At lunchtime, MacTavish went and knocked on Reynolds's door. He heard a lazy come in and wasn't expecting what awaited him. She was lying down on her bed, with her legs up the wall reading a book.
"Are you combining Pilates and reading together?" he asked, perplexed.
"Kinda", she shrugged, and he chuckled.
"Do you wanna eat something?"
"Nah, I'm good," she replied, showing him the pack of half-opened crackers.
"That's not enough to sustain you," he claimed, confused.
"It's enough for me."
"Whatever you say. See you later."
Darkness descended quite quickly when you spend the whole day intermittently reading and sleeping. She decided to go downstairs in the rec room and spotted MacTavish at the end with a bottle of whiskey resting in front of him. A third of the bottle was already gone as he stared darkly in the distance.
Reynolds was going to eat something in the kitchen but changed direction instead and went to sit near him, her back resting against the table facing outwards.
"Good evening," she said, testing the waters.
"Reynolds."
"Are you okay?" she asked concerned, grabbing the bottle in her hand.
"Aye."
"Was this full when you started?"
"'t was."
He was already slurring, and he avoided making eye contact at all costs.
"What's the plan?" she asked.
"Getting piss drunk obviously," he replied, raising his eyebrow at her.
Reynolds was suspecting that there was a deeper reason MacTavish did not take the R & R, and it was not because he had a lot of work to do. She was sure that the guilt from the mission was still crushing him and remained there simply to punish himself.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" she asked softly.
"I'm fine," he replied irate.
"Okay then. Wanna watch a movie?"
"Sure. I'll put on some popcorn," he offered.
She flipped through the selection of DVDs they had. Jesus Christ... the movies were all dark, gory war movies from the second world war.
"Do you have anything that's a bit... lighter?" she inquired.
"You won't find any romcoms over there," he laughed from the kitchen.
She found one a bit less gory. It was still about the military but at least it won't upset her stomach for the rest of the evening.
She crossed her legs on the sofa, grabbing a handful of popcorn and gobbled away. The movie had an interesting plot at least. For some reason, MacTavish decide to place the popcorn bowl on his side to eat more comfortable, so she had to lean over to get some.
"Really?" she asked annoyed, as he simply grinned.
Getting uncomfortable with the position, she lied down and rested her legs on him while munching on some more popcorn. He raised his eyebrows at her.
"Comfortable?"
"Mhmm," she replied, ignoring his inquisitive look.
He grabbed the whiskey and went to take a swig, but she snatched it from him so that she could drink instead.
"Really?" he asked, and she raised her shoulders casually.
With the popcorn gone, they took turns with the whiskey. Distracted by the movie, they did not even realise they reached the bottom, their heads swimming was the only indication that they have over-consumed the alcohol.
Fuck... groaned Reynolds inwardly. She felt like she was floating on a cloud, her head heavy. Somehow, she still felt light and at peace. The ending of the movie ended in a blur. Wait, did the main character die? Did he end up meeting with his teammates? What the hell was going on?
"You're bloody drunk," snickered MacTavish.
"Look who's talking," she slurred. "I need to get to bed or I'm going to fall asleep on the couch."
"Going up so soon?" he mumbled.
"I think it's best."
The problem was that having slept most of the day and being a natural insomniac meant that Reynolds was not going to sleep anytime soon. She went in her room simply to avoid making the same mistake as before when she was drunk. Even though, deep down she knew that she could not take MacTavish out of her mind. He consumed her thoughts more than she cared to admit, and she couldn't understand why.
In the beginning, the man belittled her, disrespected her, ignored her, and did not waste any time to show her that she was not welcome. After the mission in Rio, he showed her another side of him, more human. She was left in disbelief as he came to check on her that night, she had a PTS episode simply because others showed a bit of concern. He was a good man.
She changed into her PJs to try and be ready when sleep decided to hit her. With her back against the wall and sitting crossed leg on her bed, Reynolds was startled with a soft knock on her door.
"Yep?"
MacTavish stuck his head in her room.
"Still awake?"
"I guess."
"Can I join you?"
"Sure. There's nothing better to do at one in the morning."
He dragged his feet and joined her on the bed.
"Are you staring at the wall?" he asked confused.
"Yes, I am."
He laughed gently and she looked at him with a grin.
"Sobered up?" she asked.
"Getting there," he responded with a chuckle.
They stood there in complete silence staring at the blank wall opposite them.
"Tell me a bit about you Christianne," he said unexpectedly.
"You've read my file. There's nothing else to add."
"There's nothing about your favourite colour or music or how you like to pass your time."
She glanced at him momentarily trying to understand if he's either genuinely curious or one of his power play traps.
