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"Are you here?" Guada hit send on the text msg and waited for Gerard to reply.
"Calm down. We're bar hopping a bit, which is what took so long. We're coming in now."
"Are you sure he'll like me?"
"Are you sure you'll like him? I'm still weirded out you even asked for this."
"I'm still weirded out that you're basically pimping out your friend."
"I'm still weirded out that you basically asked me to pimp out my friend."
"I said hook me up, not 'tradesies for a date,' that was your idea. Don't try to get it twisted."
"True… We're here and at the bar btw."
"Who are you messaging? The fiance?" Gabriel asked looking Gerard's shoulder.
"A friend," Gerard said shrugging the man off of him, "Stop trying to see me and my wifey's sexts, ya perv."
"I can't help it, I need to see your buns in those nudes!" Gabriel laughed, "Please, I'm begging ya!"
"Most of the kids in here are Overwatch applicants," Ana said leaning back against the counter, "How cute, wait til they see what they're getting into."
"Yea, but not all of em," Gerard mused, patting Gabriel on the back, "Hope you memorized your files."
Gabriel shook his head looking around the room, "Honestly doubt these kids even know what they're signing up for anymore. War might be over, but they're probs not ready for all they're gonna see out there."
"You're never actually ready," Ana said as she shook her head looking around and smiling at a crowd of girls to their right.
"Looks like some latinx in the back there, gonna go check out the crowd?" Gerard suddenly pushed at Gabriel.
"I'm not picky, I don't just date latin people," Gabriel said as he stretched his arms and secretly watched the room to see who reacted to his flexed muscles.
"Trust me, you should go back there," Gerard urged.
Gabriel side eyed him.
"I'm just saying, I saw them as we were walking in, one of them was hot as hell. Body like a goddess, definitely your type… I'm just trying to help you out," he finished by sipping at his drink innocently.
"Sounds like maybe you regret putting a ring on it," Gabriel said as he slowly stepped in the direction Gerard had mentioned.
"Yep, that's definitely it. Do them for me, Gabe!" he shouted over the music as Gerard cut through the crowded club.
Guada laughed and tried not to spit out her drink. The music blared over the sound system, her friends were having a "shitty dance move" competition, and she sat at the table watching their drinks as they commanded their portion of the dance floor.
Blue, red and green lights blinked in random order, she pulled up her phone and checked into the camera. On the screen, she watched from Nataio's point of view as he sighed heavily from within the car where he waited. She knew he was fine, but it was second nature to the soldier for her to check on the dog's vitals.
"Excuse me, can I talk to you?" A deep voice came from beside her.
She closed her phone and looked up. Before her stood a tall, tan and gorgeous man, his brown hair pushed back and away from his face, slicked down in an odd way, but she didn't hate it.
She smiled and nodded, "Yea, sure, what's up?"
"I'd ask if I could buy you a drink, but you seem to have enough to require intervention," he joked waving at the table.
"Oh yea, I um… I'm trying to cut back, but it's not working," she said shrugging as her eyes darted amongst the different drinks,"I might need some help."
"It's a tough mission, but I'm willing to be your backup," he slid in beside her and lifted the bottle of patron, "Let's start with the worst offender."
"Oh well, help your fucking self," she chided.
He placed the bottle back down with a smile, "I'm actually fine, this stuff doesn't catch up to me right, I only ever drink for flavor."
"Oooooh, don't do that."
He laughed, "What I'm serious?!"
"No, don't do that weird macho thing where you're so tough alcohol doesn't hurt you. Booooo! Weak game, buddy, weak game."
He put his hands up, "Okay! OKAY! You got me."
In all honesty, alcohol really did have a hard time keeping up with his system. Ever since the super soldier program, it took so many shots of liquor that after the first few years it had lost it's entertainment.
"So, you out here as a soldier or…" Gabriel asked with a raised brow and smile.
Guada laughed to buy a smidge of time while she thought on her feet, "No, some of my friends are. They um, they're all in that whole thing. Ya know?"
Nataio was supposed to be here secretly, so, by connection, she also could not reveal herself to anyone until the time came. The Cyberus project was still touch-and-go after a major loss, and all things considered with how other nations felt about bots, the military still wanted to keep Nataio's presence out of Puerto Rico under wraps until after a successful mission with Overwatch.
"But not you? You're not a soldier?" he asked.
"No, definitely not. Just not for me, way too much work. I'm like super lazy, sooo lazy."
"Wow, I love it, that's so attractive. Really selling yourself."
"Thanks, you should watch me go, I could sleep all day and marathon shitty shows."
"At the same time?! Impressive."
She flicked her hair over her shoulder, "Thank you very much, I try my best."
"If you're not a soldier, how'd you end up here with them?" he asked settling back into the seat.
"They came out, they invited me, I live around by."
"Around by?"
"Yep."
"Where?" he asked with a smirk.
"Around by," she repeated, "In a nice apartment, with good security, and a mean dog."
"Very defensive… I like it," he mocked in a friendly way.
