"Bloody hell…"
Liam reached out slightly hesitantly, curling big hands around Zoe's torso and stroking down her breasts with his thumbs. The low groan that Zoe gave him in return was enough to make him almost painfully hard. He shifted his hands, bringing them around to cup her breasts gently. Liam could feel Zoe trembling against his hands and pulled her in close to him, pressing his lips to hers once more, moaning at the feel of skin on skin.
It was Zoe that pulled back first this time, tugging at the front of Liam's pants, arching her hips into the muscles of his thighs, "Off. Off now!"
Liam grabbed her by the hips and stood up, setting Zoe neatly on her feet. He fumbled with the zipper, swearing foully as he did, before finally yanking it down and peeling the pants down his legs. He swore again as he realised he'd forgotten about his boots, bending double to untie them and unwittingly giving Zoe a perfect view of his naked arse.
Dancing a little as he pulled off his boots, Liam righted himself and shimmied the rest of the way out of his pants, turning back to find Zoe staring at him hungrily. Liam's eyes bored into Zoe's for a moment, returning the hungry gaze, before they slowly travelled down the rest of her now nude body.
"Christ…" he breathed harshly, "Zo… come here, please…" part of his brain that was still somewhat coherent hated the pleading tone in his voice.
Zoe obviously didn't hate the pleading tone because she all but threw herself at him, plastering herself against his body and dragging his head down for another kiss. Liam couldn't help the ragged jerk of his hips at the feel of Zoe's warm body against his. He went willingly, pulled along as though Zoe were the stronger of the two, when she walked backwards towards the bed again, still kissing him passionately.
Liam caught her when the backs of Zoe's knees hit the bed. He lowered her back onto it, breathing harshly as she spread her legs, allowing him to settle between them. Liam lowered himself down until he was just above Zoe's body, pressing a soft kiss to her lips then slowly kissing his way down her neck and chest. Zoe panted harshly underneath him, arching into his touch.
"Jesus… Liam… Please!" the final word was accompanied by a sudden buck of Zoe's hips as the stubble of Liam's chin brushed across a nipple.
"Okay… okay…" Liam seemed to be soothing himself more than Zoe.
Looking down at Zoe for a second and seeing nothing but lust and want in her eyes, Liam shuddered, dropping his head down onto her shoulder and slowly pushing himself into her. He groaned into Zoe's neck, feeling the tight, wet heat grip him. He could both feel and hear Zoe's cries as she arched her back, trying to make him move faster.
Liam panted harshly into Zoe's neck, using his weight to keep her pinned to the bed, otherwise… Christ… this would be over far too soon. Bringing himself under control, Liam pushed himself up on his arms. He looked down at Zoe's face, flushed pink, eyes closed, lips parted as she too panted harshly. She wanted this… as much as he wanted this. The knowledge was enough to make Liam moan low in his throat and begin to move.
God… Oh God… Zoe tried to force her thoughts into something more than a list of deities. But as Liam began to move inside her, even the list of deities floated away and Zoe was left in a roiling haze of pleasure. Someone was calling out… It took Zoe a moment to realise that it was her. And she was begging. The crack Irish commando, Zoe Tamsyn Kissane, begging.
It took another moment for the senseless mumblings to separate into actual words, "Oh Jesus, Liam… Please! Want it now! Please…" some part of her thought she should be ashamed of the low whine the crept into her voice on the last word, the rest of her, however, just arched up into Liam's next well-placed thrust and groaned.
It was like something out of the Twilight Zone, Liam watched in awe; lust and thrumming pleasure fogging his brain as Zoe writhed and bucked underneath him. He thrust into her, hips moving seemingly of their own accord, feeling the familiar tightening at the base of his spine. Liam curled an arm around Zoe's waist, pulling her up into him as he thrust down. The last remaining shred of coherency he had took a moment to be proud of the hoarse, lusty cry that tore from Zoe's throat, before all thought fled and Liam Kissane became a mindless creature of pleasure.
Liam could hear his own moans from somewhere far away, still pulling a throaty cry from Zoe with every thrust into her willing body. Dropping his head into the crook of Zoe's neck and nipping at her collarbone, before soothing it with a quick swipe of his tongue, Liam could feel orgasm fast approaching. He reached between their sweat-drenched bodies with the hand that had previously curled around Zoe's waist.
Zoe keened softly, feeling Liam's hand brush down over her stomach, then head lower still. Her soft noises were swallowed by Liam's hungry mouth pressing against hers, his tongue twining with hers. Liam's hand moved lower still, and began rubbing insistently between their two bodies. Zoe wrenched her mouth from Liam's with a harsh cry, hips bucking frantically into the hand stroking her and the man inside her.
Liam's hand was insistent, his thrusting body equally so, and it was all Zoe could do to gasp out, "Bloody Christ Jesus… Liam!" and arch her back almost double as orgasm swept through her with an almost painful intensity.
