A/N: I thought I was done- truly did- but after a TGM rewatch, I've decided I need more KJB (Kat, Jake & Bob). Also, I do not own the GIF used below, and I am aware it's Ben Richards and not Jake Seresin; I just need one for the sake of the story. Updates will be slow, but if you wanna know when I do, ask nicely. I won't bite... unless you ask. Anywho, like, comment, and most of all, enjoy!
Summary: The new year starts off with a bang.
Warnings: Honey, this is smut. 18+/Minors DNI!! Unprotected sex in an established, polyamorous relationship (M/M/F). Facesitting. Anal sex/anal fingering (M/F receiving), P in V sex. I "accidentally" made PleasureDom!Bob with a begging and cum kink. Sub!Jake, Sub!Kat. Mentions alcohol, hangovers, and sex toys.
Jake stole another glance at Bob and Kat. She was sitting comfortably on Bob's lap while Jake sat in the chair next to them. They were still keeping their relationship under wraps, although Jake was sure Coyote already had an inkling. He also planned to tell his sister, even though she had hidden her whole relationship with Rooster from him— for three years.
“Bagman!” Phoenix snapped her fingers in Jake's face. “You still here?”
He blinked, “What?”
“New Year's resolutions?”
“Y'all still do those?”
“Yeah,” Kat said, earning Jake's attention. “I want to expand my business, and Bob wants to learn how to surf.”
Jake knew that. They talked about it over the quiet Christmas dinner they had last week. Jake did share some things he would like to try, but that wasn't up for a group discussion.
“Anything new you wanna try, or a habit you wanna give up. Like being a dick.” Phoenix smirked
“Being a dick is my best quality.”
“I'm sure that's not true.” Bob knew that for a fact.
If you were to ask Bob or Kat what Jake's best quality is, they would say his heart. Jake's whole asshole persona was a defense to keep himself safe, but he was more at ease when it was just the three of them. He started enjoying quiet nights at home rather than staying out at The Hard Deck. He was ‘less dickish’ at work, according to the others, but he was still a cocky pilot.
“Hey Hangman, we're setting up for beer pong!” a red-headed pilot, callsign: Wizard, shouted from the hangar door. “Where's your sister?”
“Married.” Rooster’s eyes narrowed
“And pregnant.” Jake jerks his head in his sister’s direction.
“I can be your partner.” Kat volunteered
“Yeah, Kat's great at beer pong.”
This was new information. The most he'd seen her drink was two glasses of wine.
“Kat. Really?”
She pushed her glasses up on her nose. “I'm a woman with many skills.”
That was putting it lightly; she was the beer pong champ at her sorority. It put a little extra cash in her pocket, that and her pool table hustle. But she couldn't reveal all her secrets.
“Alright, let's go.”
Kat skipped happily after Jake, Bob in tow. Wizard, the red-headed challenger, looked from Jake to Bob.
“You brought Floyd, the Boy Wonder?”
“I'm his partner.” Kat stepped toward the table.
Wizard's greedy little eye roamed over her body. Jake resisted the urge to pull Kat into his side protectively. She was Bob's girlfriend in public; he had no right to be jealous or possessive.
Bob spoke for both of them. “Don't let him intimidate you, Sweetheart.”
“I can handle him, Bobby.”
“Yeah, Bobby, she's a big girl. I'm sure she can handle me.” Wizard nudged his wingman.
Jake bounced the little plastic ball on the table, sending it flying into the cup right in front of them.
“Shut up and drink.”
Jake glared at Wizard for most of the game. He was always a self-centered jerk, but this time, his comments and shameless flirting really made Jake want to punch him in the nose.
Kat let them slide. She had two amazing men to call hers, and nothing Wizard said would make her stoop to his level—not while she and Jake were winning.
“Last one,” Jake held up the ping pong ball. Kat smiled sweetly across the table at the lone cup, compared to the remaining five on her and Jake's end. “You wanna do the honors?”
