When the group of Top Gun graduates were finishing up their beach day, which Dakota had to admit was a treat to her eyes; Hangman had come up with the bright idea to meet up for dinner at a beach front restaurant, one that was along the pier a few miles down the road.

So, the two girls drove down the sea wall, the evening sun of San Diego shining down on her toned legs through the windshield, the air conditioning of the car cool on her exposed skin. She had chosen on a light blue sun dress, the cotton material letting the wind blow of the late summer night drift against her body, a pair of high top white converse paired with it.

A light hand was placed on her mid thigh as Phoenix rested her other hand atop the steering wheel. She rubbed soothing circles into her skin, occasionally gripped it softly; something the two of them have done ever since the academy. Natasha had chosen on a pair of loose jeans with a sheer black top, exposing her pink bralette that she wore underneath; the outfit being chosen by Dakota, claiming she needed to wear something to catch Halo's attention during dinner.

"You okay?" Natasha questioned, once they pulled up to a red light. She watched as her friend pulled her glossed lips into a thin line, "Yeah, just still confused 'bout what happened on the beach." She played with the hem of her dress, turning her head to her, placing her hand over the one that was on her thigh. Phoenix giggled quietly, her foot pressing on the gas as the light turned green. "I gotta agree. That shit didn't happen during Top Gun did it?" Dakota shook her head, "No that's the thing! And I don't even think I was doin' anything for him to get mad at."

A small pout on her lips, Phoenix just gave her a slightly sympathetic look, as her gaze settled down on the hem of her dress once more, her fingers playing with it again. A wave of comforting silence washing over the car, the soft hum of the radio helping the thickness of the atmosphere settle. She looked out the window, as various beach front hotels and buildings passed by, the occasional palm tree planted in between them, the soft pink hues of the sunset in the horizon painted over the sky.

"We're here." Natasha said, as she pulled the keys out of the ignition, taking her hand off her friend's thigh as she unbuckled her seat belt. Dakota sighed, as she opened her door and closed it, walking around the front of the car, meeting the older, her hand automatically lacing with hers.

The two of them walked down the sidewalk toward the cross walk, given that they had to park across the street from the pier since there was no parking along the sea wall. The soft ocean breeze blew through her hair, smelling of salt and a light hint of sunscreen, making dim goosebumps erupt over her exposed skin.

She watched as Hangman, Payback, Fanboy, Coyote, Bob, and Rooster walked towards them, all of them wearing some version of a buttoned down shirt, with nice slacks, and a pair of dress shoes. Dakota's breath hitched involuntarily as she just got the slightest glimpse at Bradley; a maroon button down falling around his shoulders, the sleeves of it rolled up to he elbows, exposing his strong forearms; his muscular legs were covered in black jeans, a gold chain dangling from his neck, swinging along his collar bones as he walked. She inhaled, biting the inside of her cheek.

"Well don't you two ladies look nice." Hangman spoke as they walked up to them, a smirk on his sharp features. Phoenix chuckled lightly, "'Sup bagman, you clean up good." A loud tsk of his tongue, "I know I do." He stated, the grin on his face deepening. The two girls rolled their eyes at his words.

Once Bradley found his gaze to settle on Dakota, he swore he felt all the blood drain south. The soft pink hues from the sunset casting a rosy glow over her tan skin. Her curls pulled back from her face, showing her features; the dress is what killed him the most. The light blue material in contrast with her skin, the hem of it ending around her mid-thigh, her collar bones exposing the faintness of the marks that he left along her skin.

He felt his cock twitch lightly once she saw her eyes roam his body; her innocent looking gaze fucking with his mind as he watched her, her chest rising up and down slightly faster due to her breathing.

She turned her head at the feeling of Phoenix pulling on her hand, the group of pilots walking across the street, where Halo, Fritz, Yale, and Omaha waited. Dakota squeezed Natasha's hand lightly, making the older furrow her eye brows. She motioned her head to the female who stood on the sidewalk, her gaze trailing up and down Phoenix's body discreetly. "There's your girl Nat." A smirk on her glossed lips as she watched a light blush cover her friend's cheeks.

Dakota stood back, watching as her friend walked up to Halo, a bright smile planted on her soft features. Her heart clenched ever so lightly at the sight, she loved when Natasha had a crush, she thought it was the cutest thing; given that the woman is never one to blush, or become flustered.

An arm swung a across her shoulders from behind, "What is up Mustang?" The voice of Payback spoke, dragging the female with him as they walked toward the pier. A small smile was on her lips as she wrapped her arm around his torso, "Damn Payback, all you gotta say to me after no speakin' to me at all today?" She looked up at him as he laughed lightly. "Man I couldn't given I was trying not to get tackled all day, and plus you sat out. Like a pussy." Her jaw dropped, as she tried to get rid of the smile that was threatening to pull at her lips. She pinched the skin along his ribs, "Hey! I did play for a bit," She shrugged her shoulders, "I just got tired of being body slammed by you, mister."

The weight of his arm came off her shoulders, when they arrived at the steps to the restaurant, the bright white blue lights of the letters plastered above the entryway casting a blue glow to absorb into the pilots' skin.

