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Take On Me | Fem! Bell Reader x Frank Woods

A/N: Hi!! I know it has been forever since I post for BOCW and honestly, I miss it a lot. Adult life just doesn't really lend itself well to having creative hobbies (shocking). But here's a little something for Valentine's Day that definitely is not projection at all :) Masterlist Pairing: Fem! Bell Reader x Frank Woods Word Count: 3.2k Synopsis: Woods has always hated Valentine's Day -- it's just a pathetic marketing gimmick for big businesses to take your money and for society to make you feel bad if you spend it alone. Bell, on the other hand, would beg to differ. Warnings: Strong language, mentions of alcohol, Woods is a jackass at one point but don't worry he makes up for it

*Title inspired by Take On Me, by a-ha

You walked glumly down the sidewalk, attempting to avert your eyes from the restaurants that lined the streets, young couples all enjoying a nice Valentine’s Dinner inside. Even the damn weather was romantic.

Light flurries of snow cascading around everyone, intricate snowflakes landing delicately in your hair and onto your coat. It wasn’t bone-chilling cold either, perfect for a stroll down the street, holding hands with the one you loved. Warm yellowish hues from inside the various buildings emanated onto the street, along with the sound of laughter and idle chatter as well. It would’ve been the perfect atmosphere to set the mood for a date with Woods. The idyllic late winter day.

You clutched the brown paper bag filled with his favorite beer to your chest, careful so as not to drop it. It was your little Valentine’s Day gift, small and inconsequential enough to play off as just a kind gesture and completely not at all related to the present holiday. Admittedly, your feelings were a little hurt when Woods had gone off on a sarcastic tangent about how much he hated Valentine’s Day the other day and that it was just a stupid corporate holiday.

He was kind of right, but it was still fun to celebrate, at least for you. A nice little date, free from the worries of either of your jobs or maybe at least a gift from Woods would have been nice. You two had never even been in the same state, or even country for that matter, during the holiday since you started dating.

Maybe missing Valentine’s Day was kind of your fault anyways, since after his little joking tangent both of you agreed not to celebrate or do anything -- it was just a normal day. Ironic, considering a day with Woods could scarcely be considered normal due to your work with the CIA and his with the Marines. A normal day wasn’t getting called into work and both of you just sitting on the couch, too exhausted to truly spend time with each other in a manner other than physically being in the same room.

Truthfully, life had been rather boring lately, your relationship wasn’t missing love per se, but it was missing that old excitement.

You turned off of the street and into the apartment building where you shared a flat with Woods. After climbing up two flights of stairs and finding your door, you reached into your coat pocket for your keys, opening to the door to find Woods putting his own jacket on and grabbing the keys to his truck.

“Hey babe.” He said, barely giving you a glance in acknowledgment as he tied his boots.

“Hi.” You said, confused and frowning. You crossed your arms. “Where are you going?”

“Oh, over to this dive bar with Adler, he just got back into town, thought I’d get a drink with him.” Woods explained, none the wiser to how upset you were. You harshly placed down the brown bag. “Uh, what’s in the bag?” He asked.

“Something I got for you. I wanted to do something nice for you.” You crossed your arms and put on the angriest expression you could muster to hide how defeated you felt. He opened it, revealing a six pack of his favorite imported beer, very difficult and expensive to get in America. Instead of a smile and a thank you, he furrowed his brows, frowning.

“We weren’t supposed to get each other anything.”

“It wasn’t for Valentine’s Day. It was meant to be a nice gesture” You spat, stomping off and into the living room adjacent to the foyer. “Not even a fucking thank you.” You whispered under your breath.

“Thank you?” He yelled from the other room, following you, now clearly just as angry as you. “We agreed not to get anything for each other. I don’t fucking want your gift if you’re just going to be an ass about it.”

“I went to seven different liquor stores across the entire Philadelphia city limit in the snow and paid nearly fifty dollars for a six pack of special imported beer that you’d go through in one sitting because I knew this was your favorite and now you don’t want it. Some gratitude would be nice. ”

“Why would I want it if you’re gonna act like a bitch?” Woods bellowed. ‘Bitch’ had hit a nerve, he had never called you that before, but then again the two of you never got into any bad arguments before. Regardless, you stood your ground.

“Maybe I’m acting like a bitch because your first response was to chastise and question me for getting you a present and now you’re yelling at me.”

