Author's Note: Starring; Lily Rabe as Aspen Daniels and Sarah Paulson as Maggie Reilly, I've made them more FBI kind of agents rather than spies. It was a pretty hard write, but I think (and hope) I've done your request justice. Based on a tumblr prompt.
The blonde had heard all about the case she'd been assigned to, it was infamous amongst those in the spy circle. Hunching over the paperwork she'd been handed by her boss, Aspen drew up notes of where the entry points would be, how she would navigate whilst inside, and whom she would encounter (and how to promptly deal with them). Reaching past her SIG for her glass of vodka, Aspen sighed heavily, thoroughly peeved and frustrated with the lack of company she'd been keeping of late.
She hadn't seen her boyfriend in months, and she was growing weary of the lonely nights she spent researching or dining with connections to the cases she worked on. He knew she worked away a lot, and while he supported her in whatever it was she was doing (he didn't entirely know), he hated when she was away. Aspen couldn't tell him though, their relationship had been strained enough in the past, and her reveal of employment choices could tip the boat further than it had ever been, which would not bode well for either of them. So, she kept her work at work, and her personal life with those who mattered.
After what seemed a lifetime, sitting with an icy vodka soda in her hand, Aspen had had enough of flicking through the file. Shaking her head, she retired to bed, alone once more. Crossing the immaculately decorated hotel room, she flicked the main lights off and touched the lamp to her bedside, switching it on so she could check over her journal. She was one of those sad women her mother had always made fun of. Keeping a journal and writing your thoughts does nothing but hinder the mind, her mother had always said, some women just don't get it! In part, Aspen's mother had been right, but it helped the blonde to clear her thoughts, which so often kept her awake at night.
Waking the next morning, the blonde roused from her sleep groggily. Although she didn't have a hangover, she felt as though she'd been trampled by something. Stress, with added pressure from her building arousal were not such a wonderful concoction. She showered, dressed in her jeans, a simple white tee and donned her leather jacket and boots before she added her SIG to its holder and gathered the papers, readying herself for the journey to the location. Packing her car, a simple yet sleek black Chevrolet Volt, Aspen double checked she had everything she needed; firearms, file, cellphone, triangulation equipment and other necessities.
Arriving at the subway, Aspen noticed the fleet of vehicles that were already there, parked up in some kind of ring. Her targets were already stationed. Opening her laptop and setting up a hotspot connection, Aspen keyed into the online files she'd been sent to trace. The laptop buzzed and clicked as the connection was established, and allowed her access to the files. There, she was able to read the blueprints for what was underneath the surface, she could see the 3D map of the subway system below, and she could find the best entry point. Using her triangulation equipment, she set up a connection with the targets' cellphones, allowing her access without being noticed. By using her knowledge of their whereabouts in the subway, she would be able to avoid the heavies and get to the targets faster.
Once she was certain of their whereabouts, and had downloaded a copy of the blueprint to her own cellphone, Aspen headed out, readying herself to tackle her targets. She ensured her SIG was loaded, armed and ready to go before she grabbed at her cellphone and her Maglite. Stepping out of her car, she strutted toward the best port of entry to the subway, all the while checking her surroundings and the whereabouts of the targets on her triangulator.
Aspen slipped through the fire exit, keeping her cool as the weight of the automated mechanism inside pushed back against her, as the door tried to close upon itself. Once it was closed, she glanced along the dim corridor she had happened upon, making out a series of doors on either side, leading to various rooms and platforms within the abandoned station. She checked back on her blueprints, noting her location and realized the targets had moved to a separate room from her main target. Aspen furrowed her brows, wondering what would have caused them to leave the main target unattended, had they caught her on camera upon entering the subway? Shaking the thought from her mind, she continued along the corridor, stopping every so often at the faintest sounds.
Upon reaching the end of the corridor, the blonde pressed herself into the wall, back flush against the cool metallic surface before she peered around the corner, eyeing in both directions. As she checked her blueprints once again her cellphone was forced from her hand and slipped across the cross-tread flooring as she was grabbed by her shoulder and slammed into the wall behind her. The air was forced from her lungs and she gasped as the perpetrator pummelled her against the wall.
