How about Whiskey seeing you dressed up in an evening gown for the first time but he hasn't admitted his feelings for you yet and you literally leave him speechless/breathless and he just asks if he can kiss you?
Really low cut midnight blue gown because it brings out the green in your eyes now I'm getting carried away
OH MY, I love whiskey, thank you for giving me a reason to write a fic for him anon 🥺💖 I’ll be as gender-neutral as possible with this btw!! I don't like the ending but at least I finished it HHH
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Jack was sitting in the living area of the hotel suite Statesman booked, decked out in a dark grey suit and tie with his stetson resting on his slicked-back hair. He was nursing a glass of whiskey on the couch as he waited for you to finish dressing up for the formal gathering the both of you were supposed to attend.
The two of you were sent out to gather information on a high-class woman who made her living off of stolen artworks. She was reported to be attending the party, so Champ had you and Jack team up and go undercover as a married couple who were interested in buying her recent steal.
Jack loved partnering with you; You were funny, always making him laugh with your dry and witty humour; You were diligent in your work, rivalling him in fieldwork with your astute thinking and fighting; You were blunt, so honest about your thoughts and opinions, but also so understanding and considerate. He loved a lot of things about you, learned everything you told him about yourself and appreciated everything you did for him.
Lord above, did Jack love you.
Although he hadn’t confessed how he felt for you, he wondered if you already knew. It wasn’t a secret to the agency that their top playboy agent had stopped his obnoxious flirting since you joined, and it certainly wasn’t a secret to Champ, who paired you up at every given opportunity to encourage Jack to confess. But, alas, he was too anxious to tell you so he kept mum.
“Whiskey?” He heard you call out from behind him, perking up at the sound of your voice. He stood up from the couch and patted himself down. He knew he looked good, but there was that underlying insecurity that made him want to look his best for you. Turning around, the signature smirk that he wore at all times fell open as he took in the sight of you.
You were completely, utterly, and perfectly gorgeous. The dress you were wearing hugged your figure deliciously, the midnight blue colour complimented your eyes and skin. The cut of your neckline was deep and ended in the middle of your sternum, exposing the smooth expanse of your chest. Tiny rhinestones were scattered on the lacy mesh fabric of the top of the dress, running down the long sleeves on your arms. A thin silver chain hung from your neck ran down the middle of your torso, black heeled boots peaking from the bottom of your skirt, and your hair framing your face beautifully.
When you twirled around, Jack felt his heart stop. “Do I look nice?” You asked, looking down on yourself as if you weren’t made by God Himself. He approached you slowly, letting his eyes roam all over you and reaching out to hold your waist in his hands
“You look absolutely stunning, sugar.” Jack couldn’t take his eyes off of you, and maybe that wasn’t a bad thing at all. He pulled you closer to him, making your cheeks blush and avoid his intense gaze. Tilting his head to make you look at him, he said with a soft voice, “May I kiss you?”
You made a small noise at the back of your throat before nodding eagerly. Jack relaxed and smiled brightly, leaning his head down to brush your noses together before capturing your lips with his. He cupped your cheek in his hand and deepened the kiss, holding you and feeling you all over his senses.
Pulling away from you was hard; Now that Jack had gotten a taste of your pink lips, he never wanted to be parted from it again. But, alas, you had a mission to do and the night was young. There would be enough time for that later, he thought to himself.
“We’ll talk about that later, yes?” He asked, almost begging, because he wouldn’t let you get away from him now that he had you so close. You smiled softly, turning your head to kiss the palm of his hand that was still holding your cheek. “Well then, shall we go, my lovely spouse?” Jack playfully offered you the crook of his elbow, where you slipped your hand around, curtsying slightly with a big grin.
