After a long day at work, I headed towards the exit of my office building to return home for some relaxing. As I passed by Task Force X's headquarters, I noticed a familiar face working late this evening. Colonel Rick Flag. I stopped, watching as he worked on paperwork, a singular lamp illuminating his desk.
It wasn't a rare sight to me; he tended to work later some days, catching up on paperwork from past missions he went on or going over details for future missions. Some nights, I would stop by to keep him company. Small talk turned into long discussions, letting us become closer. These past few months, I'd been harboring a crush from him, and I hoped he felt the same. Tonight, had me a little confused with the late night, especially since it was a big day for him.
"Hey, Flag. You're not going home yet? Isn't it your birthday today?" I greeted him. I walked towards his desk leaning on it when he looked up at me.
"How did you remember that? I didn't have any plans, so I thought I would get some more work done," he said. He resumed writing, hoping I wouldn't want to stick around.
"It's my job to remember important dates for missions and sometimes, on the rare occasions, friends' birthdays. Not to mention we are the closest of friends and I know you like to go out for your birthday. What do you mean you didn't plan anything?"
"I didn't want to bother anyone. Everyone seemed to be busy for the last few weeks and I didn't want to add any more stress for those that work around here," he answered. He paused writing, looking up at me. "Closest friends? I didn't think you thought so highly of me Claire," he continued.
"How could I not? You're a great guy and fun to be around. I wouldn't have it any other way," I told him. I came around to his chair, and knelt, holding onto an arm of it. "Anyways, the paperwork can wait. Put down the pen and come out with me. I'll invite Harley. We can…" I continued, trailing off when he shook his head. "What? I can get her out and back in before anyone notices," This earned me a laugh out of him.
"No. No, it's not that. I'm not really interested in going out and drinking or going out at all,"
"Okay. What I'm hearing is you would rather have a cozy night in. You know, watch a movie and drink beer. Maybe even have some cake," I said. He sighed, running a hand through his hair when it was clear I wasn't giving up in celebrating his birthday.
"That sounds perfect. I wouldn't want to ruin your night, though. I am good here,"
"Nonsense. You can come over. I'll grab the beer and the cake on the way out of here. We can relax with just the two of us. You can pick the movie. No reason to spend your birthday alone," Rick smiled, nodding and grabbed his keys off his desk. We left the building and 15 minutes later, I opened my apartment door to let Rick in; he had changed into a dark blue t-shirt and gray pants which made it hard for me not to stare. I opened two beers, cut off two slices of cake – red velvet, his favorite – and started the movie, The Proposal.
"I never thought you would be into rom-coms, but here we are," I joked. He nudged me with his elbow, smiling.
"It's funny because I never pegged you for a horror fan. Besides this is a good movie and it's hilarious," he stated. Halfway through the movie, I paused it to make popcorn, returning to sit beside him, our thighs brushing slightly. Heat coursed through my body, but I brushed it off, continuing the movie; or would have if I didn't feel him staring at me every five minutes. His hand inched towards mine, his pinky linking with mine. When he found no protest from me, he moved his hand closer to rest on my thigh, giving it a squeeze. I moved the bowl to the table and faced him.
"What would you like from me?" I asked him.
"Would you want to have sex with me? It doesn't have to mean anything if you don't want it to," he answered. I swallowed, covering his hand with mine.
"What if I wanted it to? Would you object?"
"No. I'd only pull you closer. Claire, do you want this? Do you want me?"
"Yes. I want you. I want every part of you," Rick pulled me into his lap, his hands pulling my head down to kiss me. My hands gripped his shoulders as I ground against him, a low moan escaping his lips. I took the chance, slipping my tongue in, tasting him, devouring him. His hands gripped the hem of my shirt and he pulled it off me, revealing my bare chest. He cupped my breasts, taking one in his mouth, eliciting a moan from me. He suckled it, nipping every now and then, my hips grinding into him more. He moved from one to the other. Rick flipped us, so he was on top, allowing me to pull off his shirt, his dog tags dangling above me. I let my hands drift over his toned stomach and chest, moving to grip the tags, tugging them to pull him down for another kiss. I let go when he started to trail kisses down my body.
He reached the waist band of my shorts and pulled them off me, tossing them to the side. Rick came back up to kiss me, one finger sliding into my pussy. I moaned into his mouth, nails digging into his back as he pumped in and out of me. He added two more inside, stretching me; I bucked my hips into his palm. My orgasm built, but before it could crest over, Rick withdrew his fingers, bringing forth a whimper from me.
He held up a finger and stripped down completely. He lifted me up and carried me to my bedroom, putting me down. He laid down on his back and beckoned me to get on top of him. I straddled him, guiding his cock to my entrance, sliding down. He moaned, gripping my hips as I rode him. I covered his mouth with mine, making out with him while I kept a steady pace to reach my first orgasm. I picked up the pace to get him to his, a grunt escaping his lips as he spilled into me, our fingers linking together. I pulled them up above his head, pulling back from him.
"Happy birthday," I told him. I kissed him again as we began round two.