#whiskey asks

         A knock at your door has your head snapping up at the sound. You smile past your frustration as you watch Tequila and Whiskey enter your office together. They both come walking over to standing in front of your desk where there is a small prettily wrapped present sitting on your desk. You huff softly as you turn back to your computer.

         “What’s this Moonshine?” Tequila asks with a grin as he reaches for the present on your desk. You beat him to it and slap his hand away.

         “Don’t touch.” You admonish and hear Whiskey’s smooth laughter to your right where he comes to stand close to you. A cup of your favorite drink is presented before you and you turn smiling brightly up at Whiskey. “Why thank ya Whisk.” you coo at him as you take the drink and sip from it before turning back to your computer.

         “So what is this?” Tequila asks again with a wave to the present while he takes a seat in one of the chairs in front of your desk.

         “This gentlemen is my latest gift.” You say with a flourish of your hand to the present.

         “What do you mean gift?” asks Whiskey curiously while Tequila frowns softly.

         “And what do you mean latest?” Tequila asks concerned.

         “You see boys. I have been receiving gifts from someone for the past three weeks!” You says say exasperatedly as you wipe a hand over your face. “It started out with a single lone tulip, my favorite flower. Then it became a pretty bouquet of tulips.” You begin to explain.

         “Do you know who it is?” Whiskey asks curiously as he leans against the edge of your desk still looking at your computer over your shoulder.

         “No and it’s driving me insane!” you exclaim as you again rub your hand down your face in exasperation.

         “You’ve got a secret admirer.” Tequila sings to you teasingly and you easily flip him the bird. “Shouldn’t you be happy that someone likes your cranky ass enough to buy you gifts?” Tequila gripes out and you sigh softly. You feel a warm hand on your lower back and look to see Whiskey watching you with a look of concern.

         “I am ecstatic that I have a secret admirer don’t get me wrong. But it’s more than being about the gifts.” You say with another soft sigh.

         “What do you mean?” Whiskey asks calmly at your side.

         “This person has taken the time to find out things about me. They know my favorite flower, they know how I take my coffee, they know that I hate eating fortune cookies but I love and collect the fortunes.” You say softly. “I’d like to meet this person who has spent so much time to get to know me that they probably know me better than the two of you. And you two are my closest friends here.” You say feeling yourself growing more agitated and frustrated again. “I’d like to get to know this person just as well as they’ve gotten to know me.”

         “So what’s the plan?” Tequila asked knowingly and you smile over to him as you tap on your keyboard pulling up the surveillance system that you installed in your office.

         “It’s already underway. I set up cameras in my office to try and catch this son ofa gun.” You say proudly as you show the two men. Whiskey chokes on his drink as he’s taking a sip from it and you turn to him with worry in your eyes. “You alright?” you ask him and he nods as he begins to cough loudly while trying to wave away your concern.

         “Did you catch them?” Whiskey asks in a rasp as he continues to cough.

         “Well technically yeah.” You begin to explain as you pull up the video footage of the person entering into your office to place the newest gift on your desk.

         “What do you mean technically?” asks Tequila.

         “Just watch.” You hiss out to him and press play on the footage. The three of you watch as a man walks into the office with his Stetson pulled down low on his face obstructing it from view. He walks from your office door to your desk and places the gift softly down on your desk and then quickly exits the room. “He manages to walk in front of each one of my cameras but I still don’t have a clear shot of him!” you say frustrated as Tequila laughs loudly next to you.

         “Our head of surveillance got duped by another agent.” Tequila hoots out loudly and you scowl over to him.

         “Shut up Tequila!” you hiss angrily at him.

         “Oh this is amazing! Well good luck with that I know that’s going to drive you batty for a good long time.” Tequila says laughing delightedly as he stands from his lean on your desk at your left side and walks out of your office.           You then turn to Whiskey and bat your eyelashes at him watching as he eyes you cautiously.

         “Whisk you wouldn’t happen to know who it is would you?” you plead with him trying to garner information from him.

         “Why don’t you open your gift and see if they left you a clue?” Whiskey suggests softly and you sigh turning back to the gift. Picking it up you see that it’s a long slender box wrapped in pretty purple wrapping paper that sparkles. Quickly unwrapping it you gasp softly as you see a pretty silver charm bracelet lying inside the box. Gently picking it up you lay it over your palm and study all the charms on the bracelet. There’s a large S charm, a mason jar charm, a tulip charm, a crescent moon charm, and finally in the middle of the bracelet is a flat disc charm that you see has an engraving on it.

         You are the moon to my shine. –JD

         You feel your eyes widen as you read over the words again, remembering immediately where you had first heard them. It had been years ago when you first started here at Statesman when you were picking out your code name. You, Tequila and Whiskey had all been hanging out at the bar not far from the office drinking together and having a good time. Tequila and Whiskey had been brainstorming with you about your code name when Whiskey had come up with the perfect name, Moonshine. It had fit you perfectly since you were from a small back roads town out in the country and actually knew how to make your own moonshine. But it had also fit you perfectly because of what Whiskey had said.

         “You’re not a morning person you’re more of a night owl. So it even fits you in more ways than one. Since you’re the moon to my shine.” Jack had drunkenly confessed to you with a bright blush on his cheeks.

         “Yeah since Whiskey is a morning person and you’re a night owl you are the moon to his shine.” Tequila had agreed giggling softly like a teenage girl.

         Turning you see Whiskey looking at you apprehensively knowing that you had figured out that it was him who was your secret admirer.