“I didn’t even want to celebrate Valentine’s!”

“Maybe I did because I never get to be with you anymore, you’re always too tired or too busy to fucking be my partner.” Your pitch became quieter and you suddenly became aware of the tears streaming down your cheeks in a torrential downpour. “You haven’t touched me in forever. I miss you. I wanted to celebrate it with you, I never got to experience any of this.” You said through clenched teeth.

Evidently, the tears did not sway Woods, as he continued yelling.

“Well I have and it’s not that fun. Sorry I’m exhausted from saving the entire fucking free world, Bell.” He retorted.

You scoffed.

“Get off your fucking soapbox, Woods. You and I do the exact same thing, and I still make time for you.” You turned your body away from him facing the wall, not even wanting to see him. “It’d be nice if you could do that for me too.”

“I do!” He explained, almost childlike in his declaration -- like a toddler so boldly claiming that the sky was green because he said so.

“When was the last time you even took me out when it wasn’t my idea?” Woods paused, attempting to remember (to which he couldn’t). “See? You don’t even remember. Go and hang out with your buddy, don’t bother coming back if you don’t want me anymore. I’ll get the hint.” You said dejectedly, walking off to your bedroom but stealing a glance at Woods, who only glared daggers at you, brows furrowed, looking almost annoyed with you.

You lightly shut your bedroom door the exact moment Woods slammed the front door shut, the vibration of which could be felt against the wall and you could hear a distant clang and glass shatter. You placed your back against the wood, slowly sliding down into the floor and placing your head between your knees, sobbing.

You instantly regretted that ultimatum you just gave him, Woods was the only person you have after MK-Ultra, while he had everyone. He didn’t need you, you needed him. To ground you, to keep you sane.

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Woods stomped off to his truck, angrily shoving the key into the ignition. The drive to the bar was erratic and rage-filled, as he gripped the steering wheel with an iron clasp and swore under his breath, muttering counter arguments that he could’ve used in an attempt to justify his actions.

Arriving at the bar, he slammed the door shut, scanning the front of the building for Adler, whom he found almost immediately, nursing a cigarette as per usual. The person who stood next to him, however, utterly enraged Woods. Fucking Hudson.

Despite himself, Woods strided to where they were standing, waiting for him.

“Hey Adler.” He greeted the scarred man. Adler nodded back in acknowledgement.“The fuck you doing here, Hudson?”

“Well aren’t you in a great fuckin’ mood.” Hudson retorted, jabbing Woods’s shoulder. “Come on, we can argue inside when we’re sat down and drunk.”

Woods reluctantly obliged him, opening the door and scanning the room for a table, considering the bar was completely full. He found a high top table and sat down, beckoning for a server, for which he ordered three whiskeys and a round of shots for the table.

Silence ensued for a brief moment before Adler broke it.

“So why the hell are you in a bad mood this time, Woods?” He asked, exasperated in a way that indicated that it wasn’t so uncommon for the sergeant to swing by in a sour mood. Woods immediately went on the defensive.

“The more important question is why the fuck Hudson is here? Don’t you have a wife and kids to celebrate Valentine’s with? She pissed at you too?” Woods spat, and Hudson sighed deeply.

“So that’s what this is about.” Adler chuckled to himself.

“If you have to know, Jenny’s not in town right now,” He explained. “Few days ago she was really upset and needed a vacation, so I told her I’d watch the kids while she went down to her mother’s house for some alone time.”

“Oh and so I guess you just left the kids at home by themselves.” Woods retorted, realizing belatedly that his statement was a bit unfair. For all his faults, he had always known the man to be a devoted husband and father. Hudson rolled his eyes.

“What kind of father do you take me for? This sixteen year old girl down the street needed some pocket money so I’m paying her to babysit them. Happy?” He rolled his eyes and Woods let the matter drop. “So now that I’ve answered your question, what has put you in an even worse mood than usual? Is it Bell?” Hudson asked.

Woods groaned. “Yes, okay? We got into a fight.”

“About?” Adler beckoned Woods to explain.

“Well,” He began. “So a few weeks back, right? I went off on some rant that Valentine’s Day is stupid and we agreed to not celebrate it. But today I guess she went back on her word and got me a gift and made me look like an asshole for not getting her anything. Then we got into a fight. That’s it.”

