A/N: Soooo…(insert grin here). It took me awhile to decide whether or not to post this as I have NEVER written a chapter like this before. It is rated M for obvious reasons so be warned.
A low growl escaped Ian as Hailey's fingers wound through his hair. All semblance of control was lost as he lifted her with ease and her long legs wrapped securely around his waist. They both came tumbling down onto the bed, limbs tangled in a knot. Shirts were removed with ruthless efficiency, but Ian suddenly put a halt to things as he nudged her onto her back. Hovering over her her, he looked down with a roguish grin. Her eyebrow arched in question, but she broke into a huge smile as he began kissing his way down her chest, stopping at the offending button to her jeans. He popped the button and slowly peeled the garment off of her, watching as her breath became shallow.
He had missed this. If he died right now he wouldn't mind one hands ghosted back up her legs to slip under the band of her underwear and slide those off as well. He sunk down to his knees, pulling her legs over his shoulders. Ian could feel her pulse pounding as he lightly nipped the spot above the femoral artery.
He felt Hailey's hand run through his hair to grip the back of his head, urging him to move where she wanted him to go. Impatient as always Ian grinned to himself and swatted her hand away. This wasn't some quick and dirty against a wall while on a stake out. And he was determined to erase the thought of her being the "former student he screwed when convenient" from her mind. No, he was going to take all the time her wanted.
Hailey sighed in frustration and laid back down in dramatic fashion but Ian didn't miss the hitch in her breath as he ran his finger lightly against her folds. It may have been a few years since the last time he had her splayed out before him like this, but he still knew exactly how to play her, and my God she was as responsive as ever. His eyes lit up as he watched her back arch in reaction to him sinking his fingers inside her, a small hiss escaping her lips. He obliged her when she started cursing at him to put that "talented tongue" of his to use, but quickly had to use his free hand to pin her waist down to keep her from thrashing about.
"Ian!" His name was torn from her mouth as her body spasm around him and he felt a smile tugging on his lips. Knowing she would say something about his giant ego if she saw it, he focused his attention on kissing his way back up her body, as she crawled backward toward the headboard. Instead of settling himself between her legs, Ian suddenly found himself on his back as she used the fact she had him very much distracted to her advantage, and was now directly on top of him. The grin that threatened to escape before was now plastered all over his face as she tugged at his belt.
Ian raised his hips to allow her to pull of the belt in one fell swoop. He pulled off his shirt as she popped the buttons of his cargo pants. She shimmied the pants and his boxers halfway down his legs before moving back up towards his waist, putting her legs on either side of his hips. Ian had been rock hard from the moment he had kissed her, and watching her straddle his waist was bordering on being called torture. He thanked whatever god was listening for her impatience as she had barely teased her entrance before taking him all at once. Ian dug his fingers into her waist, which was likely to leave a bruise, as he threw his head back against the pillows.
"Fuuckkk….." he let out.
She didn't give him time to catch his breath and began to ride him hard. Her left hand was running between her chest and hair, while her right was planted against his chest using it as leverage to the slid up and down his length. Ian knocked her right hand off his chest causing her to lurch forward, enabling him to crush her mouth down on his, tongues battling for dominance. Ian used this moment to grip her hips and rolled them over, never separating except to finish kicking off his pants which had remained tangled around his calves.
He relished ever moan and cry that he elicited from her mouth as he buried himself in her. Her nails dug into his back as she came again. Ian didn't relent and his breath became ragged as he neared his own release. Through the fog that what building in his mind he saw her piercing blue eyes looking directly into his, and he matched her gaze as they engaged in the hottest kiss he could remember, finally collapsing into her arms.
When he was able to regain command of his senses, Ian slowly lifted his weight off of her, only to be stopped by Hailey who pulled him down again, running her fingers through his hair. After a few minutes of her absentmindedly run her fingers along his back and arms, his body started to ache in protest and he pulled her against him as he rolled onto his back. Her body melded against his and she rested her head against his chest. He huffed in amusement when he realized she was asleep, his ego not at all growing in size at the thought of having managed to exhaust his younger partner. Kissing the top of her head, he soon followed.
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Ian came to a few hours later. The light from the streetlamp seeped through the blinds outlining the figure that was draped across his chest. For a moment, those five years had been erased but Ian came crashing back into reality as he caught himself reaching out to move her hair out of her face. His hand hovered just shy of her sleeping face as he squeezed his eyes shut. Had someone told him 24 hours ago that the day would end with the golden child of the CIA back in his bed, he would have had the person committed. 5 years of building up walls, and in an instant here she was, in his arms?
Ian didn't know how he had managed to overlook something as basic as telling this woman that he loved her. Looking back though he could see how it had happened. Many would describe his as a loan wolf, probably with a few other choice adjectives thrown in. Spending the time he did with Hailey, letting her past his defenses was his way of showing he cared. It was so obvious to him what she meant. But all of this was when he was on loan to the Agency. And with his usually stoic demeanor and singular focus on the hunt, he could see how things would have been murky for her. And hell she had been barely 20 when they first met, and was was being trained as a highly skilled asset. Not a lot of time in there for past relationships, or developing anything that would have prepared her to navigate their complicated mess.
He was just over 14 years her senior. He should have known better. But he knew he had been selfish. He had found someone that understood who he was and had a drive that mirrored his own. In his line of work it was rare. The age difference as something he usually forgot about, except when her temper flared. She acted and handled herself in a way that was far beyond her years. But it was partly due to a hazard of the job. Coming into the field at her age, she missed out on many of the things Ian probably took for granted.
Ian took some comfort knowing she would have walked away if she had wanted. She wasn't a pushover, and would have put him in his place if she found it necessary, looked what had happened five years ago. But not catching this whole avoidable mess sooner was on him. It bothered him that she had ever thought he had thought any less of her that what she was to him. When Ian had suggested she walk away, even if it was to another job that was challenging in its own right, the offer of it would have likely been the last straw for Hailey. She was top dog at the agency. The one they sent out when no one else would do, with very little rules. Ian was brought in as a teacher and a consultant. And they raised holy hell together, and had a lot of a lot of fun along the way. Leaving that all behind to play second fiddle to Ian at a domestic agency where she would be under scrutiny was not what the younger asset had in mind. Ian had thought she had picked the job over him. But if she had thought he may not care for her like he did, the offer would have seem little more than a power move. He could see how everything got fucked up. He couldn't change the past.
He let out a repressed sigh knowing he was letting his mind get the better of him. It wasn't much use to go down this road again. Not at this particular moment anyway. He'd rather enjoy possibly the last moments he had left with her curled against him. Who knew what tomorrow would bring. He cautiously moved the offending strand of hair that had been bothering him out of her face. The movement caused her to stir slightly and Ian would deny that he tightened his grip around her. It was all so damn frustrating. Despite the chaos in their lives, their seemingly identical yet very different jobs, her impulsiveness, stubbornness, and everything else that drove him mad, he loved her. She had managed to get past every defense, every last bit of his sensibility.
His internal rant was stymied when he felt a hand ghost across his chest, tracing the outline of an old scar. He should have known better to think she was so asleep as to not pick up on the war raging in his mind. She had an uncanny knack for picking up on the things Ian would rather hide. Rushing to fend off the coming reality of the evening events, Ian gripped the duvet and brought it up over both of them and brought her wandering hand up to his lips. She thankfully settled down and Ian could tell she had drifted back off, granting them both a few more hours of bliss before the morning, and whatever it was going to bring with it.