An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Collection: The Scalpel and the Skull
Fandom: Tom Clancy’s Rainbow Six (Video Games)
Rating: Teen and Up
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Taina “Caveira” Pereira, Gustave “Doc” Kateb Word
Count: 9.7k
The door slammed shut, shattering the reverie of thoughts consuming him. When the world blinked back into focus, he found Taina staring. Eyes narrowed. Lips scrunched into some undecipherable expression.
Her eyes slipped into even thinner slits before rolling at him—an ounce of disbelief and a dash of sarcasm. No words were spoken though. She merely hunched forward, unzipped the bag, and began rummaging. And even then—he kept his eyes on anything else except what may lay beyond the lid and within the shell. He heard crinkles. And the swishing of fabrics. All of which only confused him further. One long string of navy fabric—a dress, he assumed—unravelled in her hand. Not even uttering a single other word, she draped the dress over her lap and quickly yanked the black t-shirt up and over her head, revealing all: the carved muscles of her abdomen, her bare, bronzed skin, the black bra clinging to her chest, and all of it summoned a scarlet blush to his cheeks.
Gustave hacked an awful cough to clear his throat, and he stared out the driver’s side window instead. “This feels ridiculous.”
“I feel like I’m sixteen again and sneaking out in the middle of a school night with—”
“Bad girls?” she cut in, finishing the sentence for him.
When he looked over, Taina was already barefoot, having kicked off her canvas flats, and shucking off her pants. And, most noticeably, a devious grin had been plastered in place upon her pink-stained lips. Dainty wind-whisked brown hairs fringed around her face, softly skating against her cheek as she stared, awaiting a response. A rebuttal, a concurrence. Anything.
“With anyone,” he said, chuckling. “Even sneaking out with friends was a daring adventure back then.”
Taina slipped her head through the neckline and then tugged the rest of the dress down to settle perfectly against her curves. Shuffling, adjusting. One hand braced against the dashboard as she eased up. Audible, bare thighs separated from the leather seat. Tucking the bottom of the dress underneath her, she finally sat back down.
“But you’re having fun, right?”
Gustave shot her a quick wink. “Always.”
A brief nod, and she suddenly hunched back over. Hand once again fishing around, a cacophony of high pitched crackles fluttered through his ear, screeching in them. She withdrew something large and offered it out to him so fast it was merely a blur.
Inches from his face—a large and full bouquet of deep pink roses, stargazer lilies, and white carnations. Beautiful. The bright, lovely colours beamed in his eyes while the floral scent filled his nose. Petals, sprouting out and curling in underneath. Stamens protruded peppered with bright orange pollen, its green stigma shooting up and out from the center. Dainty greenery nearly pawed at his cheek as Taina held the bouquet out to him, but shock paralyzed him. It turned his muscles into cement, and he couldn’t move. So when he didn’t, Taina—unmoved—placed the flowers in his lap instead. Then, lunging forward, she crashed her lips upon his cheek in a rough but precious kiss.
It’s Doc’s birthday, and everybody has their own plans in mind. I really wish this was more edited, but it’s not because it’s one of the few one shots that actually has a deadline.
