Evan "Buck" Buckley (
buckley118) wrote2025-05-28 08:46 pm
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is it too soon to do this yet? 'cause i know that it's delicate; (for
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[ Somehow, they manage to get called out to two difference scenes in the last few hours of his shift. It's a double edged sword -- less time to text Rey, but it does make the rest of the afternoon go a lot faster. Nothing like a twelve car pile-up and a seven-story structure fire to provide some thorough distractions. Both scenes come out casualty-free, and at the end of it all, Buck sends Rey a selfie of himself grinning in full gear cradling a kitten he rescued, with the promise to be over as soon as he gets showered and cleaned up.
It's somewhere between the shower and meticulously fixing his hair in the mirror that Eddie clocks him for having a date and starts in on the teasing. The grin that Buck most definitely can't keep off his face probably doesn't help.
What can he say? He's smitten.
He makes one stop between the fire station and Rey's place, and it's to pick up a bouquet of flowers and a tiramisu cake for dessert. This takes a little longer than he intended, as it involves a very in depth conversation with the florist about which flowers will best convey 'I really want you to be my girlfriend', and it's here that he learns that floriography is a thing and flowers have a language. It ends up being an arrangement of sunflowers, white lilies, and red roses. Loyalty, commitment, and love respectively, if he kept track of what the florist said properly.
By the time he's knocking on her door, the nerves have kicked up a bit. They're not entirely unwelcome. It's a good sign that this is worth going for. ]
It's somewhere between the shower and meticulously fixing his hair in the mirror that Eddie clocks him for having a date and starts in on the teasing. The grin that Buck most definitely can't keep off his face probably doesn't help.
What can he say? He's smitten.
He makes one stop between the fire station and Rey's place, and it's to pick up a bouquet of flowers and a tiramisu cake for dessert. This takes a little longer than he intended, as it involves a very in depth conversation with the florist about which flowers will best convey 'I really want you to be my girlfriend', and it's here that he learns that floriography is a thing and flowers have a language. It ends up being an arrangement of sunflowers, white lilies, and red roses. Loyalty, commitment, and love respectively, if he kept track of what the florist said properly.
By the time he's knocking on her door, the nerves have kicked up a bit. They're not entirely unwelcome. It's a good sign that this is worth going for. ]
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He chuckles softly at her impatience against the side of her neck, letting his breath tickle over her skin before starting to kiss down. Over the curve of her breast, pausing for just a moment to tease his tongue against her pert nipple.
He could worship her body like this for hours. Tracing soft curves with his hands, memorizing each dip and crevice and scar with wandering fingers. Tasting every inch of her body with his tongue. And as ridiculously hot as it would be to work her up slowly until she's really squirming and pleading, he doesn't want to deny her what she wants.
Or what he wants, truthfully. It may be one of his very favorite places to be, right between her legs. When his mouth reaches the bottom of her ribs, he leans back and sits up, hands making quick work of the button and zipper of her jeans. He tugs them down and off, letting them drop to the floor and leaving her laid out in just her underwear. ]
You're beautiful, Rey. [ His voice is soft, a little hoarse from his own arousal. As he leans down, giving her one quick, heated kiss, he also scoots a little further back on the bed. His mouth retraces its previous descent, trailing down her chest, over her breast, but not stopping as he did before. His lips trail lower, past her ribs and along her stomach as he shifts lower on the bed. ]
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That relationship was a mess. It didn’t bring her as much happiness as she thought it would. It certainly bring her to her knees in pleasure.
Fuck, Evan knows what he’s doing. What to do to elicit one sound after another until Rey has to bite down on her lower lip to keep herself from making more noise. Her neighbors didn’t need to hear what was taking place in her bedroom. ]
Evan… [Fuck, he was making her heart jump with each kiss he leaves on her skin. Her body was on fire—in need of his touch and kisses. He was a sex god, clearly. He had experience as he expertly peeled her jeans off her body. Just her panties had to go—
But he wasn’t taking those off. No, he gives Rey another kiss, sending her into bliss again only to pull back and move further down.]
Evan? [His name came out breathy, confused and trying to understand what was happening.
Until he was between her thighs and used his sinful tongue on a more sensitive area, making Rey moan. Her back arching from his touch. Her hands clenching the bedsheets in an attempt to stay still.
Dear lord, he was going to drive her nuts until she was hoarse. ]
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They're not even dating and he's imagining a whole future with her. If he can have this every day for the rest of his life, he'll be the luckiest guy in the universe.
He settles between her legs, kissing each of her hips before carefully pushing her legs a little further apart. More kisses up the insides of her thighs, until he's reached her panties and his lips have run out of skin. He looks up at her for a brief moment to flash a grin. ]
Sweet dessert.
[ The first taste he gets is through the fabric of her soaked panties as he places a hot, open-mouthed kiss against her mound. He hums a pleased note, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her underwear to pull them off and away. Once there's no longer any barriers between him and his prize, he wastes no time settling his hands on her hips and dragging his tongue between her wet folds, from entrance to clit. ]
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Buck was different. He was open and honest about his feelings. Nothing vague or half-assed. The bar was set in hell, and yet he did more than bare minimum. He exceeded that and more—and may have ruined Rey with sex.
The man knew what he was doing. While Rey had been with one other person, Buck was in a class all his own. It made Rey want to do more—searching the internet for ways to entice and excite him…and damn if her oral game was upped in the process. She wasn’t willing to explore other things with Buck, feeling comfortable and safe to do so.
He didn’t belittle her for being hesitant with exploring. Nor did he shame her for taking things slow. Not when the result was both of them tired and satisfied.
It didn’t take long for Rey to cry out his name as her first orgasm hit her, leaving her a mess. She thanked him for the release, drawing Buck up to her face to kiss his cheek. A few moments of rest until it was her turn to bring Buck the same pleasure he gifted her.
Minutes turned into an hour. Their bodies tangled in the sheets. Rey was sore, satisfied and utterly content. She was curled against Buck’s chest, breathing in his scent while staying close to him.
Dessert was great. Incredible. If she could stay like this forever, she would. ]
…have I told you how great you are? [She murmurs against his skin, tilting her head back to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. ]