Despite the boiling sun and the raving locals, Carson didn’t care much to look around at the place she once loved.
And so when they returned to the villa, their arguments only crept up again, as the sun was bleeding into the horizon.
Her bikini and cover dropped onto their bedroom floor as he trailed after her in his trunks and flip-flops.
“You literally told me, everything I do is my job.”
Brian frowned, “I know.”
“You literally made me feel ungrateful,” she exclaimed, grabbing a hair band and pulling up her hair.
“I know and —“ Brian was cut off as she faced him, eyes simmering with rage.
“You don’t fucking know Brian. Do you know it feels like having a kid and you try and try and give her everything you never got and it feels like she doesn’t feel it? Like she doesn’t feel the love I feel?”
“What…” his breath hitched in his throat as his gaze darted over her contorted features.
She breathed out, “She likes you more than me.”
“She doesn’t.” Brian instantly denied.
“She liked you because you’re hardly around. Everyone loves the parent that isn’t really present.”
He couldn’t help but softly scoff, “Right.”
She groaned in annoyance, “What? Brian, you spend sometimes a week or two away from us. And when Jessie is finally asleep, and when Ultra is too, I don’t sleep. I can’t. I’m just alone.” She listed, feeling tears sting at her as she slumped against the wall they stood before, “Cleaning, washing, mopping, vacuuming, feeding, cooking, changing and then repeating it all over again.” Her throat felt raw, “I’m so fucking tired all the time and sometimes I just don’t want to be there. In that home. And sometimes… I don’t want…”
Brian’s blinking quickened when he caught on to her hesitant hints.
“What? To be a mom? To be my wife?”
“I guess,” her words escaped her before her mind could catch up.
Brian let out a shuddered breath, “Wow.”
“Don’t,” her jaw twitched, when she saw his downcast stare, “Don’t make me feel guilty. I already feel guilty enough.”
“I’m not trying to make you feel guilty,” he assured, yet her admission was like shards piercing his heart.
Carson swallowed harshly as she anxiously folded her arms, “It disgusts me, Brian. To know that sometimes I just wanna not…”
“You’re human,” he defended, following her every move.
“I’m a mom. And a wife and sometimes it’s too much,” she confessed, tears dared to escape her glossy eyes.
“I should’ve realised sooner.” He took a step toward them, wincing at the harsh light cast over them. “You felt alone. You were alone and I’m sorry.” Apologies were tumbling from his lips. “But that’s gonna change baby. You’re my wife and mother of our baby girl. The love of my life. I won’t let you get away that easy. Okay?” He assured. No, he promised as he stepped closer to her, determined to make her know every word he said he meant. Their hands grazed each other whilst he continued, “Raising a kid is both our responsibilities. Our jobs. Not yours alone.”
Not yours alone… she wanted to trust him. She needed to. For her sanity. For their marriage. For their daughter. For their future.
And so she nodded.
“Not mine alone,” she uttered, exhaling quietly as their foreheads pressed together.
“Not yours alone,” he repeated.
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a/n:
I felt this continuation was needed. Plus I like the angst between them.
“Sonny, baby,” Brain got Carson’s attention, drawing her eyes away from the cartoons that entertained her. “What’s this?” She turned to her phone which was in his hands, he’d been using it to change his name in her contacts when someone texted her: Johnny Tran. “Seriously?”
“I can’t even see what you’re showing me?” She tiredly sat up on the couch.
He practically shoved the phone into her hand, “Here.”
How you livin’ Summer?
- JT
“The hell?” Brian exclaimed, setting his feet on the floor.
She glanced up in disbelief, “Why are you mad at me?”
“I wanna know why he’s textin’ you, why you even have his number saved?” He didn’t get why she wasn’t more understanding.
“He texts me stupid shit like that all the time. Usually happens when he’s drunk, it don’t mean nothin’” She turned off her phone.
“Why don’t you delete his number? Or tell to back off, unless you want him to text you?” He pressed, taking her phone back.
“You’re soundin’ really jealous right now,” she realised, turning to him and lowering the volume of the TV.
Brian scoffed, “No I’m mad.”
“What do you want me to do?” She questioned, frowning slightly.
“I’m not gonna tell you to do anythin’, I don’t wanna be one of those controllin’ guys but this ain’t right to me.”
“I’ll delete his number if you want,” she suggested, eyeing him as he got more pissed off. “Give me the phone — Brian.” She emphasised his name when he just turned back to the message on her phone he picked up, eyes manically reading over it. She rose onto her knees and snatched it off him, startled that his grip had been so strong. “There,” she deleted the contact from the phone. She showed it to him, letting his darkened gaze see before she tossed her phone round the side. “Happy now?”
He scoffed, “Don’t act like I shouldn’t be pissed about this.”
“I just fixed the issue,” Carson stated, huffing when he didn’t drop it.
“You should’ve deleted his number ages ago.”
