*More smut incoming!*

Your POV

You and Gideon spent the rest of the night talking about, well, everything. Eventually you fell asleep but were woken up when Gideon's hand found its way between your legs.

"I'm sorry. I can't keep my hands off you," he says, his voice full of lust. He proceeds to make love to you again and you both fall asleep happy and well sated.

When you wake up again, it is early morning and Gideon is still sleeping. You watch him and smile every time he makes a sound or furrows his brow. When he relaxes his face again you take the time to admire him. His beautiful, chiseled face, his high cheekbones. Have you ever looked at a man like this? Did you notice these things about him before? You look down at the bullet wounds and other scars on his chest and stomach, it brings tears to your eyes.

You eventually stop gawking at him and get out of bed to make breakfast. What does he like? you think to yourself as you walk to the bathroom. There are clothes thrown all over. Smirking, you pick up his shirt and put it on.

When you get to the kitchen you put some water on for tea and start brewing coffee. I don't know which he prefers. I guess I'll just make a normal breakfast. Bacon, eggs, sausage, toast...you weren't used to cooking for someone else in the morning.

The last time you woke up next to someone was...you didn't want to think about that right now.

You turn the radio on and dance and sing as you cook.

You were so distracted by cooking and singing that you didn't hear the footsteps approaching...

Gideon's POV

Gideon had forgotten where he was for a few seconds after waking up until he rolled over and smelled her shampoo on the pillow. He smiled sleepily and got up to go to the bathroom.

His smile grows as he looks around the bathroom at all the clothes. Where is my shirt? He pulls his boxers on and follows the smell of food and her voice.

She was so distracted, singing, dancing and cooking that she didn't even know that he was standing there.

"So that's where my shirt went," Gideon says loudly. [Y/N] shouts and turns around, spatula in her hand. Gideon cracks up. "You asshole," she says glaring at him then turning her back to him.

He walks up to her and puts his arms around her waist. "I'm sorry, you were just so cute, I didn't want to interrupt. You're fun to watch." He can see her smirk, but she was still trying to be angry.

"Are you mad at me?" Gideon asks, his lips against her ear as his hand slides down her thigh. She slaps his hand away, "I'm cooking, sir. No time for that." He laughs and shakes his head. Her attempt at being stern was adorable, sexy even. The fact that she was wearing his shirt made it 100 times sexier.

"You can have some coffee or tea while you wait. I have blackberry green tea and English breakfast tea." She put extra emphasis on the breakfast tea. "You're expecting me to choose the breakfast tea, aren't you?" Gideon asks teasingly. She stammers, "Well, I-I thought maybe since...you know..."

"I'm only joking, sweetheart. I will be having that tea, but not because I'm English." He laughs and she does too. He pours himself some hot water in a mug and adds a teabag.

"Breakfast is done. Can you grab the plates in that cabinet there?" She juts her chin to the left and he reaches up to get the plates. He catches her staring at him and smiles. "Here are your plates. It's not polite to stare by the way," he grumbles. Her face flushes and she blinks a few times. "S-sorry."

"I was kidding. You can stare all you want, makes this old body feel good," he smirks. She rolls her eyes. "Sit."

"Yes, ma'am." Gideon watches as she makes a plate for him and then herself. She places the plate in front of him, "I hope you'll like it." It smelled delicious. "I'm sure I'll love it." His eyes drift down to her bare legs. He subconsciously licks his lips, thinking...Is she wearing anything under there? Seeing his shirt against her naked body was...doing things to him.

"Gideon...Gideon? Are you okay?" Her voice calls from across the table. "Yes. Yes, I'm fine, sorry. Daydreaming. Why are you so far away?" She shrugs, "No reason. Would you like me to move closer?" Gideon nods, "Please."

He sips his tea as she walks to the chair closest to him. How could anyone be this sexy? She wasn't even trying to be, she just was. "Am I close enough now?" she asks. Gideon nods unable to speak.

He couldn't remember the last time he woke up to breakfast and...a beautiful woman.

[Y/N] starts eating, "Are you going to try my cooking or are you afraid?" He looks straight at her as he takes a bite and she smiles. "Good?" His eyes move down to her lips, "Delicious." She blushes and giggles, "I wasn't sure what you liked for breakfast..."

"I would enjoy anything you make for me. I would love to cook for you some time." Gideon quips and she looks at him, shocked. "What? I actually do know my way around a kitchen, thank you." He takes another bite of food as she continues looking at him. "Something wrong?"

"I just...I'm not used to this. There's a half naked man sitting at my table, my Captain to be exact."

"Well, I wouldn't be half naked if someone hadn't taken my shirt." Gideon lifts his eyebrows at her and she turns red. "But it's so comfortable." She hugs herself.

"It looks great on you, but I have one question...are you wearing anything under it?" He grins smugly as she stiffens a bit and stops chewing. She shakes her head and smiles in an almost seductive way.

Gideon lets out a breath, "That's not fair." It's taking all of his control not to reach over and slide his hand up her thigh.

Suddenly she stands, he pushes his chair back and she straddles him. "Is this okay?" [y/n] asks innocently. Gideon can only nod and swallow. He tries to put his hands on her hips, but she grabs and holds them up by his ears as she grinds against him agonizingly slow. "F...fuck!" Gideon exclaims.

[Y/N] stands up and he lifts his hips a bit so she can pull his boxers down. She grabs his hands again tightly as she lowers herself onto him. He hisses and tries to pull his hands away from her grip...she won't let him go.

Gideon wasn't used to this. He liked to be in control. Not having use of his hands was driving him crazy. "What..." he moans, "...are you doing?" She smiles and bites her lip. "What does it look like I'm doing? What does it feel like?" She moans as she rocks her hips on him.

"Oh...god...let me..touch you," he groans.

"No," she says quietly.

He groans as she rocks her hips faster. "Let me fucking touch you!" He says louder. She shakes her head picking up the pace.

"[Y/N]...please.." Gideon is desperate, losing what little control he had in the first place. If he can't touch her, he'll find some way to make his point. He thrusts his hips up and watches as her eyes widen and a near scream escapes her. "Gideon!" She gasps.

Hearing her say his name like that was enough to send him over the edge. She must have felt it too because she begins to tremble and move her hips jerkily.

Gideon finally pulls his hands from hers and pulls her body closer to his. "Do it. Let me feel you..." he says. Her moans get louder as she rides him harder until she hits her peak. He wraps his arms around her tightly and holds on to her as he continues to thrust his hips quickly, finishing not long after.

"God, woman," Gideon breathes, "That was the best breakfast I've ever had."

[Y/N] laughs, "You should see what we're having for dinner."