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That Lovin' Feelin' (Part 2) - Goose

Pairing: Nick "Goose" Bradshaw / Mitchell! Fem! OC | Reader

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings: Intense Mutual Pining, Suggestive Language, Making Out, References to Sex but Nothing Actually Happens, Super Awkward Situations, Second Person ("You") POV, No Description of Reader No Use of Y/N

Reader is mentioned to be a woman, but there is no description of anything appearance wise. Reader is Maverick's twin sister and a nurse at the naval hospital.

This work, all of my other works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only.

Summary: You and Goose go out on your first date. Maverick is still oblivious and unaware. But another Top Gun student makes an unintentional discovery.

A.N. In this work, let's just imagine that Goose and Carole never crossed paths and Carole is off living her best life elsewhere. Absolutely no shade to Carole, just wanted some Goose love. And I guess sorry Bradley for wiping away your existence.

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About two days after you went out with Goose and Maverick to the O Club on their first night at Top Gun, your phone rang. Picking it up off the hook, you held it to your ear with your shoulder as you continued to cook yourself dinner.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” Goose replied, adding your name on the end softly. “How’s it going, honey?”

“It’s good. Just making dinner. How’s Top Gun going?”

“Well, you know that woman that Maverick was messing around with at the bar?”

“Yeah, what about her?”

“She’s one of our instructors,” Goose revealed, causing you to pause.

“She’s one of your instructors?” you repeated quietly, grabbing the phone again.

“Yeah. She’s a civilian contractor from the Pentagon.”

You shook your head and hung it for a moment as you prepared a scolding for the next time that you saw your twin brother. Picking your head up again, you let out a breath.

“You know, of course, my stupid brother picked his instructor to flirt with at a bar full of plenty of other women,” you replied, shaking your head. Smiling bashfully when you heard Goose’s loud laugh from the other end of the line, you looked down at the ground. “And what about you, Goose? Staying out of trouble? Going grey from keeping Maverick out of trouble?”

“Not yet, no,” Goose mused humorously before he trailed off. There was a brief pause and you momentarily wondered if the call dropped, but then Goose’s voice cut through again. “Actually, I was wondering if you would be up for some . . . trouble?”

“Trouble?” you repeated, confused.

“The drive-in,” Goose clarified with an embarrassed laugh. “You know, like we talked about at the O Club?” You opened your mouth to respond but Goose beat you to it with a disclaimer. “But if you’re busy or it was just a joke or I’m just bad at reading signals, that’s totally fine.”

“Goose,” you called before he could ramble on, “I’d love to go to the drive-in with you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, silly Goose,” you teased, earning a relieved laugh from him.

“Well, when are you free, honey?”

“Let me see,” you hummed, glancing up at your calendar.

Thinking over your options, you grabbed the phone and covered it with your hand so that Goose couldn’t hear anything that you did. You took a deep breath to summon some courage before placing the phone against your ear again.

“Are you free tonight?” you asked softly.

“Tonight?”

“Yeah,” you replied more confidently. “I mean, I know that it’s late notice and everything, so if you’ve already got plans, I understand.”

“No, no, no,” Goose quickly responded, sounding like he leapt to his feet. “I’m free tonight.”

“Great,” you breathed out, trying to quiet your heart flutters. “Pick me up at eight.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll see you then.”

“Great. Bye, Goosie.”

“Bye, honey.”

You hung up the phone and let out a breath before a giddy laugh escaped your lips. Holding your hands to your mouth to quiet yourself, you leaned against your kitchen countertop. God, you felt like a teenager again. You glanced up at the clock and quickly straightened up.

“Holy shit, I have no time!” you scolded yourself before running over to your bedroom.

Meanwhile, in Goose’s temporary housing, Goose was anxiously sorting through his collection of Hawaiian shirts. He didn’t want to wear anything too aggressively patterned or bright but he also didn’t want to look drab and boring. He eventually picked out a soft and silky white and gray Hawaiian shirt with white birds and dandelion seeds on it.

