A/N: There's a reason I don't usually do sex scenes and it's below!
CHAPTER FOUR
"I'm going to play real nice." Fallon promised darkly, stamping down the rebellious thoughts her body had implanted in her mind the minute Matt had kissed her. That had been a problem so long ago for them, they'd had a serious chemistry going between them. Not good, especially since they had been in a dangerous situation.
It seemed nothing had changed, not even the dangerous part.
"Matt… what're you-" She gasped when he moved his hand under her skirt, running up her bare thigh, hissing when he removed her knife from it's place.
"Unarming you." Matt said simply, listening as the knife hit the floor, chuckling at the incredulous expression adorning her face. "You didn't think I would remember?" He snorted, tracing her jaw line with his lips. "My dear Fallon, so naïve at times."
"I hope you remembered this one." Fallon said icily before turning violently, bringing both her arms down, breaking his hold on her. The next second she had Matt on the ground, straddling him, her knees on is shoulders, a knife to his throat. "You always did forget that I keep a spare." She sneered, pleased to see the look in his eyes. "Now, you have yet to tell me why you're here. Think you can keep your hands and lips off of me long enough to do so or should I slit your throat now?"
Matt smirked back at her wickedly, shaking his head slowly. The steel blade grazed his throat but to his credit he didn't even flinch when his own blood began to lightly flow. "Go ahead, slit my throat. Then you won't know the REAL reason why I'm here." He taunted, dark eyes gleaming.
Growling, she knew he was right and dug the blade a little deeper before pulling it away, licking his blood from it then hurled it into the far wall, never taking her eyes from his. "All right Matt, enough with the games. Why are you here?" She demanded in a whisper.
"Mmm, I like 'em fiery!" He growled, chuckling darkly when Fallon shivered, running his hands up and down her sides. "Fine, no more games. I'm here to tell you that you were right and I was wrong. I should've ended David when I had the chance but I was too cocky for my own good." He met her eyes directly. "I need your help to bring him down, Fal."
"Forget David and move on." Fallon advised dryly, getting off of him and going to retrieve her knife, pulling it from the wall. "People think we're dead, enjoy it and make a new life Matt, I'm going too. Now if you don't mind, I have a flight to catch." She groaned when she was caught in his arms again, this time being held against him. "Matt, I said no and I meant it. I'm out, done. I should've stayed down under the radar when John was murdered, you can bet your ass I won't be making the same mistake twice."
"David knows we're alive." Matt whispered in her ear, sighing as he slowly turned her to face him. "He found out we escaped and he knows your new identity, Fallon. He's coming after us so whether you like it or not, we're going to have to do one final job."
"Why the fuck does David want- never mind. I already know. I pissed him off on day one and I know too much." Fallon sighed, rubbing the heel of her hand against her forehead. "How long do we have?"
"We need to leave here immediately. I've given up the diamonds and gems. I just want to start over with a new life and try to build up something that's totally legal." Matt explained, raking a hand through his hair. "We're in this together until the end, Fallon. This is only the beginning."
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What was supposed to be one final job, one final murder turned into a series that spanned a year. The cat and mouse game was on. David knew his life was in danger as long as Matt was live, knowing his former boss would never rest until one of them were dead, which made David more paranoid.
Every time Fallon and Matt stopped, they found David's men waiting for them, and the followers seemed to multiply by the week, for every one they killed, three more appeared. They'd finally caught a break though, they were hiding in all places, Fallon's home-city, which also happened to be where David was running his current operation.
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"He's running a… get this, a gem business out of the Westside." Fallon announced, having access to a computer in their new 'home'. "He seems to think he's in the clear, maybe we got away clean last time."
"Is THAT right?" Matt asked, not looking at her, busy lifting weights. "Where at? How many?" He demanded finally, sitting up, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
She didn't look at him, busy at the keyboard, rattling off an address then rubbed her eyes, yawning as she took a sip of her stale coffee. "And… oh boy- you really want to know? He has roughly around… five dozen with him, from the looks of these records though, there's more out in the field." She groaned, raking a hand through her tousled black hair. "He's going to be throwing a party tomorrow night, maybe we should crash it." Fallon smiled humorlessly. This was the first time they'd been this close to David since he tried to kill them both.
"What do you suggest? Bombs? Guns? Something powerful enough to wipe out the lot of them." Matt walked up behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. "It's almost over, baby. Then we can get on with our lives."
"We don't have time to build a bomb AND a detonator and we can't exactly request one, not with how short our time frame is." Fallon mused, leaning back against him. "Guns, risky. We'd have to get in without being caught." Sighing, she pushed away from the table and turned, draping her arms around his neck. "But that might be our best shot, we can't hire anyone, we wouldn't know if the job was done." She pressed her forehead to his. "Let's do it ourselves, either way, at least we'll know for sure."