"Yes, luckily there are a lot of nearby hotels, so it's not like I have to reveal where I live to anyone, at least not tonight," she eyed his face, looking over a few scars.
Gabriel caught the insinuation, adjusted his seating with a wider leg stance and putting his arm on top of the booth seat behind her.
"I love your hair, by the way, I don't know I just really love big curls like that."
"Thanks, I grew them myself."
"Oh yea, you made it all by yourself. What else?"
"This ass."
He leaned back as if looking the woman over and frowned with a nod, "Eso es lo que yo pensaba."
"De donde eres?"
"LA."
"Oooh, nice."
"You?"
"Puerto Rico."
"Nice country."
"Thanks… we made it ourselves."
He laughed hard with a large smile and shook his head, he still remembered, being present for that signing. The moment Puerto Rico had been declared free of omnic threats, it took the opportunity to gather up its soldiers and demand it's independence while the main states still fought wars amongst themselves. Smart move.
The US hadn't been too happy, especially since they had accepted so many people to come back and live under them as Puerto Rican citizens, away from US rule.
"I remember that ceremony. You must be very proud."
"All Puerto Ricans are proud."
"So are you duel, or just Puerto Rican?"
"Trying to figure out whether or not I'm supposed to be here," she purred as she sipped at her drink.
"Trying to figure out how old you are without asking."
"Hmm, very smart, I like it," she swallowed a heavy sip, "How old are you?"
He sighed, "Forty-Four."
"Mmmmm, a daddy, I like it."
He bit his lip hard, "Daddy?"
"Only if you're into that kind of thing, I could call you something else if you prefer."
"Nope, just surprised I didn't have to ask first."
"I'm a quick worker."
"Really? I thought you said you were lazy and sleepy?"
She shrugged, "I work quick so that I can get to sleep faster."
He clapped in reaction to her speed as they laughed together.
"Well, you're definitely at least somewhat cultural."
"Hmm?"
"That latin clap, when someone says something good, you give that one loud clap. I don't know, latin people we just have perfect timing on that one… is that weird? I mean, a lot of people who grew up in the states, you know, they lack a lot of roots to their culture. Or maybe it's not cultural, and I'm just weird."
He shrugged and relaxed back into the seat still smiling, "Yeah, I guess we have our own type of thing going… culturally."
"Most people call it gentrification," she sipped at her drink, "Gringo-ization, if you will."
He scrunched his brow, "Is this what qualifies for flirting where you're from? In your culture?"
"I like seeing how men handle being pushed," she picked something out of his hair.
"You didn't answer me about your age," he said straightforwardly looking across the room.
"You noticed."
"Was I not suppose to?"
"I also like men who pay attention," she shrugged and brushed a finger across the jewel stud on his ear.
He could see Amari nursing at a glass of brown liquor idly, she caught his eye and smirked at him while shaking her head. Gerard stepped up beside her and gave him a wink.
"Twenty-four."
"Twenty-fucking-four?!"
"Well, usually I just say twenty-four and save the fucking for later," She moved forward on her arms and kept strict eye contact.
He laughed through his teeth and looked up at her, her dark eyes shimmered in the light mischievously.
"You want to get out of here?" She brushed at the border between his short sleeve and his bare arms.
"I don't fuck on the first date, not that kind of girl," he joked as he chewed his lip and ran a hand through his hair.
She ran a finger along the collar of his shirt, "This wasn't a date."
He frowned as if in disgust and then nodded, "I know."
He slid out from around the table and offered her a hand. She messaged her friends a quick ping for safety just in case, he messaged Gerard telling them he'd be back soon.
"Gabriel, by the way," he said as she fit her slender but rough hands into his.
"Guada," she said with a laugh sliding out.
"You're welcome."
She squeezed his hand tightly and pulled it towards her as she leaned into him, "No, that's my name, and it doesn't mean thank you."
"Oh," was all he could manage.
"Apologize," the way she commanded it, the way her eyes half smiled and yet glared… he was on fire.
"I'm sorry."
"Come on," she laughed breaking the tension, "I don't want to keep my friends waiting."
They slipped out of the club and Gabriel lead her back to his car, a sleek black sedan with lots of room for his long legs. The space came in handy during situations like this.
He placed his hand firmly on the small of her back as he lead her along the sidewalk, "You usually this friendly to strangers?"
"Sometimes, but only the tall, dark ones," Guada replied and watched his smile grow, "You like having your ego stroked don't you."
"That and other things," he teased, and stopped at the blacked out door to the back of the car, "So, what's okay?"
Guada shrugged looking around, "I like my hair pulled, and I like biting, but nothing too hard, no marks, unless it's scratches on my ass, that's fine. Plus, if I say stop, you stop, or else I and my friends will kill you."
He nodded, "Understood. Same thing, no marks… well, faint scratches down my back are fine. Also," he leaned in and pulled her close, "Feel free to keep up with that Daddy shit."
She closed her eyes and bit her lip, then stood on her toes and whispered back, "When you pull me in like that, do it like you're fucking starving."
