ꜱꜱɢᴛ. ɢᴀʟʟᴀɢʜᴇʀ "ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ" ꜰʀᴀᴢɪᴇʀ

— He couldn't get enough of it.

Their lips brushed against each other, and he mouthed against her one singular word: Please?

He would press a kiss against the side of her mouth, a tease in and of itself, another on her chin and the last on the other side of her face.

Once again, they were face to face, inches away from one another. He could feel her breath on his lips.

Gallagher leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers, his gaze locking onto hers.

He wanted to jump into it, take the charge and go, but this back and forth? —

— As she leaned in closer towards him, he could feel the urge to move closer, focused on the way her lips looked before she spoke again.

Oh, how he wanted to kiss her.

"Aye, I think that'd be a fun way to see how you're thinking of me. I wouldn't mind that all, luv."

"Of course, curious to ken if you can figure me out by just looking at me."

There was no mistaking the way that Gallagher was looking at her.

He already felt a certain way about her earlier in the evening and it was coming back to hit him full force.

—

— Green eyes looked up towards her, an obvious wanting for more of her.

"And what exactly were you picturing, luv? Cause I think you won't be disappointed one way or another."

"Oh were you now?"

By now, his glass was still full, but had been put to the side, as Tora now had his full attention.

He was on his knees, one hand cradling her hand and the other reaching for her elbow.

—

— I ken you got more going on up in there."

His hands had some spots that were smooth and calloused, but overall, his hold on her was soft, like silk.

He cradled her hand in his, gently moving his thumb against the tattooed lines on her skin. Gallagher lifted her hand up to his lips, pressing a couple kisses into her knuckles.

"Was there any other thoughts on your mind that you'd be willing to share with me, lass? —

— all throughout his chest, face and hands.

He noted the spreading of color on her neck, and scooted a little bit closer towards her.

Lifting up the glass to his lips, he drinks a small amount of the port and with his free hand, he reaches up for one of hers, palm facing upwards.

"I figured that would be your reply."

He smirked at her and picked up the bottle, pouring more of the alcohol into her glass. Once he had hers filled, he would refill his own glass, finishing off the bottle.

With all of the alcohol consumed, Gallagher was feeling warm as well, —

— "Think you're ready for another glass?"

— Maybe one day, I'll have something more to show off."

He did spot the small ones on her arm, but again, the tattoos caught more of his attention instead. The way they framed her body, he found himself looking over them once more before his gaze flickered back to her.

—

"Having more to show off would be fun, yeah?"

As far as scars went for him, he knew he definitely had a couple here and there. Small ones from getting nicked, nothing major.

"Scars can have some good stories too. I ain't got nothing to really share in terms of scars. —

— He couldn't quite recall what it was though.

— He'd tilt his head back and finish off what was left of the port in his glass before setting it down besides him.

"Or maybe you could be a bit cheeky and get something on the hip."

There was another question that he had on his mind, it was on the tip of his tongue. —

"Aye, I wouldn'a mind helping out with that. Maybe you could continue what you got going on up here," Gallagher made a gesture towards his shoulders and down his arms.

"And do something similar down your legs, knees and feet, perhaps."

—

— Was it those or the collar bones that hurt the most?"

Taking another sip of the port, he found that he couldn't stop looking at her. And it wasn't just the alcohol that was doing it either.

"Think you'll end up getting any more in the future?"

Gallagher leaned back a little bit with his glass in hand as she removed her shirt.

His gaze was drawn to the ones on her collarbones and moved down her shoulders, are and eventually her hands.

"Simple and elegant, I see. It suits you well. I imagine the ones on the hands were fun to get. —

— "What kind o' ink do you have, lass? I'd certainly like to see, if ye wouldn't mind."

— He would fold the fabric back to show off the rest of the tramp stamp, the words "Feeling Lucky?" in ink across his lower back.

"That son of a bitch is why I'm called 'Lucky'."

He'd smooth the fabric back out and settle back down on the floor with his glass of port.

—

"There's a story behind this one down here. I lost a bet that involved getting a tattoo, any kind of placement but it had to be of whatever the other person said you had ta get."

"And I, just for the hell of it, said that I'd do a tramp stamp, cause it'd stay mostly covered up. But well . . ."

—

— but there was a smaller tattoo that was poking up from where the kilt met with open skin. It . . . Looked like a tramp stamp.

— The ODST untucked his shirt from underneath his kilt and pulled it off from over his head. In the middle of his chest, there was a Celtic cross.

He would then turn around to display a flaming pod tattoo that he had on his upper back,

—

— he figured it might be better to leave it alone. After all, he wanted tonight to be a more positive experience for her.

When she inquired about tattoos, Gallagher couldn't stop the grin pulling across his face.

"Aye, I can give ye a show if you'd like. I've got a few."

—

Gallagher lifted his glass to take a whiff of it before sipping on it as she spoke. He did have to wonder though when she'd mentioned being unrelated to her parents, it did catch his attention.

Part of him had wanted to ask for clarification, but given how she'd switched topics, —

— He's doing well wi' his husband and daughter though, I'm glad he was able to settle down after all o' that shite."

— I suppose that combination was what gave me the talents that I have."

Gallagher swirled the drink in his glass a bit, aeriating it just a touch.

"Donnie was decently tall too, though the lad was medically discharged years ago. Paralyzed from the waist doon after a drop went awry. —

"Well, I'd say it probably comes from having had tall parents. Mum's pretty menacing when she wants to be, and I remember my Pa was pretty big fer his height."

He paused for a brief moment before continuing on.

"Ah, me Mum's Irish and me father was Scottish. —

— Gallagher's shoulders relaxed some, the ODST leaning back in a more reclined kind of position.

"I'm impressed you've been able take hold your liquor as well as ye have. I take it you're an enthusiast yourself, yeah?"

"Thank you. I like to think I ken how to make a lovely lady like yourself satisfied."

A soft grin pulled across his face as he took a other sip of the port, lowering the glass to speak again.

"I will admit, I've got myself a fair bit of experience. An I can tell you ken how ta kiss."

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