#idk what possessed me to finally post this but imy hawks you smelly awful man

[stuffeddeer2]

Your legs wrapped around his waist. How scary! Being so high up in the sky wasn't on your to-do list this morning, and the quick speeds he was flying at only served to make it worse. Eyes shut tightly, arms wrapped around his neck, the best you could do was pray he didn't drop you.

"Settle down, pretty. We've landed." With flushed cheeks, Hawks gently patted your head.

Still holding onto him as tightly as you could, you shook your head, which was buried into his chest.

Hawks smiled at the action, finding your fear to be a little cute. So, no more heights — got it. "We're on solid ground, promise."

One of his hands begins carding through your hair, trying to help you relax. Honestly, he'd be happy to remain in this position with you, but you both had a job to do.

You were shaking like a leaf, trying to steady your breathing. The feeling of his gloved fingers in your hair did help relax you, finally pulling your head from his chest and opening your eyes.

Ah, it's quite pretty out.

A gorgeous sunset sat on the horizon, immediately relaxing you. Limbs no longer shaking, you quickly unwrapped yourself from Hawks' torso and stepped onto stable ground. Or stable roof, rather. Heights isn't your fear, but apparently flying is.

"It's pretty," you murmur, fixated on the warm reds filtering through the air.

Teasing lilt to his tone, Hawks replies, "Not nearly as pretty as you."

You spin to look at him with a smirk, and Hawks could feel his heart soar. He's used to flying through the skies, but the sight of you with your smile, surrounded by such a perfect view nearly took his breath away.

"Remind me to never agree to fly with you again."

Trance broken, Hawks chuckled at your words. "I might have to goad you into it. How else can I have such a pretty birdie cling to me so tightly?" His hands were shoved into his jacket pockets, signature charismatic grin causing you to roll your eyes.

"You could always ask, y'know," you wink back. Hawks would love to ask, he'd love to take you out properly. The idea of you holding him by your own volition almost makes him swoon.

"We should— "

"Are you in position?" sounds from both of your earpieces.

"Yes," you reply quickly and professionally.

Hawks frowns, eyes downcast as the flirtatious mood you two cultivated changes to something more serious and professional. Right, the mission.

He uses his feathers to silently pick the lock of the door that leads to the roof you two currently occupy. Saying nothing in his earpiece, he slowly moves the heavy metal door to try and make the least amount of noise possible. You can do all the talking; suddenly, he doesn't feel like it.