#bless you if you read all this b/c it's kind of long ❤

[thewhiskersonkittens]

Call Me

Pairing: Nick “Goose” Bradshaw x Female Reader. 

Summary: After you both find yourselves suddenly single right around Valentine’s Day, you and Nick “Goose” Bradshaw give the “Single's Connection” dating line a call on impulse. You both are pleasantly surprised with what you find on the other end of the line. 📞💋🔥

Warnings: Smut, strong s*xual dialogue, curse words. phone s*x, m*sturb*tion, Goose being a freak, sleazy late-night TV commercials, outrageous landline phone bills in the pre-Internet era. Minors please DNI! 18+.

Word Count: 5,713.

A/N: Minors please DNI! 18+. You are responsible for the content you choose to consume. I did a little bit of research on the old 1-900 numbers that used to be advertised for this sort of thing. I’m sure what I describe here in the story isn’t 100% accurate as to how those phone numbers worked exactly but I kindly ask to be overlooked on that.

Hope you enjoy my trashy mind. ;)

Goose sighed as he slumped into the recliner in his apartment on base. He ran his hand through his dirty blond hair. He didn't know why he was getting so worked up. Valentine's Day wasn't a real holiday, or at least it shouldn't be. It was just pure commercialism. It was something chicks made a big deal about and dudes went along with it just to keep their girl happy. But there was something painful about being dumped right before Valentine's Day. It hurt like hell.

His date to a party at the Officer's Club had canceled last minute. She was now the third consecutive dud Goose had in the dating world. He had no problem meeting attractive women, especially with Maverick by his side, but it seemed like it always went nowhere. 

"Don't worry, Goose," Maverick told him in the Miramar locker room after training was complete for the day. The pilot quietly told him he would check with Charlie and see if she knew anyone to fill the spot. Goose only shook his head no.

"Thanks, Mav, you're a real pal. But I'll pass. By the way, you do know you and Hot Teacher Lady aren't exactly a secret, right?"

Maverick and Charlie's relationship was obvious to anyone with a fully functional brain and set of eyes. It was kind of funny watching Maverick trying to keep it under wraps. Goose's best friend was anything but subtle.

Back in his apartment, Goose took a swig from a half empty bottle of Budweiser that he had left on his coffee table. He washed down the lukewarm liquid as he flipped on the TV.

He scanned through the channels, not really looking for anything other a mindless distraction. He landed on a commercial featuring a buxom, platinum blonde.

"I'm tired of being alone!" She proclaimed through the television.

"Yeah, you and me both, honey," Goose bitterly said out loud more to himself than to the woman in the box.

"That's why I'm calling the Single's Connection!" The woman went on.

The camera zoomed in on a shot of her picking up the phone and dialing.

A montage of other ridiculously good looking people smiling and chatting on the phone played as a sultry female voice over narrated:

"Talk to real singles in your area now! It's a fun, easy way to meet someone new and it's always discreet. Give the "Singles Connection" a call at 1-900..."

Goose couldn't help but scoff.

"I'm sure all these hotties must have a really, really hard time in the dating department."

Goose joked as he watched the obviously paid spokes-models on the screen, polishing off the rest of his beer.

The first woman from before appeared back on the screen.

"What are you waiting for?! Call me now and let's make a connection!"

The commercial ended and switched to a different one.

"Call me now and let's make a connection!" Goose mimicked.

What a crock of shit. He thought as he sat down his beer bottle. His eyes flickered to the cordless phone on his table. He raised an eyebrow as he stared at it. It was as if the device was silently daring him. He had never once entertained the idea of actually calling those dating hotlines. He figured a guy must be really desperate to resort to doing that and the girls on the other end were probably nowhere as sexy as the commercial portrayed.

"Nahhh..." Goose laughed at himself as he shook his head.

Yet, curiosity got the best of him. He picked up the handset and pulled out the long antenna.

"God, this is so stupid," He muttered. "I can't believe I'm actually doing this."

He punched in the number and went through all the prompts. It apparently was one of those lines where you left a voice recording of you describing yourself and what you were looking for and if someone was interested they would give you a call.

"Hi, ladies, my name's Goose." He spoke into the receiver. "I'm six foot two, one hundred and seventy pounds. I have dark blond hair and brown eyes. For a living I...well, let's just say I have the most bitchin' job in the world. It's guaranteed to make your ex jealous. I'm not rich but I do know how to show a girl a good time. I hope you like the Grand Slams at Denny's and don't mind being picked up in a pretty rad Ford truck. In my spare time, I like playing the piano and singing "Great Balls of Fire" at the top of my lungs and pissing off my peers with my best friend. Anyway, I'm looking for a girl who thinks Valentine's Day sucks as much as I do and is bored and just wants to talk. Yeah, I don't have very high standards. I guess that's pretty obvious, huh? I mean, here I am calling the “Singles Connection” after all. So if you think I'm the stud for you, give me a ring. And by the way, I do have a mustache and I wear Hawaiian shirts in public with no shame. But don't let that scare you off. I'll rock your world, honey. "

Goose could hardly keep a straight face as he ended the message with his phone number. He figured no girl would ever respond to such a silly message.

With a chuckle he put the phone back in the cradle. He got up to go finish the previous night's dishes and when he was done he returned to the recliner and dozed in and out of sleep while watching some more TV.

A few hours later, the phone started ringing, stirring him awake.

Goose looked at the phone ringing and glanced at his watch. It was almost midnight. Who was calling this late?

...

"Hello?" Goose answered. No one said anything. "Hello?" He tried again.

He heard nothing but a faint gasp and the sound of a click. The caller on the other end hung up. Goose looked at the phone in his hand in disbelief.

A minute later, it rang again. He answered on the second ring and hesitated before speaking.

"Helllooo?" Goose asked, slowly and carefully.

A deep breath was inhaled and exhaled on the other end. Finally, a female voice spoke.

"Um, yes, hello," You said, timidly. "Uh, hi. Is this...Goose?"

You sounded so unsure.

"The one and only," Goose replied.

You cleared your throat, took another deep breath and said:

"Hi, there. I'm Y/ N. I heard your message on the Single's Connection."

Goose about shot up out of his chair when he realized what was going on. He had practically forgotten about calling that number and that silly message he left.

"Holy shit...." He leaned forward and clasped his hand over his mouth.

"Is this a bad time?" There was a hint of disappointment in your voice.

"No, no, no!" Goose assured. He chuckled. "I'm sorry. It's just...I didn't expect anyone to actually call me back."

"I'm sorry for hanging up on you earlier," You explained. "It's just I've never done this before. You know, call one of these 1-900 numbers."

"Yeah, it's the first time for me, too." Goose said.

You both breathed a sigh of relief. It made you both calm down and relax.

Goose leaned back in his chair.

"Well, I'm...I'm glad you called! So, you say your name is Y/N? That's a really pretty name."

"Aww, thanks," You replied. "But Goose isn't your real name. Is it?"

Goose laughed. "Hehe. It might as well be. In my line of work it's what everyone calls me."

You smiled on the other end of the line.

"What line of work is that?"

 Goose smiled proudly.

"I'm in the Navy. For now, stationed right here in sunny San Diego. I ride in the back of some really bad ass jets. I'm basically like an extra set of eyes for my pilot. I play with the radio and watch the radar, among other things. If we happen to come across an enemy pilot, we keep up foreign relations. Communicate with the single finger salute. We're really friendly like that, you know. All in all...it's...it's..."

He pretended to struggle to find the words. "It's pretty much the best damn job in the world."

You were giggling on the other end.

 "Wow, yeah! That does sound really cool. Bitchin', I think is what you called it?"

Goose laughed, remembering he had said that in his message. "Yes, ma'am.  Bitchin'."

You spent a few minutes telling him what you did for a living and described what you looked like. You cleared your throat and shifted in your bed. You pressed the receiver closer, so close the pressure started to hurt your ear so you loosened up a bit.

"Hey, um," You start. "I hope you don't mind me asking this... " You take another breath. "But I gotta know something. You know, before we go on..."

"Ask away. I'm an open book."

You laugh nervously. "So..you aren't married, right?"

You grimaced at the thought. Messing around with a married man, even just over the phone, was a line you wouldn't cross.

At first Goose was a little bit taken aback by the question. But it was a reasonable question to ask. Just because it was called the "Single's Connection" didn't mean only single people used the service.

 "Oh, God, no!" He said. "Nah, no lucky lady has claimed me yet."

 He paused and thought about it.

 "Are you?!" He asked, quickly. "You know, married?"

You exhaled a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

"Oh, God, no!" You repeated.

"No, I'm not married. I'm single as a freakin' Pringle!"

You immediately thought that sounded like a such a dorky thing to say but you smiled when you heard him laughing.

"Well, good," Goose said, relieved as much as you were. "That's...that's a very good thing to know."

"That's part of the reason why I called tonight," You told him. He didn't respond and you went on:

"I, uh...um...God, I don't know why I'm telling you this. But I just wanted to talk to someone tonight." You paused and twisted the telephone cord around your finger.

