Zoe stilled abruptly, slowly removing her hand from Liam's arm. She winced, wishing she hadn't, as Liam's shoulders hunched even more, looking almost painful. Her heart broke in two as she watched Liam's shoulders begin to shake silently. Zoe reached out, stopped, then reached out again. She hesitantly rested her hand on Liam's shoulder, moving her hand in slow, soothing circles.

"Liam…" she said quietly, and stopped, not sure how to continue.

"Don't Zoe, just don't," Liam tried to shrug off her hand.

"Liam, it's okay."

Those three words, in turn, made Liam freeze. He slowly turned his head to look over his shoulder at Zoe. Eyes wide in his head, Liam tensed. Moving hesitantly, knowing that even though she was a crack commando, Liam could kill her easily, Zoe continued moving her hand in slow circles. But she slid it up, moving her hand along Liam's shoulder, up his neck, across his jaw, finally cupping his cheek in one small hand.

"Liam…" she repeated, meeting his eyes steadily, "Its okay."

With a warning tone that made his already deep voice even deeper, "Zoe Tamsyn Kissane… that isn't funny."

Zoe's eyes, so like her brother's, narrowed in warning as well, "Do I look like I'm laughing?"

Liam slumped in defeat, "No… not really."

With one hand still cupping Liam's cheek and unconsciously running a thumb across his cheek bone, Zoe used the other to rake a hand through her hair, "Christ… I… Fuck, Liam!"

A dreamy look on his face as he leaned into the soft touch of his sister's hand on his face, Liam didn't bother to censor his words, "Good idea…" he murmured.

A stricken look crossed both Kissanes faces as they realised what Liam had just said, "Jesus…" Zoe breathed, breath hitching slightly.

Liam tried to move, the stricken, deer-in-headlights look still on his face. But Zoe moved faster, throwing her shoulder into Liam's chest and knocking him onto his back on the bed. Liam stared, wide-eyed up at her, as Zoe straddled his thighs instinctively to keep him from moving. His breath hitched in his throat as Zoe, his sister, he thought rather hysterically, gazed down at him.

"Christ, Liam…" Zoe shook her head, slumping her shoulders, which made her shift against him.

Liam bit back the rising whimper, fidgeting uneasily underneath her, "Zoe…"

Zoe bit her lip as Liam squirmed between her thighs, "Christ in heaven, Liam, this is a fucked up family."

Liam thumped his head back against the pillow with a snort, "So we are, Zo, so we are."

Zoe traced her fingers along Liam's cheekbones and down to his jaw, almost absently, "Should probably go…" she marvelled at the way Liam turned his face into the touch, almost nuzzling her hand.

"Probably…" he murmured into her palm, making no attempt to move.

Zoe didn't move either. She kept her hand resting against Liam's face, feeling the warmth of his skin against her fingers. Then Liam, her baby brother, someone she'd barely even thought of as a sexual being, did something that made her shudder helplessly. Turning his face even closer into Zoe's hand, Liam parted his lips and pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to her palm, gently flicking the tip of his tongue over one of the lines in her hand.

"Liam…" the breathy sigh slipped out before she could stop it.

Blue eyes met blue, so very alike. Zoe sat back on her heels, then slowly, reluctantly, slid off Liam's thighs and stood on the floor. Liam turned his head to look at her, still on his back. Then, with a sigh, he stood up, towering over Zoe in a way that should have intimidated her but only made her feel oddly safe.

"Need to go?" he said, eyes never leaving her face.

Zoe nodded, "The target can't possibly get through more than two sets of prostitutes in one night," she replied, obviously reluctant.

Liam nodded as well, snorting at Zoe's comment, "Right then," he injected a business-like tone into his voice, "Lets do it," a light blush crossed his cheeks at the unintended innuendo.

Zoe chose not to comment, instead crossing the room and opening the door. She waited until she heard Liam's clomping footsteps behind her before she slipped out of the door and into her persona as one of the local prostitutes. Liam followed, sliding into step next to her. Together the two of them walked out of the hotel and down to the street they had seen the target at the night before.

They slid themselves into the group of local streetwalkers, glaring viciously at any blonde haired, blue eyed prostitutes that could potentially wreck their mission until they left. The only blonde haired, blue eyed people left in the group, Liam and Zoe Kissane settled in and waited. But not for long.

"There!" Liam hissed into Zoe's ear, making Zoe's body tingle in a way she did not want to acknowledge right now.

"Gotcha…" Zoe murmured as the target turned, eyes lighting up as he spotted them.

"This way, mate… That's it…" she could hear Liam muttering behind her and unconsciously leant back into the broad warmth of his chest.

The target abruptly changed directions, heading straight for them, making a predatory smile cross over both Kissanes faces. The target's eyes appeared to glaze a little at that, although, Liam allowed, that could've been the streetlamps. Liam felt Zoe straighten against him and had to bite his lip as Zoe's movement made the silk of his shirt brush enticingly across his nipples.

The target stopped right in front of them, eyeing them up and down, "You two together?"

Liam caught on quickly and wrapped his arms around Zoe's waist from behind, as she replied, "Mmhmm, a package deal, if you will, sweet."

