Chaser - Vince Kovac x Reader Drabble (Tangle)
Pic Credit: X
Author’s Note: So I found this one buried in my notes-! And I thought “There’s a quick light-hearted fic-!” and here we are-! I wrote this in the car on the way home. One hit. And I figure I need to write more stuff like this so by all means, please do request!
Disclaimer: Tangle Characters not mine / lyrics not mine / cap not mine
Premise: Taking Vince track running was fun, lapping the poor guy was better...
Words: 1339
Warnings: sexual connotations / sexual flirtatious banter
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It's the thrill, it's the hunt, it's the love of the game It's the get what you want and then you throw it away It's the rush of the fall, not the land It's the catch her if you can, catch her, catch her if you can Yeah, boy, you're nothing but a chaser So go ahead and chase her It's the thrill, it's the hunt, it's the love Catch her if you can, catch her, catch her if you can It's the thrill, it's the hunt, it's the love Catch her if you can, catch her, catch her if you can
--- Sometimes it was nice to just go for a drive. You might usually force him to run it, but you were feeling kind today - and besides, there was just something about sitting up in his truck. Even with that ‘Kovac Construction’ triangle emblazoned on the side, which more than once had got you into trouble whilst driving it, for something Vince had done. But it was cozy and warm, and the drive to the track could be filled with music and chatter rather than Vince asking how much longer you were going to make him run at pace - then around the track - then run back. Which would kill him for a few days after, and he was tired, grumpy and subsequently no fun. For you track running meant real sprints with block starts, endless loops and lapping people. Vince just liked timing how long it took to do a circle of the track as he came in tighter and tighter. And was always one for trying to beat his personal best. Today you sat with a little smirk on your face - tapping your nails on the door where your arm was resting. Eventually Vince was far too curious not to ask; “What?” “What?” But you were aware of exactly what you were doing “What’s that smirk for?” You turned to him with a mischievous giggle; “I just always look at your truck bed and wonder how the hell you’d think you’d fit me in there.” “Well, I would gladly show you after we’ve warmed up a little.” He indicated for the turning, making your smirk broaden, “Surprised you’re not suggesting it as the warm up!” “Gladly, darlin, but I doubt you’d want to run after me...” He pulled into a space and shut off the engine, leaning across to brush his lips to yours “besides, like you’d be able to resist one round, hm?” You supposed Vince had at least one point there, his sex was addictive. And you weren’t sure if that was your fault or his. “I’ll show you a thing or two about rounds...” you kissed him back a little harder before exiting the car “when I run circles around you again.” “Uhhuh...” He locked the car and pocketed his keys as you walked to the check in desk, stretching his body whilst simultaneously checking out yours - “It’s okay you just run on ahead babe...” “I’m gonna be half way around the track before you get a chance to stare at my ass Kovac...” though you did admire how his shirt grazed above his stomach as he raised his arms. “Oh, babe, you know I love it when you use my last name.” You were pretty sure he got that from you more than he ever did Vince. Occasionally you’d call him Vin; and that’s how he appeared in your phone - but his last name was pretty cool and you just liked saying it. “You’re lucky it’s so damn sexy.” You signed yourselves in and walked through to the fenced track; “I figured it was lucky that I was sexy, or I’d have probably never got you to fuck me.” “HA!” You simply laughed your way to the starting line. Warming yourself up as you went, which had him eyeing you curiously again. Of course, this time you caught him. “Do you ever stop?” He folded his arms with a grin; “No. Not really.” “Well at least he’s honest-!” You sighed gently, “Alright, keep up boy, I’m not screwing around-!” “Pretty sure that’s exactly what you are doing.” He scoffed, starting his stop watch as you both set off gently, Vince knew eventually you’d get bored and jet off on your own - but he liked that you let him set the pace. Especially as you were the one pace setting the relationship. Whilst true that he had now got you in bed - you knew that Vince had a one-track mind, only ran hot... and didn’t really do his thinking with his head... So you had to keep him chasing you - even if it was around a track, and you had to keep things interesting. That wasn’t as hard as you expected, and he was enamoured with you, and your life. You certainly still had the power here. And you kinda liked being the woman in control of a man who was known for wandering. You started with shoulders and arms brushing, still talking and laughing, feet to track sound in sync as Vince weaved you from inner to outer track and back again, steadily picking up his pace until he levelled off at comfortable. Until he was ready to kick it up a notch, here he would stay, and you’d be comfortable here for maybe another round around the track by his side, but then you’d pull ahead of him, still close, still so you could hear him behind you and call to each other if you still wanted to talk. But eventually Vince knew you wanted to run free, and he’d just call to you to get going. But you always held on for 100 or so more meters, or around the next corner before you took off. And he would drop down a gear just to watch you run; the wind through your hair, the movement of your body - everything you set your eyeline to, and the smile on your face - the breaths you took until you were too far away for him to really see anything. It took a couple more laps for you to actually lap him, and you whistled to him - the first time you’d done this he’d become utterly confused and you’d tripped each other up, now he knew to simply expect a sweet kiss on the cheek as you ran by. Which he hated to admit made him beam as much as it did. It was about another lap before he was really lagging; and you managed to lap him once... then twice... then three times. Which had you giggling; “Are you timing yourself-!?” You called back “babe I think you’re a little off the pace—!!!” Vince cried after you, that strange mix of anger and angst that you were teasing him again, and when you lapped him once more he really did try to catch you up. That only made you run faster as he gave chase, but he couldn’t keep that up, and Vince had to pull out before he strained something. It wasn’t long before you realised you couldn’t hear him behind you and slowed yourself down to look over your shoulder. He had his arms behind his head, walking and pulled up, his breathing heavy, looking toward the sky. You frowned, turning a neat hairpin in a slow jog and running back to him, worried that maybe he’d injured himself. By the time you reached him he was bent forward, hands on his knees and at a standstill. “Vin-!” You slowed to a walk and then stopped in front of him. His breathing really was heavy; “Go on then-!” He managed between pants; “Gloat-!” You folded your arms “Why would I do that?” Then tipped your head, concerned; “You okay?” He stood straight; “Yeah... yeah, I’ll.. I’ll be okay. I’m sure you get a kick out of this-!” Vince watched your look of worry turn into a tiny smirk, you just couldn’t help yourself – “Well sometimes I wonder how you think you’re gonna last more than a round in the back of your truck, but, okay...” You took a few more steps into him “...Do you want me to drive back?” “I think I can drive..! Dammit you really do get a kick out of this!” He chuckled, hands on his hips You smirked, “No... not in the slightest-!” You pulled him into you, lips to his, and hands in his hair. You winked, voice sweet as sugar; “Besides, Kovac, I’d really like some assistance with cooling me off in the shower...” --- @menndelsohn @3134045126 @happyskywhale @wltz-bby #MendoTagSquad