"Well, talk to me, honey. I'll listen. That's why I called, too. Just to talk. All jokes aside. "

His voice was so soothing and friendly. You had only been speaking to this guy for a few minutes but he seemed really warm and funny just like he did on his message. Not at all like some creep you expected to get on these hotlines. It also sounded like he had a little bit of twang when he spoke. A sweet Southern man, you thought.

"So you know it's Valentine's Day this weekend, right? I was supposed to go with my boyfriend on this romantic getaway..." You paused and then quickly clarified:

"My now EX boyfriend, that is! Anyway, so we had these plans set months in advance. We were going to go to this really nice cabin resort in Colorado. Oh God, the pictures of it looked so beautiful. But I found out he's been sneaking around on me! He's been hooking up with his ex for weeks."

You scoffed at reliving it all. "Maybe even longer than that. Shit, I don't know. I feel like such a fool. We had been together awhile now. And I thought...I actually thought...we'd...God. I thought this trip was where he would ask me to marry him."

Your voice cracked at the end but you weren't crying or even tearing up. You had no tears to waste on a cheater.

"I guess I thought wrong, huh?" You concluded.

Goose remained silent for a moment. He wasn't exactly sure what to say to a story like that. He went with the first thing that popped into his mind.

"You were going to go on a romantic getaway to Colorado?!" He asked, incredulous. "What's so romantic about having snow all the way up to your ass?!"

You burst out laughing while Goose went on.

"I mean, no offense, dear, but Hawaii is where it's at!"

"Pffft!, " You playfully spit. "Oh, please! Yeah, Hawaii is nice but it's so cliche. Everyone goes to Hawaii! Or the Bahamas. Or the Virgin Islands. Or the Florida Keys..."

"Yeah, cause they know warm weather is better than freezing-your-nuts-off weather anytime!" Goose interjected.

You both laughed. God, this girl is really sweet. Goose thought. You had such a sweet, lovely voice and you described yourself so pretty. Of course, there was the possibility you were lying about that but he knew you weren't. You were very pretty. Inside and out. He just knew it.

"No, but seriously, Y/N," Goose said. "I'm sorry that happened to you, sugar. And here I was sitting 'round moping just because I had a date cancel on me. You got it much worse. You deserve way better. You dumped his sorry ass, right?"

"Absolutely!" You confirmed. "No regrets. I figure I dodged a bullet."

"Good girl."

Something about that made you shift. Underneath the sheets you felt a tingling sensation in between your legs. It was the other part of the reason why you called. You were looking to get off. It had been awhile.

"Hey, um, Goose? There's something else...I,um, hehe... there's something else. I don't know...if you'd even be up for it?"

"Yes? What is it, honey?"

He really should stop calling you the pet names. He had no idea what it was doing to you or perhaps he did? You assumed it was just a thing that came naturally to him, being from the South and all.

"So..." You began. You told yourself to grow up and just spit it out.

"I know we both said we just wanted to talk but the truth is..."

You trailed off. You took another deep breath and put it out there.

"I'm all alone and I'm feeling...like I need someone to help me release some tension."

Your voice had a slight change in it. You wondered if he knew what you were getting at. He sure did.

Lord have mercy. Goose thought. Somebody pinch me. This is too good to be true! Phone sex was one of his biggest kinks. He had done it before with previous girlfriends especially while being on a lengthy deployment. He always ended up regretting it when he got the phone bill but it was one weakness he couldn't resist.

"Goose?" You asked, worried he might have hung up. "Are you still there?"

“Yeah, I'm still here," He said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"So...just to make things clear. You're feeling horny, honey? And you want me to talk dirty to you? Is that it?"

You felt your cheeks get hot and you were certain you were blushing every shade of red right now.

"Is that right, Y/N?" Goose asked. His voice had become more honeyed and an octave deeper. He had turned on his bedroom voice.

"Yes," You breathlessly admitted. "Yes, Goose. That's right."

"Oh, honeyyy...," His always drawl came out thicker when he felt turned on which was happening rapidly even though nothing had got started yet. "I'd be more than happy to help you!"

You felt the tingling sensation in between your legs again and this time it felt like it was starting to throb.

"OK, so what do I do?" You asked, softly, your heart beating faster. "I've never done this before."

"That's all right. Where are you right now?"

"I'm in my bed."

Goose hummed. "OK, that's good. What are you wearing?"

You looked down at yourself as if you forgotten what you had on. You told him you had on an old cotton T shirt and shorts. You realized you hadn't exactly thought this whole thing through.

"Yeah, I'm not exactly in my sexiest attire," You joked. "I told you this is my first time doing something like this."

"Hey, that's A OK with me, baby," Goose reassured. He asked if you wearing anything underneath.

"No?"

"Great. Take them off. All of it. The shirt and the shorts."

"I'll have to set the phone down for just a second."

"Take your time, sweetheart."

You flung back your bed sheets and did as Goose instructed. The cool air in your bedroom made your unclothed body pebble up but you knew you weren't going to stay cold for long.

"I'm back," You said, raising the receiver to your ear again.

Goose shut his eyes trying to picture you, lying naked on your bed right now. He bet it was a really pretty picture.

He opened his eyes and continued.

"All right. I want you to close your eyes and take a deep breath for me. Clear your mind. C'mon, honey, close your eyes and take a deep breath. This won't work if you're not completely relaxed."

You scooted yourself all the way back on your bed so that your back was flush with your head board. You both took a few deep breathes together.

"Keep your eyes closed for me." Goose told you. "I want you to imagine something. Think about your snowy Colorado cabin, OK? Think about how beautiful it is."

"OK," You whispered. You concentrated very hard.

"I want you to really picture it, honey. Picture the most cozy, comfy log cabin. It's big and spacious. There's a King size bed. With super soft red and black plaid sheets. There's a wood burning stove in the corner. There's a nice, crackling fire going. It's the only source of light in the whole room besides a few candles that are lit. Inside it smells like oranges, cinnamon and cloves. All those sweet winter smells. On the table, there's a bouquet of two dozen long stem red roses and a basket with wine and chocolates. Outside, it's snowing. It's a light fluffy snow and it's coming down at a steady pace."

"Mmmm..." You hummed. It all started to take shape in your mind. "You make it sound so lovely."

"There's floor to ceiling windows." Goose continued. "No shades. No curtains. No blinds. If there was anyone standing outside, they could see right in. They'd have a perfect view of you. Lying completely naked on the bed..."

Goose was looking straight ahead but the only thing he could see was the picture he was painting with his words.

"But there's no one there," He whispered low into the receiver. "There's no one there but you and me, baby."

Your breath hitched as the fantasy started to turn sexual.

"Can you feel me, baby?" Goose asked. "I'm right there with you in the bed. I'm naked, too. I'm on top of you. We're looking into each other's eyes and I'm stroking your hair..."

"Are you kissing me?" You asked. You had the phone receiver nestled in the crook of your neck. You were starting to move your hands up and down and all over your body. You were feeling much more relaxed.

Goose smiled. "Mmm...yes, honey. I'm kissing you. Kissing your soft, sweet lips..."

Goose moaned just thinking about it.

"Your tongue on mine. Over and over and over. I'm kissing you all over your body. Mmmm...kissing your pretty little face. Kissing your chin and then right along your jawline. All the way down your neck...mmmm...You feel my mustache tickling your skin, baby?"

You giggled. "Mmmm...I bet it does tickle!"

"It's going tickle you everywhere. Everywhere."

You moaned at the scene playing out in your mind. You began to toy with your pebbled nipples and it made you start squirming.

"What are you doing, baby?" Goose asked. "Are you touching yourself already?"

"I'm playing with my nipples," You replied and you hear him make a throaty noise. "Are you going to suck on them, daddy? I want you to."

You had no idea if Goose was into the "daddy" kink thing. You knew from your experience some guys were and some guys weren't. His moan on the other end of the line confirmed he didn't mind it.

"Hold that thought, honey." Goose said.

Goddamn, this girl is going to be the death of me. He thought as he sat the handset down so he could pull off his shirt. He unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped the fly. He was getting harder and harder by the minute. He moved a box of tissues closer. He was definitely going to need them later.

"You there?" Goose asked when he picked up again.

"I'm here, baby, " You breathed, still stimulating your nipples with wet fingertips. "I'm here with you in the cabin. We're in the sheets. You're kissing me all over. You were going to give my nipples some attention."

"Mmm, yes, " Goose started to palm himself over his underwear. "I bet you got luscious titties, don't you? Do you like it when daddy kisses your titties, baby? Kiss, lick, suck." He made a popping noise as if he just sucked and released one of your nipples. "I love me some titties, darlin'."

"Who doesn't?" You said and you both laughed.

"That's true. Very true!" Goose agreed.

There were two types of people in the world as far as he was concerned. Those who love titties and those who lied about not loving titties.

"Are you going to titty fuck me, daddy?" You asked.

It caught Goose so off guard he didn't recognize his own voice when he made an ungodly moan and almost dropped the handset. He never had a woman ask him to do that before. Over the phone or in-person. It made him pull himself out of his underwear and let his now raging hard-on be free.

