Title: Hearn
Author: Night of the Land
Category: Covert Affairs
Rating: M
Summary: "This may not be the woman he loved; biology was biology but damn it, if her fingers didn't set his hormones on fire."
A/N: Okay, so once again this isn't the Diner that I promised you all, nor is it the sequel to Christmas or Family that I once more promised you. However, this is in response to the episode from last night and how upset I got to learn that Auggie (MY Auggie, MINE! I tell you, damn it!) was with that stupid terrible witch of a reporter. However, I liked the beginning scene with them, and I believed his reasons behind dating her, so there we go. I also really like Tash, she was a good strong character even if (in my opinion don't blast me) the acting could have been tweaked a bit. So here we go, the acceptable version of this story, if anyone would like to read all of it (meaning very ,very adult version) then please feel free to pm me and I can send you the link to where else it is posted. So I hope you all enjoy!
The scent of lemons was overwhelming. It suddenly seemed as if that were the only thing in the world he could smell, not even the gentle remnants of Tash's sweet vanilla that still clung barely to his shirt and skin could be detected.
Her hands groped around the back of his neck and her slender fingers threaded through his hair as his lips trailed a path of fire down her neck. This may not be the woman he loved but biology was biology and damn it if her fingers that played with the shorter hairs on the nape of his neck didn't set his hormones into overdrive.
Somehow they had managed to find their way into the bedroom from the kitchen, not long after her very warm and heady greeting. Her arms had found their way around his waist; her lips had planted on the back of his neck before he switched positions, backing her into the bed room and onto the still unmade bed, leaving a trail of clothing behind.
Somewhere on the kitchen counter his jacket had been left, along with his cane, keys and his messenger bag. Her heels had been next to go, kicked under the counter to get them out of the way; her jacket dropped somewhere on the floor followed by his shirt. His shoes had been tossed in the general direction of the bathroom closet followed by his socks and then her silk blouse. And right now, with his lips continuing down her neck to her chest, his nimble fingers were making quick work of her suit pants, while her fingers fumbled with the button on his jeans.
She let out a tiny giggle as she lifted her hips to allow him to slide her pants down her long lean legs. The giggle was soon followed by a moan as he seductively removed the knee high trouser socks that she wore, before licking and kissing his way up her body. She tossed her head back with a positively heady moan of pleasure as his finger brushed over her black silky panties, before continuing up her stomach and to her breasts.
He chuckled darkly as he once more made quick work of her bra, and her supple breast spilled out into the palms of his hands. In his mind he couldn't help but compare her to Tash. He knew that there was something wrong with comparing the woman he was currently making love to, to the woman he had been with merely hours before, but he couldn't help it. All thoughts fled when he lips found his neck and he answered her moans with one of his own, hand skimming down her body, lips finding her breasts.
She moaned wantonly as his fingers delved beneath the black silk before the scrape of cloth was pulled away, and she lay completely naked on the bed, panting heavily, eyes clouded with lust as she stared up at the man above her. His unfocused eyes were fixed just above her right ear, his face was flushed and his bare sculpted well defined chest heaved in panting breaths, and his jeans were slung low on his hips, the button undone and the fly half coming down.
He threaded a hand in her hair, as she leaned up to capture his lips, pulling him down on top of her, before she flipped them. She giggled as she straddled his waist, before slinking down his body taking his jeans and briefs with her. Her hands trailed back up his body, making him moan and toss his head back against the pillow, his eyes closed as she touched him. she straddled him again and leaned into to kiss him, letting her hair curtain around her face, before moaning when he wrapped his arms around her waist and flipped them once more so that he was on top.
Their worlds both shattered as he entered her, and they both moaned in sheer bliss.
A few hours later, he lay on his back; her head tucked up under his chin as she slept her breathing deep and even. He traced small unknown patterns on her skin as he lay in his ever present darkness. He could still taste Tash on his lips, still feel her on his skin despite the last few hours with Liza.
He closed his eyes and wondered where he had gone so wrong. When had he become this person? He knew the Agency was all for promoting exploitation of others to gain information, that's what they did, that was their job, and as his mentor and former handler hand told him 'It's the business, August, and if you can't swallow it, then leave now, because it only gets harder from here, the shit only gets deeper'.
He sighed, and Liza shift against him, mumbling in her sleep, and he gave a tight smile to himself. The sex was good, that he wasn't going to argue, but did he love her? He wasn't sure if he did or not. He sighed again, and settled down into his pillow and blankets, the brown eyes of Natasha Petrovna haunting him in his dreams.