The idea for this story would not leave me alone! So I thought well why not try it out, so I wanted to share it with you guys, feedback is greatly appreciated so I know whether to continue on or not :) so bear with me, it's a working progress.
Snap. Click. Snap. Click
"Uhh Tuck..earth to Tuck?" FDR's voice rang out.
"Hmm? Sorry Mate, did you say something?" He answered, shaking off his trance.
"Um, yeah I was asking you to knock that clicking off. What's with you today?" FDR replied, referring to Tuck's unusually timid behavior.
"I just realized this is my last day in the office, for awhile at least." Tuck admitted, continuing to fidget with his pen cap.
"Aww come on man, you'll be back in a few months. It's a short mission, in and out I'm sure. Plus the wedding's tomarrow, it'll be a great last bang before you ship off." He reminded his troubled partner.
"I suppose. The only real down fall is I am being assigned a new partner while I'm over there." Tuck sighed perching his lips.
"Maybe he won't be so bad. Hey how about we get you laid before you go, Lauren's got some friends, the one has such a Huge..personality." He motioned towards his chest, signally the woman had large breats as a wide grin slipped across his lips.
"A nice going away present for ya." FDR persuaded.
"I..I don't know, Mate." Tuck shook his head lightly, he had always been shy when it came to women. He'd had his fair share of relationships don't be mistaken but he was nothing like FDR who was a little too bold when it came to the opposite sex. Though he was now about to 'settle down' with Lauren Tuck still caught him being awfully friendly with girls he ran into from time to time.
"Ohh no it's a done deal, I'm gonna get Boobs McGee to play with your British Willl.. good afternoon Collins." FDR's choked on his words as he realized his boss approaching.
Tuck stifled his laughter as he watched his partner's horrified expression.
"Ook yeah, I'm not going to ask. I need you both to leave early today, there's an important agent meeting scheduled soon. Long story short I don't need any screw ups so I'd like you two to be as far away from this office as possible." Collins informed, glancing between both men.
"Yes ma'm." They answered in unison.
"Sweeet.. So um, let's go get something to eat or do something. I'm kinda wanting to avoid Lauren as much as possible right now, she's kind of gone oh I don't know..crazy! Over the wedding plans." FDR raised his large eyebrows as he continued to complain.
"Oh, well I would but I should finish packing. Since my flight's early the next morning after the wedding-" Tuck explained, slipping his jacket off the back of his chair and onto his muscular shoulders.
"That's perfect, we'll pick up something to eat, go back to your place, I'll crash on your couch and you can pack." He decided, slapping Tuck hard on the back as they exited the elevator.
Tuck's POV
In all honesty I actually was glad I was being relocated, be away from the reminders of my failed marriage, and attempted relationship with Lauren, I needed a change of scenery. Don't get me wrong I loved both Lauren and FDR, it was evident that they truly loved each other but their relationship was just another reminder of how I wasn't what someone wanted. I would defiantly miss Joe though, the only positive thing that came out of mine and Katie's relationship. I had noticed though that he had become increasingly interested in girls, meaning hanging out with the old man had suddenly become 'lame'. Plus it would be nice to be back in England again, maybe an English girl is what I needed.
"So where exactly in Britian are you from?" Her words slurred.
"I beg your pardon?" I shook my head, focusing on the intoxicated woman in front of me, who had a habit of running her hand up my thigh attempting to seduce me
"Oh, um, just south of London." My nose wrinkled at the smell of the heavy liquor that laced her breath.
I had to admit FDR was right about her rather large..lets call them 'attention getters' but other than her gifted chest her real personality fell rather flat.
"I think it's time for me to get going." I decided when I felt her getting increasingly close to unzipping my trousers.
"Oh, okay. Just let me grab my purse." She piped, to my dismay she had thought that was an invitation to come back to my place.
"Sorry, love but I can't. I actually have an early flight to catch tomarrow morning. So..maybe another time." I smiled weakly, prying her hand off my leg before standing.
"But wait...I can do this!" She exclaimed, stumbling to lift her leg behind her head, convincing me of her flexibility.
"Oh, right. I'll take a rain check." I replied, slipping on my suit jacket I practically sprinted away, in hot pursuit to find FDR. It was easy to find the newly married bastard, he was fairly drunk and a bit of a mess. I said my goodbyes and congratulations to Lauren before I made my way over to his swaying form as he attempted to keep his balance on the dance floor.
"Alright, Franklin. This is goodbye for now." I shouted over the booming speakers.
"Heyy! Where's McGee? Ooh did you do her in the bathroom already?Oh you dirty bird!" He slurred.
I couldn't help smile, he truly was making a fool out of himself, and he had no idea.
"No, I'm actually getting ready to go-" I was cut off by his sudden urge to wrap an arm around my shoulders.
"I'm gonna miss you man, I love you..alot. Imma come visit you, so keep an extra bed open for me!" He rather shouted against my ear, he then staggered to embrace me in a goodbye hug.