Goose took a quick shower, made sure that he smelled like cologne rather than jet fuel, and styled his hair. Pulling on his hand-picked Hawaiian shirt and slipping on his shoes, Goose grabbed his keys and was about to head out the door when Maverick walked into the house.

And, well, Goose almost shit himself.

“Hey, Mav,” Goose called nervously, trying to not sweat through his shirt. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Maverick replied, shrugging his shoulders. “Just wondering if you wanted to go and grab some dinner in town.” Maverick noted the nicer Hawaiian shirt and the clear smell of Goose’s fancier cologne and smirked. “But it seems like you already have some plans.”

“I wouldn’t call them plans,” Goose tried to laugh off but Maverick was annoyingly persistent.

“No, no, you’ve got a date, don’t you?” Maverick asked, proudly smiling at Goose.

Oh, if only Mav knew which girl Goose was taking out.

“I’ve got some . . . events that I need to attend,” Goose replied, trying to skirt around Maverick. He patted his pilot on the shoulder and forced a smile that definitely wasn’t extremely anxious before slipping out the door. “But we’ll get dinner in town tomorrow, Mav, okay?”

“Wait, wait,” Maverick called, turning for Goose. “Don’t forget protection.”

“I’m not going to need that,” Goose desperately tried to insist.

“Better safe than sorry,” Maverick reasoned, ducking inside for a moment.

Goose tried to not shit his pants again when Maverick tossed him condoms from his bathroom. Catching them, Goose quickly shoved them into his back pocket to try and avoid looking at them. Those condoms were cursed now. He was going to have to throw them away or something. He was not using those condoms. And especially not with you. Not after that.

There was definitely a spot reserved for him in hell for this whole shitshow.

“I don’t want to become an uncle just yet,” Maverick joked, causing Goose to instantly freeze.

“What?” Goose choked out, trying to not pass out.

“Well, I’m obviously going to be the godfather of any of your kids, right?” Maverick quipped, walking down the front steps towards Goose.

“Oh, yeah, of course, Mav,” Goose agreed, nodding quickly.

So, Maverick didn’t know about this date with you. Phew.

“Hey,” Maverick called, grabbing Goose by his shoulders. “Relax. Girls like confident naval aviators. You look like you’re about to shit out an egg there, Goose.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Mav,” Goose replied, gently nudging Maverick’s hands off of him. “Thanks.”

“Any time. Let me know how it goes.”

“Oh, I will,” Goose chuckled, walking over to the Bronco. Once Maverick was inside his own housing unit, Goose quickly added, “not.” Gripping the steering wheel tightly, Goose rested his head on his knuckles and let out a string of curses. “You’re one sick bastard, Nick Bradshaw. There’s no saving you now after that.”

Straightening up, Goose took a deep breath and started the Bronco to go and pick you up. He just hoped that the rest of the night went smoothly after that fiasco. The fiasco that he definitely wasn’t going to mention to you.

Meanwhile, you were back at your house, finishing up getting ready. Holding up two shades of lipstick, you tried to figure out which one worked better with your dress. And maybe which one would be better at convincing Goose to kiss you at some point in the night. Picking the bolder shade and remembering some tips from your coworkers, you finished applying it as the Bronco pulled up.

Quickly shoving your lipstick into your purse and a few other things just in case you needed a touch up, you moved to lock up your house. Your dress swished and twirled as you hurried towards the Bronco. Goose leaned over and opened the door for you, which made you smile.

“Hey,” you greeted him as you slid inside.

“Hey, yourself, honey,” Goose replied with a wink, which caused you to laugh. “Do you know where we’re going?”

“Yeah, I’ll give you directions,” you promised, pulling on your seatbelt.

The drive-in was about half full when you and Goose rolled up. Goose parked the Bronco towards the back and you set up the speakers before settling in for the movie. But you were quite sure that no one came to the drive-in for the movie, based on the number of cars that were foggy or rocking back and forth only ten minutes into the film.