"Oh, honeyyy," He drawled. "Fuck yesss..."

You crossed your arms over your stomach so your breasts pressed together.

"Just like that, baby," You begged, picturing him sliding up and down in between your breasts. "Feels so good...mmm...yes, that's it..."

Goose couldn't help but be slightly amused.

"You're a little freak, aren't you?"

You gasped.

"So are you!" You defended with a laugh.

"Of course I am!" Goose licked his lips. “I’m a man after all and I’m in the Navy. It goes without saying. Aww, yes, honey...I'm fuckin' those great titties of yours."

He was steadily stroking himself now. You reached down in between your legs and started rubbing your nub with your manicured hand. You both continued to go back and forth about what you were doing to each other. You were going to put him in your mouth and suck him off. He was going to continue his journey down the length of your body. Kissing, licking, sucking, he assured you he would leave hickeys all over your skin.

"Don't worry," Goose told you . "They'll all be in places where nobody can see."

"Mmm...you're such a gentleman, " You teased. "Turns me on even more."

Goose snickered. "Hehe. I might be a gentleman but trust me, baby, before it's all over, I'll have you acting very unlady-like."

You sighed. "God, yes, please...."

Goose told you about how he was going to use both his mouth and fingers on you.

"I'm in between your legs now, honey. You taste so fuckin' good. Mmmm...You feel it? I like to take my time. Licking that pretty pussy of yours. Over and over and over. Is it pretty, isn't it, darlin'? Pretty just like the rest of you. Then I'm gonna take my fingers..."

He paused and gave them a wiggle before he went on:

"I'm going to take my fingers...my middle and ring fingers...and I'm gonna push them in and out. In and out, baby. Real slow at first..."

You had long since slid down your headboard and you were writhing in your sheets and moaning and panting heavy into the phone. The more this went on, the hotter it got and the more real it seemed.

"That's right, honey, " Goose praised you. "You feel these fingers in you? In and out. Mmm...and I'm still licking you. Mmmm...I'm going to go a little faster. Yeah, faster, faster. That's right. You're getting so wet for me."

You whimpered. "Yesss...Oh God, yes!"

It was true. You were getting wetter and wetter. You rubbed yourself faster.

"That's right, honey." Goose encouraged, loving hearing how you were getting more and more worked up.

"How hard are you right now?" You asked. "You gonna put it in me, baby? I want you inside of me."

Goose looked down and saw he was hard as a rock. He pumped himself faster.

"I'm ready for you, sweetheart. I'm so ready."

He pictured you naked and turned on and all spread eagle for him. It was a gorgeous sight. He just knew it.

"You feel me?" He asked. "I'm right up against you. I'm rubbing against you right now. You ready, darlin'?"

"Please!"  You cried.

"I'm going in, sugar." Goose's breathing was becoming as heavy and as labored as yours. "I'm inside you now. You feel so good, baby. Yesss, so damn good. Mmm...You feel me sliding inside of you? Mmm...In and out. In and out..."

"Don't stop!" You practically wailed. You were rubbing yourself vigorously.  

"Aww, no, no, no," Goose grinned. "No, baby. I'm not stopping. I'm just getting started. In and out....Mmm... You're so fuckin' good... You feel so good...You feel the rhythm, baby? The nice rhythm we got going?"

Goose exhaled. "Ahhh. You feel soooo good!"

He had no doubt in his mind that in real life you felt incredible.

"Harder.." Your plea was just a breathy moan. Goose heard it but decided to tease you a little bit.

"What's that, darlin'? What did you say?"

You were so wet at this point you were starting to leave wet spots on your sheets.

"Harder, daddy, please!" You begged. Your back was arched and while your one hand was busy stimulating yourself, your other hand was putting your fingers in your mouth.

"Ah, you want me to fuck you harder, honey? You like it rough? Can you handle it, baby?"

Goose was starting to wonder how much more he himself could handle. You both were moaning in unison, both of you getting closer and closer.

"I'm right above you," Goose said. "I'm holding you down and I'm driving my hips into you. Over and over. Mmm...faster and faster...Mmm...you feel so fuckin' good! ...Yesss...So deep inside you...Hehe...I can hear how wet you are, honey..."

It was true. The noises you making were becoming obscene.

Goose couldn't help but feel a bit of an ego boost.

"You're making me feel so proud, honey. Keep it up. Atta girl. Yeah, that's it! Come and take it, baby! It's all yours!"

You weren't going to last much longer.

"Holy shit!" You cried. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna..."

"You gonna do what, baby? You gonna come for me? Is that it? I want you to."

You were a blubbering, whimpering mess. It was all you could do was moan into the phone. Your legs were shaking.

Goose was still pumping away.

"Ah, I love those sounds you're making," He groaned. "Like music to my ears, honey. Come on, baby. Yeah, that's good. Mmm...You can come, baby. I'll let you..."

He sucked in a sharp breath as he felt his own crescendo about to happen.

He cradled the phone in the crook of his neck as he reached for a handful of tissues.

"Come with me, darlin'," Goose egged you on. "Come with me. Come on...you can do it. You can do it, baby. Come with me...Ahhh!!!"

"Ohhh, babyyy!!! " You managed to cry. It seemed to be the thing that finally made you both come undone. Your whole body spasmed as you rode out your climax, uncontrollably moaning into the phone. You heard him grunting in rapid succession and knew he was feeling the release too.

You both listened to each other catch your breath for a minute.

Goose chuckled. "Look what you made me do, honey. I made a mess."

You were still trying to come back down to earth. You continued to ride your pleasure wave with little breaths, moans, and whimpers.

"So?..." Goose asked. He discarded the used tissues in the trash can and reached for his pack of Marlboro's. "How are you feeling now?"

He was hoping he helped you out at least a little bit. You certainly helped him.

You cleared your throat, still trying to recover. You opened your mouth to say something but you couldn't help but start giggling. Softly at first and eventually it became a giggle fit. You felt good. So good. Better than good.

Goose smiled listening to you. He, too, began to chuckle as he lit a cigarette and took a drag.

"As long as you're laughing with me and not at me!" He said. "Ahhh...You sound so pretty when you laugh. So? You have a good time, honey?"

You finally found your voice to speak:

"You were fantastic...Incredible."

It was no lie. You wondered if he could make you feel all that over the phone, then he must be dynamite in-person.

"You know, for a guy who said he thinks Valentine's Day sucks," You reminded him of what he said in his message. "You're actually quite the romantic, aren't you?"

You knew deep down he had to be. After coming up with the whole romantic cabin scenario on a whim like that.

Goose laughed. "You caught me, baby. Guilty as charged."

It was true. He was a romantic. A hopeless one, if he was being honest with himself.

"How was I? You know, my first time over the phone and all?" You asked.

Goose thought about telling you that was some of the hottest sex he'd ever had. Instead, he said:

"Perfect. Just...perfect. You were perfect."

"You're not at all what I expected when I called the number," You told him. You told him how you expected to get some creep or a desperate loser or both, neither of which he turned out to be.

"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, honey," Goose joked. "No, in all seriousness, you're not what I expected either. I didn't expect anything much other than an outrageous phone bill..."

He trailed off and you both groaned simultaneously, remembering how expensive calls to hotlines can run.

"Hey, Y/N?" Goose started. "This might sound kind of crazy but...could I call you, sometime? Outside this hotline?"

He really liked you and wanted to keep talking to you. If it kept going as well as it did, maybe the two of you could meet in person. Perhaps make the fantasy a reality?

"Sure, Goose," You replied, warmly. "I'd like that."

You definitely wanted to keep in touch.

After you gave him your number he said:

"Nick."

"What?"

Goose ran a hand through his hair and grinned.

"My real name. It's Nick."

You smiled.

"Well then, Nick. It's been a pleasure." 

In more ways than one! You thought. "Good night."

"Likewise," Goose drawled. "Oh and hey, by the way...Happy Valentine's Day, honey."

[thewhiskersonkittens]

You Know Why

Pairing: Nick “Goose” Bradshaw x Female Reader.

Summary: You’re a sexy sweetheart with a past and a toxic boyfriend. Goose sees that and wants better for you. Why? You know why. ❤️

Warnings: Fluff, romantic, hurt/comfort, reader has jerk boyfriend, toxic relationship, some curse words, punching, Goose becoming “Mr. Steal Your Girl”. ;)

Word Count: 4,787

A/N: I couldn’t come up with a name I liked for Reader’s boyfriend in this so he’s just “Boyfriend” LOL. The word “Squid” used in this story is a common nickname for Navy sailors, usually intended as a mild insult. This idea comes from the 150 Random Writing Prompts list by @writinginstardust​.

“Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”

“Blue Hawaii” and “Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Elvis Presley. 🎵

I really like this one. 😍  I hope you enjoy! :)

Lieutenant JG Nick "Goose" Bradshaw thought he always knew what his type of girl was. He wanted one that shared his sense of humor and values. Someone who didn't mind his silly antics with his best friend and someone who could understand how important his service to the Navy was to him. Someone he could feel comfortable with introducing to his mother. He let his friend, Maverick, chase the hot-to-trot bombshells. As nice as they were to look at, Goose knew he didn't want the hassle and drama those types inevitably came with. Or at least that's what he thought until he met you.

