*Colt was a little pathetic when it came to you.

At a first glance, he was the strong, silent type. A tall, hot, muscular stuntman with confidence and composure.

However, once you got to know him, he was one of the softest dummies you’d ever met. You could absolutely reduce him to a mess of affection, need, and idiocy.

it was like when you were around, his mind went stupid- he could only ever focus on you, tuning everything else out. There was no space in his mind for him to think of anything else.

he would grab you, squeeze you to him and mumble a plea for a kiss against your lips while he was already doing it. He would look down at your lips in public, in broad daylight, and let out soft, needy grunts. he would lean over in the middle of driving just to capture your mouth again… dangerous? yes. but years of doing dangerous crap at work make it mundane to him.

and, importantly, all of the affection in your relationship, every kiss, every time you slept together, was initiated by him.

it was nice. but falling into that routine meant that now, lying in bed watching some movie, you didn’t exactly know how to ask for the attention you wanted so bad.

of course, he’s happy watching the action slop. But now you need to ask for what you wanted.