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Sweetie; part 2 Bob Floyd x F! Reader “Sweetie” 18+ minors please do not interact :) (Bob gives me soft-dom vibes and this is a reflection of that feeling) Series with @blimpintime, go check out the Jake "Hangman" Seresin x F!Reader story they’re writing, our stories are intertwined :) !!!!

Dyna had found me leaned against my locker with my head in my hands and had lent me a sympathetic ear. I don't give her all the details of my encounter with Bob but once she found out about my scheduled date she smacked me hard on the arm.

“You’re going though right?”, she asks eagerly.

“I mean… yea, It would be kinda rude to stand him up.” I say sheepishly

“Girl who gives a shit about being rude,” she throws her hands in the air exasperated. “You clearly like something about him, you're red as a lobster.” Dyna smirks at me and picks up her drink to take a sip.

“Well,” I say, bringing my hands to my face, “He is pretty cute and the way he asked was really sweet.”

Dyan rolls her eyes and pops open her locker, “Well you'll have to let me know how it goes, and hey, if you wanna use my curler I’ll give you extra 15 on your break.”

I pick up my coffee and smile before bringing it to my lips, “Sounds like a plan.”

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The clock is ticking closer and closer to four and my anxiety is spiking with each passing minute. My date with Bob is crawling closer and closer and closer, and his words keep reverberating in my head.

‘I let very few people call me Bobby.’

What was that supposed to mean? Only people he liked? Only people he was interested in? What if it's only people he wanted to take home at the end of the night?

Before my mind can wander too much further my ‘Lock up :)’ alarm dings on my phone, which meant I had five minutes till four. Dyan was having me lock up before I left for the night. I make my way to the break room and take one last look at myself, freshly curled hair, lip-gloss Dyna practically put on me, and the same clothes I’d been in all day, minus the tacky vest.

The same clothes that Bob had liked.

I turn from the mirror quickly and grab my tote, checking that the door to outside was locked and arming the security system. I made my way through the empty hangar and flipped the row of light switches all off before stepping into the lobby and locking the glass doors behind me. As I walk I’m able to see more of my surroundings through the front doors.

There stood Bob in profile, looking down the street. He’s dressed similar to the morning but now instead of a pair of stylish sneakers he wore heavy brown boots. His jacket was zipped to his sternum and he had one hand in his pocket. The hand I could see drummed a beat out on his thigh. I feel my lips turn up at the sight of him and butterflies erupt in my stomach, his words drifting back to me. I push the door open and he turns at the noise and his face splits into a grin upon seeing me. He starts walking towards me and I wave.

“Hello again Sweets,” his smile is practically glowing.

“Hi, let me just lock up and thenI thought maybe we could take a walk on the beach.” I say, sliding my key into the lock and turning it to click.

Bob chuckles, “A long walk on the beach huh? What cheesy movie did you get that from.”

I feel my face heat up, why was I just realizing how cheesy that sounded. I quickly cover for myself, “Or ya know we could walk around downtown, or get dinner, or-” I feel myself begin to ramble and turn towards Bob but i'm surprised to find him not even a foot from me. You’d think he's a stealth pilot from how quietly he moved.

He smiled down at me, lips sweet but eyes wicked, “ Actually, I do like long walks on the beach, but I thought we could take a ride first.”

His words are like honey and my heart stutters. I blink at him owl eyed, processing what he had said to me but unable to conjure a response. “Uh,” responded intelligently.

He gently slides a hand into mine, “Common Sweets, nothing’ to be scared of.” I follow him in a bit of a daze, across the road to the parking lot, after Bob stops and looks both ways. ‘What a dork’, I think to myself and smile, I’ve always had a soft spot for dorks.

I’m so distracted by my own thoughts I almost don't realize Bob has stopped, I stumble for a split-second and catch myself. We have stopped at a motorcycle of all things. The words ‘Kawazaki’ and ‘z440’ are written on the side. The intimidating machine is black with silver accents and hardware. The seat dips in the middle and then forms a sloping shelf, meaning it's a two seater. I look up at Bob and he's already smiling.