You worked at a little hole in the wall BBQ restaurant near the docks. The wall decor was tacky and the air always had the lingering scent of cigarette smoke. None of that mattered to Goose. The pulled pork sandwich was to die for and best of all, the restaurant had an old upright piano in the corner open for anyone to play. At least that's what he told himself on the reasons why he kept coming back. You were leggy and buxom. A "body built for sin", as they say, or even for the pages of a girlie magazine, as it was rumored you had once posed nude in one.

"I'm telling ya, man! I've seen her in there as Miss March, like, a year ago." Wolfman once told Goose during a round of locker room talk.

 "Yeah, you say that but you fail to come up with the evidence." Hollywood chimed in, laughing, while Wolfman claimed he no longer had the magazine to prove it.

 "Mother Goose got the hots for a centerfold?" joked Slider.

 "She's not a centerfold." Goose flatly stated despite not being quite sure of himself. He didn't know why he suddenly couldn't come up with one of his quick quips. "She's not..."

 As if reading his friend's mind Maverick spoke up.

"Hey, so what if she is?" He said to no one in particular.

"Like any of you horn dogs really care?"

Maverick turned and smiled and nodded at Goose who returned the nod. The conversation went in another direction and all was quickly forgotten. Except Goose didn't forget. He couldn't stop thinking about you.

Your story was that you had moved out to California from some small town in the Midwest. Like many girls before you, the bright lights of Hollywood had attracted you and your ambition was to make it as an actress or a model. Needless to say, your Tinseltown dreams never panned out. Not wanting to go back home but no longer able to afford L.A., you relocated south to much more laid back San Diego.

It really didn't matter to Goose whether or not you'd been a centerfold or whatever else was in your past. That was the least of it. His real problem was with that goddamn boyfriend of yours.

...

Goose sat on the piano bench in the restaurant, messing around on the keys, lazily playing whatever song came to his mind. It was early on a Friday night and the place seemed deserted at the time. It was only him, the bartender, and one other patron who looked half asleep at the bar. 

Goose hummed a few notes. From where he sat, he could see the small parking lot. He saw you sitting in the passenger seat of your boyfriend's Trans AM. Even from the distance, Goose could feel the tension. Your arms were folded across your chest, your face turned away from the guy in the driver's seat. The RIO watched your boyfriend's lips move. He was yelling at you, that was for sure. It made Goose shift uncomfortably. He didn't like it when any man raised his voice at a woman. You turned and said something back to your boyfriend, your face did not look happy. You turned again and made an attempt to exit the car, when the guy grabbed your arm. Goose felt ready to jump up to your defense but you quickly shook your boyfriend off and got out of the car in a huff. You slammed the passenger door so hard it rattled the car windows. Your boyfriend peeled out moments later.

You opened the door and stomped inside. You were so fired up you didn't even notice Goose sitting there at the piano until he casually said:

"Trouble in paradise?"

You froze and looked at Goose. He was in jeans with a T-shirt and a blue Hawaiian shirt.

He kept his eyes on the piano keys.

"Goose." You said. Just seeing him made you calm down a bit.

You walked over to the piano and stood next to him.

"Where's your partner in crime?" You asked.

Goose smiled and glanced at you over the bridge of his aviators.

"Mav? Oh, I imagine by now he's probably shacked up with some lady he picked up at the O club."

Goose paused and quickly added: "I mean, he had a date. Yeah, that's it. A date."

You chuckled as he winked and hit some keys trying his best to imitate the sound of a comedic rim shot.

"Have a seat, honey." He offered, nodding to the bench.

You had some time before your shift started. You slid your purse strap off your shoulder and rested it on top of the piano as you took a seat next to Goose.

"Everything OK, Y/N?" Goose asked, cautiously. He made it no secret he was not fond of your boyfriend at all.

You nodded and said: "Yes. I'm fine, Nick. Thanks."

He didn't press and you didn't offer anymore.

You reached out and touched a few keys.

"I never learned to play an instrument." You told him, changing the subject.

"It was just never a thing in my house. Growing up."

That was another thing. You didn't like to talk about your family.

He had been struggling all night to figure out what to play. "Great Balls of Fire" was his favorite song but sometimes he felt like switching it up.

Wanting to lighten the mood, an idea popped into his head and he started playing.

"Night and you/And Blue Hawaii/The night is heavenly..."

He turned and and smiled at you and continued singing:

"And you are heaven to me."

You felt your heart flutter and your cheeks blush.

"That's my favorite Elvis movie. Blue Hawaii." You mentioned.

"Yeah? It was on TV in the rec room last night." Goose said.

"I've always wanted to go there." There was a wistful tone to your voice.

"To Miramar's rec room?" Goose suggested. "It's nothing special. Let me tell ya."

You laugh. "No, you dork! I meant Hawaii."

Goose smiled and kept playing.

"You mean you've never been?!" Goose asked like it was impossible.

"Well, we should go! And WHO are you calling a DORK, missy?!"

You laughed and shook your head at his silliness but he went on.

"No, seriously, let's go, Y/N. It's beautiful! You'll love it! We'll go to Pearl Harbor first. Gotta pay our respects."

You giggle. "Of course, Goose."

"That's right! And then we'll do all the touristy shit, ya know? Like, we'll go to Waikiki Beach. It's crowded as all get out but don't worry we can still have fun. We can go swimming or surfing or snorkeling. Whatever you want, babe."

Goose winked at you as he continued to tickle the ivories. You couldn't help but smile. The man always knew how to make you smile.

"We'll go to a luau," Goose said. "Eat some pig that's been in the ground for half a day. Drink as many of those fruity drinks you like."

Playing along, you joke:

"Yeah and maybe if we're lucky we'll both get... Lei-ed."

Goose stopped playing and let out one of his loud, wild, and infectious laughs.

"Oh, baby!" He cackled. "At this point, I'd settle for a hula girl shaking her grass skirt in my face. But yes, ma'am!" He drawled.

"I always appreciate a nice lei." He gave you a knowing look over his sunglasses.

"You and me both, Navy man." You winked.

"Great Balls of Fire!" Goose quickly slid his hand back and forth across the keys so it made a range of notes.

You both loved the way you flirted with one another. Not so much in an overt sexually charged way but in a more tongue-in-cheek way.

"You're sweet, Goose. But I know it's all just a pipe dream." You sigh.

"Why do you say that?" He asks, softly, eyes still on the keys.

A beat of silence passes between the two of you.

"You know why." You replied.

"It doesn't have to be that way, Y/N." Goose replied.

Something about the way he spoke and the soft melody he was now playing made your heart feel like it was melting.

Changing the subject, you glanced at your watch and said you better get going but he gently touched your arm, stopping you.

"Wait," Goose said. "C'mere. I wanna show you something."

He patted his lap.

You raise an eyebrow. "What?"

"C'mere," Goose repeated, smiling. "This won't take long, I swear."

He pushes the bench back a little bit so you could stand up and sit on his lap.

You shoot him a quizzical look as you settled yourself on his lap. You feel butterflies dance in your stomach as he pulls you closer and his arms cover yours.

"This will be your first piano lesson." Goose tells you.

You laughed and turn to look back at him. "What?! Are you serious?"

"Don't worry, honey, it will be a freebie lesson. After that, I'm afraid I'll have to start charging. A guy's gotta eat, ya know?"

You can't help but giggle as Goose reminds you that you had just mentioned how you always wanted to learn an instrument.

"Yeah, but not right now!" You exclaimed.

"Oh, hush," Goose replied. "You're being a very difficult student to work with, young lady."

He turns you back so you are facing the piano. He places your fingers on the keys and rests his hands on top of yours.

He leans his head over your right shoulder and guides you on which keys to play. You can feel his breath hot in your ear.

The notes you make don't sound nearly as good as when Goose plays.

"That's all right, darlin,'" He coaxed. "It's a little awkward your first time but you practice enough and it will come more naturally."

He really didn't intend that as innuendo but you both catch it and chuckle.

Goose worked the pedal below while you kept trying the keys he taught.

"I'm no good at this," You comment.

"Here, let me show you."

Goose takes your hands off the keys but makes no indication that he wants you to get up so you stayed seated in his lap.

His arms flanked around yours and he shifted his body to scoot closer to the piano and you could feel his chest flush against your back. You caught a faint whiff of his woodsy cologne.

He started to play but he wasn't playing the same thing as before.

Gradually, you recognized the tune and it all started to click.

"Wise men say/Only fools rush in/But I can't help/Falling in love with you."

Goose sang softly in your ear.

You didn't realize you were holding your breath until you let out a sigh.

Sitting there in Goose's lap with his arms around you, the warmth of his body heat, his smooth singing voice serenading you, it felt so good. You felt warm, safe, and loved. Things you hadn't felt from anybody in a long time.

As Goose continued to sing, you closed your eyes and surrendered to the moment. Soon he was slowly rocking you side to side to the music. His face was so close to yours, you could feel his mustache brush against your skin.

