The Birds & The Bees | S.R.

Ch. 23 | Warning Shot

Summary: Spencer and Bunny visit the gun range.

A/N: For those who missed it, this fic will only be updated every OTHER Thursday from now on. I want to get back to writing oneshots! If you haven't checked out my oneshot book (which contains all ratings), please take a look while you wait. I promise they are just as good!

Also... only seven chapters left. I hope y'all are ready!

Content Warning: Penetrative sex, unprotected sex, mild allusions to breeding kink, guns (no danger), public sex, teasing/very mild degradation, mentions of age gap, rough sex

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White rabbits oft relate to lovers. Their meanings in dreams range from virility to imminent disaster, but among all meanings is a recurring theme of innocence. A peacefulness, coming or going, but always fleeting in its duration. The easily frighted little lagomorph carries the messages to the end and then disappears back through the tunnels whence they came.

I found it odd, then, when their transient nature was so established, but my Bunny always stayed.

Most days I woke before her and took a quiet, early moment to bask in the reverence of her. The unassuming rise and fall of her chest, the softness of her breath and the occasional twitch of her nose.

It was strange how fast the nightmares had faded. Unlike the usual months of residual torture, it had taken less than a week before my sleeping hours were once again filled with metaphorical or literal images of her. Always calm, always beautiful.

That day had been different. Not by the presence of a nightmare, but by order of waking. Despite feeling my Bunny squirm within my grasp, my mind clung to manufactured memories of her a little bit longer. That was, until I heard it.

"Psst," she hissed. Not anxious, but hurried, nonetheless. "Pssst. Spencer. Wake up!"

Of course, I answered her call. I opened my eyes and there she was, with all her usual youthful vitality and a smile so bright it made a tired heart quake.

"G'morning, Bunny," I said to the chipper girl hovering over me so closely I could feel her nose bump against my own when I spoke. "How can I help you?"

Her reply came in the form of her lips on mine. The soft, dewy touch was nothing compared to relentless hands anchored to my face so she could pull herself closer. She needed to hold on tightly to hoist herself onto my lap. Although there were no physical forms of resistance, I managed to deal one light chastisement before I got lost in her.

"Young lady, it is not even 8AM."

"The sun is up," she stated matter-of-factly.

"That it is."

"And so are you."

A devilish snicker sneaked past her lips when her hips started to move. She settled against an obviously prominent erection and made no attempt to hide the evidence of her own arousal. She rocked against the sensitive skin until the wetness made the friction and heat even more unbearable.

"Cheeky," I groaned. The sound was cut off by a sharp inhale when her practiced motions became even more insistent. It wasn't until my hands shot to her hip and forced them to a standstill that I was able to speak somewhat intelligibly. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I'm not exactly capable of doing that right now."

Her smirk stretched into a smile. She'd been waiting for the challenge; and had planned her answer accordingly.

"That's okay. I can do it!"