Gideon's POV

Gideon was nervous. Today was the day he was meeting [y/n] at his favorite pub in town. He had begged Ilona to help him find something to wear. His uniform was the only thing he was used to so he didn't have much else, but Ilona was able to throw something together anyway.

Since he wasn't going anywhere fancy, jeans and a nice t-shirt with a jacket were acceptable. Gideon owned maybe three pairs of jeans and this was only the second time he wore a pair.

As he looked in the mirror be tried to calm himself down, giving himself a little pep talk. You can do this. It's not like its your first date or something. It sure as hell felt like it. It was his first date in a long time and his first date with [y/n]. That's what made him most nervous.

What if she hated what he was wearing? What if he was boring? Fuck me... Could he do this?

His phone buzzes and its a text from [y/n]. See you soon it says with a picture of her. Gideon smiles. I can do this.

He drove into town and pulled into a spot in front of the pub. He walks in automatically scanning the room for her beautiful, [h/c] hair. He spots her looking out of the window intently, probably looking for him. She looks down at her drink then up again right at him. Gideon feels as though he is the only person in the bar as he locks eyes with her. How does she do that?

She smiles and waves, standing slowly as he walks over. He notices a few men take a look at her when she stands, but he is not going to let that bother him. She's wearing jeans that fit her perfectly and a button up blouse that shows just enough.

"Hey," Gideon says awkwardly, cursing himself.

"Hey," she says back and hugs him. He wasn't a tall man, but she still was so small compared to him, it was adorable.

They sit and he looks at her, making her blush. "What?" she asks.

"Nothing. I just...its good to see you again."

"It's good to see you too, Gideon." She looks down at her beer then back at him. "I wasn't sure what to order you."

"I'll drink just about anything, sweetheart." He waves the waiter over and orders a Guinness, telling the waiter to keep the tab open. He wanted to make this night as great as possible.

Your POV

Good lord, he looks great in jeans was your first thought when you looked at him. He had his hair that way you liked and when he took his jacket off you could see the tattoo on his neck. You wondered what it would be like to kiss it, to run your tongue along it, to bite it. Whoa, slow down there!

Gideon kept staring at you and you hoped it was for a good reason. He seemed nervous and you were too though you tried to act as normal as possible.

As you both drank more, the conversation became more easygoing and now you couldn't stop talking. You both had a few shots and now he was sitting next to you. Being this close to him was getting to you in a good way. You could smell his soap or was it his cologne? Whatever it was, it smelled great.

He caught you staring at him. "What are you looking at?" Gideon asks.

"That." You point to his Union Jack tattoo.

"You like it?"

You nod and smile like a fool. "Yeahhhhhh."

He laughs and drinks some of his beer.

"I wanna kiss it," you say without thinking. Shut up!

Gideon puts his glass down a little too hard on the table and stammers, "You y- what?"

"I want to kiss your tattoo." Your hand was on his thigh though you don't remember putting it there. "Am I being too forward? I'm sorry. I tend to get a bit more...confident when I drink." You feel a little embarrassed, but Gideon shakes his head, "No complaints here."

You had this uncontrollable urge to kiss him, but you held back. This was not the time or place for it...unless he initiated it.

You had to get yourself back under control. Maybe splashing some water on your face would help. You excuse yourself and go to the bathroom.

Gideon's POV

Gideon watched her as she walked to the bathroom a little wobbly and smiled.

It was probably best for them to take a taxi back to the base instead of driving, he thought. Who even said she was going back with you? Gideon was jumping the gun here. Yes, she was being flirty and touchy-feely, but that didn't mean she was sleeping with him tonight. As much as he wanted that, he didn't want to get his hopes up to have them crushed.

He started to feel sad until he looked up and saw her coming back to the table. "Why are you sitting here looking all sad?" she asks.

"You were gone for too long," Gideon jokes.

"I'll try not to leave you alone for too long next time." She smiles then frowns, the double meaning wasn't lost on him either, but he didn't want her sad tonight. They were supposed to be having fun. "You should come back to my place. I have video games," she says smiling again.

"Your place? You mean you're staying?" Gideon asks his eyes going wide.

She shrugs, "I just started renting this place just in case I needed to get off the base every now and then, you know."

Gideon smiles. "So what game am I kicking your ass in tonight?"

She makes a face at him, "Trash talking already? You better be good."

They have a few more shots then hail a taxi and take it back to her place. It was a loft, almost too much space for her, but maybe that's what she liked.

She goes to put her stuff down and tells him to make himself comfortable. He walks over to one of the huge windows and wonders how the hell she gets any privacy. "Great windows, huh?" she says walking over to him.

"How do you get any privacy?"

"Well, no one lives across the street and I'm up pretty high...what do you think I do all day? Walk around naked?" She laughs.

"To each his own," Gideon puts his hands out and shrugs.

"Come on." She grabs his hand and pulls him to the sofa in front of the television. "I have almost every game you can think of." She stands and grabs a few games and sits down next to him, naming them all.

Gideon had stopped listening awhile ago. He takes the games out of her hands and kisses her. "Oh...so no video games?" She asks breathlessly.

"I'll stop if you want, just tell me to." Gideon looks at her for an answer.

"I think I like this more," she says with a smile. He was hoping she'd say that. "Wait." She pulls away from him, "Remember?" He looks at her, brows furrowed. She leans forward and kisses his tattoo. It was extremely sensitive there and he had to try his hardest not to moan like some inexperienced buffoon. "I've been wanting to do that since forever," she says. She kisses the tattoo again this time running her tongue along it and sucking gently. Gideon can't hold back his moan this time especially when she bites down softly.