“We don’t have to,” he says smile falling a little after seeing the shock on my face, “I know a lot of people are scared of them, and for good reason. We can just walk to the beach if you’d like.”

There is a pause where we stand and look at eachother, his face contorted into a forced smile and ming still surprised, before I burst out laughing.

“Bobby! You’ve gotta be kidding! This is amazing, of course we have to go for a ride!” I squeeze his hand tightly, he’s still holding onto me.

His face lights up and he brings my hand to his mouth for a quick kiss. “Let me grab your helmet,” he says before dropping my hand and picking up one of the helmets that hung on the handles. He gingerly hands it to me, it's shiny and black with a flip up visor. So much for curling my hair. Bob lifts his off the other handle and I can tell that mine is his spare. The helmet he holds is similar to a pilot's helmet. It's a queasy shade of green with three large brownish stripes tailing over the top. I can see a few stickers placed on the back, the most attention grabbing being a large, yellow triangle that reads, ‘Baby on Board’, similar to the kind you might see in the back window of a car. I giggle a little at the sticker and Bob gives me a curious look.

“Sorry,” I waved a hand in front of me, shifting the helmet under my arm,” I just love your stickers.” Bob glances down at the helmet and blushes.

“Oh yea, that's kinda an inside joke between Phoenix and I. She got me this sticker a while after we started flying together.” Bob slid the helmet over his head and secured it before nodding his head at the one setting under my arm, “Need some help?”

I shake my head and slide the helmet over my head and give it a little wiggle to get in place. When Bob comes into view what little I can see of his face is red, and he reaches up to flip my visor down. He holds out his hand and steps back, “After you Sweets.”

I exhale and swing my leg over the bike as Bob holds it steady and scoot back into the passenger seat. For the second time today I thank my guardian angel for telling me to wear pants today. Bob slides his leg over the bike in one practiced motion and he glances over his shoulder at me.

“I want you to wrap your arms around my waist and hold on tightly. Just pat my leg if you want me to slow down and squeeze my knee if you want me to stop, okay?” I nod at his instructions, repeating them to myself, pat to slow down, squeeze to stop.

Bob's hand goes to turn his key but pauses before starting the bike, “The best way to stay on is to stay really close to me.” I could detect the hint of a smile from under his helmet and the bike rumbled to life under me. A squeak escapes my lips and I hope Bob can’t hear it.

I wrap my arms around his waist tentatively and I see Bob glance over his shoulder and shakes his head back and forth. I loosen my arms a little confused. Bob contorts his arm to touch my hip and gives me a pull forward so that my hips are pressed flush to his. He releases my hip and moves my arms tighter around his waist. I feel my face heat up in the confines of the helmet as Bob releases the kick stand. I press my chest to his back and give his waist a reassuring squeeze. I feel him relax a little bit and the bike starts to move, slowly, through the parking lot.

As we make our way onto the main roads the wind moves through my clothes and I can’t keep the smile off my face. We cut smoothly through the streets, pressed closely. The bike rumbles between my legs and my face feels hot. Bob takes me nowhere and everywhere with no particular destination in mind. We pass the port, beaches,and the HardDeck. I look around me like I haven't traveled these roads hundreds of times. The combination of Bob's cologne and his body keeping me warm the wind doesn't bother me.

As the sun starts to throw longer shadows along our path bob starts to take more turns guiding us towards a public beach. We find a parking lot off the side of the road with a set of steps leading down to the sand. Bob moves the kickstand out and holds his hand over his so I could take it and slide off the bike. Bob swings his leg over and I pull his helmet from my head. Bob does the same and we both grin at each other, his hair is standing at a weird angle and I'm sure mine doesn't look much better. As confirmation a strand falls in my face, before I can move Bob's hand is gently swiping it back into place. He smiles gently at me and then pulls away to scratch the back of his neck.

“Your hair is all over the place,” I giggle out the obvious and Bob glances up at me bashfully.

“Yea?” he questions, “wanna fix it for me?” He gingerly removes the helmet from my hands and hangs both of them on the handle bars, before half sitting and half leaning on the seat of his bike. My face feels hot as I step in closer and his knees spread a little farther allowing me to get closer to him.