         “It’s you.” You say softly and Whiskey nods his head slowly still watching you with caution. Suddenly you launch yourself at him and hug him tightly to yourself. “Oh you sweet sweet man!” you coo softly to him before cupping his face in your hands. “Put it on me, please?” you whisper to him and he nods as his fingers pluck the bracelet from your hand.

already fuck-drunk and needy benny who's been humping frankie's thigh for the past five minutes as santi helps you into the harness, just grabbing at your hips the moment you're close enough and sucking on the fake cock hanging between your legs because if no one is going to touch him then he's gotta do something, he's going insane. (and whhhheeeewwwww fuck is that a sight, it catches santi completely off guard and makes him so much harder than he'd thought possible, already hoping benny will blow him while you fuck benny. frankie, meanwhile, can't help but to palm at benny's ass before sliding two lube-slicked fingers in, just to watch benny moan at the feeling, already distracted from the goal of waiting for you.)

or maybe smug whiskey who will not shut the fuck up, his thick honeyed drawl as much of a menace as he is so you just knee-walk up the bed to make him shut up. he thinks he's going to be rewarded for his dirty talk by you sitting on his face, right up until you lower the strap and suggest he finds a better use for his mouth. the hesitation shows for only a second before he's experimentally sucking the head. and he's never done this before but already he can tell it's going to become addictive, grabbing your hips and pulling you forward, thinking about how he wants it covered in your slick too just so he can taste you at the same time.

Din doesn’t actually have any pjs so…pass? Sorry! Plus he’s not really one to even think about that kind of thing? Because all things - clothes included - have to serve a purpose in his life. They need to have functionality and clothes in particular need to be protective. Because while maybe Din doesn’t quiiiite sleep with an eye open - he’s more of just a very light sleeper - he does need to be ready to go as soon as he needs to be, whenever that is. This is, after all, the man that goes to bed in full armour, explosives and all strapped to him. So that armour probably only really comes off out of necessity or when he feels particularly safe, like maybe back when he had the covert to visit on Nevarro. BUT! That all being said, he truly appreciates you bringing softness into his life. True, he doesn’t quite know how to take it and is very confused by it all but he does appreciate the gesture.

With Ezra…well to start with good luck finding a matching set anything in the ass end of space that isn’t absolutely horrible. Like, your options are something terribly garish or basic utility and there isn’t often something in-between. So let’s be fair here; you guys probably already match because variety is in short supply this far out. You don’t have a choice. One of you has definitely had to buy up stacks of standard underclothes and compression suits for jobs and you can just count yourself lucky that they are not all a one-size-fits-all kind of deal. Most evenings this doesn’t register because of course you’re wearing the same thing? What else exists out here in the Fringe? But on other evenings when he’s in one of his very good moods? There’s a high probability that at some point Ezra has made a comment about you both matching and has commented on how you wear it far better than him. To which he gets a bits bar lobbed at his head because “Oh yeah Ezra, this is real sexy.” (read: sarcasm) but also “Really? The utility underwear everyone this side of the Fringe wears does it for you?” Yeah he can’t take his own shitty joke seriously either, already breaking off into that dumb wheezy laugh he has when he’s being a deliberate ass but it doesn’t matter, it served it’s purpose - you’re hiding a smile and he’s standing right next to you.

And matching underwear? Again, you’re already matching! But if he thinks you’re wearing his? Well that’s just an excellent excuse to come over and try and take them off you.

Firstly, I feel like Frankie is the type of guy who doesn’t really mind that much if you do it? It’s kinda cute but more importantly if it makes you happy it makes him happy. But also? He maybe accidentally already did it and that’s what prompted the thought?. It’s just he saw you really like that one shirt of his - you’re always stealing it to lounge around in during the day or to sleep in - so he thought hey, maybe she’d like her own one? Not realising, of course, that the main reason you really liked that one shirt was because it was his. So it’s bedtime and your quietly pouting away to yourself because Frankie has the shirt this night and when he catches your face he suddenly remembers! He had a gift for you! He presents it, all kinda proud of himself but then a little upset when you don’t seem quite as excited as he thought you’d be. It takes a soft explanation as you finger the hem of his shirt for him to get it. His solution? Simply that’s he’s going to have to wear them both so they’re both his and yours, swapping the one he was wearing for the new and handing you the old. And yeah. He gets it. And he’d rather see you in his clothes than something matching.

Javier’s reaction is definitely just why? That or simply "I sleep naked, you don't have to buy anything to match me”. Sorry, he’s just not the kind of guy for that kind of thing at all. Though it can be said that he doesn’t hate it quite as much as thought he would so he’s more in the boat of “is the biggest grouch about it ever but also kinda lets it happen?” At least a bit. Oh I’m not saying he really wears a set if you get it, more of what I am saying is that your set totally goes missing so you have to wear his all the time and that’s better. And if you mention matching underwear? Well he’ll just give you a look (and I mean a Look™, all the way down to your ass and back up again) and a “I don’t think I’d fit in your underwear cariño.”

Whiskey…ok…so. SO. This man is a menace and he is forever going to be a menace, ok? So when he sees an opportunity for a well meaning gag? He grabs it with both hands and he fucking takes it. Oh he’d never mock you for your love for him and he’d be horrified if he thought you felt that - when you’re in a relationship with him that bit he takes deadly seriously it’s just…well he’s a menace. So sure. Matching pjs. That’s cute. But you let him pick stuff out (mistake? You decide) and his turn out a lot skimpier than yours. Let’s just say he enjoys being an ass and showing his ass ;) So as for matching underwear? If you wanna wear a thong let’s just say the man is not opposed to matching you. At all. He is, in fact, rather proud of his ass, thank you very much darlin’.