Shifting uncomfortably, she tried to force herself to open up. "Favourite colour is purple; I love oldie music and jazz, and I like to train and read. And if I would have been back in New York, I would spend most weekends out club hopping and seeing with whom I would end up with."
"Well, if you dress the same way you did in Amsterdam, I'm sure you attracted a lot of suitors," he smirked.
Reynolds burst out laughing. "That was only for the mission. That is too provocative even for me. Even though I don't really dress far off for the clubs. But, yeah, you're right. I did attract lots of suitors," she winked at him.
"A woman such as yourself, I have no doubt..."
She felt her cheeks flush and avoided his gaze.
"What about you?" she suddenly asked.
"Me? Give me a pub, a couple of pints, and I'm set for the night."
"Would any lovely ladies be joining you?" she sneered.
"Sometimes..." he replied, licking his lips.
"Quite a ladies' man then," she snickered.
"I have no trouble attracting the ladies, but I'm having trouble with one in particular."
"Oh?"
"Anytime I try to come close to her, she pushes me away."
She gulped hard and suddenly the blank wall turned extremely interesting.
"Maybe she doesn't like you."
"I don't think that's the case," he whispered.
Asshole's secure of himself, you'll have to give him that, she leered.
She froze as she felt his breath hot on her neck his lips grazing her ear. Her heart thudded in her chest, her breaths becoming fast and shallow. She turned her head slightly to face him, his lips mere inches away from hers. But he stopped as though to give her the choice if to proceed or not. Still unsure, her body was moving against her will to close the gap between them.
Their lips touched, their kiss light as a feather. Feeling somewhat nervous around him, she held back but MacTavish had other plans. He moved closer, putting more pressure on her lips which she gladly returned the favour.
His hand roamed over her leg and grabbed her thigh with force, swinging her over him. She gasped by the sudden action and tried to balance herself out. With a smirk, he steadied her out instantly, not wanting to waste more time. His hands wandered underneath her sweater, up and down her back tugging at her bra clasp. Swiftly, he grabbed her sweater and bra altogether and threw them to the side. Following his lead, she removed his t-shirt, swept aside forgotten.
His fingers digging deeper into her skin as if pleading with her to get closer. She obliged, her chest pressing against his. Their tongues fighting furiously their breathing heavy and uneven.
In spite of returning his advances and passion definitely did not fall short, something was off. MacTavish slowed down and met her confused stare at the sudden pause.
"Are you sure you wanna do this?" he asked softly.
"What? Why? Did I do something wrong?" she asked, panicked.
"Not at all, darlin'," he smirked. "But your body is stiff. I can feel you tense, and I don't want to force this on you."
Reynolds was left speechless at this observation. "I admit I feel a bit intimidated by you," she murmured.
A grin spread across his face as his hands rested on her neck.
"There is no need to feel that way. Relax. Let me take care of you, yeah? I'll do the work, darling."
He traced her neckline with the tip of his tongue, and she responded with a trembling breath. Gently, he guided her to lie down next to him. His hands shifting over her body, her scars feeling like light bumps underneath his fingertips. He sucked her neck lightly, the scent of fruit ever so intoxicating forcing his breath to shudder. Her breast so soft underneath his touch that he started getting restless. His hand continued roaming underneath her waist band.
Reynolds inhaled sharply, instinctively shifting her legs to give him more access. MacTavish could not help but sport a cheeky grin. Her body squirming near him turned him on even more. He emitted a low growl as he nipped her ear.
"Mmm, you're dripping all over my hand, love."
A loud moan escaped her lips as his fingers parted her slit, gliding over her arousal. Without warning, a finger found its way inside her. She covered her mouth, pursing her lips to be quieter but he firmly removed it.
"I want to hear you enjoying yourself," he whispered in her ear.
She could not stop even if she wanted to. The rhythm was getting hastier and the kisses sloppier. He was stretching her, preparing her for what to come. She grabbed on any part of his body that she could get her hands on. One finger turned to two and then three increasing the intensity by a tenfold. Her breathing became so hurried and shallow that she started feeling dizzy.
"John... Fuck..." she mumbled.
He chuckled darkly as his gaze swept over her, studying her. She looked entrancing the way she writhed underneath him as he brought her closer to her orgasm. Her eyes fluttering, her teeth biting into her lower lip nearly making it bleed. He was getting aroused only by looking at her. Blood started to rush between his legs, groaning at how his cock strained against pants.
She continued squirming and he felt a sense of urgency. He felt a sense of desperation to hear her sing. He needed to feel her spasm as she unravelled around his fingers.
"You want to come?"
