*NOTE: FIVE HAS BEEN AGED UP FOR THE PURPOSE OF THIS IMAGINE. HE AGED BACK TO 22!*
Summary- You've always been deemed the number one assassin in the Commission. Well, until Five showed up. Quickly finding common ground, you seem to be the only one Five is actually comfortable around, and you him. But the teasing and flirting just isn't cutting it anymore.....
Warnings- swearing (it is Five after all, sexual references, alcohol consumption.
Song- Into you by Ariana Grande.
I'm so into you, I can barely breathe.
The loud music of the bar surrounded you, the beat pulsing it's way up your spine. Your drink sat in front of you, untouched, the cold glass of a sweet unknown cocktail sweating. The alcohol from your previous drinks flowed through your veins, making the world hazy and the filter you usually use when talking non-existent. Five sat across from you, he's long legs stretched out before him, the alcohol completely relaxing the usually tense man. You stared, breath catching in your throat as his dark brown, almost black hair fell across his shut eyes, the kids concealing the beautiful green you always got lost in.
And all I want to do, is to fall in deep....
You wished desperately that he would open those eyes. You could picture his usual stare in your mind, the walls in the green depths that prevented anyone from reading him too well. Yet somehow, everytime you made eye contact with the gorgeous man before you, you always lost your train of thought. Those green eyes flickered open as you stared at him, a lazy smiling flickering across his face a he locked eyes with yours.
But close ain't close enough, til we cross that line....
You scooted your chair closer to him, your legs brushing against his underneath the table in one slow, delicate move. The man straightened in his seat, his eyes widened in surprise, a small, almost unnoticeable blush starting to creep up the sculpted cheekbones that shaped his face. The song overhead changed, and your drunken mind lit up with a bright idea.
So name a game to play, and I'll roll the dice....
You grabbed Five by the hand, stumbling slightly as you stood. Admittedly, you were acting drunker than you actually were, an escape plan in case of rejection. Five stared up at you as you walked to his side of the table, a mischievous smile lighting up your eyes.
He questioned, the slight shake in his voice betraying the calm and collected facade he usually wore. You laughed, the bright and happy sound audible even above the loud music.
You refused to take no for an answer, knowing full well how much Five loved to dance (even if he would refuse to admit it and then kill you for saying it.) The man sighed in defeat, unable to bite back the genuine smile that graced his lips as he was pulled onto the dance floor. Your eyes met his as you both began to dance, the music loosening up your wired bodies further.
Oh, baby, look what you started,
The temperature's rising in here,
Been waiting and waiting for you,
To make a move, before I make a move.....
The temperature on the dance rose as you danced, the many layers of your work clothes intensifying the heat. You began to strip the top layers of your clothes; your blazer, followed by your tie and shirt, unaware of the piercing green eyes watching you strip to just your camisole and skirt. Five's hand reached to his throat and loosened his own tie, the garment suddenly feeling restrictive. His eyes travelled back to your face, a harsh pink rapidly washing up his neck, over his cheeks to his ears as he met your knowing eyes. You gulped as you moved slightly closer to him, elation filling your veins and clearing your head at the fact that he had, in fact, been checking you out.
You slowly reached out to grab his hand, surprised as he grasped your hand in his, his fingers lacing with yours. Shocks ran up arm from the contact, your lungs suddenly losing the ability to breath as he pulled you in towards him, holding you gently to the front of his body. You gazed up at him, unable to stop yourself from looking at his lips as your heart pounded in your chest.
His own eyes flickered to your lips, staying locked on them as you danced. Irritation burned through you as his gaze never faltered, yet he failed to make a move. So, you took the situation into your own hands, capturing his lips in a soft, gentle kiss in one swift movement.
Five didn't hesitate to return the kiss, both his hands falling to your hips as his lips pushed against yours in a bruising kiss.
So baby, come light me up,
And maybe I'll let you on it,
But baby, that's how I want it,
A little less conversation,
And a little more touch my body,
And the rest was history.....
