June 2010- Rio De Janeiro, Carnival

It was almost perfect weather for a vacation but unfortunately, Deckard Shaw wasn't in Rio for a vacation. The Englishman placed his sunglasses in his shirt pocket as he came into the hotel for the fourth time that day. His client hadn't sent him the picture of his target which was the whole reason he was in Rio in the first place. Deckard sauntered up to the front desk and a look of dread and annoyance crossed the clerk's face.

"Fax in for Shaw?" He asked for what seemed to be the hundredth time that day. The man pushed his glasses up the brim of his nose and exhaled deeply, never taking his eyes off of the computer as his fingers flew across the keys.

"No senhor, I told you I would ring you if anything did come in. Why don't you go out and watch the par-"

"I don't want to watch the fucking parade alright? I just want my damn fax." Deckard sneered at the man, snatching his tie and pulling him over the other side of the counter.

"Then just go to the bar, tudo bem?" Shaw released the grip he had on the man and tossed him aside, adjusting his own collar. He turned to walk to the hotel bar, hopefully to either drown his frustration or find some unlucky bloke to get into a little hand-to-hand combat just to keep his head clear and his skills sharp. Much to his surprise the bar was completely empty minus one barstool that was occupied by a shapely brunette. Deckard raised his eyebrows briefly and was glad he at least had something to look at to occupy his time. His face hadn't changed since he entered the building, he still had on a cold and angry face. One that made the man look like he had never smiled in his life.

"Whiskey." That was all he said as he sat next to the brunette, his eyes darting to her quickly, taking note she was fingering the glass of her gin and tonic lightly, a small smile plastered on her lips that screamed she had something to say but he ignored it. The bartender placed his small glass in front of him, pouring less than Shaw had liked. Before he pulled his arm away, Shaw gripped the man's hand forcefully, pouring himself more. You could almost hear the bones rubbing together

"Not enjoying in the days festivities?" The woman asked, turning to face Shaw, still playing with the rim of her glass. She was American, probably from the midwest by the sound of it.

"Work trips don't elude fun darlin'." Deckard replied, turning to look at her as well. He was almost taken aback at how blue her eyes were. This woman had to be the most breathtaking thing he had ever seen in his life from her eyes to her heart shaped face, from her long mahogany locks to her hourglass figure that was only accentuated by the sheer white button down blouse she had tucked into her tight gray skirt. She looked like she was here for work but then again, who comes to Rio for work. 'Well, I do.' Shaw thought to himself before looking back up at the woman who had the same catlike smirk on her lips, no doubt widening due to the fact Deckard had just eyed her up and down.

"Ah, here for the big fancy masquerade then I suppose?" She teased, placing the straw between her lips as she lifted her glass. Deckard let his hardened face fall for a split second to smirk at her.

"I never said I was here for the Masquerade." He replied, placing his own glass to his lips.

"Wishful thinking on my part.. Well, you obviously aren't from here so where do they make such broody men who speak such horrible Portuguese ?" She asked, propping her head up with her hand as she rested her elbow on the bar.

"England." The brunette rolled her eyes at his response.

"Obviously. Not all Americans are that stupid. Where in England smartass?" Deckard raised his eyebrows, surprised at her boldness but intrigued.

"London."

"You're a man of so many words" she rolled her eyes at him, taking another sip of her drink.

"Shouldn't you be out at Carnival? Not stuck up in a bar bothering anyone about how bad their Portuguese is. Which, how the bloody fuck do you know?" Deckard questioned, wondering why she wasn't out and about the parade or with girl friends or even a boyfriend. Deckard's mind wondered if she did have a boyfriend, not that it would matter. If he had a dollar for every woman who had a boyfriend he had-

"Work. I'm working the Masquerade for a client. Networking. Ah before you abused the poor clerk at the desk earlier this morning, I heard you speak some to him. You have to work on your vowels." She became cold after his comment, the warm smile disappeared and a resting bitch face replaced it.

"Well I might just have to go now since you're going to be there. Maybe you could help me brush up on the language." She let out a laugh at his sarcastic response and Deckard had thought it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard in his life. The woman placed money and some change on the bar before hopping off her stool and Deckard got to see her at full form, standing at a small height but she was enticing nonetheless. She finished off the rest of her drink and pushed one side of her hair behind her ear before she leaned on the bar with the back of her elbows, seemingly so to muster up the courage to ask her next question.