"The hell are you doing here, Daniels?!"
"Maggie…" Aspen stated, it was neither of joy nor contempt for seeing a fellow agent, be that of unamicable connection, "I could ask you the same thing. Zero put me on this case, you shouldn't be here."
"Funny, he put me on it also." Maggie responded, not yet easing her hold on Aspen.
Aspen looked up at Maggie, there was around an inch or two between them in height. The blonde was slightly younger than Maggie, if only by a couple of years, but they were both attractive, and entirely opposite. Aspen was the blonde haired, blue eyed, slender and slightly tan agent with the freckles that covered her arms, whereas Maggie was the brunette, chocolate button eyed, somewhat lanky and awkward agent with ample lips and a lisp that Aspen knew would have been a vehicle for torment for her as a child. Nonetheless, the two had once known each other and been on amiable terms until a case they were working developed so far and an accident happened, which cost them their mentor and another great agent. The two were separated and placed into different divisions, both blaming the other for what had happened to their team.
Feisty as always, Maggie spoke up again, "Either we're going to work together, cooperate, or one of us leaves here in a bodybag."
Aspen gave an internal smirk as she released one of her hands from Maggie's arm, readying herself to reach for her Government Authorized SIG at her hip. The SIG was locked, loaded and ready to shoot. She didn't want any more unnecessary blood on her hands, and she also didn't want to give away their position to the targets, but she would use the firearm to scare Maggie into letting her go.
"Don't even think about it, Daniels." Maggie swiftly moved one of her hands and grabbed at her own Glock, pushing the barrel into Aspen's abdomen as she moved her lips close to the blonde's neck, feeling her pulse against her cheek as she whispered into her ear, "It would really pain me to have to shoot you, such a waste of a hot body."
Aspen scowled as Maggie pulled back from her neck, glaring at the brunette, "If you're going to shoot me, get it over with." she hissed to Maggie, she was preparing for the worst. The two hated each other. It was a pity.
"You want me to do that?" Maggie sneered, she was just playing cat and mouse with Aspen now, and had been for years. She pressed her Glock tighter into Aspen's abdomen, causing the blonde to groan in pain. Maggie had not been expecting the noise that Aspen made, and she was momentarily at a loss as to what to do. She pressed the Glock again, the same reaction from Aspen. Maggie leaned into the blonde once again and murmured in her ear, "Do you miss him? Do you moan like that for him?"
"Stop it." Aspen struggled, her brows knitted together, "Stop it." she growled. Another growl as Maggie pressed her Glock further still against her abdomen. The barrel was pressing against a sensitive spot that caused her both pain and pleasure, it had been a while and she found it hard to decipher the difference between the two.
"Make me. Come on Daniels, whaddya got?" Maggie taunted her.
"I said, fucking stop it!" Aspen finally got her other hand free and used both her hands to shove Maggie back, shoving her as she had done to the blonde, into the wall on the opposite side of the corridor.
"That's it, Daniels. Fight back! It's about time." Maggie choked out, smirking to Aspen from her position against the wall.
"Stop it, stop it, stop it! You bitch!" Aspen shoved her again.
Maggie straightened and shoved Aspen back, causing a friction between forces as they remained in the center of the corridor pushing and shoving each other. It wasn't until Aspen slapped Maggie hard that the brunette finally gave one hard shove to Aspen, causing her to crash into the corrugated wall, where she hit her face. Immediately, her lip began to blood and Maggie saw so when the blonde turned her face. As the blonde began to straighten, ready to charge at Maggie, the brunette moved forward, covering her path intimidatingly.
Using her Glock, Maggie moved Aspen's loose hair from her face and gave a mock pout, "Such a pretty face, but it's a little broken…"
Aspen snarled a little and with the taste of the blood in her mouth, she spat into Maggie's face, before wiping her mouth as she watched how it tracked down the brunette's cheek. Within seconds, Maggie gave her a swift crack across the cheek with the back of her hand.
"You're going to wish you hadn't done that." the brunette warned her.
