Shoot
Summary: Mitch Rapp/Reader, they’re training together and go on a mission, they have a close call and save each other.
It hadn’t taken you long during training to develop a rivalry with Mitch Rapp, you knew it was dangerous, not because he was actual competition but because working with him. Especially after the rest of the team caught on to the rivalry you two had, which led to both of you being partnered together. All of that had accumulated into your rivalry becoming a one sides crush on your end. What had been glares of annoyance and aggravation when Mitch beat your time at the shooting range or a sprint time had morphed into watching his back muscles flex and tense as he practiced shooting.
They’ve partnered Mitch and you together for hand to hand combat, and you don’t mind having to get close to him, you don’t mind trying to dodge his kicks and trying to smack him back. He ends up pinning you at least four times.
You’re torn between snapping and growling at him when he pins you face inches from yours and smirk grows.
“Will you get the fuck off of me.” You hiss and Mitch just presses his arm over your stomach, one of his legs parallel to your thigh.
“Not really feeling it.” He laughs a little as you try to roll from under him, all it does is let his thigh fall between your legs and he smirks.
“Get off.” You snap and he leans closer grin growing.
“Not until you do.” You face flushes and his grin changes back into a smirk.
“I’ve seen how you stare at me, how your comments have lost their edge, you don’t hate me, you like me.”
“Do you feel the same?” You decide to just get his rejection over with, instead his hand trails up your thigh and his lips brush against your ear.
“Would I be doing this after hours with you if I didn’t?”
“Y/N! You and Mitch are together.”
“Uh, yeah?” You nod to the mission file they’d given you, you’re not exactly thrilled to have to work with him on your first official mission, but you’re getting sick of just training so you reason anything will be better than more training sessions. You and Mitch hadn't bothered with calling what you were a relationship, you knew how his last one ended and you weren’t keen to make him worry in that way.
You’re shifting down the hallway, trying your best to keep quiet as Mitch follows keeping an eye on you. “Y/N you need to be..” Mitch doesn’t finish, you jump back against the wall as a bullet whizzes past.
“I thought there wasn’t supposed be anyone with big weapons in here!”
“A gun isn’t big!” Mitch shouts back and you duck as someone jumps down from the rafters.
“It’s a rifle!”
“How can you tell you can’t even see the guy!” Mitch shouts back and you jog over to where he is, keeping pressure on your side.
“You got shot.” He hisses and you nod, you can already feel the shock setting in.
”Well if you didn't let that guy with the rifle get that close..” Mitch glares at you, fingers trying to pull the fabric from around the wound on your side
“Says the one who let themselves get knifed.”
“I only did that because you’d gotten shot!”
“It just grazed me, see I’m fine.” He points to the almost carpet burn like mark on his shoulder, you glare and then hiss in pain when he dumps an entire bottle of antiseptic over the gash.
“That’s too much!”
“We don’t know where that knife has been!” You can’t help but laugh at Mitch’s concern and before you can rebuttal his comment he leans over and kisses you.
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