His jeans got tighter then and Gabriel quickly opened the back of his car. He scanned the parking lot for a second and then ducked in as well.
Guada had pushed her back against the other side of the car and was already pulling down her panties.
Gabriel kneeled on the back seat of the car watching her, it'd been almost a year since the last time he'd had sex. Such little free time for agents, mixed with the fact that he refused to go out by himself made it harder. He mentally made a note to thank Gerard.
Guada gripped the panties in one hand and beckoned him closer, "You can touch you know."
He looked her over, "I know, I just like watching you."
She smiled playfully and opened her legs wider, her hand diving down to where he was watching, "What else?"
Gabriel laughed, and lowered himself slowly settling between her legs, "May I?"
He watched her chest rise up slowly, their eyes locked on each other. The way he looked up to her from between her legs made her juices flow.
"Yes." When she spoke it was heavy with heat, and Gabe knew his windows would be fogged before the session was anywhere near over.
"Yes, what?" he urged, pulling on her thighs tightly and bringing her body further into a lying position.
She smiled then, all of her pearly whites showing, her eyes closing from the laughter, "Yes, daddy."
Gabriel lowered his face to her crotch, his tongue traced her entrance, and then flicked against her clit.
He felt her fingers reach into his hair, her nails scratching at his scalp.
His licks became longer and deeper. Soon he was sucking on her and she was releasing deep moans while his fingers dug into her ass cheeks.
Guada tapped at his right hand and pushed it towards her center. He picked up on her message quickly and pushed a finger into her. As she moaned more, he slipped a second.
She was arching her back and her legs were tensing around his head. Gabriel could tell she was on the verge.
"Yes, right there, daddy… please. Please, Papi, aye!" she whimpered the words, and Gabriel could tell she was holding back in an attempt to keep some silence.
With the hand he had been using to hold her thigh, he reached down quickly to adjust his cock that was throbbing madly in his pants. Then quickly set back to finishing his work.
Within the minute Guada was pushing herself into his face. By the way her leg muscles twitched and she had buried her face into the crook of her elbow to yell, Gabriel knew he had succeeded.
Guada was breathing heavy and evenly, she pulled herself up weakly, her eyes still closed from ecstasy. Gabriel sat up and wiped at his face with the back of his wrist and smiled watching her try to recover.
"You okay, kid?"
"Yes," she said breathlessly.
"Yes, what?"
She smiled her eyes still closed and it made him laugh.
"Yes, Daddy."
He watched her adjust herself onto her knees on the car's leather seats. Guada took his hand delicately into hers and then sucked at the fingers he had used on her.
He grunted, "Talk about ego."
She laughed, "What can I say? It's a good flavor."
"I can atest to that."
He beckoned her over, and she moved her face over his lap. He pushed her shoulders up and shook his head, "I'm good, just… wanna get to that biting."
Her lips curled in a dreamy manner, as she adjusted to lay across his lap, her hands on either side of him as she licked at his neck."
Gabriel crept his hand up her side and then against her neck, holding her firmly but not tightly. His lips trailed her throat before he stopped by the side and chewed the skin there.
"That okay?"
"Yea," she sighed into his ear.
His other hand reached beneath her dress and squeezed at her skin. The nails dug into her flesh. He dared to chew stronger and she placed both her hands on his shoulders.
He felt her push against him with her hands and pulled back then, "You okay?"
"Just like giving resistance, I'll stop if that's weird to you?" she laughed nervously.
As his face curled into a cruel smirk she reflected the face at him with her own.
Then they were all over each other. Pushing and pulling, scratching and biting. He enjoyed when she would yelp, and she liked it when he growled into her skin.
Grinding against each other, his jeans a barrier. The kind of masochistic denial that he enjoyed.
As he flipped her onto the seat, pinning her beneath his body, he stopped and kissed at the top of her breast, "Your friends are gonna be waiting for you."
She took a hand and pulled him up by the chin, "I can hang out with them whenever I want. You? This is a novelty.'
He rubbed the outline of his cock against her clit and took pleasure in how her head tilted back.
"Daddy," she sighed as she arched into him.
"Come on, we can do this again some other time."
She rolled her eyes, and looked around the car. The windows were fogged, but the blacked out screen didn't give that away too clearly.
"Okay old man, I'll get to bed then," she whined as she searched along the floor for her underwear.
He sat back then and rubbed his hand against his outline watching her redress.
"No pressure, but I really wish I had at least gotten to see it," she said as she pulled her underwear up to her waist.
"I'm not easily pressured, so don't worry about me," he rubbed at his face with his free hand, "But, umm… there's definitely always next time."
Guada's brow raised, "Oh, honey… Daddy, are you sure we can really have a next time?" she asked cooley looking into his rearview mirror and fixing at her hair.
Gabriel shrugged, "Only if you want to."
She looked him over with a smile, "Yea… I guess I do. I like a fun secret."
He walked her back then, gave her his phone number and took hers in echange, but expected that to be the last of it.
At least it had been fun while it lasted, and Gabriel certainly had new things to keep him busy when he was lonely.