“That can’t be it.” Hudson scoffed. This time it was Woods’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Fine.” He huffed. “Words were… exchanged.”

“And what the hell exactly did you say to her?” Adler piped up. Woods rolled his eyes again, slamming his beer bottle down.

“Fine.” He huffed, beginning to regale every single gritty detail of a five minute fight, seeing as Hudson and Adler would’ve pried everything out of him some way or another. Throughout his story, Woods kept stuttering over his words, pausing, taking deep breaths. He still couldn’t get over that ultimatum.

“You called her a bitch?” Hudson stared at Woods, his eyes glaring daggers.

“That was your first mistake.” Adler snickered.

“No, that was his hundredth mistake. Your first mistake, Woods, was ranting about Valentine’s Day in the first place.” Hudson paused, noticing the very displeased expression of the man across from him. Not wanting to get into a bar fight tonight, he chose his next words carefully. “Hear me out, I can tell you every reason why you’re wrong, if you want. If you don’t, that’s fine. Drink your pain away and let your relationship with Bell go down the drain.”

Tense silence filled the air as Woods retreated back into his head. He certainly hates Hudson, doesn’t think the man does a damn thing right, but he’s been married for the better half of a decade for a reason, right? Woods slowly nodded his head, it couldn’t hurt to hear the man out, and besides, even in his rage, even after the ultimatum you gave him, losing one of the only people he actually cared about was one he couldn’t bear.

“Okay. Well, as we all well know, Bell doesn’t remember anything about her life.” Hudson glanced at Adler, who suddenly found a keen interest in the glass of whiskey in front of him. “And in the past three years, she hadn’t been able to celebrate any holiday other than Christmas last year because of schedules. Everything is a first for her, making it special to her. So your first mistake was ranting about Valentine’s Day.”

“Wh- How?” Woods sighed.

“Jesus Christ you’re so fucking dense.” Hudson mumbled to himself, rubbing his forehead. “It’s her first and she has someone who she loves dearly to celebrate it with. Probably felt like a gut punch. And still yet, she tried to make it special in spite of you. You practically spat on her for it. You called her a bitch and yelled instead of just accepting it and spending the night with her. That’s all she wanted.”

Oh. Maybe he was onto something.

“You are all Bell has.” Hudson stressed, the way he was explaining the situation to Woods, you would think he has experienced this exact situation. Perhaps he has, Woods did find that break up letter to Hudson from some girl like fifteen or so odd years ago. “And she’s probably feeling pretty neglected.”

“So why do you all of the sudden like Bell?” Adler asked, shame from the mention of what he did to you still painted on his expression.

“I like her well enough, and she’s proven herself.” Hudson took a sip from his drink and laughed softly. “But I like proving Woods wrong more.”

“Shut the fuck up, baldilocks.” Woods grumbled and Adler snorted, while Hudson let out a small chuckle at the creative insult. “I’ve gotta go.”

Unceremoniously, Woods removed himself from the high barstool, fumbling in his pocket for his wallet. He placed a twenty on the table, leaving without a word.

“Y’know he’s never gonna admit that sometimes you’re right.” Adler said, a cigarette between his teeth as he popped open his zippo lighter.

“I know.”

Woods glanced down at his watch as he approached the door to your shared apartment. It was only seven when he left. Fuck. He hoped you might still be awake. As quietly as he could, with a bouquet in one hand and his keys in the other, he unlocked the door.

“Bell?” He whispered, hoping to hear at least a TV or the radio playing. Instead, it was dark, with only a small glow emanating from the oven light in the kitchen. “Babe?”

No answer. Shit. He set his keys down on the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room and turned on a lamp. Gingerly, he made his way to your shared bedroom, opening the door softly.

On the bed, he found you asleep, facing towards the door and your hand lazily resting on the pillow on his side. He sighed, it was clear you had fallen asleep crying, your eyes puffy and cheeks red even in sleep. Woods took off his boots, setting down the bouquet on the nightstand.

As stealthily as a man of his size could manage, he crawled into bed, facing towards you. He held the hand that was resting on his side in his own hand, bringing it to his, softly kissing your knuckle.

“Bell.” He rested his free hand on your hip, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs. Woods smiled softly as your eyes fluttered awake. Instead of returning his soft gestures, you simply grumbled, taking back your hand and flipping over on your other side. He didn’t know what he expected, but it wasn’t that. “Baby, I’m sorry.”

