The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Her heart involuntarily speeding up, Bradshaw. The muscular man strutted up to his fellow pilots, a smirk firmly planted on his lip, as his aviator sunglasses were still placed on the bridge of his nose. He wore an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt with a wife beater tank and jeans, and his wavy brown hair messy, on top of his head.

God he looked good, she thought, but the memory of that night still sharp and prominent in her mind, flushing the intimate thoughts that once took place in her mind. She leaned against the barstool, trying to stay (at best) out of sight from him, "Ah yes, Rooster!" Hangman started, as Payback and Fanboy stood behind him, smiles plastered on his face. "Or as I like to call him," Bradley took off his sunglasses and placed them along the neck of his wife beater, "Cock," a small chuckle erupted from all of them, Phoenix and Mustang staying back and quietly judging the men, smirks tugging at both their lips.

His baritone voice took a beat, "Yeah, and as I like to call you," He stole the pool stick from Hangman, leaning over, "Shitman." he aimed as he hit him in the gut, cauising the blond male to double over. Laughter bellowing out of the naval aviators. Payback nodded towards the two females while taking his place along with Fanboy on the window sills again, "You girls have awfully quiet," a hint of playfulness in his tone.

Phoenix spoke up, while walking toward the table, "Mhm, wouldn't want my mind to get clouded with the arrogance of you assholes," Dakota chuckled lowly at her comeback, yet not daring to look in his direction. She could feel his gaze in her though, making her body react in ways that only he could produce. Fuck. He slowly drunk her in, the way her uniform hugged her curves, her jawline sharper than when he last saw her, the freckles on her cheek more prominent, along with the freckles that were on her chest peeking underneath the unbuttoned portion of her uniform. He swallowed harshly.

When Dakota finally looked in his way, she felt herself inhale quickly, his eyes were roaming her body, and all of a sudden she felt exposed, yet a part of her she didn't want to come to terms with didn't mind his eyes wandering her. She cursed herself mentally. Dakota drunk him in like a drug, and she was the addict. His muscular body did things to her she would never admit. He could pull off a Hawaiian shirt, surprisingly.

She looked away before his eyes could meet hers, her cheeks, much to her dismay, heating up, flushing a bright pink color. "Rooster!" Phoenix started, walking towards him, "Long time no see," the beat of Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin'  echoed throughout the bar. He looked down at her, "Same for you, hey how's that girl you were seeing what's her name again-" before he could finish, the short woman punched him in the chest. Hard.

A snort came from Dakota, turning the attention to her, "Aw what's the matter Bradshaw?" she slowly walked towards him, a look of confidence overshadowing her beating heart and hot, golden skin. He looked down at her, his eye brows raised, she noticed his breathing pick up ever so slightly, she smirked, "Can't take a friendly punch?" The two were face to face, their fellow pilots holding their breath, waiting for at least one of them to throw a punch. Yet Phoenix was the only one who knew what went on between them. 'Horny bastards' she thought.

Bradley scoffed at her statement, "Despite me going months without seeing you," he started, leaning in slightly, "I still can't stand to look at your sorry excuse for a face," She clenched her jaw, running her tongue over her cheek, "I see you still haven't shaved that fucking shit stain on your lip," He huffed as she walked back to her spot next to Phoenix, she picked up a nearby beer and took a swig, keeping eye contact with him as she ran her tongue over her bottom lip, smirking.

Natasha leaned over to her friend, whispering in her ear, "God, stop mentally fucking him right now." Mustang turned her head toward her,  "I swear to God Nat I'll slap you so hard you'll go into a coma for the next five years if you don't shut the fuck up," a smile forming on Phoenix's lips, "Nothing is gonna happen between us every again," Dakota stated, while watching him unplug the jukebox and walk over to the piano, putting his aviators back on the bridge of his nose, playing a few dissonant chords.

The Naval pilots followed him to the piano, gathering around it and watching him. Dakota leaned over the piano, resting her elbows on it as she dangled the beer, swishing it around. She watched his hands, as his long fingers expertly glided over the keys. His hands flexing, veins popping, she felt her cheeks flush; She missed his rough, experienced hands.

He started playing the notes to a song that despite her hate towards him, made her smile.

"You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain," The whole bar started singing along with Rooster, as he threw his head back, smiling. "GOODNESS GRACIOUS GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!" Dakota wrapped her arm around Payback, him throwing his arm over her shoulders pulling her closer to him as they sung along with the man at the piano.

"Kiss me baby!" She sung along, every now and then shooting a glance at Bradley, her heart pounding for some ungodly reason that she didn't know. "Whoa, it feels good,"

In that moment, surrounded by the people she grew to care for during her time in Top Gun, the sound of everyone singing along, the warm air surrounding everyone in that bar. Dakota felt at home, something she hasn't felt since she's gotten back from her mission, no matter how many times her and Phoenix cuddle, or tan at the beach. And with Bradley Bradshaw, she just hoped that his cocky, sexy ass didn't distract her during this mission call.

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ANOTHER ONE? YES🤭 i'm hella proud of this but i just feel so awkward because i never know how to end them😭😭 BUT i hope this gave just a little more insight to Rooster and Mustang's relationship. I THINK I WROTE SEXUAL TENSION? I HOPE? anyways until tomorrow you horny bastards. make out session may or may not be in the next chap 🫣🫣