[OTA] Distractions

[tacticalmind]

Rob cocked the pistol and aimed it at the target far off in the distance. It had been pure luck that he arrived on the island almost simultaneous to the other dude who used to manage the shooting range being sucked back home. Rob more than knew his way around firearms and ammunition. He could kill two birds with one stone working here. Or three,

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[shoothetarget]

Fox had been watching him from a distance. She had come to the shooting range for practice, but when she'd seen Rob, she'd decided to hang back and see what he was capable of. He was good, she'd give him that. As the new target was put in place, Fox came up behind him, pulling her gun out from it's holster and throwing her arm out as her heart rate sped up, and the adrenaline kicked in.

The bullet curved around Rob, speeding through the air before hitting the silhouette squarely between the eyes. Ever since she'd given him the tattoo, she had been thinking about what might have happened if she'd given him more than just a handjob. She'd considered riding him on the table, but at the time she had just wanted to get his ass inked. To know there was something on his skin that she was responsible for.

"Miss me?" she asked as she stood behind him.

[tacticalmind]

"Oh, now you're just trying to impress me," Rob drawled, a smirk appearing on his lips as he turned to plant his blue eyes on her face. "How could I miss you when my ass hurts so much I can't even sit down?" The bullet was impressive, to say the least. Had he really met his match in Fox?

He rested his hip against the bench, the pistol still tucked in his palm. "To what do I owe this pleasure... again?"

[shoothetarget]

"I was here for some practice, but instead I found you," Fox replied as she moved closer, her gun still her in hand by her side. "We really do need to stop meeting like this. For the record, I'm not trying to impress you. I don't try and do anything."

Fox tilted her head as her eyes dropped down and she moved to look at his ass. "I hope you haven't been aggravating it."

[tacticalmind]

Rob tilted his head. "Oh, you're in my territory now," he told her, waving his hand in the direction of the range. "You need to stop clarifying and taking everything I say as literal, or we'll never make it to third base. Now you'll probably tell me you hate sports metaphors, too. I've already worked out you don't do anything unless you want to. I probably would have lost interest by now if you did."

He laughed. "How does one aggravate one's ass? I put pants on. Was that too much for you?" he asked in amusement. "I haven't been break-dancing at the Karaoke club or anything."

[shoothetarget]

"Your territory?" Fox raised her eyebrows in amusement. "I didn't realise. Does that mean you have to punish me now? Or are you planning on marking me so I'm part of your territory, too? Third base is a sports metaphor I've never minded."

"Scratch it? Rub it against things?" Fox suggested as she smiled a little. "I do think you should drop your pants, though. You look so much better without them."

[tacticalmind]

Rob pressed his lips together in an attempt not to laugh, but he couldn't stop it. "Do you want me to piss on your leg?" he asked and then held up his hand. "I'm sorry. No. No, none of that. The last thing I want to do is punish you. Quite the opposite, in fact. This place is... keeping me sane, so to speak."

He was laughing even more now, setting the pistol down. "What am I? Lassie?" He tugged at the buckle of his belt. "Was that a request?"

[shoothetarget]

Fox leaned in, ignoring his expression as she brought her mouth close to his air. "You could just bite me, claim me as yours." She pulled back again to look at him. "Keeping you sane from the island, or something else?"

She grinned as she holstered her gun, and folded her arms under her chest. "You're a guy. I know you men enjoy scratching at odd times." She looked at his belt and smirked. "Yes."

[tacticalmind]

Rob's hands came to rest on her hips and he pulled her against him. He leaned in like he was going to kiss her, but instead dipped his head to trail his tongue down the curve of her throat. "Something else," he murmured, his breath tickling against her ear. He wrapped his lips around the lobe, biting just enough to tease her before his lips were moving back down her throat. "You can take the boy out of the army, but you can't take the army out of the boy." He nipped at her pulse point, rocking his hips against hers.

"Odd times, and some odd places, but I don't make it a habit to walk around scratching my ass unless there is a vital itch there." His fingers started to unlatch the buckle. "I much prefer my itches being scratched in other ways, though."

[shoothetarget]

Fox's hands pushed up into his hair, her fingers gripping at his short locks. She tilted her head to expose her throat more, eyes flashing as she hooked a leg around one of his and to pull their bodies even closer. A low moan escaped her lips and she tugged on his hair sharply. "I thought you were a man, soldier."

She smiled, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "I thought one of your itches already had been scratched?"

[tacticalmind]

"Oh, I am," Rob whispered huskily against her ear. "It's because I'm a man that I can admit I'm not perfect. Far from it. Mind, I have found one hell of a distraction..." He bit down harder on her throat, marker her almost to the point to draw blood, but it was chaste before he lifted his head and caught her lips in a searing kiss, their bodies viced together as he pressed her against the wall of the cubicle.

He grunted softly and smirked against her lips. "It's a hell of a fucking it. Looks like it came back."

[shoothetarget]

"Fuck..." Fox let out a sound resembling a purr as he bit down, her back arching as a shudder rolled through her body. She kissed him back hungrily as her hands moved back down his arms, careful not to make a grab for his ass like she wanted to. She pulled his back back, breaking the kiss with a growl before she tugged his collar away from his neck, and pressed her lips to his skin.

[tacticalmind]

It had been a quiet day at the shooting range, and so far they were the only patrons. But it was public, and the thrill of being caught was there enough to tickle away at Rob's more kinky side. When her lips touched his throat, he groaned hoarsely and pushed his hand up under her shirt, splaying his fingers across the smooth skin of her waist and hip. He gripped her firmly, nails sinking almost possessively into her skin and he was unable to stop himself thrusting against her in frustration. It was almost getting too much to take.

[shoothetarget]

Fox scraped her teeth against his skin before sucking on it, then biting down hard. She wanted him to be marked, so that people understood just who he belonged to. They hadn't even had sex yet, but she knew Rob was hers. Her hips rocked up against his, and she pulled back to drag her tongue across her full lips, tasting his blood. She kissed him again, hands now tearing at his shirt to get it open. There was a brief flicker in her mind for them to stop, but she wasn't sure she could.

[tacticalmind]

Rob only distractedly noticed his shirt fall open and slip down his arms. He was well on his way to get the buttons on her undone and he dipped his head to nuzzle hungrily at her clevage, sucking on the skin to mark her even more. He couldn't wait any longer. If he did, he was going to explode and it wouldn't be pretty. He kissed up her throat to reach her lips again in another rough kiss

[shoothetarget]

For a moment Fox looked like she was about to stalk after the guy and tear him limb from limb. It wasn't only Rob that this was affecting. Her own body was threatening to rebel if she didn't get to jump the soldier soon. She exhaled roughly and moved back to button up her shirt and glare at a spot on the ground. "Not anymore."

She touched a hand to her hair, and licked at her lips as she tried to get her breath to even out. "Perhaps Fate is trying to give us a message?"

[tacticalmind]

Rob rested his head against the wall of the cubicle with a frustrated moan. "Fuck fate," he said and banged his fist against the wall in aggravation. "I can't sit and now I can't walk. The island can kiss my fucking ass. The good side, at least. Fucking hell, you have nice tits," he felt the need to add.