KISS FOUR: DESPERATE KISS - JULES CALLAGHAN - FLASHPOINT
Shout out to one of my female role modes who I loved growing up. And now as an adult, I have realized I would also like to be her wife. Happy Pride my dudes!
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Calling the morning rough, was an understatement. It was more than rough, you had been caught in a hostage situation, gun to your head and the whole shebang. The SRU responded quickly and given the circumstance was over fairly quickly, except for a few minor hiccups. One being watching your girlfriend of nearly a year get a bullet in her vest. The subject was neutralized and the team got to work unbinding you and the others. Worty helped you up as he cut the tape around your wrists.
“Can I see her,” you asked.
“She should be with the EMT’s getting checked out. Go see her, I bet she’s fighting with the docs to come see you.” He laughed but you didn’t, almost running out of there to nearly run into Jules.
“Y/n,” he gasped, grabbing your arms on instinct.
“Jules,” You looked her over, taking inventory, and she did the same.
“You know, I thought for a minute there,” she said with only a slight hint of her voice catching. “I thought I’d lose you.”
“Me too,” You whispered, “but we didn’t.”
She pulled you by the hand to the back side of the command truck where there was no press, no onlookers, where it could just be you and her. You pulled each other into a deep, passionate, open kisses. It was all hands tangling in hair, and hands traveling, searching, grabbing what they could. Desperate to make sure that the person before you was real. That she was there.
As you pulled apart, being forced to gasp for air you looked at one another searching each other’s faces.
“You were so brave,” She whispered, a few tears slipping out.
“So were you,” you smiled, tears falling from your eyes too.
She started to smile, “It’s my job. You are not a professional hostage.”
“Maybe I should start. Might pay well,” She slapped your arm, probably a bit harder than she intended.
“Don’t you dare,” she warned, a smile in her eyes.
“OW! Hey! Police brutality,” you cried mockingly. “Alright, Alright, I won’t!”
“Good. Now I gotta go. Come over later we’ll have dinner.” She leaned up and kissed you again. Gently, and quick. “Around seven. We’ll get take out from that place you like.”
You reached out and grabbed her hand before she left you, “Hey,” you called, gathering up the courage you hadn’t had the courage to say yet. “I love you.”
She froze and searched your face for any hint of a lie, you assumed. She looked down at your hands then back up at you. “I love you too.”