Apprehending the criminals was swift and easy, as pretty much all Hawks’ villain grabs were, and you had them handed over to the higher ups in no time.
“So that’s it? We’re done?” you asked your superior, half sad, half hopeful that you would be able to maybe keep away from Hawks and prevent yourself from falling under his spell.
“Not so fast,” Hawks said from behind you as he stepped around you so that he could add something into the conversation you were having with the superior, his wing just brushing yours – which made your body tingle.
“He knows what he’s doing,” you thought as you tried not to look at him or show that you had been affected by his feathers against yours.
“Yes, Hawks?” the superior asked the handsome winged hero.
“I’m suspicious that this bust was a decoy of sorts,” Hawks said calmly.
“What makes you say that?” the superior asked.
“They gave themselves up way too quickly,” Hawks said, “it’s almost as if they took a portion of their goods and waited for us to grab them, like an offering, or a scapegoat, so that they could move the next larger lot a bit later… unhindered by the heroes getting in the way.”
The superior nodded thoughtfully, running his tongue along his upper teeth inside his closed lips as he mulled over Hawks words.
“So what do you suggest?” he then asked the winged hero.
“I suggest Y/N and I stay on and continue the stake out,” Hawks said and you felt your heart leap in your chest, but didn’t move.
“He probably already picked up on my heart rate increasing through his feathers,” you thought, stealing a glance at him.
“I think Y/N is thinking the same thing that I am,” he added, slightly more loudly as he turned his head and looked directly at you, “because she reacted to my comment just now.”
He had baited you and you bit down on your teeth to stop from showing any outward signs of embarrassment at being caught with an elevated heart rate.
“Don’t even think any thoughts about him, Y/N, he can probably hear thoughts through his feathers too…” you thought as you looked to the superior.
He was already looking at you for confirmation.
“Well?” he asked, when you didn’t say anything, “do you agree with Hawks’ hypothesis?”
Ball was in your court now and you could feel the smugness radiating off Hawks. He had you pinned now- if you agreed with him, you’d be stuck with him the whole night and who knew what would happen then, but on the flip side, if you didn’t agree with him then you had to say why and if a larger shipment of items got shifted and it came back to you being the one who let them slip through, because you didn’t believe they still had more to move, then you could be in the firing line as a spy or cohort of the villain organization and could face interrogation and scrutiny from the authorities.
You sighed heavily then nodded.
“Ok, fine, let’s go with Hawks’ decision,” you said tensely.
The superior looked at you funny but you ignored it and looked at Hawks who had a smug look on his face.
“Wipe that look off your face,” you hissed at him.
“I don’t know what look you’re referring to? Is it the look of happiness that I get to spend more time with you?”
You ignored him and turned away.
“I’m going back to the bunker to settle down for the night. Hawks… post your feathers around here so we have ears on the place,” you added before walking to the door, then outside, and jumping up into the sky.
You needed to get away from Hawks to figure out your game plan. You had already caved to his charm once tonight, you needed to work out what you wanted to do now because knowing him, he would want to pick up right where you had left off before catching the villains.
“Do I ignore him now?” you wondered as you flapped your wings slowly and descended, alighting on the doorstep of the small cabin and unlocking the door to enter, “no… that’s mean… or is it though? He might like that? What if I just—
Your internal monologue was rudely interrupted by the sound of flapping wings behind you and you spun around just in time to see Hawks land outside the door.
Part of you wanted to run and lock the door on him so he couldn’t come in, but you decided against that – as he had a key.
“You’re back quick,” you said, trying to find a reason to send him out again, “you need to put your feathers out so that we can—
“Already done it,” he replied with a wink as he walked in and took his outer tan jumper off.
“What? Already?” you asked.
“At my signature top speed, baby,” he replied with a wink, dropping his jacket on his bed and walking towards you.
“Hey now,” you said, taking a step back and flicking your wings forward, pointing their tips at him to stop him from walking any closer.
“Woah,” he said calmly, “why are you so uptight all of a sudden, I thought we had something going back there…”
“Hawks, you always get your way. You never consider others,” you said, blurting it out before you had a chance to inject a bit of tact into your delivery.
“Ouch,” he replied with a slightly wrinkled nose, like he had just burned his finger on something hot, “that was a sharp attack?”
“No. Listen. I… you know I just broke up with my boyfriend and I need some time to figure myself out. I don’t think we should do anything… it’s just going to complicate my feelings.”
“Your feelings?” he asked, “if you don’t have any feelings for me then it wouldn’t complicate things, correct?”
“I… wait…I don’t want to say anything. I’m gonna need a lawyer.”
“Oh?” he asked, a smirk on his face as he placed his hands on your still guarded wing tips and smoothed your feathers down with his finger tips as he stepped between them, moving into your personal space.
“Hawks,” you said in an unsure voice as you stepped back and pulled your wings in behind yourself.
“You know I like you,” he uttered lowly, “you know I know how to take care of myself… and you…”
“Maybe you are right? Maybe I do always get my way… but maybe I am considering your emotions and current situation.”
“Like how?” you asked, semi arched up as he backed you up against the wall.
“Your ex. You told me all about him just before. I know what he put you though… But you know I can look after you, you know I’ll have your best interests at heart.”
You let out a little resigned sigh.
You knew he was right. Anyone was better than your ex to be honest. You were still asking yourself how you ended up stooping so low as to have ended up with him in the first place.
“He wasn’t winged…” Hawks then said randomly.
“Yeah? So?” you replied with confusion, “what’s that got to do with anything?”
“Everything else aside, did he know how to please you?” Hawks asked, placing a hand on your hip then stepping closer to you- mere inches from your body.
You could feel your body heating up. The physical attraction your body had to his was insane and you knew he could feel it too.
“Did he know how to touch you just right?” He slid his hands up your waist, his golden eyes watching your face as you stared into his face defiantly.
You fought the urge to step into him, not wanting him to win.
He took his hands off your body and reached back to your wings, running his fingers just along the inner trimmings of your wing bones, where all the soft sensitive feathers were and your whole body buzzed with a sensation you had never felt before.
Although you managed to keep the pleasured eye roll in check your eyelids did flutter a little and Hawks saw.
“I have wings,” he said, “so I know how to please you…”
He then ran his fingertips out along your wings and you let them open out so he could continue his movement unhindered but as he stretched his arms out he had to step closer to you to keep touching your wings and that’s when you couldn’t hold back any longer and reached up to kiss him on the lips.
It was initially a closed lipped kiss… but then turned into a tongue kiss, and when you pulled back he gave you a quirky smirk.
“Is that my kiss to promise that we’d continue this later?” he asked cheekily.
~ END ~