“You’re only saying that because you’re drunk. Go to bed, you'll feel differently in the morning.” You said, sniffling and barely audible.

“I didn’t drink anything. Baby girl, I am so fucking sorry.” He scooched closer to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you flush to his form. “I’m sorry for complaining about Valentine’s, I’m sorry for the beer, I’m sorry for calling you a bitch, I’m sorry for being a fucking jackass to my girl.”

Silence ensued for a few minutes, only interrupted with your occasional sniffle. You sighed, sitting up and facing towards him. You gave a sad smile.

“Frank, I just want us to be normal.” Your voice cracked as the tears began again. “I don’t want this shitty military stuff anymore. I just want to be a normal couple who does normal couple things.”

“Oh, baby girl. Honey, I am so sorry.” He shushed as he sat up, holding you in his arms so tightly, as if he was afraid you’d shatter into dust and leave him forever if he didn’t.

“Baby, we can be normal. I’ll take you to the movies, I’ll take you on more dates, I’ll bring you flowers, I’ll win you the biggest stuffed animal at the fair, I’ll even celebrate Valentine’s Day with you.” He kissed your temple, pulling you even closer as sobs racked your body. “Please, I just need you in my life.”

“Please don’t ever leave me.” You whimpered.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, doll.” He held you, strong and steadfast, guilt from the events that transpired earlier sweeping over him. “I couldn’t live without you. God, I’m so fucking sorry, baby girl.”

“Me neither.” The two of you remained there, locked in an embrace and peacefully silent. For hours, you felt as if he was going to leave you, and without him, you’d quite literally have nothing. Without him, you’d have to crawl back to the man that hurt you the most.

To have the normally gruff, brash Marine sergeant here, admitting to you how much he needed you in his life, it almost felt that for once in your life, that you were a normal person. Not some brainwashed freak.

“I got you a present.” He pulled his head back to look at you. A soft smile creeped across your features. “It’s not as good as those beers you got me,” He reached over the nightstand, presented the bouquet of flowers. “And it took me forever to find, considering every florist was either closed or sold out. But you deserve this, and so much more.”

“Oh, Frank. They’re perfect. Thank you so much.” You gave him a quick peck, looking over the bouquet with a proud smile on your face. Your first flowers from him.

“Bell, I also have a very important question for you.” He smiled earnestly at how your eyes were lit up, just from flowers. You nodded, beckoning him to ask. “Will you be my Valentine?”

Your happiness turned into straight glee as you practically exploded with joy.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” You exclaimed, pushing him down and straddling him. You giggled and peppered his face with little kisses all over as he grinned, chuckling along with you. “Of course I will.” You said softly, pulling back as you placed the flowers on your side’s nightstand.

You returned to his side, cuddling up flush against his chest as he smiled down at you, like today never even happened. Your hands drew small circles on his chest and you sighed contentedly, this was a feeling that you had missed these past few months. Just you and Woods -- nothing else.

“Baby?” He hummed. You let your eyes close, the threat of sleep drawing ever near.

“M’yeah?”

“We’ll do something more fun tomorrow, okay?” Woods grinned as he also let his eyes close, pulling you even tighter towards him.

“This is good enough for me.” You lazily smiled against his chest.

So needless to say I'm odds and ends But I'll be stumbling away Slowly learning that life is okay

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swisslipssinkships · 3 days ago

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Frank Woods x Reader

Husdon takes it too far, but maybe everything will work out??

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Warnings

Huson being an ass. Fighting done offsceen. Make out on screen. No gender placed on reader.

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The door slammed shut, making Woods chuckle. He rests his arms on the table and cleans his pistol with an old rag. Watching you intently, he could see the tension in your body language and smirked in your direction. “What’s with the attitude?”

“What attitude?” you say, not looking up at him. Usually, you get along and enjoy spending time with the Woods. But did he have to be here right now? Throwing the box of case files down on the table. Already annoyed with what you just, gracefully, walked away from. Huffing at the tone, he wasn't used to having a pissed-off tone from you directed at him.

Setting down his pistol and making his way around the table. Pushing the files away, he knocked his fist into your shoulder, forcing you to face him with unintentional strength. “The one that’s telling me you’re pissed off.”