Rooster watched from behind as the two of the talked, a feeling trickling over his mind at the sight of them. Her hand wrapped around his torso, his arm around her small frame, pulling her body against his. He felt his hand clench slightly in his pockets, the conversation that he was once having with Coyote falling on deaf ears, all his sensed preoccupied on the woman in front of him. His eyes drifted down to Payback's hand, watching as it trailing up slowly towards her hand once they walked through the doors of the restaurant. Rooster couldn't handle it anymore, he walked between the two of them, muttering a quiet 'excuse me', claiming he needed to talk to Yale about something. It was total bullshit.

Dakota's body was flush against his as he pushed his way between her and Payback, his large hands planted briefly on her waist as he walked by, causing a quiet gasp to emit from her lips; a soft heat erupting in her lower stomach at the feeling.

The group of them gathered around a table that was placed outside on the balcony of the restaurant, the soft glow of the string lights they had strung up, the sounds of waves crashing against waves, a soothing white noise in the back ground, the soft ocean breeze brushing over the pilots.

She sat down, pulling her dress down her thighs as everyone joined her; Phoenix sat next to her, flashing a small smile her way as she rose her eye brows, clenching her teeth in excitement given that Halo was sat on the other side of her. Dakota felt a leg brush hers underneath the white table cloth, having her turn her head at the person.

Suddenly, her whole vocabulary went out of her head, she swallowed harshly. Bradley Bradshaw was sat next to her, his mahogany scent flooding her nose, causing all her other senses to react; her pupils dilating, her heart beat rising, tongue darting out to wet her lips, the heat in her lower stomach blossoming all over her body. Fuck.

He loved seeing her in this state: trying to contain her uncontrollable reactions to him, her face flushed, her hardened nipples slightly visible under the thin material of her dress; he smirked, letting his fingers drag over her thigh under the table as he placed his napkin over his knee.

Rooster watched as her breath hitched, her mouth being quick to close as her eyes widened. He chuckled lowly, this was going to be fun. His eyes couldn't help but drift over to her every now and then, watching her lips moved as she spoke, her hands moving as she told a story that frankly, he didn't really care about at the moment. He always loved how her body reacted to his touch, no matter if the two of them were alone, or in front of the U.S. President.

She had slowly gotten quieter, in the few minutes that they've been sat down, once she was finished with her story, she just took small sips of her iced water, adding input here and there. "You good?" he watched Phoenix mouth to her, only for her to nod her head at her words, a smile on her lips as she played it off. But Bradley knew the reason she was quiet; his hand was planted firmly on her thigh at this point, running the tips of his fingers along her sensitive skin, loving how goosebumps arose.

He smirked deeply, the feeling of his hand being between her thighs as she pressed them together. Rooster was talking at the point, so nonchalantly; like he wasn't feeling up the girl beside him underneath the table.

Dakota watched as he just carried on a conversation, while his hand traveled further and further up her thigh, leaving a fiery feeling bubbling along the skin in its trail. God her body was so turned on right now. And she hated it; the way he acted like nothing was going on under the table, talking to Coyote across the table.

The pad of his thumb reached her underwear, the hem of her dress hiked up as his hand gripped her thigh. Her breath hitched in her throat at the feeling. She pressed her lips into a thin line, once she felt his thumb lightly press on her covered clit; her delicate fingers wrapped around his wrist while the other gripped the edge of the table.

Out of her peripherals, she watched him give her a look, 'Is this okay?' Her face flushed, lightly nodding her head, holding her breath.

His forefinger pushed her underwear to the side, feeling her wetness on the material and her core, as he spread her slick around, coating his fingers. Dakota spread her thighs apart ever so slightly, still keeping her composure, taking small sips of her water when her mouth was dry, which was often during this moment.

She gasped lightly, as he applied a much needed pressure to her clit with his thumb, his fingers spreading apart her lips, causing her to buck her hips lightly.

"Yo Mustang," Hangman spoke from across the table, a smirk on his lips as he set his glass down on the table after taking a drink. "You okay? you're all red." It's almost like the bastard knew. She shook her head, her hand around Bradley's wrist tightening, as he pushed a finger inside of her. "Y-Yeah," she stuttered, cursing herself mentally. "Yeah I'm good, just got a little hot in the car." She sent a smile, feeling more blood flood her cheeks as Rooster moved his finger, teasing her clit with his thumb once more.

The table quickly went back to whatever story Bob was telling, his words going in one ear and out the other, the feeling of Bradley's finger curling inside of her, making her grind her hips against the palm of his hand, desperate for any type of friction against her bundle of nerves.

A deepening pit appeared in her stomach as he added another finger, the tips of them brushing over her g-spot. She but her lip, hard; trying so hard to keep quiet, knowing damn well Bradley is laughing at her in his mind.

But god, just the sight of him made her senses heightened, making the dim euphoric feeling intensify in her lower stomach. The thought that someone could just bend over and look underneath the table and catch them made the scene all the more erotic in her mind.

She felt her thighs begin to shake as the pit deepened in her stomach, a clench around his fingers, just on the edge of a euphoric meltdown, when suddenly the whole feeling was pulled away.

Her jaw went slack, her cheeks flushed as her eyebrows furrowed, turning her head to the man whose fingers entered his mouth, a smirk on his lips as he pulled them out. Bradley's hand fell down to his crotch, quickly adjusting his hardened cock before going into a conversation with Hangman across the table.

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