"Will do. Do have fun on that honeymoon." I slipped out of his grip, and began weaving through the crowded dance floor.
"Tuck! I got a cock ring!" He bellowed, a goofy grin plastered across his face.
I cringed as he shouted after me, I was perfectly fine being left in the dark when it came to their sex life. I simply nodded and waved my hand as I made my exit.
"Ooh finally." I breathed out when I opened my apartment door, overjoyed to be home.
I popped open a beer, happy to unfasten my bow tie, flinging it aimlessly on the couch before I headed towards the bedroom.
"Well, it's official. My last night in good ol' America." I breathed, lacing my hands behind my head, I stared up at the ceiling as sleep soon found me.
I shuffled through the line of people, patiently waiting as they found their seats. I scanned the plane for my section, taking my aisle seat I arranged myself until I sat comfortably. It was when I leaned up to adjust my jacket that I felt a hand on my shoulder. I glanced back, following the slim arm of the woman that began using me as her crutch. I was about to kindly ask her to remove her hand, and go find her seat, but my words caught in my throat when I caught sight of her face. Her honey brown curls framing her face. I turned towards her to get a better look at her eyes, shaded by a dark pair of sunglasses.
"I'm terribly sorry, sir I got a little dizzy. One two many scotches to calm my nerves I guess." She giggled, flashing me a stunning smile.
"It's quite alright, May I say your smile-" My words cut off as the stewardess approached and escorted her to her seat. I strained to see where she was seated. It was just my luck, the snack cart passed by blocking any chance of catching one last glimpse of her.
"Bloody hell." I cursed under my breath, couldn't a guy catch a break? I popped in my earbuds and layed back against the head rest, continueing to think of that beautiful mystery woman. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew was we were touching down on the all too familiar land I once called home.
So again I shuffled through the people, this time to exit the plane. I was instructed to wait in the lobby of the airport with the chauffeur, and there I would meet my new partner. We were then to be escorted to our hotel where we'd be staying for the time being. The only piece of information I had on the lad was that his name was Charlie. I rolled my eyes at the thought of some newbie, who I'd have to clean up after this entire time. I didn't like the thought of a new partner strictly because it takes quite some time to become aquinted with them, get use to their habits, and understand how they worked. I introduced myself to the chauffeur, it felt good to finally not be the only one with a British accent.
I sat down with a sigh, and glanced up at the clock. It must have been the millionth time that I scanned the crowd, when I saw her. Her heels clicking as they approached my row of seats. I glanced around wide eyed, checking to see if I was mistaken and she was really meeting someone behind me, but there wasn't anyone around. I felt my heart begin to pound, she must have purposely waited around, she wanted to see me again.
"Tuck Hansen?" She asked, lifting her glasses.
She knew my name? I don't remember introducing myself on the plane, was I losing it?
"Hi, I'm Charlie. Charlie Thompson." She extended her hand out, flashing me that familiar smile.
"Good to meet you, Miss Thompson. I'm your chauffeur for the day." The suited man chimed in as I sat there, confusion clouding my mind.
"Hello, thank you so much. I'm sorry I'm running a bit late, had a little run in on the plane. Too many scotches-"
"To calm the nerves. I met you on the plane, don't you remember? You leaned on my shoulder." I finished her sentence, standing to my feet.
"I thought I recognized you! I thought boy if all the British men look like this then sign me up for citizenship!" She giggled, a light shade of pink gracing her cheeks.
"I don't mean to intrude, but we are on a bit of a tight schedule. I am to take you to your hotel and later I am to take you to Mr. Roarke's flat." Our chauffeur informed, motioning us towards the glass doors. I grabbed my duffle bag, letting her take the lead, I followed close behind as she wheeled her suitcase.
"So is Charlie a family name or do your parents just like to mess with people?" I teased, opening the car door for her.
"Actually it's short for Charlotte. My dad really wanted a boy and my mom really liked the book Charlotte's Web so they kind of compromised in a way. Resulting in my nickname being Charlie." She explained.
Her red lips were so endearing.
"What kind of name is Tuck anyway. Tuck..fuck..duck.." She sang, sticking her tongue out before she slid into the car. Surprise written all over my face, such a salty mouth for such a lady. I liked it. I know my grin must have been goofy, but I couldn't shake it.
"I was just curious, I think Charlotte is a much to beautiful name to be crudely shortened. Do you mind if I call you Charlotte?" I stared over at those big brown eyes, throwing in a bit of charm as I slid into the seat next to her. I knew my complimented had gotten to her when I noticed her blush deepen.
"Sure." She whispered.
Charlotte's POV
Holy Shit...I should've come to Britian sooner. I didn't know how I was actually able to form coherent sentences, because when I stared up into those blue green eyes of his I could barely remember my name. But damn it when he said it, my name gracing those full lips, it had a whole new meaning. My name could have been Dumbass and I would've happily embraced it as long as it meant he was talking to me. I would have cursed Britian for hiding this beautiful man until he explained that he had been living in the U.S for quite some time and this was his first time back in awhile. So I mentally damned myself instead, he had been in the same country the whole time!