"Take my hand/Take my whole life, too/For I can't help/Falling in love with you."

Goose finished singing and you both sat very still for a moment. Slowly, you twisted around to face him. He lifted his aviators up and rested them on top of his head. Your noses were practically touching. You were both staring at each other's lips. You both were breathing heavily.

You both wanted to say something but couldn't. You felt your bottom lip tremble but whether it was from anxiety or anticipation, you weren't sure.

Goose reached up and pressed his thumb to your lips and brushed it back and forth. Just when you felt like you couldn't stand it any longer, he leaned in and your eyes closed anticipating his kiss.

"Hey, Bradshaw!"

The voice of the restaurant manager made the two of you jump. It gave you such a jolt of surprise that you accidentally tipped backwards, catching yourself on the piano keys, resulting in a medley of sour notes. Goose reached out and helped you steady yourself.

"Are you gonna turn my waitress loose any time this year?"

The manager joked. He was a friendly, middle aged man.

"Dinner crowd's gonna be coming in shortly." He explained, his head sticking out from the kitchen door.

You watched as a range of emotions crossed Goose's face as he tried to pull himself together. He also had got lost in the moment before and had forgotten where he was. It was such an easy thing to do for both of you when you spent time together. He swore under his breath.

"Uh, yeah!" Goose called out your boss. "Sure thing, man! She's all yours."

Goose reluctantly released you. The piano bench made a scraping noise across the title as he pushed away from the instrument to allow you to stand up.

You gathered your purse and turned back to Goose. He remained seated on the bench, looking up at you with wide brown eyes.

"Thanks for the piano lesson, Goose," You tell him. "I gotta get to work now. See you around."

"Y/N, wait."

You shake your head no and started to move away as he stood up.

"No. I'm sorry, Nick."

Was it your imagination or did your voice just crack when you said his real name? It must have because you noticed the change in Goose's face. His brown eyes, reflecting concern. You both knew you only called him by his real name when you were being serious.

"I'll come back." Goose said. "Later. Tonight. When you're off."

You sigh. "That...That wouldn't be a very good idea. "

Goose inhaled and exhaled a very audible sigh of frustration.

"Your boyfriend? Is he coming back?"

You nodded.

"Look, I just don't want there to be any trouble..."

"Trouble?!" Goose repeated. He motioned to himself, trying to lighten the mood.

"C'mon. Do I honestly look like trouble?"

There was a beat and he added:

"OK, so I DO look like trouble but that's only when I'm with Maverick. He's a bad influence on me. Other than that I'm an angel, baby, I swear." He made a show of crossing his heart.

"Yes," You chuckle. "Yes, you are, Goose."

Damn this man, you thought. Damn this irresistibly charming, handsome and heartwarming man.

"Go to work, honey," Goose said. "I'll come back. "

...

Shit. Goose thought. The chance was right there and if it hadn't been for the worst timing in the world from your manager, you two would have kissed. One thing was made crystal clear: you felt the same way he did.

Goose never thought of himself as the type that would deliberately swipe another guy's girl. Tonight that was going to change. His reasons were valid. He was coming back and he didn't care if it started "trouble" or not. He wasn't afraid of your boyfriend and you shouldn't be either. You deserved better and he was going to give it to you. He was going to make you his.

All throughout your shift you couldn't get your mind off of Goose and the almost kiss you had with him at the piano. You kept replaying the scene over and over in your head. Oh God, how much you wanted him. And he wanted you, too. You told him not to come back but you hoped he wouldn't listen.

Please come back, Goosey. Baby, please.

You clocked out and when you walked out into the dining room, you felt your heart soar like a F-14 launched off the catapult.

Goose was waiting for you.

"Hey," He said, smiling. "I'm back."

"I see that." You said.

You wanted to run to him. You wanted to jump in his arms and plant kisses all over his pretty face but you restrained yourself.

He offered you his arm.

"C'mere. Walk with me awhile."

You walked together down to the pier. The night had a warm, balmy breeze. You both stopped along side the railing looking out at the twinkling lights of the passing boats.

"He's coming back to pick me up." You blurted, referring to your boyfriend.  You were looking to break the awkward silence. You turned to face Goose.

"He's taking me on a date," You explain.

Goose only nodded and listened to you explain how your boyfriend had been asking you to move in with him. He had been starting to get very adamant it and it was causing problems, among other things.

"Does he hit you?" Goose asked, carefully.

You shook your head no.

"Don't lie to me, Y/N. You can tell me. You know that."

"I would never lie to you, Goose. You know that."

Goose nodded.

"I know you wouldn't, baby."

There was something about the way he said that. It was so firm yet so warm and gentle. You felt your eyes well up with tears. You managed to kept them at bay.

"Look, Y/N," Goose started. You wondered if you were finally going to discuss what almost happened at the piano earlier.

"Do me a favor." Goose stated, taking your hands in his.

He hesitated before looking you square in the eyes.

"Don't go on that date."

You stood there for a moment, holding hands and eye contact.

You felt your bottom lip tremble again.

"Why?" It was all you could manage to squeak out.

"You know why."

Goose reached up and brushed his thumb across your lip.

You couldn't take it anymore.

"Say it."

To your surprise, Goose shook his head no.

"Say it," You demand. "Say it, Nick! Say it!"

Goose kept shaking his head.

"No, honey. I'm done talking."

Before you knew it, his lips were on yours. You immediately surrendered to his embrace. Your hands were moving all over each other. He pulled you as flush as he could to his body. You let your hands slide up his sides, over his neck and into his hair. You had wondered before what kind of kisser he would be. He did not disappoint. His tongue danced with yours over and over in the most tender and loving way. A moan escaped from your mouth and Goose squeezed you tighter.

Goose reluctantly released you when it became necessary to breathe again.

Your eyes fluttered open. You both were panting steadily.

"Oh, Goosey," You whispered.

You hugged him again, pressing your face into his chest. You felt his arms wrap around you, feeling like a cozy blanket .

"Talk to me, honey," He soothed. "What is it?"

"I've made so many mistakes in my past." You told him. "I'm not proud of the things I've done."

Just thinking about your life back in L.A. made you want to cringe.

You looked at the gold cross that he wore on a short chain around his neck next to his dog tags. You reached up and rubbed the pendant between your fingers.

"I used to go church," You said, not sure why you were telling him this. "I used to be a good girl. Once upon a time. You're such a good man. You should get yourself a nice church girl, Goose. A good girl."

Goose cupped your chin and tilted your head to make you look up at him.

"I don't need to do that. I already got a good girl."

You were both smiling when he leaned down and kissed you again. He wanted to communicate through the kiss. He wanted you to know nobody was perfect, everybody has made mistakes, it didn't matter what your past was, the time was now and that's all that mattered.

The kiss was abruptly interrupted when a booming voice from behind said your name.

"Y/N?! What the HELL is going on?!"

You froze stiff. Goose immediately pulled you off to his side, moving in a defensive position in front of you. His protective mode had been activated.

There was your boyfriend, standing there just a few feet away.

He was shooting daggers at you with his eyes.

"I've been looking all over for you. Your boss said you left thirty minutes ago?!"

His glare found Goose.

"And who the fuck is this clown?!" He was looking at the aviator but speaking to you.

You felt your stomach knot with fear. You didn't want there to be a scene. You didn't want anyone to get hurt.

"No, no, no, pal," Goose answered, waving his index finger, voice dripping with sarcasm. "There's only one Bozo around here and it ain't me."

Your boyfriend put his hands on his hips and squinted his eyes.

"Oh, a real funny guy, huh? We'll see what's funny when I knock that shit-eating grin off your face."

You clutched Goose's arm. He looked back at you and touched your hand, reassuring you it was OK.

Turning back, Goose could only find amusement in the situation. Guys like your boyfriend were a dime a dozen. Their bark was always worse than their bite.

"Y/N, I asked YOU a question." Your boyfriend spat.

"He's my friend," You simply said.

Your boyfriend moved closer. Spotting Goose's dog tags, he scoffed.

"He’s one of those squids, huh? I should have known. Boy, you'd really screw anyone, won't you? All right, you had your fun. Come on. Let's go."

He had the audacity to stick out his hand, expecting you to take it.

You shook your head.

"No."

Your boyfriend's eyes widened with disbelief.

"What?!" He was not accustomed to being denied.

"No," You repeated, much louder. "I said no!"

Goose felt his heart swell with pride at your new found confidence.

Your boyfriend let his arm drop. He threw up his arms in frustration.

"I can't believe this bullshit!"

"Believe it, brother," Goose gloated. "You heard the lady. She doesn't want you anymore."

"Hey, asshole, " Your boyfriend pointed his finger at Goose. "Nobody is talking to you!"

"Yeah, well, I AM talking to you," Goose quipped. There was an edge to his voice he didn't use very often but he still maintained his composure.

He knew nothing made a pissed off person more angry than someone who wouldn't take the bait.

"She doesn't want you here. I don't want you here. That gives you one option: Go away and don't come around ever again."