"Fuck you." Aspen muttered defiantly before she gave the brunette another shove, trying to get passed her to retrieve her cellphone from the floor where it had skidded. As she tried to shove Maggie however, the brunette did not allow her wrists from her iron grasp, and instead she pulled the blonde into her before crashing her back into the wall and pressing her weight against her, pinning her to the wall.
As soon as she had Aspen pinned to the wall, Maggie shoved her leg between the blonde's, forcing her thighs apart as though she was about to search her for weapons. Grabbing at both of Aspen's wrists, she pinned them above her head before once again leaning into her ear, "I'd rather fuck you."
With Maggie's revelation, Aspen's eyes widened as she tried to escape from the brunette's grasp. She'd came to capture the intended targets, close the case and head home to her boyfriend, not get mixed up in some Class B lesbian drama, and allow her targets to walk scot free.
Maggie of course, overpowered Aspen and continued to pin her to the wall, though she could tell the blonde was aroused, "How long has it been?" she questioned, her breath hot upon the blonde's neck, "When did you last touch yourself?" Maggie questioned her, firing arousing comments in her ear, slowly unravelling the tight-laced blonde before her. It was a show she was enjoying watching. As far as Maggie had known Aspen, she had saw her as the perfect student, the perfect girl next door, she was just short of wearing twin-sets and pearls. And, to see her coming so undone before the brunette was like seeing a dog walking on its hind legs.
The brunette smirked to herself as she, with one had pressed her Glock into Aspen's abdomen once again, and with her other hand, forced her fingers down the front of the blonde's jeans. She saw lids draw over light blue eyes and flutter as Aspen's breath hitched in her throat. Standing against the wall with Maggie's leg between her thighs, the brunette's hand down the front of her jeans and her thrown back, Aspen would normally have felt so exposed even wearing all of her clothes, but she hadn't been touched in months, she had more important things to think about.
The first skim of Maggie's fingers and Aspen was basically in a puddle of hot mess. The brunette smirked as she rubbed against Aspen's core through her panties, feeling how truly aroused she was. She added pressure to her movements, but with Aspen's belt still fastened around her waist, it made Maggie's movements restricted and miniscule, she couldn't completely satisfy her urge to fingerfuck the blonde. Without a second more, the brunette retracted her hand from Aspen's jeans, ripping a dissatisfied groan from the blonde before she made light work of the buckle on her belt. Maggie whipped the leather through the loops at Aspen's hips and dropped the belt to the floor, the buckle clattering absently.
Aspen was truly engrossed in seeking pleasure, it had been too long for her, and with touches like Maggie had been giving, she was too far insured in finding release to care about the targets now. Maggie's hand came in strong, forcing down into her jeans and pushing her panties down as she dug to find Aspen's core. With no prior warning, the brunette slipped her fingers inside Aspen, noting how easily she was able to slide inside. She did not allow the blonde to adjust to the new invasion within her core, and instantly began pumping her fingers, pressing her weight down through her fingers and up into the blonde as she pressed her body against her smaller frame.
With her hands pinned behind herself somewhat, Aspen clenched her fists, balling them as she moaned out with the sensations coursing through her body. The Glock pressing into her abdomen, moving with each of Maggie's movements within her. She could feel her legs turning weak the more she became aroused, the more she hurtled towards her release. Maggie was rough with her, thrusting her fingers harshly and pressing into her roughly as she continued to fuck her.
It didn't take long for her muscles to begin pulsing around Maggie's fingers, the onset of her orgasm was rushing towards her at a speed that was overwhelming. As Aspen arched, she managed to free her hands and grabbed at Maggie's wrist shoved down the front of her jeans, gripping her until her own knuckles turned white, her other hand grasping at the jacked the brunette wore. Her climax was powerful and before she could ride it out, Maggie pulled her fingers from Aspen, and smirked snidely. She patted her hand upon the blonde's tee, leaving a trail of her arousal before scooping her phone from the floor and snapping a shot of the blonde, gasping in a state of frazzled discomfort.
As Maggie tossed Aspen's cell back to her, she moved away and checked along the corridor before she glanced over her shoulder and with a sideways smirk, she stated, "I'll call for back up…" before she left the blonde in an undignified heap as she watched her slide down the wall, breathless.