Kat’s eyes sparkled, “Yeah!”
She took her aim, then tossed the ball across the table. The alcohol splashes out of the cup when the ball drops in.
“We won!” Kat cheered
Jake scooped her into a tight hug while everyone cheered, and Wizard chugged the whole cup. Kat slipped out from Jake’s arms into Bob’s.
Everyone began to gather around the large projector Mav had set up for the ball drop. Jake lingered back, keeping his eyes on Bob and Kat. This was the part of the relationship that was hard for him: having to pretend he wasn’t a part of it.
Jake struggled with finding the rhythm in their unconventional relationship in the beginning. There were a few times when both Kat and Bob had to remind him that he was more than just an extra body in the bedroom. And that while they weren’t ‘traditional’ in societal terms, it was still a relationship that needed respect, honesty and understanding in order to make it work.
The scales were constantly teetering back and forth, in a good way. Jake likes going on morning runs, Kat showed him a nearby nature trail she used for hers. Them going together eased Bob’s nerves over Kat being out there alone in the early mornings. If there was a horror movie about to come out, Jake and Bob went because Kat didn’t care for scary movies. They were both denied kisses for the ‘scaredy Kat’ puns. It was the healthiest, most secure, relationship Jake had had in a while.
It didn’t stop the feeling of isolation from bubbling inside of him when he watched them share a kiss at midnight.
“Happy New Year!” Some girl blew a party horn in Jake’s ear
He mustered up a friendly smile, “Happy New Year.”
“You here alone?”
“Wouldn’t be much of a party if I was the only one here.”
She laughed loudly, moving in closer and placing her hand on his arm. She introduced herself, flirted, and any other time, Jake would’ve gone home with her. But she wasn’t Kat or Bob, and Jake wasn’t interested. He politely excused himself before slipping out and heading to his truck.
“Jake?” Bob called out. Jake turned in time to catch Bob and Kat following him out the hangar. “Where you sneaking off to?”
“I was just gonna head home.” He says as casually as he could. Kat saw right through it.
“What’s wrong?” she asked
“Nothing, I swear. I’m just tired.”
Kat frowned. She hated leaving him out whenever they were in public like this. She knew what it was like to feel like ‘the spare’ in a polyamorous relationship. It was really bad when it came to date nights.
It was easy if it was just two of them at a time. The three of them together, however, prompted stares. And since Jake was strictly “don't ask, don't tell” when it came to the subject of his sexuality, they had to take extra precautions when it came to hanging around town and around their friends. Even if it meant exchanging small looks at The Hard Deck or sneaking in kisses while everyone watched the fireworks.
Blue and green lights highlighted the concern on Bob’s and Kat’s faces.
“You two should get back, before someone notices. We’re still on for tomorrow, right?”
Bob spoke before Kat could protest, “Yeah, of course. Let us know when you get home.”
Jake gave both of them quick pecks on the cheek before he headed home alone.
Jake had just gotten out of the shower when his front door opened. His surprise lasted for half a second before he heard Bob and Kat ‘quietly’ slipping in. The former carried two overnight bags.
“Y’know, I’m gonna take my key back if you keep breaking and entering.” he jokes, “What are you two doing here?”
“We didn’t want you to be alone.”
“And I didn’t get my New Year's kiss.” Kat pouts.
“Come and get it then.”
Kat had a running start when she launched herself into Jake’s waiting arms. She kissed him hard and wrapped her legs around him. The towel on his hips loosened then dropped to the floor.
“Someone’s happy to see us.” Bob smirks, already undoing his jeans.
There’s a trail of clothes and water droplets leading into Jake’s bedroom. He kissed up Kat’s neck while Bob’s fingers skimmed down his back. Bob leaned in, pressing his growing erection to the curve of Jake’s ass.
“You still have that lube?”
Jake nods, “Nightstand, bottom drawer, blue box.”