Liam purred, "Think you can handle the two of us, mate?"

The target nodded slowly, "Hell yes, I want some of that."

Zoe tapped an abstract rhythm on Liam's hands on her waist, "You got a place for us then, sweet?"

The target nodded again and turned away, expecting Liam and Zoe to follow. Zoe took a moment to steady herself with a deep breath, squeezing Liam's hands reassuringly, before sauntering off after the target. Liam took his own deep breath and clenched his fists a couple of times, missing already Zoe's warmth against him, before following the target and Zoe himself.

The target fumbled with a hotel room keycard in his haste, making the Kissanes exchange glances and fight smirks. Finally getting the green light on the door handle, the target hurriedly pushed open the door and all but fell inside. Zoe and Liam followed more gracefully, eyes scanning the room for possible exits and traps. The target sat down expectantly on a corner of the bed. Satisfied the room was safe, Zoe gave the target a seductive smile.

"Well, sweet…" she stalked across the room to him, pushing him back onto the bed and straddling his chest, "Where do you want us?"

The target ran his hands up Zoe's thighs, forcing Liam to bite down on an unexpected surge of jealousy, "Actually, lovely, I like to watch."

Oh God… And Liam was certainly not expecting the surge of heat and lust that came with that particular statement. The target wanted to watch. Wanted to watch him. And Zoe. Him and Zoe… together. He was suddenly glad the pants were so restrictive. He looked across the target at Zoe. More importantly, Zoe's flushed face and slightly glazed eyes. Christ… Zoe… Zoe wanted this too.

Liam's eyes fixed on the target and smirked, "I think we can accommodate that, mate. You'll have to give up the bed, though."

Zoe slid off the target's chest, allowing him to get up and make his way over to a chair, turning it to face the bed. The bed. Oh God in heaven… they were actually going to… Liam took a deep breath and walked on legs he refused to admit were shaking over to Zoe. She raised her eyes up to meet his. Liam took another shaky breath, curling one muscled arm around Zoe's waist, sliding two fingers into her back pocket and pulling her in close to him.

Leaning down and nuzzling her neck, Liam murmured into Zoe's ear, "Sure about this, Zo?"

He was a little surprised by the almost purring sound Zoe seemed to be making as he nuzzled the skin by her ear, "I… mmm… yeah, Li… do it."

That was enough for Liam. His other arm snaked around Zoe's waist and he pulled her in against him. He swallowed her soft gasp by pressing his lips to hers, gently flicking the tip of his tongue over them, trying to get them to part. Zoe parted her lips almost eagerly, allowing Liam to gently slide his tongue against hers, exploring her mouth carefully.

They pulled back, both gasping for air and flushed. Zoe looked up at Liam. Her baby brother looked utterly awed. A small smile crossed her face. He ain't seen nothin' yet. Sliding one hand up the back of Liam's silk shirt, she curled the other hand around the back of his neck and pulled him in for another kiss. This time it was Zoe's tongue that demanded entrance. And got it, Liam's moistened lips parting willingly under the onslaught.

Zoe, ever bold, curled a leg around Liam's thigh as she hungrily explored his mouth. Liam groaned into her mouth and shivered lightly as he felt her rock against the hard muscles of his leg. He wrenched his mouth away and slid his hands underneath Zoe's arse. A soft squeeze made her gasp and jerk her hips hard against his thigh. Liam smirked to himself, lifting her up easily and pulling her against him, smiling as she instantly wrapped her legs around his waist.

Liam carried Zoe easily over to the bed. He made a move to lay her down carefully, then snorted when she glared at him. He rolled his eyes and lay down on the bed himself, leaving Zoe straddling his hips. Zoe grinned predatorily at him and rocked her hips, making him shudder and her tilt her head back in pleasure.

In a voice Liam refused to acknowledge as high-pitched, he teased, "Shoulda guessed you'd like it on top…"

He shuddered again as Zoe practically purred at him, "Did you expect anything less?"

"No…" he breathed out on a shaky exhale, then grinned slowly at her, "But I may have to object."

And before Zoe could protest, he'd flipped them both, using his superior strength to pin her smaller frame underneath him. Zoe looked up at him, slightly wide-eyed, and immediately wrapped her legs around his waist once more. This time it was Liam's turn to rock against her. Holding himself above her body with strength borne of years of military training, Liam rocked his hips into Zoe, making her shudder and writhe underneath him.

"Christ…" she blasphemed sharply, arching up into Liam.

"Less clothes… now!" Liam abruptly stopped rocking his hips, making Zoe glare furiously at him for a moment until the meaning of his words filtered into her mind.

"Right… right…" she agreed breathlessly as Liam sat back and pulled off the silk shirt, moaning hoarsely as it brushed across his nipples, "Less clothes… yes…"

She fumbled a little with the hooks on her corseted top, then snarled in frustration until her fingers steadied and she could undo the hooks without any more trouble. Liam snickered at her as he undid the button on his pants. His snickers faded away and his jaw dropped as Zoe slithered out of her top, revealing to him that she hadn't been wearing a bra underneath.