"Y-yes, I-" she looked at him with pleading eyes.
"Hmm, but do you really deserve to?"
She levelled a murderous glare at him. His other hand stroking her cheek while the other was working her relentlessly pushing in and out of her. Her moans causing him to get harder, his erection verging on painful.
He rolled his eyes playfully. "Stop glaring at me like you don't enjoy me teasing you."
"Don't you dare do this to me," she hissed.
He couldn't help but laugh heartily. The fighter in the sergeant always managed to seep through. "Always so needy for me... Can't help yourself, can you?"
"I-I can't John, no." Her confession slipped involuntarily from her lips.
The way his name was whispered motivated him to accelerate the tempo. She looked at him, her brows furrowed giving him a pleading look. Suddenly, her eyes closed shut, her back arched and she screamed out a moan, from deep within.
Her legs trembled and her body shuddered as she came down from her high. His fingers continued working her and she had to grab his arm and force him away or he was not going to stop.
"You dick," she giggled, still trying to calm herself down.
MacTavish laughed and bit his lip as he saw her legs quiver. Her chest rising and falling as she recovered, but he was an impatient man. He needed to be inside her and feel her pussy clench around his cock.
He removed her pants along with his and she started mumbling. "Umm, I think I have... in my bedstand..."
He shushed her softly.
"Let me worry, ducky. You, relax."
She heard the rustling of the foil packaging getting ripped open. She could not help but smirk at the fact that he came prepared.
"Do you still wanna do this?" he whispered tenderly.
She nodded confidently as she slipped her arms around his neck while he positioned himself on top of her. She felt his tip glide over her entrance causing her to jolt slightly, still sensitive from her climax.
She looked at him as he exhaled deeply as soon as he entered her.
"Fuck..." he moaned.
She groaned as she felt him stretching her. He was a bit on the larger side, so she needed a while to adjust. He gave her the time needed to stretch around him as long as he could. But the hot sensation enveloping his cock was getting too much and he started thrusting his hips with a steady pace. He tried to control himself as much as he could, but being inside her felt overwhelmingly intense.
The way he cursed under his breath excited her. His eyes were sewn shit and his brow furrowed as though he tried focusing solely on the sensation of being inside her. He peppered her with kisses over her face, neck, and shoulders. They were so gentle that she felt her chest ache.
She noticed that his restraint was slipping so she decided to take advantage of it. She grabbed him from his hips and forced him under her. In a dazing split second, MacTavish found himself with Reynolds on top.
She giggled as she nibbled on his lower lip, her hips swaying back and forth. His hands going up and down her back, finally resting on her hips, not moving an inch, letting her dictate the pace.
"I guess you were right," she teased. "My favourite position was me being on top of you."
He groaned, his fingers digging deep into her hips as he felt an intense feeling build up. He started shaking his head, his face scrunched up and she panicked slightly.
"Darling... I can't..."
In a rush, he grabbed her and forced her under him. With a couple of final strong thrusts, he growled as his fingers dug deep into her thigh. The release was so potent that he felt an ache in his abdomen. After a couple of shudders he let out a few deep breaths and fell near her, both struggling to steady their breaths.
He cleaned himself and returned to the bed sliding underneath the sheets. He slipped his arm around her waist and dragged her even closer to him. He pecked her softly on her temple as she rested her arm on his chest and snuggled alongside him.
"Goddamn, that was..." she sighed.
"Euphoric, mind-blowing, orgasmic?" he suggested, nonchalantly.
She playfully slapped him on his chest. "Stop being arrogant!"
He shrugged, his palm pressing on her back forcing her even closer to him.
"Are you alright?" he whispered.
Reynolds smiled shyly and nodded.
"The way you drove me crazy tonight, I think I feel more intimidated by you than the other way round," he chuckled.
"I doubt it," she laughed, still breathless.
MacTavish looked at her, really looked at her. Her face flush, hair strands stuck to her cheeks because of the sweat. Her fingertips tenderly brushing his chest as her eyes fluttered, drifting into a peaceful sleep.
And he was left alone with his thoughts. He had spent all the time since she arrived pushing her buttons and irritating her to no end enjoying her bristling and huffing. He became obsessed with the fire in her and he enjoyed coaxing it out of her.
But this? This wasn't a game. Not anymore, anyway. He looked at her hand resting serenely on him, trusting him not to devour her wholly.
Somewhere between the snide remarks and the power plays, she had become a weakness. His weakness. And she didn't even know it.
His thumb brushed against her shoulder without thinking, a disbelieving huff almost slipping out. He'd meant to keep this casual, to stay untouchable.
Instead, he'd fallen straight into it.