Bob chuckled to himself when he found the exact box Jake was talking about. Next to the half used bottle of lube was a small collection of sex toys, including a vibrating cock ring, a ball gag, and the butt plug they used when Jake first mentioned wanting to try anal. It was now one of his favorite toys to use on himself.
They felt honored that Jake trusted them to share some of his firsts and fantasies with them, without judgement. It was give and take, the more they shared of them the more Jake opened up. They both gave Jake the space to get comfortable in the relationship and in turn more comfortable with himself.
“Fuck…” Kat’s breathy moans brought Bob back to the present. She was currently sitting on Jake’s face, his hands keeping her trembling legs spread open and in place. Each moan that fell from her lips made Jake’s dick jump against his lower abdomen.
Bob watched a bead of pre-cum leak out from Jake’s tip, and felt his own dick twitch in response.
He positioned himself between Jake’s legs, squeezing a generous amount of lube on his fingers.
“Take a break, Kitten.”
Kat gave a lazy nod, and lifted her hips from Jake’s slick covered face. His tongue licked the corners of his mouth with a devilish smile.
“C’mere.” Bob beckoned Jake to move down the bed, while he stroked himself. Slicking his dick with lube before he fucked his boyfriend dumb.
Jake should hate how easily he submitted to Bob’s orders, but he loved how dominant he was in the bedroom. It was like watching Clark Kent become Superman. The quiet, mild-mannered, boy next door, said and did the dirtiest things and enjoyed the way his words made his partners unravel around him. There were times when Jake or Kat would be in charge, it mainly depended on the person’s mood. But most times it was Bob giving the commands and he was fucking good at it.
“Don’t be shy, Hangman. Show me how bad you want it.”
Jake lifted his hips, spreading himself open. Bob never rushed this part, Jake could never tell if it was to torture or relax him. He just knew it drove him crazy, feeling Bob sink in inch by inch.
“That’s it, atta boy.” Bob smiles hearing Jake whimper and beg for him to move faster, but he continues the steady pace.
Jake hissed when he felt Bob’s hand on his dick, stroking in time with his own hips. Jake decides then, this is purely for Bob’s pleasure and his torment.
“You ready for more, sweetheart?” Bob asks Kat.
“Yes, sir.” She nods eagerly. Bob pulls her on top, straddling Jake’s hips so she was facing him. He held her still, just close enough that Jake could feel the warmth of her pussy on his leaking tip. “What’s the safe word?”
“Bail out.” Jake and Kat respond quickly.
Kat’s body trembled with delight as Bob guided her hips back onto Jake. Bob left wet kisses on her neck and collarbone, Jake’s hands cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples until he decided he wanted to taste them instead and pulled her forward. The new position made her back arch and her clit rub against Jake’s pelvis every time Bob pushed himself back into Jake, and it gave Bob a better view of the three of them. The way Jake tightened around him when Kat started to swirl her hips made Bob feral. He held onto Jake’s thighs, moving his hips faster, their cries of pleasure getting louder.
“Oh fuck!” Jake rasped out, begging both of them not to slow down. He could hardly recognize his own voice. Probably since Kat had a hand on his throat, squeezing more sounds from him than he thought was possible.
The bed groaned underneath them and the headboard smacked against the wall. Jake was gonna get another noise complaint from his neighbor, but he couldn’t find a fuck to give in the moment.
Through his hazy eyes he watched them. Kat’s head thrown back, Jake’s name a not so silent prayer on her kiss swollen lips. Her brow scrunched and her breath came out in sharp gasps. She was getting close. Over her shoulder, Bob’s focus was lower, watching his partners approach their climaxes was bringing him closer to his. He caught Jake staring, not the first time, and winked. He reached for the lube again, putting more on his fingers.
Kat’s eyes shot open when she felt Bob’s fingers playing with her ass, she clenched around Jake, spurring his hips to move faster and his breathing quickened. A fire building in the base of his spine, and his lower muscles tighten.
“Shit I'm gonna come.”
“Do it. Make a fucking mess.” Bob commands through gritted teeth.