He reserved these moments for you, the soft ones that called for secrecy and no prying eyes to judge him for letting you in. You both knew what line of work you were in and what you wanted; what was plain to see, even when trying to be hidden, only got you hurt more. After all, you couldn't trust anyone.

Frank and you had been tiptoeing along the unspoken boundary like the ground was liters with landmines. Still not looking up at him, you said quietly, “It’s nothing, Woods.”

The tone told him to back off, but come on, has he ever backed down? Coming up behind you now. Trying a different approach, he leaned down so his mouth was next to your ear. You could feel the roughness of his beard lightly brushing against your skin. “Don’t give me that bullshit, sweetheart. I know when somethings bothering you.”

Even though touch this light was foreign to the hardened soldier. It felt good, comforting not only to him but to you, which brought your mind straight back to the issue that was bothering you. You had feelings for him, and it was starting to get noticed by people around you. One person who was causing the biggest problem in this situation was Jason Hudson.

He was surprised when you stepped away from him. Looking down at you with a concerned gaze. Having you pull away from him hurt more than he’d like to admit. “Hey… hey, what’s going on? Why are you crying?”

Not even noticing the tears roll down. Shaking your head slightly to get the tears to stop only helped them fall faster. “Hudson just needs to learn how to shut his mouth.”

Wood’s hardened his gaze on hearing that name, “Tell me something I don’t know. What did he say this time?”

You didn’t want to tell Wood’s what Hudson would NEVER have the balls to say to Wood’s face. A snide comment that didn't register until he had slammed the door in your face. The very few times Woods and Hudson cross paths, it always ends in a fight, and up until today, Hudson has never harmed you.

Woods scowled, anger filling his bones at the Hudson speaking to you in a way to make you this upset. He must have crossed a line, “No, tell me what he said. I want to know.”

“It's fine Frank… I- I don't know-“

Frank and you weren't together, but everyone knew you two were close. Everyone also made their own assumptions. Some of them were right, most of them were wrong. Then again… Hudson’s actions also warranted him to get clocked, so maybe-

“He said that if you don't fuck the bitch out of me, he would.”

Silence.

Turning to look at him finally showed you exactly what he was thinking. Red. Red. Red. His blood was boiling. He was absolutely livid, and it took everything to keep it together. Watching you look up at him with big teary eyes, nervous about his reaction. Taking a step towards you, filling the gap, he practically pressed himself against you. Successfully trapping you against the table, not planning on letting you escape. Wood’s clenched his fists tight and visibly held his breath in his chest. The thought of Hudson making such a crude comment about you set him on fire.

“I- I just asked him about these fucking files. I swear I wasn’t doing anything-“ Covering your eyes to try to hide from Wood's stare, trying to shield some tears from his view. Feeling a hand firmly take your arm down, another comes up to the back of your neck. Holding you steady against him, his touch shot down your spine. Wood’s leaned down and placed a rigid kiss against your forehead. “I’ll be back.”

The heat from the anger coming off his skin burned. You’ve seen Frank angry, yelling, this… this was different. An angry Frank was scary, but a calm Frank Wood’s? Suddenly, you were scared for Hudson.

Hardly getting out a ‘wait’ before Frank is out the door. Footsteps echo down the hall; he was on a mission.

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Overhearing one of the medics talk about a fight in the hall wasn't surprising. It also wasn't a surprise to hear that one of them is in medical with stitches and a broken nose. While the other is suspended pending corrective action. Shocking.

It wasn’t until later that night that you decided to seek out your knight. You went to the private barracks on base, where Woods was staying when the team was grounded. Knocking on the door took more courage than it ever had in the past. Listening for anything past the wooden door gave you the answer you needed, running water. It wasn’t loud enough to be a shower, probably just his sink. You tried the door handle to find that it was unlocked.

It wasn’t like Frank to leave a door unlocked. Carefully and slowly, opening it slightly. Before entering, you looked both ways down the hall and stepped in, seeing you were alone. The last thing you need today is more comments about the nature of your relationship or lack of with Frank.

Like calling the devil when the door clicked shut, the water turned off, and Frank came out of the small bathroom. He paused momentarily, looking at you, taking in your silhouette against the dark of his room. Leaning against the messy desk behind him, pushing several papers back without much care, he was far more focused on what was right in front of him. The question on your tongue dissolved as soon as his eyes met yours, but he answered your question regardless, “I figured you’d come by.”