“Some people don’t waste any time,” you remarked, noting the car right in front of you.

It wasn’t exactly the largest car and it wasn’t jacked up like the Bronco was, which probably made it easier for it to rock back and forth. But holy hell they weren’t even trying to be subtle. You shared a look with Goose and couldn’t help but burst out into laughter at the scene.

“Maybe he’s shipping out tomorrow,” Goose joked, leaning back in his seat.

“Got to get it in,” you giggled, sharing a smile with Goose.

About twenty minutes into the film, however, you could understand why everyone else in the drive-in seemed to be far more interested in their fellow vehicular occupant than the actual movie itself. The thing was a complete bore. And that was what you got for getting antsy and picking the day without checking the movie.

“Maybe I should have picked a different night,” you stated, turning to Goose with a sheepish smile.

“No, no, no,” Goose quickly stuttered out, shaking his head rapidly. “No, I’m having a great time.”

“Goose?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you even know what the main character’s name is?” you asked softly, trying to hide your grin.

“Well . . . he looks like a . . . John?” Goose guessed incorrectly, causing you to laugh quietly.

“I’ll look at the movie list first next time,” you replied, leaning back in your seat.

“No, it’s fine,” Goose insisted, turning to face you. “Let’s just ignore the movie then.” Resting his head on his hand as he smiled over at you, Goose simply focused on you and nothing else. “Talk to me, honey, how was your day?”

“Fine. I had the day off work, so I caught up on a lot of errands and things. Nothing quite as exciting as being a RIO or anything like that.”

“Hey, now, placing a stamp on the corner of an envelope at the right angle takes a lot of skill,” Goose joked, earning a smile from you. “Are you working tomorrow?”

“No,” you stated, rotating over so that you were facing him fully too. “So, I’ve got all the time in the world for you right now, Goosie.”

“You flatter me, honey.”

“I’m trying to,” you quipped, shooting him a wink.

You and Goose stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment, just taking in each other’s presence. Goose glanced down at your lips as you slightly parted them. Your heart started to stutter as Goose leaned in a bit closer, causing your eyes to slowly flutter closed. But when you were able to literally feel Goose’s body warmth, he paused in his approach.

“I don’t want to misread the situation and dig myself a hole that I’ll never get out of, so do you want me to kiss you or—”

You leaned up and connected your lips in a soft, short peck, cutting off Goose’s question. Pulling back with a small smile, you opened your eyes a bit.

“Yeah, I’d really like you to kiss me.”

And that was all the indication that Goose needed to lean forward and press his lips to yours. You quickly responded to the kiss, gently cupping Goose’s cheek with your hand. Your lips moved in sync as the movie completely forgotten, and nothing else mattered except for each other.

Goose pulled back a bit and trailed kisses down your cheek and neck. You felt like you were floating on Cloud 9 and sucked in a breath when Goose pressed against a spot behind your ear that caused your grip on him to tighten.

“No marks,” he promised you, pulling back slightly.

“I don’t care about that,” you replied, pulling his chin up and back to your lips.

You slipped over, moving to sit on Goose’s lap while never breaking the kiss. Goose wrapped his arm around your waist to hold you to his chest and trailed a hand up to your hair. Feeling you start to grind down on him, Goose grabbed your ass.

“Careful, honey, these jeans are already tight,” Goose breathed out, nipping at your chin.

“Well, you’re free to lose them if you’d like, Lieutenant,” you replied, pressing a heated kiss to his lips. “Otherwise, I can get off.”

“Don’t you dare,” Goose returned, causing you to chuckle and nuzzle Goose’s nose with your own.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

You and Goose reconnected your lips as your hands started to roam a bit more. And you were so caught up in each other that you didn’t even notice that the rocking from the car right in front of you stopped and a familiar face emerged.

Slider sat up in his car and glanced around the drive-in. Looking back in his rearview mirror, Slider paused when he recognized the car. A bright blue Bronco. Goose had that car. And then Slider’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull when he noticed a familiar woman sitting in Goose’s lap.