Your boyfriend edged closer. To your surprise, Goose did the same.

With the two men standing in front of each other, you noticed how Goose was taller than your boyfriend. Goose had his shoulders squared and his chest was puffed out like a peacock. He wasn't exactly a super buff guy but he did have a decent build.

You watched in awe at the display in front of you. You never had two guys fighting over you before.

"Oh, yeah?" Your boyfriend whined, peering up at Goose. "What are you gonna do about it if I don't, hot shot?!"

Goose grinned so wickedly it was almost a little unnerving. He started chuckling. "What am I gonna do?! What am I gonna do?! " He mocked.

He began cracking up.

He turned around to you and called out: "Hey, Y/N! Your boyfriend here wants to  know what I'm gonna do!"

You thought maybe Goose suddenly lost his marbles and your boyfriend looked just as perplexed.

Just as quickly as he started, Goose stopped laughing, turned back and violently snatched your boyfriend by his shirt collar, catching him completely off guard, lifting him off the ground. The action made your boyfriend yelp and you audibly gasp.

"Fuck around and find out." Goose told him, very matter-of-factly.

He released your boyfriend without warning and the man stumbled upon impact with the ground.

He looked visibly shaken up. You suddenly laughed. Mostly at yourself at why you let him bully you for so long. You walked over and defiantly linked arms with Goose.

Your boyfriend's panicked eyes flickered back and forth between you and Goose. You both waited to see what he would do next.

Nostrils flaring, he yelled: "Fine! Fuck it! You can have her, man. I was about done with her ass anyway." He told Goose.

He shot one more glare at you. "Fuck you, bitch!"

The last thing he saw was Goose's fist coming toward his face. It connected with his nose so hard it sent him flying backwards. He fell flat on his back on the pier, knocked out cold.

You gasped and turned to Goose. He was groaning, flexing his hand, rubbing his knuckles, trying to relieve the pain.

"I hate it when it does that!" He said, humorously, as if his hand had a mind of it’s own.

"I don't take it very well when somebody talks to my girlfriend like that."

You looked from your new boyfriend to your now ex-boyfriend laying splayed out.

 "Is he going to be all right?"

Goose shrugged.

"I suppose so. Don't worry. He's still breathing. He'll walk it off. C'mon, let me take you home."

...

You walked back to the restaurant parking lot with your arms wrapped around each other's waist.

"I didn't know you could fight like that." You said, curiously.

"Yeah, I used to box a little bit while I was in Annapolis." Goose explained.

"I gave it up because I didn't want to screw up my hands. I like playing the piano more than boxing. It's good to know I still got it, though!"

You give him a sultry glance.

"I got to admit it was pretty hot." You give him a nudge.

Goose laughed and made a playful growl in your ear which made you giggle.

"That get your motor going, baby? I'll have to remember that."

"You're a little bit of a lover and a fighter, huh?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

As you reached the parking lot, there was one burning question still on his mind.

"Can I ask you a really, really random question?"

"Shoot." You reply.

"You used to do some modeling, right? Back in L.A.?"

"Yes?"

You both stop walking when you reach Goose's car.

He chuckled nervously while he scratched the back of his head.

"So were you ever in a magazine? By any chance?"

You laughed and regard him curiously. You folded your arms across your chest and gave him a pointed look.

"What kind of magazine are we talking about?"

" Hehehe... " He chuckled. He wonders if he's going to regret this but he just has to know.

"You know," He said. "A girlie magazine?"

Your mouth opens in surprise but you're not upset. It was actually quite funny.

You pretend to be flattered. You clasped your hands over your heart and bat your eyelashes.

"Oh, Goosey." You fake some sniffles. "It's so sweet of you to say that! That's always been a dream of mine ever since I was a little girl. To be the centerfold in a girlie magazine."

You then burst out with laughter.

"No, I was never in anything like that! Where on earth did you get an idea like that?!"

Goose was cackling with you.

"I'm sorry, honey! I honestly don't know where that idea came from."

I knew those idiots in the Miramar locker room were full of shit! Goose thought.

This time you took the lead and kissed him.

"I love you, Goose."

"I love you more, honey."

He held you in his arms not wanting to ever let you go.

"You know, Y/N," Goose started.

"I happen to have a really great Polaroid camera." His voice had a hint of mischief in it.

You smiled, slyly.

"That's nice. Any particular reason why you're telling me this, Goose?"

He shook his head.

"Nope! No reason at all! I just thought you'd be interested in that little tid-bit."

"Uh-huh." You clicked.

Goose opened the passenger door for you. Before you slid inside the car, you told him that he could show his camera to you "on the trip".

"What trip?" Goose asked.

You smiled. "Our trip to Hawaii, of course."

Goose laughed.

"Great Balls of Fire!"

[thewhiskersonkittens]

Wild

Pairing: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x Female Reader.

Summary: You have a crush on Maverick that he finds out about. To your surprise, he likes you too! Only he needs to know you have a “wild side” to you otherwise it won’t work. ;)

Warnings: Fluff, romantic, some sexual dialogue, some curse words, a drug reference.

Word Count: 4,629.

A/N: This took me FOREVER AND A DAY to write. I think the concept was better in my head than actually typed out. 😖

Hope you enjoy! :)

It was the slightest, simplest things about a man that had an uncanny ability to turn you on. Pete "Maverick" Mitchell was his name. All day you couldn't stop staring at his shirtless and ripped torso, bronzed from the California sun.

It looked he had foolishly neglected putting on sunscreen because his shoulders and neck were starting to turn red but you couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to rub some aloe vera on him. Why he chose to wear blue jeans to play beach volleyball in was definitely another lack in judgement but you had to bite your bottom lip with desire. There was something about the way the Levis were slung low on his hips. You could see a slight "happy trail" starting below his belly button and that journeyed down out of sight but certainly not out of your mind.

Maverick and his friend Nick "Goose" Bradshaw were playing against fellow Navy aviators Tom "Iceman" Kanzansky and Ron "Slider" Kerner. You were watching alongside your friend, Jen. Jen had her eye on the frosty blonde Iceman after meeting him at the officer's club. She had initially dragged you there against your will but now you felt eternally grateful.

Slider hit the ball over the net and Maverick didn't get there in time to keep the other side from scoring. Slider let out boisterous cheer as the ball and Maverick hit the sand.

It was what happened next that had your heart racing. Recovering the ball, Maverick stood up in slow motion, or time had suddenly slowed down, you weren't really sure which. He peered over the bridge of his aviator sunglasses, shooting a brief competitive glare at his opponents before pushing his shades back up. It was one of those moments that made you question your sanity. Was it the way his tan skin glistened in the sun? Was it the way his dog tags were slung around his neck and over his back? Was it his jet black hair, the dark thick eyebrows, the shaving shadow that graced the lower half of his face? You didn't know for sure but you knew something about it turned you on something fierce. You wondered what the hell was wrong with you. Maybe you were crazy? Maybe you were ovulating? Maybe you were just being a completely normal girl with an undeniable crush?

Jen looked over and saw where all your attention was focused. She gave you a playful nudge.

"You see something you like or just browsing, Y/N?"

You rolled your eyes and returned the nudge but you were smiling.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Jen." You were never good at lying.

Your friend laughed.

"Oh, c'mon, girl. You're thirsty as hell for the dark haired Adonis over there." Jen nodded her head toward Maverick's direction.

"He's a little short for my taste but he sure is easy on the eyes." She added.

"Hey, I'm barely over five foot, myself." You said. "So, he's plenty tall to me."

Jen laughed again. "So you admit it?!"

She swung her legs around to turn and face you on the bench.

"You like Maverick!" She exclaimed a little too loud for your comfort.

You quickly glanced back at the guys and saw they were still playing the game.

Turning back, you slapped her knee.

"Jen!" You hushed. "Keep your voice down!"

Jen wouldn't be stopped.

"You like Maverick! You like Maverick!" She sing-songed. "Y/N and Maverick sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G..."

You shut your eyes and face palmed your forehead. You loved your best friend to death but she was a pro at making you suffer second hand embarrassment at her cringe-y ways.

"Oh my God, Jen," You said after opening your eyes. "How old are you?! Ten?!"

Ignoring the rhetorical question, Jen leaned in.

"You think about him, don't you?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"You think about him in bed, don't you?"

Your jaw dropped but you didn't answer. You knew she knew the answer.

There was many a night you laid wide awake in bed thinking about the handsome pilot. But unbeknownst to your friend, the fantasies weren't always the dirty kind. Most of them were very sweet. You imagined Maverick taking you for a ride on his motorcycle even though the thought scared you. You imagined yourself in his arms, wondering what his embrace would feel like. It seemed kind of quaint but it was your hopeless romantic side that imagined writing him love letters while he would be on deployment. Of course, you pictured him naked and what kind of lover he would be. He was a Navy man. He'd been all around the world several times. It went without saying he would be way more experienced than you. It made you want to squeeze your thighs together just thinking about all the possible things he could show you.

As if reading your mind, Jen said:

"You touch yourself to him. Don't you? You think about all the ways..."