Jake was never one to disobey direct orders. He held onto Kat’s hips, pumping her full while her orgasm washed over her and Bob chased his own sweet release. He pulled out just in time to watch his cum splash across where Kat and Jake’s bodies were still joined.
“You both look so pretty with my cum on you.” Bob hummed.
“Fuck Bobby,” Kat panted. Her body was spent, but her smile was bright. “You okay, Jakey?”
Jake's whole body shuddered with pleasure. He kissed her palm, trailing soft, lazy kisses to her wrist, her shoulder, until he reached her neck.
“S'good..” His breath tickled her skin when he chuckled, “I need another shower.”
“That can be arranged.”
A crowded shower and new bed sheets later, the three of them cuddled close together. Jake’s full sized bed was much smaller compared to the king size Bob and Kat had. But he didn’t complain when Kat was halfway on top of him and Bob’s legs were tangled around his.
“Do you really not have a resolution?” Kat asked behind a yawn, “Nothing you wanna change?”
Jake shook his head, “I have what I want, more actually.”
Kat was the first to wake up the following morning.
“Who the hell mows their lawn this early?” She buried her face deeper into the pillow. “What time is it?”
Jake squints at his phone screen, half acknowledging the sea of ‘Happy New Years’ texts to read the time. She groaned and pulled the blanket over her head.
Jake smirks, “You're usually not this cranky in the morning.”
“She is when she has a hangover.” Bob comments from his side of the bed. He cracks an eye open to look at Jake, “Wanna order something?”
“No choice, I think there’s only two eggs and some protein powder in the fridge.”
Kat makes a comment about Jake’s dietary habits then asks for crispy hash browns, before drifting back to sleep. Jake and Bob move out into the living and promise to wake her when the food shows up.
“I thought you were joking about not having food in here.” Bob calls from the kitchen, in search of coffee. “When’s the last time you went grocery shopping?”
“Why bother? I’m always at your place and you wouldn’t let me starve.”
Bob returned with two mugs and sat next to Jake on the small couch.
“I forget that you live in single, Navy funded, housing.”
“Yeah, I gotta remember to renew with the office when we get back to work.”
Bob shrugs, “Or we could move in together.”
“You’re serious?”
“Yeah, I mean, you said it yourself, you're always spending the night. And since Top Gun is gonna be stationed here, maybe we could look for a place big enough for the three of us.”
Jake could feel his palms starting to sweat and sat his coffee down thinking it would help. It didn't.
“I uh-”
He was thankful when Kat emerged from the bedroom, wearing an orange sweatshirt. Jake immediately recognizes the Longhorn logo on the front.
“I’ve been looking for that sweatshirt. Where’d you find it?”
“You left it at our place. I planned on giving it back after I washed it, but it’s so comfy.”
Bob snorts, “We’re giving her an endless supply of clothes to steal.”
“Maybe we should start stealing them back.”
Kat wrapped her arms around herself, “You'll have to rip them away from me.”
“Rip it off is more fitting.” Jake grabbed Kat by her hips and pulled her down on top of him and Bob. He sucked in a breath when felt her bare skin underneath the sweatshirt, “You two feeling up for a quickie before the food gets here?”
On cue, there was a knock at the door. Bob went to answer it, stopping to slip on his discarded jeans so he wouldn’t just be wearing boxers when he opened the door. He wasn’t unaware of how quick Jake was to change the subject, but he would let it go for now.
“Down boy. Food first, fuck later.” Kat giggled
“Or we can do both, we’re very good at multitasking.” Bob suggested just before opening the door. He felt his smile drop from his face. “Shit.”
“Floyd?” Coyote blinked before noticing Jake sitting on the couch and Kat sitting on Jake. “I fucking knew it!”
The wedding saying goes: Something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue. You managed to collect all four on your bachelorette trip from hell.