“But I didn’t. And now I have. Because I’m with you,” she wrung out her hands. Frustrated she turned back to the television, curling into herself when his arms were still digging into his legs. “I’m sorry?” She didn’t know if she should apologise or not but he didn’t seem to be receptive to anything.
Brian just stayed quiet took the remote and turned up the sound.
a = affection - brian is affectionate toward carson.
he loves to show her how much he cares and deeply listens to her, through the gifts he buys, or how he engages in conversations. he’s always actively listening. his cop background helps with that.
b = best friend — as a best friend, they would
bond first over their love of cars, or car designs. they’d meet at a street race. he’d be impressed by her driving and the detailing on her car, and potentially want her to design something for him or teach him some moves.
c = cuddles — brian loves to be holding carson.
cuddling, he’ll do usually whenever they’re in bed, or standing near each other. he’d be the big spoon, and sometimes, he’d lay on her chest, head on her breasts and breathing in her scent.
d = domestic — settling down is definitely on the
cards for them, however, neither would want to bring it up first. Instead, they just act like a married couple; cooking (carson cooks, brian cleans)
e = ending — if they were to break up up, carson
would be the one to do it. when discovers his lies, she would drop the entire relationship. brian would fight for them but she would just leave it.
f = fiancé — they’re committed to each other and
brian has imagined many times putting a ring on her finger, just as much as carson has envisioned wearing one.
g = gentle — emotionally… carson is the one to talk. she wears her heart on her sleeve.
brian is more reserved, keeping his feelings close to his chest. but physically, he’s gentle with her, treating her like a queen, he does the same.
h = hugs — they hug upon greeting and then
saying goodbye.
i = i love you — brian would want to say it first,
but carson would just blurt it out. she would be embarrassed, but he would immediately say it back, assuring her of his deep and intimate feelings for her.
j = jealousy — it’s obvious whenever brian is
jealous. it’s all over his face. he glares or scowls when he’s jealous. he asks or says stupid or inappropriate things.
k = kisses — kisses between brian and carson
start soft and cute, then get heated and passionate as the moment continues. neck kisses are carson’s favourite. secretly brian adores having his forehead kissed.
l = little ones — children would come up randomly.
brian knows how sensitive the topic is, especially since carson was abandoned by her mom, and left without a dad. he always thought she like be a great mom, but knows whenever they’re ready, it’ll happen. he would love to start a family with her.
m = morning — brian is always up first.
in the minutes or hours, he’s up before carson, he just lays with his arms wrapped around her, admiring her.
n = night — they fall asleep to music playing in the
background. brian would hear carson slowly get quieter as she tries telling him about their plans for the next day.
o = open — brian isn’t an open book.
it would take a lot for brian to tell carson details about his past. she’d respect it, yet she is curious about his childhood, his parents, and his old friends. something serious would have to happen for him to reveal anything. and even then, it would be a gradual process.
p = patience — brian only gets angry when he’s
protective over carson or feels like something is wrong, like he’s being disrespected; like another guy trying to hit on carson right in front of him. other than that he’s a pretty chill guy.
q = quizzes — brian doesn’t say it often, but he
would remember passing comments that carson would say. on their first date, she mentioned a car ornament that she wanted. weeks later and she was randomly gifted with it. he’s an attentive guy. he would rarely forget anything about carson.
r = remember — brian’s favourite moment about
his and carson’s relationship is them in the garage. they can be wrapped up in each others company and find themselves in either complete silence, or engaging in a conversation. and neither would notice anyone else, just each other.
s = security — brian is naturally protective. he’s a
cop, an undercover one, but a cop nonetheless. whether it’s an arm around carson’s shoulder, walking on the edge of the sidewalk or even just making sure she’s wearing a seatbelt when he’s driving, he’s gonna make sure she’s okay and safe. carson would protect brian by keeping close whenever they’re near people he doesn’t know. she would defend him always.
t = try — their dates would always be very
spontaneous, or planned them the day before. they’re thrill seakers, it’s in their veins. however, with gifts and every day tasks, they’d make sure each other knows they’re always listening and aware of what needs to be done or potentially bought.
u = ugly — brian’s anger is a bad habit of his.
carson would hate when he wouldn’t just say what’s wrong. he would take his frustrations out on her and make it feel like she’s at fault. carson can be similar, although her focus shifts if she feels upset and does not acknowledge when he’s trying to help.
v = vanity — they’re a pretty people, that’s it.
w = whole — brian couldn’t focus if he doesn’t
know if carson is okay or not. just one text would suffice and until then, he’s internally panicking.
x = xtra — he loves how put together she is.
how pink is her favourite colour and how good it effortlessly looks on her. he’d take picture of her whenever (with her permission of course,) she’s his screensaver.
y = yuck — he wouldn’t like blatant disrespect
or to be ignored. he loses it when carson doesn’t acknowledge him or just disregards him. if they’re gonna argue, he wants to argue not to leave it alone. (very hypocritical but oh well)
z = zzz — brian can sometimes talk in his sleep.
or sometimes can only sleep when his shirt is on carson. he loves to the feel of his sheets on her, before bed.
