Deckard Shaw One Shots (Fast and Furious)

Garage

I came downstairs to start to fix up my car because it was a mess. When I popped the hood of my car and was stood in front of it, I heard footsteps behind me. I grabbed a screwdriver and held it to the persons neck, but I then saw it was Shaw.
"Sorry," Shaw held up his hands.
"Never sneak up on me," I put the screwdriver down and pulled my hair into a pony tail.
Shaw just smirked like always, "What you up too?"
"Fixing my car. What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Teaming up to defeat a common enemy," Shaw told me while getting back to fixing a car himself.

It was interesting to see him here considering he pretty much hated our team. He was also always weirdly kind to me. I didn't ever expect him to be but he was. It always made me slightly attracted to him and then when I saw him fight against us, that would switch off.

"Tell me if you need help," Shaw looked towards me.
"I think I'm good," I started to work on my car and asked, "By the way! Why are you so kind to me?"
"Am I not allowed to be kind to you?" He responded with a question.
"Well, ye. I guess you can be kind to me," I faced him, "I guess it always surprised me because of your hatred towards us."
"I guess I would have an answer to your question then," Shaw walked back over to me, "Maybe I like you. Do you like me?"
I just looked at him and smiled. In that next second, his lips were on mine and his hands were on my waist. I held onto his neck as I kissed back.

When we pulled away, Shaw smirked and asked me, "So, tell me, how long have you had this little crush?"
"Oh! A while," I laughed.
"I thought so," Shaw kissed me again.