"Was that okay?" she asks.

He's breathing heavily now, "What do you think?"

She grins then looks sad. "What is it?" Gideon asks.

"Do you think...am I a bad person? A nasty person?" She looks into his eyes.

"No, why would I think that?"

"Well, you know, Ruin...I didn't mean to hurt anyone, especially you."

"Look at me. I don't think any less of you. We're both human and we do things that don't make sense sometimes. I won't lie to you though, it hurt...more than anything, but I'm done living in the past. You're here with me now and that's all that matter. Now enough talking, kiss me." Gideon pushes her down. She smiles and pulls him on top of her, "Okay."

Gideon kisses her in such a way that she will forget everything but his name. "Wow," she says when he finally pulls away.

"I may be old, but I know what I'm doing."

"You're not old," [y/n] says rolling her eyes.

"If you do that tonight I have every right to punish you," Gideon says. She tilts her head, "Punish me?"

"Punish you, tease you, whatever you want to call it."

"We'll see who teases who." As she says this she grinds against him and he inhales sharply. Gideon looks up at the windows. "I still feel kinda unsure about those windows. They're so big and I mean, if someone sees..."

[Y/N] sighs and slides from under him, standing up. "Come on." She starts walking to the other room.

"Where are we going?" Gideon asks. Stripping down, she turns to him. "Let's take a shower."

He is struck by her beauty...and her half naked body. She looks at him, waiting. "Oh." Gideon pulls his shirt off and looks at [y/n]. He sees a look of shock and possible admiration on her face. Her eyes land on his gunshot wounds and she blinks a few times. "Don't start," he says.

"You look...wow," she says. He walks closer to her and unbuttons his pants. She does the same and now they're both standing there in their underwear. "Don't tell me you've changed your mind," Gideon says.

"Never." She walks to turn on the shower and when she bends over Gideon smirks. "See something you like, Captain?" He didn't even notice that she was looking back at him.

"Oh, um..."

She smiles, standing up straight again and turning towards him. "You're beautiful." Gideon's eyes trail up and down her body for the 50th time. He watches as she blushes. It's adorable and sexy at the same time.

"I need your help," she says turning her back to him. His hands shake as he reaches up to take off her bra. She shrugs it off and faces him again. Suddenly, Gideon feels like its his first time all over again. He's staring at her like he hasn't seen a naked woman before. She looks like she wants to cover herself up.

"Is something wrong?" she asks self-consciously.

"N-no, I've just never seen something...someone so beautiful before." [Y/N] looks down, blushing again then looks back up and jumps into Gideon's arms. "Do you say that to all your women?" she asks jokingly. Before he can answer, her lips are on his, her tongue against his. He puts her down and she pulls his boxer briefs down. Gideon isn't a shy man, but everything felt new with her. He was silently praying that she was impressed with what she saw.

"Your turn." He smiles. She pulls her panties down and stands up stepping out of her discarded underwear. "There," she says, her hands at her side palms up as if to say What do you think?

"I know I've said this before, but you're beautiful." She was seriously the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She steps into the shower and looks back at him. "I'm going to need help washing my back, Captain." Gideon steps into the shower watching the water run down her body.

"I want you, Gideon...now..please."

He never thought he'd hear those words coming from her. "You can have me," Gideon says as he lifts her and presses her back against the wall. "I've always been yours." He kisses her as he slides into her slowly. Her legs squeeze around him and she gasps into his mouth.

This was really happening. He had thought about this for such a long time and he was hoping it wasn't a dream. Gideon starts to move his hips and [y/n] moans quietly. "Gideon..." She gasps his name and her nails dig into his back.

"Fuck me...", he says. This felt amazing.

"I am," she responds smiling. Just for that Gideon thrust up into her hard.

"OH MY GOD!" She groans. "Do that again."

Soon she is losing control, moaning his name over and over again. Once she comes down from her orgasm, she looks at him through lustful, but worried eyes. "What is it?" Gideon asks, still moving inside of her. "Mmm...your wounds...I forgot.."

"Shut up."

"But..."

"My wounds are the last thing I'm worried about right now."

"Let's go to the bed," she insists and Gideon lets her down, holding her up. She turns the shower off and he has fun watching her stumble out of the shower and walk on wobbly legs to the bed.

When she lays down, she notices him watching her. "What's so funny?" she asks.

"You," Gideon says climbing on top of her. "Me? How am I..." Her words turn into a moan as he slides into her again. He knows he won't last much longer, but he knows he's satisfied her and that's what matters.

Her eyes are closed. "Look at me," he says. She opens her eyes and reaches up to touch his face. He kisses her hand, "I'm close." She nods, "Say you love me again."

"I love you, [y/n]. I love you. I love you. I fucking love you." Gideon repeats it over and over again, picking up the pace with each thrust. "I love you too," she says looking right into his eyes.

"I...oh fuck...me...[y/n] [y/n] [y/n]." Gideon can't speak in full sentences anymore.

She throws her head back, shouting his name. He loves watching her come, but he can't watch for long as he is blinded by his own orgasm, the best he's ever had. He's shouting and groaning and moaning...since when did he make all these sounds?

Collapsing on top of her, he tries to catch his breath. Minutes later they are still tangled up in each other, Gideon's head on her chest. She has one hand rubbing his back and the other playing with his hair. This must be what heaven is like.

Gideon turns his head to look up at her only to see that she was looking at him too. "Hi," she says. "Hi." Gideon sighs. "You do know this means you can't leave now. I won't let you."

"I don't want to," she says. "I never did."