An old rival resurfaced after the years of ducking and dodging. You, Kai, Jade and Bosley had to stick a pin in your bar crawl and hop on a jet to Japan. An arms deal went left, and you got captured. You technically borrowed a gun from one of the henchmen assigned to watch you. And choked them out until they were all blue in the face, but not without acquiring some battle scars yourself.
New bruises covered your rib cage, but a split lip and black eye would be harder to cover up even with makeup. Not to mention your dislocated knee would make your first dance a little more challenging, but not impossible.
And had two hours to spare when you landed back in America to get ready for your wedding. Jade and Kai did their best to hide what they could, ice and painkillers numbed the surface level aches, but you knew Theo would be able to see through it.
It was time. You had to tell him.
While Jade got the groomsmen out the room, Kai and Bosley helped you sneak in from the balcony. The venue: a small bed and breakfast that you and Theo visited on your first vacation together. The backyard was blooming with gardenias, your favorite. Blue satin ribbons tied to each chair on either side of the aisle, currently being sprinkled with more flower petals. On the other side of the yard, a white tent was being set up for the reception later this evening.
If you managed to make it that far.
You watched Theo, humming and smiling to himself as he adjusted his bowtie. He looked good in a tux. Sharp and confident. You, on the other hand, were dressed in sweats and one of his t-shirts doing your best to not chicken out yet again.
“Theo?”
He froze once he realized you were in the room, hiding behind the curtain, and quickly averted his eyes.
“What are you doing in here? I'm not supposed to see you before the wedding.”
“I need to tell you something. And I'm not…” You swallowed, “I mean I don't know how you're gonna react.”
His head snapped up, “Is something wrong?”
“No, well yeah. It's a long story.”
“What is it?”
Rip off the band aid.
You managed to say a lot in one breath. By the next one you'd hit a flow state, telling him how you knew about the IMF, and pretended to be in the dark about his job. You tell him about your real job, and how you were recruited to join the Townsend Agency. Every close encounter the two of you had while both in the field and at home, ending off with the events that occurred over the last few days. Theo’s face was unreadable, but he nodded along to let you know he was listening to every word.
There was a long silence between you once you were done.
“Theo? You still breathing?”
“I was gonna ask you the same thing.” He half chuckles, “I don’t know what to say.”
“I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time, and I just choked each time. We’re both in a line of work where more knowledge puts the other at risk, and I just wanted to keep you a little safer.”
“What about you? How am I supposed to keep you safe if I didn’t even know you were in a different country for the last three days?”
“I’m sorry, Theo.” You sniffled. He started to pull back the curtain, but you stopped him. There's a sharp breath when he sees your battered knuckles, highlighted by the pretty emerald engagement ring.
“How bad is it?”
You took a tentative step out from behind the curtain. Theo gave you a slow once over, starting at your hands and ending on your face. He reached up to cradle your cheek, gingerly brushing his thumb under your eye.
“It’s not as bad as it looks. You should see the other guys.”
“Who?” Theo demanded, jaw clenched. “I want names. I’ll take out everyone who put their hands on you.”
“They didn’t wear name tags, T. And trust me, I’ve walked away from worse.”
“So you expect me to just let this go? You could’ve died out there, or still be there, being put through who knows what. If it was me…” Theo felt his words get trapped behind the double standard of the situation.
There were more times than he could count that came home tired, beaten and bruised. Before he met you, he would grit his teeth and get through whatever was needed to make it to tomorrow. Now, you would fuss over him and bandage him up. No questions asked, a few empty threats to whoever caused the damage, and as much ice and pain meds he needed. He wondered just how empty those threats were now that he knew that you knew several ways to kill someone without a gun.
Through all of it, the long last minute trips away, the dangerous missions where even he was unsure about making it home, you never told him it was too much to handle. You always were a safe place to land for him.
He wanted to do the same for you.
“C’mere.” Theo gently wrapped an arm around you to lead you over to the bed. Once he saw you trying to hide your limp, he scooped you up- bridal style- and tucked you in under the blankets. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”
When Theo returned he was carrying a tray with some food and water in one hand and the travel first aid kit Bosley kept nearby, in the other.
