A/N: You know who can’t properly do the drabble game? Me. Because this isn’t a drabble. But here you go! Hope this doesn’t make you want to poke your eyes out. The prompt list can be found here.
Warning(s): Not NSFW but an agonizing attempt at something steamy.
xliii. “You are cordially invited to go fuck yourself.”
“You know, if you’re bored Y/N, you are cordially invited to come back to my tent later for some fun.”
Standing across from you at the firepit was Murphy, his arms crossed and a cocky grin present. He did this frequently, caught you when you were away from your friends and made suggestive offers. Honestly you had mixed feelings about where you stood on this. Sometimes he rubbed you the wrong way, looking at you strangely like how a toddler would to a parent, trying to tell them they wanted something but not knowing the words to say it. Other times it was almost… tempting. Maybe it was because you hadn’t had a decent fling since being arrested, or maybe it was the wear and tear of being on Earth getting to you, slowly pushing you towards desperation. You didn’t know, but you knew one thing at this moment, and it was that you wanted it to stop.
Feeling unusually impulsive, a plan slowly composing itself in your mind, you mustered your most charming smile and looked towards him, going: “Why later?”
God, it had been such a long time since you made yourself flirt with someone and got the reaction Murphy was giving you now. He seemed taken back, losing his nonchalant composure for the briefest of seconds before he stumbled to get it back. You could tell he planned on being rejected already, probably thinking of multiple scenarios where you turned him down and he was forced to reinstate his masculinity by starting a fight or going on the next hunting trip. But it never crossed his mind (or yours, until just recently) that you would even consider accepting.
“Why not now?” you drawled, the boldness you were feeling prompting you to see this out. The plan seemed to grow oddly more appealing the more you watched him conceal his nervous squirming. You sauntered around the fire pit, bumping into him purposefully before taking a hold of the sides of his shirt and tugging him towards you. “Let’s go.”
His tent was empty, surprisingly so considering he shared it with Mbege, but it was opportune for the moment as well. You didn’t hesitate before pushing Murphy to ground, getting on top of him, and straddling his waist. Leaning forward, you could feel his ragged, excited breaths fan your face as you slowly ran your hands up his chest.
“Oh god,” he breathed, eyes half-lidded.
What you were doing almost felt cruel, like torturing an animal, but your objective remained clear.
Murphy instinctively grabbed your hips, pulling them closer to him, showing you how well your plan was working. You chuckled deviously, leaning forward and trailing a finger down his jaw on one side while methodically placing and kissing his neck on the other. He moaned, further confirming how your plan was going, and you continued to place wet kisses on his neck, along his jawline, and stopped just below his earlobe.
“You’ve been really wanting this, haven’t you?”
“Uh-huh,” he breathed.
“Well, I’ve got something to tell you. You, John Murphy,” you pressed your lips against his earlobe and whispered, “are cordially invited to go fuck yourself.” Hastily, you got up, leaving him hot, bothered, and all kinds of confused. But all you could think, despite assuming the plan succeeded, Murphy likely not willing to embarrass himself further, was how you were very tempted to take him up on his offer after all.