"Do you want to get out of here?" She asked, capturing her lip between her teeth as her eyes looked up at him, her expression not wanting. She said it for what it was, an offer, and nothing more. Deckard finished the rest of his glass and knocked on the bar with his knuckles to get the attention of the bartender as he got off his stool.

"Bill the room eh?" Shaw didn't even look for confirmation before snatching the small woman's hand to guide her to the elevators. As they got in, Deckard reached to press 6 but the small brunette had beat him to it and he raised his eyebrow at her as the doors closed.

"If you think the ball is going to be in your field you're mistaken." She smirked. The doors closed and the two of them latched onto one another. She snagged his neck, pulling him down to her level as she placed searing kisses on his mouth which he gladly returned as he placed both hands on her ass, lifting her up just to push her back into the wall of the elevator. The two pulled apart just in time for the elevator to ding and stop on the 5th floor. Deckard dropped the woman, who landed on both feet, fluffed her hair, and wiped the corners of her mouth just as a small portuguese woman got into the elevator and stood between the two. Shaw gave her a small smirk as the 6th floor bell dinged. He stepped in front of the old lady and grabbed the small woman's hand, leading her out into the hallway.

She tugged him the opposite direction, to her own suite no doubt, but Deckard didn't mind. He liked a woman who could take charge. She fumbled with her keys when they hit the door due to Deckard placing a series of kisses up the crook of her neck and to her earlobe, lightly nibbling on the piece of flesh. She finally got the door opened and craned her neck to attach her mouth to his own again, kicking her shoes off in the process. Shaw kicked the door closed with his foot and made a surprised sound as she jumped back onto his waist. Shaw gladly held her up, almost entirely thankful for the way her thighs squeezed his hips. She fumbled with the buttons on his shirt while she licked, kissed, and nibbled at the side of his neck, moving from below his ear to the front of his throat. The only thing that made her stop was Deckard throwing her onto the bed. She pulled herself up on her elbows, surprised and elated as he pushed himself between her thighs. His eyes were consumed with desire looking at her all disheveled. She had only gotten halfway down his shirt when he had thrown her and now she was enamored just watching him eye her down like a hawk as he slowly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, peeling it off of his arms and tossing it onto the floor. She bit her lip again as she watched him and Deckard felt his cock twinge just looking at her consuming his image. She had never seen a man so beautiful yet so...broken. She wanted to count his scars. She wanted to place her mouth over every edge and curve of his body, on everything that wasn't supposed to be beautiful. Deckard placed both hands on either side of her hips, lunging in for another series of hot kisses. His hand tangled itself in her long locks, tugging lightly, making her whine.

Shaw smiled into her mouth after hearing her cry. Her nails dragged down his back and Deckard prayed they would leave marks. She brought her hands back around to work on her own shirt, pausing briefly due to the distracting hip grinding Deckard was doing to her. His tongue ran along her lips and she grabbed his face with both hands, pushing her own tongue into his mouth. Their personalities came out in that kiss. Both of them were fighting for dominance over the kiss and each of them analyzed the other over it. She let go of his face and trailed her hands down his chest, her fingers hitting a few scars before she found his belt. She began to unbuckle it as Shaw pulled her up the bed to lay her down as he hovered over her. He pulled away from her mouth to pepper her collarbone and cleavage with kisses as he did his own work on her top. The small brunette pulled at his pants, tugging them down far enough that he could kick them off himself. Much to her surprise she ran her nails up his ass to the tops of his shoulder blades. He pulled up just in time to see her give him a surprised look after finding him without underwear. Shaw shrugged at her, making the small woman laugh underneath him, causing him to actually smile, something she hadn't seen him do quite yet.

Their kisses became frantic as she sat up to throw her shirt in the same direction as his own. His own nails ran down her back after unhooking her bra and throwing it to the side of the room, taking in the sweet warmth of their skin touching. Shawn's mouth traveled from her collarbone down to her breasts as he took her nipple between his teeth, biting slightly, making her arch her back as she shimmied out of her skirt. As his mouth made love to her breast and his hand pulled and teased the other nipple. His other hand ran down her stomach to her wet fold and Shaw pulled his head up after finding she too wasn't wearing any underwear. They switched rolls, it being her turn to shrug at him. She instinctive wrapped a leg around his waist and pulled him closer to her. Close enough that his cock brushed against her wetness and he groaned, making him bite into her shoulder. She reached down, cupping his erection in her hand and pumping achingly slow, hoping he would bite her again, which he did.