“Kai and Jade are wrangling the guests.” He explains while he placed a pillow under your injured knee. “I’m gonna change, you eat. Once the coast is clear, we can leave without anyone seeing us.”
Jade helped the two of you sneak out through the kitchen and into the car. You watched the bed and breakfast shrink in the sideview mirror as Theo sped down the road.
“You should get some rest, it’s a long drive back home.” he tells you after a few minutes of silence
Your brows pinch, “Home?”
“Yeah, that building with four walls and a roof. Where all the junk mail gets sent.”
“No, I mean- That’ll be the first place a group of disgruntled wedding guests will look for us. Won’t it?”
“Kai and Jade told everyone we eloped. Hopped right on the plane for our honeymoon.”
“So,” You fiddled with your ring, “Does that mean you still wanna get married? To me, in case that wasn’t clear.”
Theo shoots you an amused look, “I think we should wait until you’re fully healed, maybe discuss a few things, but yeah I still wanna get married. To you.”
“You sure? It’s not exactly the ideal, traditional lifestyle, being married to someone who works for a privately owned, routinely dangerous, detective agency.”
Theo chuckles, “What about someone who works for a secret, government funded espionage program? It’d be hypocritical to judge you when I got skeletons of my own.” He reached over to interlock your fingers together. “It won't be easy, but we’re gonna make it work.”
You ignored the aches in your muscles and leaned over the console to kiss his cheek repeatedly.
“You are an amazing man, Theo Degas. And I love you.” you said between kisses
“I love and adore you, mon cher.” Theo smiles, “Please, put your seatbelt back on, and get some sleep.”
When your boyfriend mentioned moving in together, you were expecting a larger apartment. A townhouse, maybe downtown, close enough to local food spots for date night, and not too far away from work. Not a two-story, five-bedroom house on the other side of town, with a two-car garage and an HOA.
It’s a beautiful house, you couldn’t deny that. You were thinking of the kind of furniture you’d decorate with while he showed you around. Hosting a housewarming barbeque in the backyard. You silently imagined a spa day in the deep alcove bathtub that was big enough for two. A lazy day on the couch together, living here and growing old together. You shooed your head clear of the fantasies.
Even if you and Theo had been dating for almost two years, there were still some secrets between you that would need to be resolved before making this huge of a step together. Just last month you nearly spilled to him about your mission in Australia, when you had to explain a bruise on your hip, awkward tan lines, and a sudden craving for vegemite.
“So, what d’you think about the place?” Theo asked, gesturing to the empty living room.
“It’s great.” You half smile
“Then why do you look like you just ate a sour grape.” He pulled you into his arms, kissing between your brows and easing the worried crease away. “What’s up?”
“It’s a lotta house. I’m wondering what you plan to do with this extra space.”
“Like you weren't already thinking of ideas when we walked in here.”
He knew you too well.
“I might have a few.”
Theo hummed in agreement before pressing a kiss to your temple, “Tell me about ‘em.”
“Well, we could turn the garage into a gym, add a little breakfast table by the windows, so we can see out to the backyard. Ooh, and maybe a grill for you once you learn how to cook.”
“I know how to cook.”
“Ramen noodles and grilled cheese don’t count, Theodore.”
“Then I can learn, in that huge ass kitchen.”
”What about the bedrooms? What are we gonna do with four extra rooms?”
“I have a couple of ideas, but we should probably buy the house first.” Theo shifted so your back was pressed against his chest, his lips brushing against your ear. You playfully elbow him in the ribs telling him to be serious, “And maybe we could turn one into a work room for you. Save you from late nights at the office.”
“Yeah…” You chewed on your bottom lip.
A late night at the office could range anywhere between logging in paperwork after a mission to being in a completely different time zone.
“You think it’s too much.”
You turned to face him, “No, I love the house, I do.”
