'Feelin' Way Too Damn Good' from Nickelback inspired this story. I thought I would share this with you all.

Zero

One-way ticket

Harry remembered every moment of his first encounter with Regina. It had happened almost two months ago when he was on a longer mission in Hungary, attending one of those dinners that's only purpose was strengthening the relationship between certain politicians and businessmen. His target was one of the politicians and he needed evidence of his cooperation with the Russian secret service but, as it soon turned out, getting it wasn't as easy as he expected it to be.

At first he was only nice to the young woman who happened to be his target's daughter to gain some kind of an access to her family's home or get a piece of information he could use to get to her father. But the more they talked to better he understood her. She was nothing like her father and never wanted to become a part of the public appearances his position in the government often required from her. All she wanted to do was focusing on the job she had at a technological company and building a career without getting advantage due to her surname and relatives.

One day Harry made a mistake. Regina was quite fond of him and, since her father also liked him, they invited him for dinner. He knew it was the perfect opportunity to take a look at his computer and install the spyware Merlin gave him on a small USB drive. But his plan failed when the young woman entered her father's study while searching for him when he was still sitting in front of the opened laptop. Of course she wanted to hear what he was doing and in the end he had no other choice but to tell her everything.

For his biggest surprise, though, Regina told him everything he wanted to know, even mentioning that her father wasn't as stupid as to keep these files right on his computer. Where the external drive on which he probably stored this information she had no idea.

Then there remained only one question he needed an answer for: should he use his secret weapon to erase all her memories of this conversation? Part of him wanted Regina to remember everything but he couldn't really understand why. Maybe it was the fact she had been shocked and disgusted to hear her father sold classified information to Russians, and even thought about breaking all contact with her family after this evening. So he let her be for now, knowing he would have another opportunity to do it later on.

"You know, I'm usually not like this, but if you need company," Regina once said days after that evening as she handed him her business card, "give me a call."

Taking a deep breath Harry glanced over at the entrance of the hotel he stayed in. He was a spy, a Kingsman, he had manners and did his best to be a gentleman all the time, but on some occasions it was impossible not to give in to certain primal needs. It was a struggle he had faced every once in a while, and the reason was probably the lack of a normal, healthy relationship that some in the organization often had.

Long seconds passed in silence between them as he thought about what to do next, his eyes fixed on her the whole time so she would know it wasn't time to leave just yet. As painful as it was to admit, Harry needed her, and only a minute later they were already in the elevator that took them to his room. Once the door closed behind them with a barely audible click he threw the key card on the nearby table and kissed her. By now every inch of his body craved for this woman and no matter how hard his brain still tried to stop him, he couldn't get his hands off her.

Eventually Harry got what he wanted from other sources a week later and flew back to London, ready to move on with his life as if he hadn't met her. After all this is what he always did after missions because getting close to someone who is involved with a previous target wasn't only an insane idea but went against the rules he had to follow as a Kingsman.

But forgetting wasn't easy after those nights they had spent together in his hotel room and he often found himself thinking about Regina. He could still see how she looked at him with her pale green eyes, through a strand of her brown hair he quickly swept behind her ear. There was probably no part of her body he couldn't remember, and he could even recall how soft her warm skin felt under his touch.

Harry had no choice but to admit that resistance was futile. No matter how badly he tried to find something else to focus on, the thought of the young woman always returned. Early in the afternoon he made a few calls to arrange certain things before finally dialing the number he found on the business card she had given him on the first night they spent together.

"Regina Weinberg," she said right after she answered the phone.

"You answered in English."

There was a short pause and he could imagine a small smile appearing on her lips when she noticed it was him. "Your phone number was longer than the ones I'm used to seeing here," she explained. "Why are you calling me now?"

Harry thought about chatting about something completely irrelevant for a few minutes to see if she was still interested in him, but he soon got rid of the idea. Why would he play silly games with her? After all they were both adults and she knew perfectly where he worked and what it meant. "I won't lie, I want to see you."

"Too bad I'm in Budapest," she replied almost immediately.

"I know and this is why I bought you a ticket to a flight to London that leaves tonight."

For a few moments she remained silent then said, "Are you crazy? I can't just fly all the way there to spend a few hours with you."

"Then stay for an entire week."

"I have a job, Harry."

"It can wait."

"God, you really are desperate, aren't you?" Regina asked with a laugh.

"So are you coming?"

"I'll give my boss a call," she said. "He's out of office today but if he says yes then maybe I'll be there."

"Good. See you tonight."

With that Harry ended the call and didn't even wait for her answer because he knew she would be in London in the evening. Smiling to himself he texted Regina his address and everything she had to know about the flight she was supposed to get on then put the device on the table in the meeting room of the Kingsman headquarters. The last time he wanted to meet a woman again this badly was back when he was in his twenties and after all those years it felt strange.

Strange but very, very good.

I honestly don't know if I should continue this story, but I had fun writing this short chapter. If you liked it, though, I might continue.