Author's notes: This is kind of a silly pairing, it's a Dr Director x Monkey Fist story, which, as strange as it sounds, has never been done before, maybe because it's so darn weird. Anyway, this is going to be of a relatively bigger size than my other stories. It might reach the five digit numbers. (that's the tens of thousands), we'll see. - I have this sort of planned out but I've never invested in such a huge project before, I might take months to finish this, I might take years...my life is kind of complicated right now.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy "Dr Director's direct route to love"
Her life was pretty much like a movie already..,..now the only thing that had changed was what kind of movie it was. For the last few months she had changed...morphed, and so had her life. If previously her life was like a Superhero or spy thriller movie, with explosions and defeating bad guys (with a perfect hair all throughout), nowadays it was much more of a romantic scene. Not a romantic comedy, per sae, no, her life rarely had such lightweight moments, but at least it had a sense of romance to it. And contrary to what was expected of her, she did not just fall for it and went submissive. She, sort of always a feminist, had always thought of that idea as a crunchy pile of bull crap. And she fought for the right to be the person on top, the one who wore the pants.
She had always had a sort of heart of ice, but now...well now things had changed, and while she didn't know if they were necessarily for the best, at least not yet, she was quite enjoying the feverous feeling of a thumping heart.
And really though...she was sure the feeling, whether it kept on, or subsided into a pure routine, was making her happy. She still had responsibilities, but to know that when after a long day making strenuous decisions she could go home and meet up with him...even if they were polar opposites...that just made the day slightly more bearable...even if it meant she had to take the slightly idiotic and otherwise chaotic high class man that was Montgomery and keep him happy, which she achieved easily.
And to think of how it had all started...that was the fascinating part about all of this, she had been seduced and played with, and, even though she logically knew what she was being done with, after all she was the head of a major secret organization, she let herself tangle herself into the webs of Montgomery (or Monty as she now called him),
She was sure her feelings were real, and Montgomery couldn't be faking them, she had always been good at reading people, it was how she had gotten so far ahead in life, after all, and she could see the look of pure adoration Monty had for her.
Still though, as they danced the waltz, in his house, between the flickering lights of the chandeliers, on a scene that reminded her of one of her old animated movies she had watched when she was younger, between the counts of "one, two", she let herself remind herself of all the things that had lead her to this.