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OMG!WhatAnAmazinglyUnstoppableAndSexyTagTeamOfAwesomeTheseTwoWouldMake. 4!
Rating: R.
Characters/Pairing: Gretchen&Lincoln
Disclaimer: So totally and utterly not even close to being mine.
- Not beta'd so any and all mistakes are my own
Note: Still not in any kind of order.
For now they operate from Guadalajara, no one thinks to check for them here so they’re safe for now, and living more than comfortably on their Scylla payoff. They can rest up - after the drama that Caracas turned out to be - and plan their next move.
The front door swings open and a mess of bodies and limbs tumble inside, this is such a common occurrence nowadays he doesn’t even bat an eyelid, just takes a long drink from the beer he’s been nursing for the past half an hour. Gretchen manages to extract herself from the man to give an introduction - the only purpose of which is to piss him off and to let him know that ‘yes, this is another man, and yes, I will be making as much noise as possible.’
“This is Pedro. Pedro meet Lincoln.”
Pedro - which he’s pretty sure is not his real name, either that or Gretchen meets an above average amount of men who enforce stereotypes - looks familiar. He looks familiar because Pedro looks a lot like Lincoln, right down to the shaved head and the open neck shirt. He’s come to learn Gretchen is anything but subtle.
She waves her free arm in his direction to accompany her introduction while the other is otherwise engaged down ‘Pedro’s’ pants.
The poor guy’s gone from horny to terrified in the space of about a second, he can’t blame him - if he’d gone home with a chick only to find some threatening looking guy in her lounge, he’d be pretty freaked too - he watches as he tries to push Gretchen away, but God knows she’s persistent.
Pedro grabs her wrist to still her and looks between them, “Husband?”
He’s tempted to say ‘yes’ just for kicks, but takes pity on the man - he’s got a rough night ahead of him after all.
“Not even close buddy,” He downs the rest of his beer and rises from the sofa before making his way to the couple, he claps the man on the shoulder, “have fun.”
“Gretchen,” He passes behind her as he moves towards his bedroom, ghosting a touch across her ass, just under her ridiculously short skirt - if she wants to get under his skin, he’s sure as hell gunna do the same, “be good.” He finishes with a hard squeeze, his finger tips biting into soft flesh and watches her shoulders tense.
He goes straight to bed, and later when he shudders and jerks one final time into his hand he’ll pretend it wasn’t because he could hear her moaning his name in the next room.
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