He raises a brow, “But?”
“No buts. Although, this feels like the type of house a couple grows old in.”
“That’s the plan isn’t it? You, me, growing old, and spending the rest of our lives together.”
“For someone whose job sometimes involves life threatening variables, growing old together isn’t always a possibility.”
Pot meet kettle.
Your heart ached at the thought of Theo in this house, alone, waiting for you to walk through the front door. There’s always a possibility of something going wrong, of you or any of the angels, dying while on assignment. Your daydreams of living together started replaying in your head, only this time they weren’t as bright. Like they were disappearing before you could have the chance to experience them.
“I know my job isn’t the safest, and you have every right to feel anxious.” Theo lifted your chin so your eyes were on his, “But I want you to know, whether I’m here for the next sixty days or sixty years, as long as I get to spend it with you, we could be living in a studio apartment where the kitchen and the bathroom are in the same room.”
“Big talk for someone who hasn’t asked the million dollar question yet.” You teased, waving your bare left hand in front of his face.
“It’s not easy when you can sniff out a surprise like it’s a fresh batch of cookies.”
“Again, I thought there were cookies in that jar, not a ring box. I promise whenever you do ask, I will pretend to be totally surprised.” You tell him with a quick peck on his lips. “And I think we should get the house.”
His eyes brighten, “You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Because we are not shitting where we eat.”
“If you think about it, you'd save time in the morning. Throw the dishes in the tub-”
“I will pawn the ring if you finish that sentence.”
A/N: I've been temporarily bitten by the writing bug, and I'm not letting the momentum go to waste. AND 100% self-indulgent. Unfortunately, there's no Theo in this drabble, but he is mentioned.
You chewed on your thumbnail while contemplating one of the toughest decisions you’ve ever had to make. Your two companions flanking your sides weren’t helping.
“It’s not that hard.”
“It kinda is.”
“We’ve diffused bombs while hanging upside down in a spiraling helicopter before. A cake flavor shouldn't be this difficult.”
You rolled your eyes, “Fine then. You choose.”
Jade, your maid of honor, smirks. “It’s not my wedding cake. And shouldn’t your husband-to-be be the one making this choice with you?”
“He’s away on assignment this week. Hopefully not blowing up our honeymoon destination.”
“He’s not. He and the team are in Bulgaria, retrieving a microchip with a nasty digital virus. Your villa in Spain is far from any blast radius.”
You shoot your other maid of honor, Kai, an incredulous glare. Was it a surprise that she knew the whereabouts of your fiancée’s current assignment and your honeymoon? Not at all, she finds digital back doors like Beyonce finds her camera. However, it would mean that she was tracking Theo, or at least someone on his team. Allegedly. And that type of tampering is what landed her on several terrorist watchlists.
“Relax, I used my scramblers. They’ll never be able to trace it.”
“I wouldn’t underestimate Benji, he’s got years of experience under his belt. He’s a legend.”
She pressed a manicured hand to her chest, “And what does that make me?”
“According to National Security? A threat.” Jade stabs her fork into another sample. “And speaking of threats to security…”
You ‘accidently’ nudge her arms with your elbow, smearing frosting across her cheek and nose.
“Oopsie.”
Jade swiped the napkin from your hand, “You still haven’t told him have you?”
“I’ve been trained not to tell anyone anything. We all have.”
“Yeah, but we aren’t getting married to an intelligence operative, employed by the CIA. What if he finds out before you can tell him?”
Your shoulders tense at the question that had been playing like a broken record since the moment you met Theo.
Washington, three years ago, you were in the crossing the T’s and dotting the I’s on another successful mission involving a kidnapped princess, an allegedly dead ambassador, and the aforementioned bomb. Running into Theo, on his own top secret assignment, was a bonus. Sure it was a challenge keeping him in the dark about your real job, telling him you owned your own interior design business. Something that would explain having to travel suddenly and your Homegoods habit. When in actuality your jobs were more similar than you cared to admit.
