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"But it's so strange, it's something new
Amazing feelings that I have for you
I close my eyes when I'm alone
Wonder what it'd be like to make you moan"

~Maroon 5 - Kiwi


Auggie opened the door to the safe house, pulling off his blazer, tossing it to some end of the room. Annie had decided to stay out with a few ladies she had met at the club; they were going to a local bar that Annie had chosen close to the safe house. To keep up appearances, he reluctantly let her go alone, making sure that she should call if anything were to go wrong. Auggie undid the buttons on his shirt and unfastened the latches of his dress pants, but refused to take the clothes off. He wanted to bathe in her scent forever; the tropical, girly shampoo she used, to the vanilla body spray that roamed her skin. The combination was lethal, and with the smooth texture of her skin, he felt poisoned by her. There was no way to rid of her from his mind.

Not that he minded. He guided himself to his bedroom, walking stick in hand. Reaching the bed, he fell upon it, exhausted and exhilarated by her very memory. Annie had been his last woman for the evening before Jester let him go early. He protested, but Jester had said something about the newbie not being overworked. Bullshit. Had Jester been watching them? The sick thought had made his insides tighten, but a volt of pleasure had shot through his lower half. Throughout the cab ride home, all he could remember was Annie's voice, switching dangerously from seducing him to planning their next moves. One minute, she was explaining to Auggie the Host that she had spent summer nights skinny-dipping and spring breaks at casinos; all part of her cover. The next, she was whispering how she would love to do away with Jester's nuts for whatever he was putting Amy through.

Auggie grinned at the memory of their conversations. He knew she was aggressive, but cunning. He shouldn't have been so attracted to those qualities, but he was, and was only left in wondering if Annie had felt his arousal when she moaned his name as he rubbed her shins.

Oh, such skin should be a sin. Never had he had felt muscles toned from the running in heels, or the tension either. It made him feel that he had done something useful. But now, Auggie Anderson was stuck home, and unfortunately, in need of a shower. Opening a drawer with a sigh, he felt for an easy t-shirt and sweatpants. The watch around his wrist said 12:09AM before he took it off and placed it in the drawer. Feeling his way to the bathroom, he took off the remaining host clothes, saying a bitter goodbye to her previous warmth and aroma, turned on the hot water, and gently stepped in, bracing himself, and leaning against the tiled wall under the shower head.

Such temperature change hadn't been the brightest idea, but he ignored his deed for the moment as he opened the small bottle of shampoo and dumped a generous amount to the top of his head. Lather, lather, lather; his hair began to lightly curl. The hot water cascaded over his chest, burning him, but not a single care passed in his mind. The pain put off the pleasure as he scrubbed his head again.

But there was only so much he could really ignore before he had to address the problem; the rapid manifestation of the feeling of another body along with him. Annie filled his mind again, and with a groan, he leaned his head back against the wall. This wasn't an attraction anymore; it felt like a maniacal obsession. Was he really going to sink this low?

It was a question he didn't even consider as he wrapped his right hand around his enlarged member. "Fuck," he cursed out loud. The remembering, the skin, the fruity smell; it all had made its way straight to his groin. Masturbation was such a tease compared to what he could have, but at this moment, the thought of a woman's touch that wasn't Annie's filled him with a sort of distaste he never had before. It was either Annie, or his hand, and unfortunately for August Anderson, the choice was clear.

Pressing himself against the wall again, he tightened his grip on his ever growing cock before beginning the slow, torturous movement of his hand. Pulling forward, he ran his thumb over the engorged tip, moaning lowly at the sensations of pleasure that shot through him like electricity. He felt his pulse quicken; however, the more dominant part of him wanted this to last. Relish in the mental pleasure that Annie Walker could so easily bring to him.

"Annie." Her name was heaven in his chest, fire in his lungs, while he increased speed. The warm water didn't peak the flames of his insides as he imagined the hot cavern that was her body if he were to press inside of her core. Immediately his hand moved rapidly, stroking his cock frantically, falling to pieces while growling her name. Her breathy moan vivid in his mind, her legs in his hands, her mouth to his ear; the sheer remembrance pushed him over the edge. With a throaty yell of her name, Auggie pressed himself hard, and felt his body shattered with euphoria and pleasure. Wave upon wave of feeling rocked his body, and with a shudder, thick, hot spurts of his essence released from him. Running down his legs and sticky in his hands, he felt the evidence of her seduction on his body and in his half hard member.

With eyes closed, Auggie remained still under the water, washing the remnants of his activity away, and shut off the showerhead. Gingerly moving and about, he toweled quickly, and found himself once more, lying on the bed, but with his hand upon his cock again. He could will it as much as he wanted to, but it was clear that self pleasure could not tame his desire so quickly.

With a heated sigh, he returned his attention to the pulse under his hand. He yanked the foreskin up, jerking the member to life again. It was simple to recall how her backside moved against his pelvis back in the closet, her skin slick against his. Even though he saw dark already, he closed his eyes; words couldn't describe how he would give the world for an hour with her. He wanted to spread her apart, to taste every inch of ivory smooth skin she had to offer him, to bite her lips until she whimpered.

