So here is another chapter because I received comments :)

i kept that story T but there is an M part if some reader are interested. It's called Being Human M. Yes I am that original!


- Arianne, he breathed. What are y...

He was silenced with another kiss, on his dried lips this time. She was staring at him, unsure of how he would react and his blank face was not helping her.

He was stunned. No sane woman would ever want to get involved with an asset. First, it was against the rules and second, they were dangerous. But she was so sweet, so strong, so beautiful, so perfect. No! He could not be allowed to taint her. She was looking at him, with her red and swollen eyes, her lips, moisted by her tears, so full, so soft. He was dangerous, he was not allowed to... But he was also a man, in need of comfort. Could he, for once, allow himself to simply be Aaron and not agent Cross. Deciding to take a leap of faith, he crushed his lips on hers, his right hand holding the back of her head, the other, around her waist, pulling her even closer. It was not romantic, it was not sweet, it was desperate, like a drowning man clenching to a life jacket.

Her lips were salty from her tears, slightly cracked and oh so soft. She was obviously new to that kissing business, he could tell by her hesitation in responding to his touch. They pulled apart to catch their breaths.

- Aaron, she whispered against his neck, I think I might have made a mistake.

- Hmmm, what mistake? He asked her, hoping she was not going to push him away. He could not lose her.

There was a delay before she answered him but ,he thought, her still being cradled in his arms was a good sign.

- I think I love you, she said, her voice like a silent whisper.

Had he been stabbed, the shock would have been lesser. Her. Love. Him. Even in his most secret dreams he had never hoped for such a thing. Of course he had fantasized about her being attracted to him but he had never dare hope for so much. He had nothing to offer her but broken shards of his past life and constant menace, yet she had seen something good in him. She had allowed him, a complete stranger, in her house, she had taken care of him, listened to him without running away and now this. It was too much. His armour was gone, torn by her attentions, his training had never prepared him for such a situation, he was truly left bare: human. And he cried. He did not realize it at first, the tears just sneaked out of his eyes, rolling down his cheeks, landing in her hair. He kissed the top of her head, holding her tight, his grip nearly bruising. In the few months he had known her, she had become his sanity. Simply knowing she was alive and well somewhere help him to go on with the missions. He would live trough anything for a chance of being with her one day. That triggered a thought that crashed through him like lightning.

- I love you Arianne, I love you so much, he gasped between two sobs.

From there, their kisses grew more heated, still desperate but sweet at the same time. Being very careful not to make her feel trapped again, he changed their position so he was sitting on the carpet with her straddling his hips, giving him a nice view of her pointy nipples trough the white tank top she wore as a pajamas. Running his hands up and down her sides, occasionally passing his thumbs over her breasts, he lavished her throat with open mouthed kisses, lightly biting below her ear and down her neck. He must have been doing something right, he thought, because she was making the most delightful little sounds and slightly grinding her pelvis against his.


M part: see my other story, Being Human M, chapter one.


When it was over, she crawled partly on top of him, draping a leg around his and resting her head on his shoulder. He brought a hand to her waist and caressed her skin lightly making her giggle as he passed over her ribs.

- Did I hurt you? He asked a little worried. After all, she had cried out.

Mimicking his earlier reassurance she said:

- You are perfect Aaron.

And after that she dozed off in his arms.


Unbeknown to them, in the adjacent appartment, was a recorder. Beside that recorder was a man, with cold, blue, dead eyes. He took the mobile next to him and pressed #. When a voice answered him he said in a deep detached voice:

- Five is emotionally compromised.

- You know how it works, answered the voice at the other end of the line. Fix it! And remember, we need Five alive.


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