Matt sighed, bending down so he was eye-level with her. "What's on your mind, Fal?"
"I don't know…" She moved back so she was sitting on the edge of the table, pulling him with her. "I guess I'll be pulling an all nighter. I can pull up blue prints of the place, so we'll know the layout.." She drained the last of her coffee. "After that, it's getting into the place we need to worry about."
"What if we could get a bomb onto a security camera?" He asked casually, stroking his chin.
"We could…. But we'll have to place it ourselves. Before the party, when the staff is getting things around. It'll be hectic, they'll be outsiders in and out, we could slip in then." She whispered, running her fingers through his hair. "You can do the bomb bit since that's your thing and I can work out the timer and electrical bit."
Matt nodded, frowning when he seen her moving to sit back down and pulled her up into his arms, moving towards the bed. "You're sleeping tonight." He said firmly, hating how she would stay up all night, trying to figure out a way to beat David. They had a chance tomorrow and he wanted her to be well rested.
"Matt… there's work to be done." Fallon protested half-heartedly, not wanting to admit how much sleeping sounded positively sinful at the moment. She nestled against him, pulling him down so he was laying on her, loving the feel of his weight pressing her into the bed.
"You're sleeping." He purred in her ear, nipping softly at the lobe before trailing his lips and tongue down her neck. Matt smirked, knowing the perfect way to ensure she got a good night's rest and ran his hands down her sides, feeling her beautiful curves. "Mmm, yes you are… I'll tire your little pert ass out if I have too…"
"You're waking me up." Fallon growled, dragging her fingernails down his chest, hard enough to bring blood to the surface but not to break skin. "If you want me to sleep, this isn't the way to do it." Rolling so she was on top, she bent down to attack Matt's chest with her mouth, snickering when a groan escaped Matt's lip, purposely going for the spots she knew he was sensitive at.
"But it's so fuckin good, baby…" He moaned, his black hair splayed around him on the pillow as he watched her, resting his hands on her hips. He'd been with this woman for a year and this wasn't their first time around the block together. It wouldn't be their last either. He brought Fallon's face down to his, brutally kissing her lips.
Fallon gasped when she was flipped onto her back, her flimsy tank top ripped away and bit down on Matt's lips, sucking away the blood. She slid her tongue into his mouth, letting him taste his own blood, groaning when the next thing to go were her bra and shorts. She ran her hands down his muscular back, tugging away his track pants, smirking when she felt bare skin under them and purposely dug her nails into his ass, chuckling wickedly when he hissed.
"You're gonna get it, woman." He growled in her ear, lifting her legs around his waist. He gripped her thighs, their chests pressed together and in one smooth, fluid motion, buried himself inside of her. "Damn!"
"FUCK!" Fallon gasped, her hands clutching his arms, her entire body trembling. Her first time with Matt, he'd thrown her for a loop with his rough love-making, though she'd quickly come to love it and returned it jus as eagerly. She tightened her legs around him, rolling her hips against him. "Breathe, Matt." She teased, moaning when he started pounding into her, reaching back to grip the metal bars of the headboard.
Matt hissed between his gritted teeth, sweat forming on his forehead, thrusting into her hard, fast and rough, the way they both liked it. He loved tormenting her though and purposely slowed down, driving her mad. He slid almost completely from her, smirking slightly when she groaned. "You like that, baby? You like me fucking you this way?"
"God, yes!" She managed to get out through clenched teeth, glaring when he went slow again. The second Matt upped the tempo, Fallon came, her inner walls clamping down around Matt's cock, arching and writhing against him. "Damn!" She hissed in his ear, whimpering when he brought her to a second orgasm, crying out when she felt him tensing, knowing what was coming next, burying her face in the crook of his neck.
Matt growled as he held her close, snapping his hips forward harshly, finally burying himself deep inside her before exploding, both their bodies shuddering with the intensity. "Fallon!" He bellowed, cumming in waves inside of her, feeling her pussy holding him in a vise like grip that left him breathless.
"Holy fuck…" She whispered raggedly, inhaling and exhaling, focusing on nothing but tha, needing to slow down her racing heart before it leapt out of her chest. She felt him shift and roll off of her and folded her arms underneath her head, staring up at the ceiling, willing her body to calm down, to cool down.
Matt smiled when he felt Fallon roll onto her side, resting her head on his chest and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "How do you feel?" He murmured, lazily stroking the small of her back.
"I think I'll sleep all right."