Was that . . . Maverick’s sister?

Holy shit, Goose went to the drive-in to mess around with Maverick’s sister.

You pulled Goose down with you onto the front seat, the both of you far too wrapped up in each other to notice Slider staring back at you. Slider let out a low whistle as he shook his head.

“Goose, you dog,” he chuckled, unable to help the smirk.

“What was that?” Slider’s date asked, sitting up as well with her top on properly now.

“Nothing, just watching the show.”

Back in the Bronco, you and Goose were still making out. This wasn’t exactly how either of you planned for the night to go, but it was like as soon as your lips touched for the first time, you couldn’t get enough of the other. Kissing Goose felt like coming up for air after being underwater for so long and you didn’t want to stop.

Trailing your hand down his back, you slipped it into the back of his jeans. You intended to just give him a teasing squeeze, but paused when you felt a wrapper. A condom wrapper. Pulling back from the kiss, you sat up a bit and pulled the condom wrapper out to inspect it.

“Oh, no, I didn’t,” Goose stammered out nervously.

He was worried that you were going to interpret him bringing a condom on your first date as him assuming that you would put out on your first date. And he didn’t want to seem like you were just a conquest or some forbidden fruit that he wanted a taste of and nothing more.

“Your brother caught me as I was leaving and he gave it to me and—”

“—My brother gave you this condom?” you nearly screeched, whipping around to face Goose.

“Not like that!” Goose quickly shouted, starting to mildly panic. “He doesn’t know that I’m out with you right now—”

“—Well, I would hope not if he handed you a condom,” you deadpanned, staring down at it again.

“No, of course, I just—I didn’t think that I needed it—not that I don’t want to have sex with you—I mean, I do if you want to but I’m not expecting sex with you—not that I don’t want to be intimate or have a physical relationship with you, but I don’t want just a physical relationship because you’re more than just a hook up to me and—”

“—Goose,” you cut him off, worried that he was going to go on for the rest of the night.

“Yeah?”

Goose winced, expecting for you to want him to drive you home and never speak about this night again. But you simply studied the condom for a second before turning back to him.

“This is your condom?” you asked holding it up.

“Yeah, why?”

You shrugged nonchalantly and handed the condom back to Goose. He tossed it in the glove compartment for now and planned to destroy it later. You smoothed down your dress and your hair before turning back to Goose. You were a bit flustered after reading the label and offered Goose a small smile and tried not to glance down at his jeans.

“No reason.” Three seconds later, however, you burst out into laughter when you realized just how badly your lipstick bled all over Goose’s mouth. Your remaining lipstick was probably smeared just as badly all over your own face. “Oh my God, it looks like I ripped your lips apart with my lipstick.”

Goose pulled down the visor and checked in the mirror to see, in fact, that your bright red lipstick was slathered all over his lips, chin, cheeks in random patches. Closing up the visor, Goose turned back to you with a proud smirk.

“I’ll wear it like a badge of honor, honey.”

“I’ll fix you up before you go home. There’s no way that you’ll get it all off on your own,” you giggled, trailing your finger around his lips.

Goose puckered his lips and pressed a kiss to your finger, causing you to smile. He gently grabbed your hand and rubbed his thumb along the back of it.

“This is going to be complicated, isn’t it?” he asked you softly, causing you to nod slowly.

“Yeah, but I think that you’re worth the trouble,” you mused confidently.

“That’s the nicest thing that someone has ever said to me on a first date before,” Goose joked, threading his fingers through your own. The two of you smiled at each other before Goose added, “But it’s probably best that we take things a little slower than normal.”

“Yeah, definitely,” you agreed, nodding along.

The two of you turned back to the movie for a brief moment before Goose turned back to you.

“But we can make out slowly, right?”

You let out a laugh and cupped Goose’s cheeks with your hands, pulling him back to your lips once again. And all was well in the world. But with a witness to your supposed-to-be secret date, it was probably only going to last for so much longer.

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