I gently reach up and run a hand through his hair. It looks a little darker but I see golden streaks gliding through the waves of his hair. It’s soft too, freshly washed and easy to run my fingers through. I brush it into a poor substitute of the neat combed shape he had earlier. I go to step back and I feel his hands softly touch low on my hips. I look down at him in surprise and he smiles up at me, the golden rays of the sun giving him an ethereal glow.

“Thank you Sweetie,” I feel his hand trail down the back of my arm and his fingers slide through mine before bringing my knuckles softly to his lips.

My heart thumps loudly in my chest and I’m unable to move as he stands, still chest to chest with me. Still holding my gaze and still smiling.

“Ready to go?” Bob asks softly, pulling me back to my body. I nod and look down at my feet and Bob tugs at my hand which makes me realize he hasn't let go of mine. He leads us down the rickety stairs towards the beach, due to it being the off season it's mostly empty. We kick off our shoes when we get to the loose sand. Bob gently lifts my shoes from my hand and holds both pairs in his left hand and my hand in his right. We make our way down to the surf and walk slightly out of the reach of the tide. We smile and run down the list of terrible first-date-questions.

Bob loves legos, specifically the flower sets. His favorite holiday is Valentine's day and favorite color is rusty orange. I laughed as he told me about his older brother and two younger sisters and what kind of trouble they got into as kids. He told me about his dad who worked as a professor and his mom who had also served in the Navy. He showed me a few pictures of his dogs and one of him atop a horse, which he affectionately called Cassie.

He flipped through a few more before showing me another picture of a small orange cat resting on his chest,asleep. As cute as the cat was I couldn't help but notice he lacked a shirt in that photo, taken from a high angle with lighting that made his skin look warm and soft.

We finally decided to make our way back to Bob's bike for the ride home. He lets me sit on steps as we pull on our shoes. As I'm tying one of my sneakers, Bob puts one knee on the steps and ties my other for me. I smile at the small act of service. Bob looks at me from his place on the stairs and smiles.

“Sweetie?” His voice is soft and gentle.

“Yes?” I whisper back.

“Let me know if I'm being too forward but,” my heart thuds faster in my chest, “if you keep smiling at me like that I might carry you up these stairs and see how many laws I can break to get you alone faster.” My face is hot but a smile creeps back across my face anyway. Bobs expression promises mischief.

“Well,” I cleared my throat a little, wondering if I really want to say what I'm about to say, “how many laws could you break Bobby?”

His eyes go wide before he surges forward and he scoops me up. I yelp and then I laugh as he climbs the stairs with me halfway over his shoulder. I laugh louder as I shout into his lower back, “If you carry me, what was the point of putting on our shoes?”

My feet touch the ground back next to Bob's motorcycle and he catches my waist before I can move away from his intoxicating presence. He leans down and murmurs in my ear, “I’ll take you home if you like, but I’d really love for you to come home with me tonight Sweetie.”

I place my hands on his chest and lean back to look him in the eye sternly. I glance down at his lips and I can tell he notices by the way his grip tightens but he remains still, waiting for my go ahead. I only respond by moving in closer and softly joining my lips to his and Bob returns the favor.

We hold each other like that for a moment, then pull away breathless but wanting more. Bob runs his palm along my jaw to the back of my neck and gently brings me in for another kiss. Then another. I slide my tongue against his lower lip and he takes that as an invitation. His hand tightens slightly on the back of my skull and a small gasp escapes me as he gently bites at my lower lip testing me. I lean in closer and he bites a little harder. His hands slide from my waist to my lower back and press my torso to his.

As he pulls away again his look is hungry, “Another ride for ya Sweetie?” I blush at the innuendo and pluck ‘my’ helmet off the handle and pop it confidently over my head.

“Ready when you are Bobby,” I say smiling at him as he grabs his own and slips it over his head.

Bob smirks at me from under his helmet before reaching up to flip my visor down, “No, Sweet Thing, I don’t think you are.”

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AN; oh no! What ever could she not be prepared for?? could it be Bob's massive di-

Part 3 already posted >:)

-okay, bye, thanks for reading, love you <3

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