A/N
Well, I started training Shotokan Karate two months ago, and my Sensai said that, even though the minimum time that you technically have to train for before testing for your first Belt is 4 months, that I could test tonight. I said "If I pass, I will post the final chapter in celebration" and guess what - I passed! Yay for all of us :D Also, I got a wonderful Second review from MissCheerfully asking when I was going to update again :p I hope you like!!!
Previously on Covert Operations:
"Magnus, he's almost here!"
Or maybe not…Magnus' mind raced - What could they possibly be doing here that wouldn't seem suspicious?
In her many years, the doctor had come to realize that in certain situations, you just need to follow your pure, base instincts. She grabbed Will by the neck, smashed her lips against his, and threw herself backwards against the side of the door frame.
Magnus feared that Will's analytical brain would try to back up and start asking questions, so she was mightily impressed when only half a second later, his hands were on her hips, he'd stepped just a bit closer, and opened his mouth up to her. She fought against the urge to grin – once again, Will had proved he was the perfect choice of protégé. Good Boy. After a few moments, Magnus chanced a peek down the hallway. The guard had stopped advancing, but was now rooted on the spot, looking at them with his mouth slightly open in surprise.
Yes dear, thought Helen, for she was definitely not in Magnus mode, this is what happens sometimes when a man and a woman come together, you should try it out one day. But anyways, back to the task at hand. The Doctor knew that they were still in pretty much the most off-limits area of the house, and, she admitted grudgingly to herself, the security was probably rather well trained. She hoped that talk of her reputation had extended to the house staff as well.
Time to step things up; she tightened her grip in Will's hair and ever so slowly started inching her left leg up his thigh, letting out a long, low moan. He immediately let his right arm fall to grip her thigh in support. His hand just so happened to find the slit in her dress, and he softly slid his hand underneath, pushing it further up her leg. She swore the shiver that coursed through her was from the climate controlled air hitting more skin, and nothing else. She slid her tongue just a bit further down his.
For the second time she peeked out of the corner of her eye. The guard was shifting uncomfortably on his feet, and glancing backwards. It was time for the home stretch. Just as she was contemplating her next move, she felt the masculine hand not currently attached to her very upper thigh grab her hair and wrench her head to the right, followed by a pair of teeth suddenly biting into her neck. The sound she made this time was very much unplanned. The grip on her hair lessened, and she felt the soft pad of Will's tongue gently and slowly lick the mark he'd just made. He then proceeded to place the lightest of kisses on top, move and inch or two down her neck, and begin to repeat the process. In an effort to keep her eyes from rolling back in her head, Helen opened her eyes again.
The guard was gone.
She felt the tiniest hint of disappointment.
Just for a second…
Her young co-worker, who'd made it down her neck to lick the hollow of her collarbone, had finally paused, and seemed to be contemplating whether he should continue down the neckline of her gown. She really needed to get him off before he could formulate his next attack. But it would be cruel to just shove him off and run to the computers… She could humbly admit, after all, that a make-out session with Helen Magnus was equal to about the ten best make out sessions of an average man's life combined. One did tend to learn a thing or two in 150 odd years. With all the hard work Will put in for her, she might as well finish this properly.
She placed her hands gently on his cheeks, bringing his face back to the level of hers, and claimed his mouth again, but this time with a much slower, softer rhythm. She eased up by increments so tiny, Will probably couldn't even tell she was doing it until the tongue that tasted of wine and spices had left his mouth, and she was sliding her leg back down his. He let go of his grip on her thigh, and rested it gently on her hip. She placed a final kiss on his lips, taking the bottom between hers and gently pulling on it, so that there was a quiet pop when the finally, fully separated.
They stayed pressed together; breathing deeply, for just a moment before Will took a step back, letting his arms drop to his sides.
He warily looked up at her, and she looked back. After having survived some pretty tough situations together, they had gotten rather good at silent communication. Helen silently told him that it had been a necessary step in ensuring the success of their mission, and nothing more. He told her that he understood, and agreed. Nothing they needed to talk about, or get awkward over.
"Well…" he said after a minute or so of more silence. "I certainly do feel like Bond after that…"
Helen couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Ah, the things we do for the sake of the mission," she replied.
"It's a tough job, Magnus. I think you might need to give me a raise!"
"Right, because that's exactly the thing I make my employees do to ensure a good evaluation."
It was Will's turn to laugh, as he made his way over to the desk, sitting down in the chair and bringing the keyboard closer to him.
"So, let's do this thing!"
30 minutes later, the pair were making their way back to the main party hall when Helen touched him on the arm and said,
"Hold on just a moment, please, I've got something to attend to."
Will was about to ask what, when she bent her head and swept her hair back to reveal the left side of her neck. He coughed.
"Right… cover up…"
"Don't want to tarnish my reputation now, do I?" she said, opening the door to the ladies' restroom. Will snorted.
A few minutes later, the couple discreetly reentered the party hall, arm in arm. Will brightened when it seemed no one was going to comment on their return, but his face fell when the portly Ambassador Hess bumbled on over to them.
"My my, don't you two too look pleased as punch," he chortled, winking and waving his brandy glass around in what he thought was a subtle insinuation.
Magnus grinned, smugly, and accepted the wine glass he held out to her.
Will blushed.
Fini
A/N So! C'est tout! What did you guys think? Yay!? Nay? Bring back Helen of Devonshire some day? Please let me know :)