"Jen!" You cried. You couldn't believe her sometimes.

"What?" Jen shrugged . "You can tell me. All the time, I think about climbing that tall, blonde, hot piece of ass over there. His muscle man friend isn't half bad either." She nodded toward Iceman and Slider.

You snorted. "That's because you're like a feral cat in heat. Especially around military dudes."

No matter how much you tried to get her to drop the subject, Jen wouldn't shut up. She kept teasing you about your obvious crush on Maverick, saying the most ridiculous things that sent you both into a fit of giggles.

"You think about riding him, don't you, Y/N?" Jen joked. "You'd ride him like Sea Biscuit, wouldn't you?!"

She started to pretend to ride a horse, holding an imaginary rein with one hand and slapping her side with the other.

"Yee haw! Ride 'em, cowgirl! Giddy up!"

You reached over and smacked her knees again.

"Jen, shut up!"

You looked back and saw the boys had stopped playing. They were talking to each other but if Jen kept going on like she was, they'd definitely look over.

"Jen," You told her. "I'm warning you... Shut the fuck up, Jen...I swear to God!"

Jen stopped pretending to ride a horse and instead started doing something even more embarrassing. She started to moan, pretending to have an orgasm.

"You think about him making you come...Oh, God! You think about climaxing on his dick, don't you, Y/N?! You'll be like...Oh, God! Oh, Maverick! Oh, baby, right there! Oh, God, yes! Don't stop, Mav! Oh, fuck yeah!"

At this point, you were practically wrestling with Jen, desperately trying to clamp your hand over her mouth.

"Jen, shut up or I'll shut you up myself!"

"C'mon, Y/N, you know I'm right!" She laughed dodging your attempts to silence her. She started making those obnoxious sexual noises again.

"Oh, Mavvvv...Give it to me, baby!"

You lunge and finally get a hold of her, covering her mouth with your hand. The two of you are were in an uncontrollable laughing fit. You let her go and sat back down. Jen's face was beet red with laughter as she sat back up. Suddenly, her face dropped, her eyes widened, and she immediately shut up.

The sudden change made you wrinkle your brow in confusion. Then the horror set in as you realized someone was behind you. You turned around to see Maverick standing there, grinning at the spectacle he just witnessed. He slowly lifted up his sunglasses, resting them on top of his head.

You felt like a deer in headlights. You felt an odd sensation of your stomach doing somersaults at his dazzling smile but at the same time, your heart was beating so rapidly you swore it could be heard outside your chest.

Jen quickly pulled herself together but she couldn't help but still giggle.

"Uh..Hi, Maverick," Jen said.

You just stared. Partly at how he was even better looking up close and mostly because you felt like dying of embarrassment.

"Ladies," Maverick was speaking to the two of you, yet his eyes were directly on you.

"Don't mind me. I'm just going to grab my shirt there."

You looked down and realized his white T-shirt had been laying there on your bench the whole time. You scooted over so he could pick it up.

"Thanks," He whispered to you. He was still wore a warm smile.

His green eyes never left you as he retrieved his shirt and slipped it on over his body. You felt Jen nudge you with her foot as if to say you should talk to him but you were too speechless.

Looking for an escape, Jen called out to Iceman.

"Ice! Tom! Sorry, bestie, I gotta go. See ya!"

She launched herself off the bench and started jogging towards Iceman's direction. Both you and Maverick watched as she briefly turned around and gave you a double thumbs up while running backwards.

You Bitch! You mouthed to her while Maverick's head was turned. You gave her the middle finger. Jen cackled and took off, leaving you to deal with the awkward situation alone.

Looking back to you, Maverick chuckled.

"She's a live wire, that one, huh?"

You laughed nervously.

"Yeah, you could say that."

You expected him to walk away at any moment but to your surprise he sat down next you on the bench. He sat so close you could feel the heat of your thighs touching.

"What about you?" Maverick asked.

You were confused.

"What about me?"

He smiled. You swore every time he did, your heart experienced tremors.

"Have you got a spark in you I haven't seen yet?"

You laugh. Was he...flirting with you?! You had to be dreaming.

Instead of answering, you had your own question. It was driving you crazy.

"All right," You began. "Let's cut the crap, Pete."

You preferred to call him by his real name. You knew he didn't mind.

"How much of that..." You gestured to where you and Jen had been messing around. "Did you hear?"

"Enough." He smirked. "I heard enough."

You covered your face with your hands and groan.

"Oh my God!"

Maverick reached over and gently made you uncover your face.

"Hey, it's OK, Y/N."

"No, it's not!" You exclaimed. "It's embarrassing. That's what it is."

His sweet laugh somehow put you at ease.

"I'm sorry about my friend," You tell him.

You both watch as Iceman was now demonstrating to Jen how to spin the volleyball on a single finger but you knew she wasn't really paying attention to the lesson.

"Oh, Tom, you're sooo talented!" Her voice carried over to the bench as she touched his chest and flirtatiously tossed her hair.

Turning your attention back to Maverick, you explain.

"I love her to death but...Jen can be such a trip sometimes. To be perfectly honest."

Maverick snickered. "Yeah? Well, to be perfectly honest myself, I bet Goose would say the same thing about me!"

You both laughed.

"So, let me ask you something, Y/N." Maverick said, breaking the ice again.

"What's the wildest thing you ever done?"

The question takes you by surprise.

"Excuse me, what?"

"You heard me."

You laugh searching his face to see if he was serious. He was.

"Well, I uh," You weren't sure what to say. He was watching you anticipating your answer.

You honestly never thought about it before. You were coming up short with anything.

Maverick playfully started shaking his head, tsk-ing.

"I was afraid of this..." He starts but you quickly think of something.

"No, wait!" You said. "Once, I got into a mosh-pit at a concert!"

Maverick laughs and shakes his head more.

"Uh, OK, wait." You start rattling off everything that comes to mind. "Um...when I was a kid I stole some stick-on earrings from the drugstore! In high school, I got Saturday school for ditching class..."

It was hopeless. God, I must be the most boring person on earth. You thought. To make a long story short, you were always a very good girl. You didn't like to rock the boat very much. You liked to play it safe. Maybe that's why you were such good friends with Jen and Maverick. They were both the polar opposites of you with their wild personalities.

Maverick just kept shaking his head but you knew he wasn't laughing at you.

"I once smoked a joint with Jen and some other girls." You tell him, once last ditch effort to make yourself not sound so lame.

Maverick gave a good laugh.

He whistled low as he said:

"Wow, Y/N. That's...that's really...wow. You must have given your folks a lot of early gray hairs, huh?"

You laugh and give him a nudge.

"Sorry, flyboy. That's all I got." You regard him curiously and raise an eyebrow.

"Why do you want to know?"

Maverick gives you such a smoldering look, you feel a tingling sensation in between your legs.

He beckoned to you to lean in closer to him like he was going to tell you something secret. Excited, you scooted even closer to him that your shoulders are touching. You felt his breath hot on your ear as he whispered:

"I was going to ask you out but I just don't know if I can date a stick-in-the mud."

There is a tone to his voice. He's teasing but he's also challenging you.

"Stick-in-the-mud?!" You repeated, low-key offended. You let it marinate for a second and wondered if it was painfully true. 

Maverick shrugged.

"You want me, sweetheart? You gotta keep up with me."

You gaped at his forwardness even though it really shouldn't surprise you.

"What...What makes you think I want you?"

You asked, sheepishly, but then you remember how Maverick had just seen your silly friend practically announce it to everyone within a five mile radius.

"Jen was just messing around," You say but Maverick isn't having it.

He gives you an "Are-you-kidding-me?" look.

"Sure she was." He replied, his voice was dripping with sarcasm but those gorgeous eyes of his reflected warmth.

He casually asks you if you've ever rode on a motorcycle before. You shake your head "No" but you've always wanted to. Especially with him.

"You wanna go for a ride?" Maverick offers. "Goose had to get back to his family and I've still got some daylight to burn."

You felt those tremors in your heart again. A bundle of butterflies erupted in your stomach. He could have never known how many times you've dreamed about this very moment but now here it was.

You found yourself stuttering.

"A ride?...A motorcycle ride?!...With you?!"

Maverick flashed you that wickedly, irresistible of his. That grin, you figured, must have got him out of trouble several times and dropped a whole lot of panties from the Indian Ocean to San Diego and everywhere else in between.

He leaned in again and seductively whispered:

"I can see this is dangerous for you. But I know you're tempted to...show me your wild side."

It was conveniently timed because Jen walked over to the bench and asked you if you were OK with her leaving with Iceman.

You were speaking to Jen but had your eyes squarely on Maverick when you said:

"Yeah, sure, go ahead. I got my own ride."

You knew your best friend was going to give you the third degree later but you didn't care. You had to prove to Maverick that you did indeed have a "wild side" to you.

...

At first you were hesitant to get on the Kawasaki but you got that crazy feeling again. That feeling of the slightest thing that this man did sent your heart fluttering. Maverick mounted the bike, raised the kickstand, and started the ignition. He turned to look at you and you saw yourself reflected in his aviators. You expected him to tease you again but instead he grinned and offered you his hand. Returning the smile, you slid your hand in his and got on the bike.