Her named rolled off Auggie's tongue as he licked his lips. "Oh, Annie." Faster, harder. More. More. More. "Annie." He could feel sweat beginning to form, his next orgasm only movements away. "Ann-"

"Auggie?"

A door shut and Auggie froze before yanking what he could of the covers over his naked form. "HEY ANNIE!" he called. "I'M ACTUALLY JUST STEPPING OUT OF THE SHOWER AND GOING TO BED."

"Oh, that's fine, I was just checking if you were okay. You're okay, right? I'm sorry you spent the night alone." He heard another door open, probably the one to her room.

"Yeah." He dared not to move his hand, which was still wrapped around his raging erection, begging for release. "Just perfect."


The next morning, Auggie woke stiff and restless. Aside from the previous night's adventures, his nightmares left him lying awake, cold sweat around his forehead. With a disheveled head of hair, he pulled on a set of shorts and padded his way to the bathroom, splashing water on his face. Walking stick in his hand, he was about to walk into the kitchen when he coughed violently. The air was thick with smoke.

"Annie!"

Auggie felt a hand at his shoulder. "Sorry Auggie! I tried to make pancakes." She sounded sheepish. "I guess Danielle's the cook in the family."

He mustered as much of a laugh as he could before coughing again as Annie muttered something about opening the windows. He was genuinely happy at her attempt to make them feel like home. In a country that they felt lost in, she was the closest thing to home that he could experience.

After giving up on the pancakes and settling for coffee, tarts, and other pastries for breakfast, Auggie settled in his room with his laptop, Annie's phone, and a set of headphones as he tried to decipher the voice recording she had picked up. Without the arsenal of technology at the CIA, he found it mildly difficult, since he wasn't fluent in many languages. He asked Annie for some help, but there was only so much to do. The only option left was to contact Joan to send a CIA translator.

He dialed and sorted details out with her. Joan would send an already stationed asset to them in the form of a delivery boy. Auggie snickered.

"How's Annie doing?" Joan's concern for her was endless to Auggie.

"She's doing alright. She's made friends."

Joan didn't hide her laugh; a sound that Auggie knew was rare these days. "She's got a knack for that. But I meant if she was… okay."

"Why wouldn't she be?"

Joan's pause made Auggie feel uneasy. "You've been on the other end of her missions before. You know how she can get. Your mission is to bring our agent back home. Keep yourself and her focused on that."

Auggie didn't have to say much after that, but as he hung up, he felt a sudden feeling of guilt: Annie was plenty focused. It was he who was looking in the other direction.


"Do you want to go out for lunch?"

"I'm good, thanks."

It was mid afternoon. After room service had dropped off the necessary equipment, Auggie wasted no time. He dived straight into formatting the audio files and running them through the computer translator before shipping them home. It was a tedious task to decipher what Jester was saying; he mixed business with pleasure so often. One minute, it was about sex. The other, he'd be talking of after hour events that left Auggie both curious and angry.

"Well, do you need any help with the translations?"

"Nope, don't worry about it."

Though Auggie couldn't see, he knew that brushing Annie away was the only way to keep his eyes on the mission, like Joan had advised. His loneliness was not the mission; saving the agent is.

"What have you got so far?"

Auggie sighed. "Not a lot. He talks a lot about the customers more than his hosts. It'd be much more efficient if we bugged his office or the apartment again."

"That can be done."

"You're insane." Auggie looked at her general direction. "And if you got caught? Do we really need you to get caught?"

He instantly regretted his prior words. How easily he doubted her when she was putting faith into him. "I won't get caught." Hurt was in her voice but she bounced back fast. "If you distract him enough, I can get away with it."

Auggie sighed, his eyes closing in frustration. "We'll see."

Her voice grew a bit high pitched. "I don't need your permission to do my job, Auggie." With that, she stalked off, leaving Auggie mentally cursing himself. He turned his back on her retreating figure and went back to work. After all, it seemed to be the only constant in his ever-confusing life.

It was only the matter of hours before Auggie half leapt out of his seat at the machinery. The recording had proved to be fruitful after all, but in the most damning of ways.

"Annie, we have a problem." Silence. "Annie?" Auggie felt for his walking stick and his phone on the desk, grabbing it and hastily punching in the speed dial for her.

She picked up on the third ring. "Hello?"

"Annie, where are you?" His voice was wavering with anger.

"I'm at the club with a nice man, his name is John Smith." Her voice sounded prompt and pretty.

"You left without me?"

"Don't be silly!" She was giggling into the phone now, and Auggie heard another heavy breath, clearly not Annie's. "Your shift is later, and plus, I'm allowed to see other hosts, aren't I?"

Auggie's grip on the phone turned to steel. "Yes, I suppose you are."

"Listen, I gotta go, but I'll see you- AH STOP THAT TICKLES!" She launched into another fit of laughter before saying; "I'll see you later!"

Auggie mechanically put his phone down. If worry hadn't taken over, jealously would be the first emotion that boiled inside of him. And it was obvious that this John Smith man ticked Auggie off more than anyone, but he had another concern far greater than whoever was kissing Annie's neck.

Jester planned to talk with and take Annie home tonight. Whether she liked it or not.


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