Yours was just a bit more- classified.
“He won’t find out, because I’m going to tell him.”
Cue the double gasp.
“When? Before the wedding or after the honeymoon?”
“I don’t know.”
“What do you think he’ll say?”
“I don’t know.”
“How are you gonna tell him?”
“I don’t know.” You chewed your lip. “What would y’all do?”
Jade scoffs, “I’d tell him on the honeymoon, harder to be upset after an orgasm.”
“Ignore her. Treat it like a bandaid: deep breath and then snatch. The longer you try to keep it there, the yuckier it gets.”
You carefully nod at Kai’s words, but liked Jade’s idea better.
Theo was as honest as he could be when it came to his job. He admitted to working for the government, but he never went into details about his “business trips” or his coworkers. After cross examining current events with his trips, coincidental last minute call ins from your job, and allegedly putting a tracker on his person that one time. You eventually learned about the IMF, Ethan Hunt and all the trouble they got into. Again allegedly.
You didn’t blame him for keeping you “in the know”, there was a lot of risk for knowing too much about his line of work. Same with yours. Plus it added a Mr. & Mrs. Smith aspect that added a level of spice to your relationship that kept things interesting, but you didn’t want to go into your marriage with secrets.
Fiddling with your engagement ring, you finally made a choice.
“I think we’ll go with the red velvet.”
“Good, because we just got called into the office.” Kai flashes her phone screen with the notification calling the three of us in.
You quickly put in your cake order, and let Theo know your final choice before the three of you hurry out to the car and speed over to your office.
The three of you stepped through the double doors, eyes landing on the slender, yet muscular man leaning against his desk. He straightened when he saw you, a smile spreading on his face.
“Glad you could make it. No cake samples for me?”
“You vetoed my invitation to join. Now you just have to wait for the wedding like everyone else.” You said with a smile, joining Kai and Jade on the sofa. “Where’s the man of the hour?”
He pressed a button on the speaker box next to him on the desk, and a voice greets you.
A/N: Woke up in the mood to write again! Just a quick 300-word drabble/recurring scenario I've been having since watching MI 7 & 8. (I do not own the GIF below)
You lost count of how many times you scrubbed the plate in your hand. Each time you heard your phone ping, you put it back in the sink, checking for an update from your fiancé, Theo Degas. He’d been away on assignment for about a week, touching base with you whenever he could, but the last you heard from him was three days ago. Chasing down a rogue agent, Ethan Hunt, the man had a rap sheet long enough to replant a forest. While you trusted Theo’s ability to handle himself, seeing him come home bruised and occasionally broken made the hairs on your arms stand on end.
Once the dishes were relieved of your anxious washing, you gave your attention to the book sitting on your nightstand and got comfy in bed. Dozing in and out of sleep, your grip on the book started to slip when someone’s shadow hovered over you. Using the first self-defense technique that popped into your head, you screamed for help and swung the thick paperback at your unknown attacker’s face. Might not have knocked them unconscious, but you hoped for a bruise.
“Get away from me or I'll shoot!” You warned them, your hand going for the gun hidden behind your night stand. Theo taught you how to use it; he wanted to make sure you could defend yourself when he wasn't around.
“Wait, wait, it's me!” Theo's panicked voice was a relief to hear, even in the middle of the night.
“Theo?” You turned on your bedside lamp. Sure enough your fiancé was there in the flesh, with some recently healed scratches, and a fresh mark on his cheek, holding his hands up in surrender. “Theo! What were you thinking sneaking up on me like that?”
“I didn’t sneak; you were half asleep.” He rubbed his cheek, “I'm glad you didn't get the hardcover, that would've hurt a lot more.”
“I’m sorry, babe, do you want some ice?”
“I think a ‘welcome home’ kiss would patch me up just fine.” He went to lean in again, but pulled back. You were confused until he reached for your fallen bookmark and wedged it in place before removing the book from your hands. “Better safe than sorry.”
