Author's Note: My "boss" blockopsx wanted something so here it is, some fluffy goodness.

Shelly Mackenzie placed his commonly worn red and black flannel shirt on the hook he made some months earlier on a tree adjacent to the stump he chopped wood on. To be fair, Mackenzie planted a tree for every one he destroyed which balanced his playing field. He was a great lumberjack but an expert carpenter as he built his own cabin deeper into the woods. He decided he could simply drag all of his chopped wood in his flannel in one go so he wouldn't have to come back. If he really needed to wear clothes on his torso, there was a few things at his cabin. He placed one of the cut logs that he used a chainsaw on a few days earlier on the tree stump and hacked into four pieces. Shelly kept on going with the process until every log he had was cut and started to place them on his flannel. There was around 48 pieces neatly stacked on top of each other that maintained their positioning as he dragged the shirt through the forest floor until he reached the grass clearing of his cabin. He placed the stack of wood outside the door to the side and tossed his shirt inside. Shelly went back to fetch his axe with he left stuck in the stump.

Shelly kicked the axe off the stump and took it with his right hand but then switched it to his left. His right hand rested on his pistol holster. He had a sense that he was being followed and drew out the 9mm handgun. The axe he had was no throwing axe but there was no harm trying if his target was very close by. He kept on walking and quickly turned around to face the unknown person as revealed their position by crushing a stick on the floor. It just had to be Valkyrie acting like the little innocent blonde girl she was.

"Relax it's just me Shelly, I was trying to find you and I ended up here," said Valkyrie who had her hands raised.

"You could've texted me or something."

"There's no fun in adventure that way."

"Point taken. Might as well come to my cabin."

"Wait you have a cabin?"

"Yeah, I'll show you. Besides, what else do you expect a carpenter to do?"

"You're a carpenter?"

"Yes I am."

"That's awesome. I already learned so much about you in a mere two days."

"I wish I could know more about you Meghan."

"I tell Keith will probably give you the best answers."

"Really?"

"He knows how I roll. I'm surprised there was nothing more than a kiss yesterday."

"You wanted to have sex yesterday?"

"I think I really did. I can't blame myself for thinking that way when you were the one with a raging erection in your underwear."

"I'm a boy, what do you expect Meghan?"

"You're a man Shelly no longer a boy."

"Men have beards, I'm not there yet, I shave often."

"Well you still get extra points for cuteness whether you have one or not."

"So you say."

"Not sure if I'm supposed to say that you're hot working without a shirt."

"You nearly had me with that pun."

"Hey it's true Shelly. For all I know, you're probably a heater in the Canadian woods after you start working shirtless."

"Oh please, I'd probably freeze out."

"Or burn."

"I think freeze."

"You're warm right now." Valkyrie puts her cold hand on his back.

"Just agree with me will you?"

"Chopping wood for fun isn't a hot thing to do especially when I think I might need wood for a fire tonight."

"But you have great morning looks just like about any boy on the team."

"See you called me a boy, I agree."

"Fine, I'll consider all the old guys men."

"Makes sense. Exactly who are the old guys?"

"Anyone above 40 I guess."

"What if I'm older than you?"

"I'm 30 and you're in your early 30's, what's your point?"

"Whatever." The two reached the cabin after the slow conversational walk from the tree stump. Shelly opened the door and leaned his axe against the wall and picked up the shirt that was on the floor. Valkyrie kissed the boy on the back of his neck and in response he played with her hair. Valkyrie gave him a hug around the back. "I'm guessing a pretty girl like you wants a ride."

"I would love one Shelly, what's upstairs?"

"That's the bedroom and such."

"The place were boys jack off when they're lonely."

"I don't masturbate," spat Shelly harshly in which he set her back down on the floor.

"I wasn't taking about you Shelly. I'm talking about other boys in general."

"What other boys?"

"Be logical, there's obviously more than just Markie."

"Put my fucking ex in there too."

"Your ex?"

"Jacks thinks one night of screwing around made us lovers. I would gladly try to fuck that idea out of him but my he was tight as hell."

"That only reinforces my point about loneliness. So that's two people."

"Why are we counting this?"

"I brought something up and we're talking about it, we might as well continue."

"You're the boss Meghan."

"America being bossing around Canada, I like that."

"How about your ex?"

"I know Keith doesn't but I kind of feel like Greg does."

"Interesting. I think it's that moment where I take you upstairs." Shelly took the girl in his arms and brought her upstairs to the bedroom. She messed with his hair and got a neutral response. Once he arrived at the bed, he threw himself on it as she landed on top of him. "Want to watch a movie?"

"No, not yet Shelly. I haven't seen enough of you."

"Well I do feel the urge to give you a good fucking just yet."

"Well where did we end up yesterday?"

"I was in my underwear."

"Good. You know what to do." Shelly took off his jeans as the fully clothed Valkyrie watched him. When he was done, she sat by his side and kicked off her boots. He kept his back to the mattress as she planted a kiss on his neck. The soft, smooth skin was rewarded with contact with her teeth. Shelly made a moan like noise as she bit with more pressure. She could give him a love bite but it also felt unnecessary, for now. A second kiss was placed at the nape of Shelly's neck which she teasingly licked. Shelly jerked his head up to get her to stop and collided with hers. "Don't tease like that."

"Why not?"

"Just don't."

"I won't and no socks for you Monseigneur."

"I assure you I'm no prince Meghan."

"In that case, you're now my prince."

"I'm just a simple soldier who once played with wood and still does."

"Well you're prettier than average mind your self doubt."

"Or I could be draining words out of you?"

"Are you?"

"Am I?"

"Answer it Shelly?"

"How can I be a prince if you bite?"

"It was just a love bite."

"There's no point in making marks this early."

"I'll make sure I don't." On that note, Valkyrie sent a stream of kisses down one side of Shelly's arm starting at the shoulder. Shelly wrapped his legs around the body that was slowly moving away from his head. He traced a finger on several of Valkyrie's tattoos, studying the interesting patterns she had to offer. Shelly was literally a Canadian version of Keith but of course there was that one thing she would have to check to see how truly similar the Canadian was. The broad shouldered boy looked quite innocent without a beard. He was definitely the type that would look great wearing a beanie. In fact, all four of the Canadians did as it was implemented in their combat uniform. Not to mention there was also Greg, Keith, and apparently quite a few of the newer GSG9 operators.

Beanies or not, there was an urge to take something else off of the boy's body. Valkyrie wished that Shelly had one of his flannels on so she could take it off herself or even rip it off. But of course there was one thing to take off, Shelly's underwear and deal with the growing bulge that was begging for attention.

Author's Note: There's still more to come and remember to review!