"If you think you're going to be in charge you're mistaken, love" Love. He said it and her whole body tingled. She didn't even care he mocked her from earlier, it had been a while since she had been with a man and she didn't give a flying fuck at this point. Her arm reached out for the end table and she riffled through the drawer, her hand finding the box it was looking for and pulling out the small package. She placed one more lingering quick kiss on his lips before sticking the package between his teeth and kissing his Adam's apple, making him groan. Deckard ripped the foul open and rolled the condom on. He placed a finger in his mouth, wetting it before plunging it deep into his lover. She bucked her hips into his hand and moaned out deeply, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. She whimpered as he added a finger, pushing himself in and out of her, making her with beneath him.

"Fuck me."

"Sorry, what?" She bucked her hips once more as he kept playing with her, painstakingly slow.

"You heard me you English bastard. I need you inside me. Now." She moaned out now as he pulled his fingers out, grabbing his dick and lightly rubbing the tip on her opening, teasing her again.

"Now, if you ask me nicely, maybe- oh God." Deckard moaned out the last part of his sentence. She was sick of him teasing her so she bucked up into him, enveloping all of him. Her leg, still wrapped around his waist, pulled in closer and deeper into her, making the both of them bury their faces into the other's shoulder. After regaining his composure, Deckard pulled away from her shoulder, looking deep into those blue eyes he was so transfixed on earlier. He rested he hand behind her head and the other gripped her hip for leverage. She leaned up, kissing his lips as he started pumping into her in a slow rhythmic motion. Together they were a symphony of moans and whimpers. She felt like her body was on fire as he buried himself deeper and deeper with each thrust, pushing her over the edge.

"Oh God," She gripped the back of his head and his shoulder blade as she felt herself about to cum.

"I...Im gonna...I...Ahh" She screamed out, not caring if all of Carnival could hear her screams of passion from the streets. Deckard thrusts became more frantic and more erratic as he pushed himself over, groaning into her shoulder and biting down on her as he pumped into her a few more erratic times before slowly withdrawing himself, resting his forehead on her own. The both of them smiled in their bliss and out of breath heat.

Shaw didn't know how long they laid there together, wrapped up in nothing but sheets, but he didn't care. These last few hours were a huge distraction he didn't knew he needed. She laid there, tracing the different scars that were scattered about his chest, and smiling to herself as he traced his own shapes on her side.

"Ya know, I never got a name love." She laughed to herself and looked up at the handsome man with hazel eyes.

"I never gave one." She smirked, causing him to feel just a slight pang of frustration.

"Mirena." She said laughing at his slight turmoil and kissing his cheek.

"Deckard."

"Oh you're so English." She teased again. Shaw liked the way she played with him. It was almost like he was actually on a vacation now. He pushed them over so he hovered over her once more, kissing her lips, then her neck, then her collarbone, making her sigh deeply and rub the back of his neck.

"Now what's that supposed to me-" He was cut short by his phone ringing. Deckard rolled his eyes and placed a rough kiss on Mirena's lips before rolling his hips off of her own and reaching for his pants. He sat on the edge of the bed and opened the phone, seeing it was his client. Mirena sat up herself, scooting behind Deckard and placing light kisses all around his back, wrapping an arm around the front of his chest.

"Shaw."

"Fax just went through. You officially start now." And with that, the line went dead. Shaw wanted to outwardly groan at the inconvenience. Feeling domestic for just a little bit made him feel like a different person.

"You're off to do more important things I suppose?" Deckard turned around laying on top of Mirena again.

"This was a fun distraction." It was almost like a smirk was the only thing he could ever muster up. It would probably kill the whole macho facade.

"Maybe I'll see you at the ball tonight." She smiled, causing Deckard to smile back. She watched him get redressed, much to her dismay, and he placed one last lingering kiss on her before heading out the door. Once the door clicked her blissful face turned to that of mischief as she wrapped the sheet around her and sat at her laptop. After entering a few passwords, up popped a screen from her client. On it was her target for this assignment and in big red letters was the name DECKARD SHAW, directly under a picture of the most beautiful target she had ever seen.

Author's note: I watched Fast 6, then I watched Mr and Mrs Smith...THEN I red Deckard had an ex wife and I thought "woaaahhhh-ho-ho this could be fun."