Liam's insistent thrusting and his steady groaned litany of "Oh God, Zoe, damn it…" lasted for mere seconds after Zoe threw back her head and tightened around him.
"Fuck!" Liam's strangled shout was buried in Zoe's hair as he thrust erratically and shuddered as his own orgasm washed over him.
Letting himself flop to the side rather than squish his Zoe, Liam took in great heaving breaths, a dopey, sated smile curling his lips. He shifted his hips a little, pulling out and looking down at Zoe. Zoe shifted sinuously against him, a similarly sated smile crossing her own face. Liam's smile turned warm and affectionate and he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Zoe's head, feeling her return kiss against the skin of his shoulder.
The sound of slow applause startled them both, dragging them both back down to reality and making them remember that they were not alone. Liam jerked, flipping over and sitting up with a start. He felt Zoe bolt upright behind him and shifted, shielding her body with his own. The target smirked at them both, still clapping.
"Like the show, sweet?" Zoe hastily dragged her persona of street prostitute back on again.
The target simply raised an eyebrow, and it was enough to make Liam's heart leap into his throat, "More than you could imagine…" he smirked, and added, "Bloody Mary."
"Shit…" Liam breathed, suddenly horrified, "Who the fuck are you?"
The target's smirk grew ever wider, and he moved for the door, falsely confident, "I'm exactly who you and your sister think I am, Gunman."
He paused with his hand on the door handle, "And now," he said, holding up a still-running videophone with one hand, "I have something that may keep your supervisors from killing me for a little while longer."
That was his biggest mistake. Zoe vaulted out of the bed, not caring a whit that she was stark naked and still flushed from the best sex of her life. She was across the room in three quick strides pinning the target to the wall with a painful sounding thud. She yanked the videophone out of his hand, staring at the stunned face of her CO in the opposite screen, swore vulgarly and flipped it shut, ending the call.
The target snickered, despite having his face pressed against the wall, "Oh dear… not who you were expecting, Bloody Mary?"
Zoe spun him around, pinning him to the wall by his throat. She drove a well aimed fist into his stomach, turning his snickers into choking wheezes. Liam had by now slid off the bed after her, moving across the room far more quietly than any man his size had a right to.
"The fuck are you playin' at?" he snarled at the man his sister had pinned to the wall.
"Like I said," the target gasped out around Zoe's arm across his throat, "Thanks to you two and your… perversities… I now have something that may prove more useful to your supervisors than my death."
"Motherfucker…" Zoe hissed in his ear, "You won't get the chance to prove your usefulness to my supervisors."
It was, perhaps, an error made in haste. The post-coital haze still fogging her mind, maybe. Whichever it was, it was still a critical mistake. One that Sergeant Zoe Tamsyn Kissane should never have made. She only pinned one of the target's arms. Only one. The other was left free. Liam noticed, almost too late, eyes widening as a glint of light on metal flared.
"Zoe! Move!" without waiting for her, Liam grabbed his sister by the arms, ignoring her snarl of protest, and swung her out of the way.
Twisting away from Zoe and into the target's attack, Liam growled as a sharp stinging pain slashed its way across his stomach. Ignoring it for the moment, he lashed out, driving one meaty fist into the target's stomach. The blade dropped from the target's hand, allowing Liam to flick it away with his foot. Then, still moving, Liam's hand slid up the target's chest and broke his neck with an audible snap.
Taking a step back, and still keeping his back to Zoe, Liam let the target's body slide limply to the floor. Wincing again at the stinging pain in his side, he pressed a hand to it and looked down, grimacing at the short gash that had been opened up across his ribs. He felt, rather than heard, Zoe step up beside him.
"Li…" just his nickname, spoken softly.
"S'fine, Zoe. Just a nick," he turned to face her, a small, sad smile curling his lips.
"Sit down. Let me see it," it was not a request.
Liam allowed himself to be pulled down onto the bed. He let Zoe peel his hand away from the gash. Zoe hissed furiously at seeing it, running careful fingers around the wound. She glanced around the room before finally yanking the topsheet off the bed and tearing it into strips. Liam winced, hissing in pain as she pressed one of the strips against the wound.
"Fuck it, Zoe, that hurts!" he growled.
"Hush it, you big baby," she grumbled back, a soft smile up at him taking any sting out of the words, "So much for the Irish crack commandos."
Carefully cleaning the wound as much as possible, Zoe bandaged it as best she could, tying the piece of sheet off tightly. She stroked gentle fingers over the bandages, eyes troubled, before looking up at Liam and sighing. Leaning in, she pressed her lips to the skin just above the bandages, feeling Liam breathe underneath her. Zoe pulled back, looking up at Liam again, eyes still troubled.