I wrote this story a long time ago, but I didn't have an account to publish it with until now. Hope you like it! Review if you want, but no pressure.
Disclaimer: Agent Pendergast belongs to Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child.
Sophia desperately wished he would say or do something. The sexual tension in the rose-colored sitting room was overwhelming, as she stood face-to-face with Pendergast. His smooth skin and rigid posture made him seem like a statue wearing a black suit. A shudder of pleasure quaked through her body when at last he placed a pale hand on the small of her back and pulled her a few inches closer to him. She looked into his unusual eyes and saw a battle between reason and passion being waged. One long finger found its way to her full lips and gently traced their outline. She moaned when his mouth finally descended to hers. His kiss was tender and lingering. Pendergast lost control of himself for the first time in her presence, when she responded by pressing her whole body against him. His barriers broke, and passion won the war against reason.
Aloysius deepened the kiss and it became almost savage. Sophia was glad his arms were supporting her; she would have collapsed from the sudden weakness in her legs otherwise. Her hands wandered to his chest and began removing his jacket. The garment slid to the floor and was quickly followed by the rest of their clothing. Sophia began edging backwards toward one of the leather couches, but Aloysius apparently had something else in mind. He scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the other side of the room. Sophia gasped when her feet were placed in an ankle-deep puddle of cold water. It took her distracted mind several moments to realize that they where standing in the pool at the bottom of the marble wall with water streaming down it. The sweet, subtle scent of lotus blossoms filled her nose. Aloysius pushed her firmly against the black marble, and the cold water running down her back clashed wonderfully with the intense heat of his chest against hers. He moved his mouth down her neck, setting nerves on fire wherever he kissed her. Skillful hands stroked her back, breasts and thighs. Sophia gasped when he gently sucked on one nipple, then the other, and nearly screamed when his tongue entered her throbbing core. She could see the toned muscles of his back rippling under skin that gleamed with sweat and water from the fountain. He drew away just before she could reach her climax. Sophia began begging for him to finish, but was silenced when his lips closed over hers. Aloysius lifted her higher onto the wall and wrapped her legs around his waist. He penetrated slowly, drawing a low moan from her lips. They paused when his full length was inside her. She could hear the sound of the water splashing and once again smelled the perfume of the flowers floating at her feet. Then he began to move. Slowly at first, then faster as their need became more acute and demanding. Moans, gasps and incoherent whispers escaped their panting mouths. At last, pure bliss flooded their minds as they came together.
The lovers stood silent for a moment, listening to the water and the sounds of each other's heartbeats. Then, slowly, Pendergast withdrew and lowered Sophia into the water. He took her hand and helped her step out of the fountain, then led her to his bedroom, where they slept in each other's arms until morning.