"So is this your first time traveling out of the U.S?" His captivating accent breaking through my deep thoughts.
"Oh, um, unfortunatly yes. I've always wanted to travel though, so when the agency offered me this oppurtuntiy I kind of pounced on it." I answered, taking a glance out at the beautiful city of London.
"I grew up just south of here actually, my parents and I moved to the U.S about 11 or so years ago. Blooming! I didn't realize it had been that long." He breathed out, pulling a smile from my lips, I was defiantly going to have to brush up on British slang.
"Aren't you coming, love?"
My heart skipped a beat, my breath caught in my throat. How could his simple words have such an effect on me? Focus, I need to focus I did not come here to be swept away by the first British guy that called me love.
"Yes sir." I opened my car door instead, avoiding his extended hand that threatened to send shocks through my body at the sudden feeling of his skin against mine.
"Right this way, Mr and Mrs Hansen." The clerk smiled and led us through the elevator.
I opened my mouth to object to her assumption of us being a married couple, but then again I realized maybe it was all part of our cover here in London. I caught Tuck's smirk as we entered the elevator, he made no attempt to correct her. The agency hadn't included all the details but it could very well be part of the plan. It was when we entered the room that I had a real objection, one I couldn't stifle. One room, one bed. Though the room was quite luxurious I certainly wasn't comfortable with sharing a bed with this man. I was sure my horomones would take control and I'd climb him like a tree before he had a chance to switch off the light. I fought back the thoughts of his lean body cuddled against mine, his naked body intertwined in the silk sheets...I need a beer.
"I'll take the couch, looks comfortable." I decided, carting my luggage next to the champagne colored piece of furniture.
"I don't think that's necessary. I can sleep there, please take the bed." He insisted, making his way over towards my designated bed. I was right. My body felt a jolt as soon as my fingertips brushed his chest, attempting to halt him in his tracks.
"Whoa there cowboy, I insist you take the bed. After all it's your first night back in your home country, can't have you sleeping on the couch like some frat boy." I dictated, arching my brow I started up at him.
"Well it's greatly appreciated, thank you." He said softly, locking his eyes on mine.
"They got a bar in this place?" I choked out, glancing around the room desperate to avoid his warm eyes.
"I believe there's a mini bar over there, but I'm sure there's one downstairs. Do all American's drink this early?" He chuckled, as I padded over towards the collection of glassware that held just the thing I needed. Mmmh scotch, you are my best friend today.
"Hey, the only reason I drank that early was because I hate planes." I argued, pouring myself a generous glass.
"Pardon me? Wait, how is it that you work for the CIA and yet you hate airplanes?" He arched a brow at my confession.
"I did say I've never been out of the U.S didn't I Sherlock?" I reminded, sliding in a tiny stereotype as I referred to the British detective.
"You got me there-" His attention drawn to the door, the sound of light knocking echoed through the room. I tried not to stare at his ass as he walked over to answer the door, I focused hard on the pattern etched into the glass I held.
"So sorry to bother you Sir but I am compelled to inform you that your car will arrive at 8 to take you out to dinner at a chap's named Mr. Roarke." The clerk relayed.
"Oh yes thank you." Tuck replied, nodding to the man before closing the door.
"Ohh Mrs. Hansen do be ready by 8, and please do wear something nice." Tuck sang out, imitating the bell hop.
"Bravo, my good man!" I bellowed in my version of a British accent as I clapped a hand against my glass.
"I've been called a lot of things but never someone's wife, that's for damn sure." I huffed, plopping down on the couch.
"Well marriage isn't really all it's cracked up to be I'm afraid, seems it never lasts anymore." Tuck murmered, I noticed the sudden shift in his mood. I so wanted to ask more about his loaded answer, but I figured maybe it's best if I wait for him to come to me about it. No one likes being pushed.
Tuck's POV
8 o'clock rolled around rather quickly, we had decided to stay in for the afternoon for it had become a little dreary out. I knocked again on the bathroom door, she had been in there for what I assumed was a little over an hour. I certainly didn't want that clerk coming back up here to pester us about our reservations again, annoying bugger.
"Charlotte are you all right in there?" I called out through the door, I heard some stumbling and then the twist of the door knock.
"Keep your pants on. I'm ready." She spat with a giggle, revealing herself from behind the door.
It had to be the cutest little polka dot dress I'd ever seen, a deep navy blue with white dots. I couldn't pull my eyes away as she slipped on her white heels, her curls bouncy as she walked.
"Come on now, love we mustn't be late." She grinned widely imitating me. She placed a hand on her hip, offering me to hook arms with her as we exited the room. Who was this girl? She was like some cartoon character come to life, so vibrant and colorful.