Nodding in acknowledgment was the only answer you gave, unable to look away. Taking in his appearance, an old t-shirt, worn-out cargo pants, and bruised knuckles that made you hold your breath. Nothing could change this man.

We stood in front of each other, silently waiting for someone to move. He didn't do this because he thought you needed protection, and certainly not for you to say ‘thank you.’ So, doing what felt right under the watchful eye of a man who can’t be killed, you put one foot in front of the other. Every step sealed your fate as the eyes of a predator stalked your every move.

The heels of your boots clicked lightly on the floor. Getting dangerously close to him, you took his briused hand into your, and looked down at the bruised skin. Woods watched you silently, taking you in; it wasn’t every day you were this close.

Frank held his breath in his chest, unable to move from the overwhelming emotion in your eyes. Clenching his jaw slightly as he watched you examining his bruised and bloody knuckles, a mixture of pain and satisfaction coursing through him.

Looking up and locking on to worn blue eyes, not before giving his lips a once over. It took a split second of leaning into him to press your lips against his. Bring your hands up, rubbing them over his chest to cup his bearded face in your hands

Woods let out a low rumble as he felt your soft lips aggressively push against his in a sinful way. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him and returning the kiss wholeheartedly.

His body was still tense from the adrenaline of the fight, but as your hands came down to his chest once more, getting closer to him, wanting to feel more, the tense muscles couldn't help but relax into you. Moving his hands down to your hips, holding onto your firmly as he deepened the kiss.

This was a first. Kissing was a new playing field for you two to concur on. The heat coming off of you from unspoken conversations and desires was finally pouring out. Wood’s hand came up, tangling in your hair. He tilted your head to the side, pulling you deeper into him as he practically devoured your mouth, not letting either of you breathe. He didn't need air. He needed you.

Spinning around and pushing you up on the desk made you gasp, letting the air rush into your lungs, making a lightheaded fuzzing feeling come up your spine. He didn't give you much more than a second before he was back on you, all teeth and tongue like a wild animal out of its cage. He was out for blood, looking at you with a hungry expression, his chest heaving against your own as he tried to catch his breath in between kisses.

Pulling away from your lips only to make a trail down your jaw to your neck. You felt a smirk against your sensitive skin before he dove into you once more. Sucking and nipping onto skin he had never touched before. He wanted to make damn sure he claimed it as his making you moan out into the cold air of the room.

Hearing the sweet wimpers come from your mouth sent shivers down his spine, making his grip on you tighten. His body pressed against yours in a possessive manner, making sure you couldn’t run from him. As if you ever would.

“Frank!” Pulling him off in a rough jerk after his teeth grazed your neck particularly hard. You take a minute to look each other over and share the same breath. He reluctantly pulled away from you, smiling a little too wide for a man who had just put another man in the infirmary. With swollen lips and his eyes dark with desire, he looked at you, panting, trapped by him. He still held you against the old desk, willing to give out at any point. “What is it, sweetheart?”

Letting out a small laugh of disbelief. Running your hands over Wood’s beard, wiping away saliva he smeared on himself. Biting your lips, taking in his appearance, his face flushed, and his eyes blown out. Now, this was a sight you could get used to. Bending over you with gruff huffs and an expression that told you exactly what he wanted, you kissed again. Sweetly, this time before pulling away and smiling up at him.

Wood’s couldn’t help but chuckle softly as you delicately ran your hands over his beard, a signature smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He didn’t hide the groan that came out as you pulled away from him, his eyes watching you intently. His body is now back to being tense, only now with desire as he looked you up and down. In a rough, low voice, he asked, “What was that for?”

“For this,” You take his hands in your own once more and bring them to your lips, giving each of them a soft kiss. You could feel his breath hitch in his chest. No one handled Frank Woods with care. “…A thank you..”

His expression softened slightly; he wasn't used to being treated like this. Like he mattered to someone, especially when he just got out of a physical fight. His heart clenched at the sight of you delicately caring for him.

Woods pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in the crook of your neck. He held you tightly against him, his body relaxing as he inhaled your scent. Warmth was festering in his chest; he didn't think feelings this intense were supposed to exist. He knew that things would be different between you from now on, and for once, he wasn’t afraid of it. This was the start of something new for both of you. The softness and the warmth that you both deserved.

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I really tried on this so dont make fun of me. Also who tf knows how to kiss? I dont.

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