Maverick instructed you to hold on to his waist and you happily oblige.

"There's a place I want to show you." Maverick said as he revved the engine.

"All right," You reply.

You didn't really care where he wanted to take you at this point as long as you got to go.

Before you knew it, you were zipping past the beach and the docks. Maverick merged onto the highway and the two of you were headed somewhere north. The sensation was nothing like you've ever experienced before. Your initial nervousness was quickly replaced by pure excitement and adrenaline. As you started to feel more comfortable, you wrapped your arms tighter around Maverick's waist and rested your head on his shoulder inhaling the mixture of fresh air and the leather from his jacket.

The ride came to an end sooner than you expected. You found yourself at a lake. The moon was like a spotlight on the water, making it glisten.

"Wow," You whisper even though there wasn't a soul around. Maverick gave you his hand to help you dismount the bike. Excited, you hurried down to the bend.

You turned around to look back at Maverick. He looked like a vision leaning against his Kawasaki. He had taken off his aviators and had draped his jacket over the seat of the motorcycle.

"I never knew this place existed!" You said.

Maverick chuckled as he started walking toward you.

"A lot of people don't and I like it that way."

He stopped in front of you and you swore the moonlight was giving his dark hair a blue-ish tint. He reached down and picked up a small pebble and made it skip across the water.

"I like to come out here sometimes." He adds. "You know, just to get away from everything. Clear my mind."

You nod, understanding. "I get that."

You both take a minute to appreciate the serenity of the lake, watching the water ripple and glisten.

"It looks so nice." You softly comment about the water. "I wish I could jump in."

Maverick turns to look at you, the sly smile spreading across his face.

"Well?" He prompted. "Jump in."

You laugh. "You're kidding! I'd get my clothes all wet..."

You trailed off when you realized exactly what he was getting at.

"Oh no!" You cried waving your index finger back and forth as Maverick starts laughing.

He reached behind his neck and pulled his shirt off in one swift motion. Even in the dark, with the moon as the only source of light, you could still see his toned body and your heart skips a few beats.

"Lieutenant Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, did you purposefully bring me out here to get me to...to....skinny dip?!"

You crossed your arms and give him a pointed look.

"And how many girls have you done this with?"

Maverick smirked.

"Sorry, babe, that's classified."

You stare as Maverick started to pull off his boots.

"C'mon, Y/N," He said. "Live a little."

He squinted at you.

"Don't tell me you've never skinny dipped before?!"

You opened your mouth to defend yourself but you knew there was no denying it. Instead you just shook your head "No" and silently thanked God it was too dark for him to see your cheeks turn red.

You looked at the water and you looked at Maverick. You remember you came out here for a reason: to prove you actually did have a “wild side” to you. Your logical side told you many things: to panic, that "you were not this kind of girl" (whatever that meant), what if you and him were caught?!

As if reading your mind, Maverick paused and said:

"If you really don't want to do it, it's OK. But I promise everything will be all right, Y/N."

You bit your bottom lip and made a decision.

"OK, I'll do it," You confirm.

Maverick smiles and his hands go to unbuckle his belt and you immediately stop him.

"Wait," You said. "Let me go first."

You tell him to turn around and shut his eyes.

"What?!" Maverick exclaims but he's more amused than annoyed.

"You heard me, flyboy! Turn around and shut your eyes. I'll jump in first. When I'm in, I'll turn around and shut my eyes and then you get in."

"You can't be serious, Y/N?" Maverick laughed. "Are you really that shy?"

You shrugged. "These are my terms, Pete. Take 'em or leave 'em."

You weren't really sure what the point of it was. Once you were in the water, you'd see each naked anyway. You just more comfortable doing it this way.

Maverick playfully groaned and sighed. "OK."

He reluctantly turned around.

You stood there for a second, briefly wondering what you've got yourself into but it was too late to worry about it now.

You slowly started with your shirt. You felt your skin get goose bumps as you lifted it over your head. You toed off your shoes and socks and slid off your shorts. You kept your eyes glued to Maverick's bare back as he stood there, patiently waiting for you to finish.

"You're not gonna bail on me and leave me stranded here half naked, are you?"

Maverick joked.

"Don't tempt me!" You laugh. You both knew there was no way you could steal his motorcycle and get back to the city on your own.

You reached around and unhooked your bra clasp. You hesitated for a second before letting it drop to the ground. You shimmied out of your underwear and before you could think too much you jumped in the lake. The water felt cool but your body adjusted quickly. You swam out just a little further but not too far.

"OK, Pete," You called to him. "I'm in! Your turn!"

Keeping your end of the deal, you turned around and shut your eyes. You try to keep your mind on the moment, nothing else. Just like with riding the motorcycle, your initial fears of skinny dipping subsided. It was like taking a bath in a really big bathtub.

You heard a splash in the water behind you and you opened your eyes.

"Pete?" You asked as you turned around expecting to see him swimming towards you. Instead you saw nothing except the Kawasaki and two piles of discarded clothes on the land.

You doggy paddled that direction calling for Maverick. He had to be in the water, you were sure of it, but he was taking his sweet time to surface and it started to worry you.

"Pete?!" You called again. "Pete?! Maverick?! This isn't funny, Pete!"

You suddenly felt all alone and exposed. You glanced all around you seeing nothing but lake and trees. Somewhere nearby, an owl hooted and shivers went up your spine. You had watched way too many slasher tapes with Jen and your imagination went crazy with all sorts of terrible things.

You felt something grab a hold of your legs and you instantly screamed, the sound echoed off the water. You kicked and struggled to get free but you found yourself being pulled underwater.

When you were released you came back up gasping while Maverick surfaced right next to you laughing.

You angrily pushed your wet hair out of your eyes and glared at him.

"Pete!" You cried. You forcefully splashed water in his ridiculously handsome face while he kept laughing. He put his hands up to defend himself from your angry splashes.

"Did you know all naval aviators do intense water survival training?" He casually mentioned.

"That wasn't funny!" You told him about the stunt he just pulled.

He had really scared you. You could feel hot tears forming in your eyes. You had a half a mind to forget the whole thing, swim back to the shore, put on your clothes, and demand he take you home right then.

Seeing how serious you were, Maverick stopped laughing and his face fell soft.

"Hey," Maverick said, gently. "I'm sorry, Y/N. That was shitty of me, I know."

You wiped at your eyes hoping he'd think it was just water and not tears.

"It's fine," You said, willing yourself to calm down. "I guess I overreacted."

Here you were trying to learn how to loosen up and the littlest prank sent you into a hissy fit. Not a good impression, you scolded yourself.

Maverick positioned himself right in front of you and extended his arms.

"No, no.." He whispered. "I shouldn't have done that. C'mere and let me make it up to you."

Maverick took you in his arms and you immediately forgot about being upset. Underneath the water you felt your legs twine together as you welcomed his embrace. He peppered your face with kisses. All over your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your eyelids. You couldn't help but softly moan when he planted kisses up and down your neck. You threaded your fingers through his wet hair.

"I wouldn't hurt you, sweetheart. You know that, right?" Maverick cooed in between showering you with affection. "I'd never ever let anyone or anything hurt you."

Murmuring with pleasure, you let your hands trail from his hair down to the nape of his neck. You felt the chain of his of dog tags, the only thing he left on, and used it to pull him to your lips. The kisses were unlike any you'd ever experienced before. They were far from chaste but they weren't exactly lust driven either. They were intense and passionate just like Maverick was. Over and over he used his tongue expertly on yours, sending so many sparks throughout your body you thought maybe you both were going to be electrocuted.

When you parted, Maverick smiled.

"So it is true? All that stuff your friend said?"

"What friend?" You whispered, eyes fluttering open after being in a daze from his kisses.

You remembered Jen and all her teasing back from earlier and that Maverick had heard some of it. You almost had forgotten.

"You know, what was her name? Jess, was it?"

"Jen," You correct, smiling, thinking about how she was probably tangled up with Iceman at the moment but she'd never guess in a million years what you were doing with Maverick. She probably thought you had him drop you off at home, too shy to make a move. The day had been such a whirlwind. You started out sitting on a bench with your best friend watching hot Navy guys play volleyball and now here you were, skinny dipping, with the one you'd been dreaming about.

He continued to hold you in his arms as the two of you just floated in the water, neither one of you wanting to let go first.

"Some of it is true," You confessed. "But there's a lot of other things she doesn't know. That I haven't told anyone."

You press your forehead to his and whispered:

"Not everything I think about you is dirty."

"Is that right?" Maverick chuckles, intrigued. He gently stroked the side of your face.

"Would you be willing to tell me about those things?"

"Yes," You said, kissing him. "How far is it from here back to the city?"

You were making an unspoken suggestion and he knew it.

Maverick pondered it for a second.

"Hmmm...about twenty minutes," He figures. "But I betcha right now I could make it in ten!"

You both started laughing together.

It was going to take more than just one night to show him all of your "wild side" and he could spend the rest of his life driving you wild in all of the littlest ways.