Izzy walked into the room, to her surprise the bed was made, there were no clothes hanging around and everything seemed decently presentable. Even the breakfast that she guessed Bobbi would have ordered seemed to be gone. She wondered why, or even if they had done anything, it wasn't until Bobbi stepped outside of the bathroom that she understood what was going on. Her hair was combed and down, a soft blush was on her cheeks and her eyes were sparkly blue, a permanent little smile in the corner of her mouth. She was wearing shorts and a shirt. A shirt that wasn't hers, not unless she had decided to buy Giorgio Armani men clothing. Izzy cocked her eyebrow at her, ready to hear an explanation. Bobbi just sat on the bed and begun debriefing.
"So, one of the drives is here. In his hotel room, I'll have Jesus take it after tonight. The other one is probably in a safe house, where he stays. The only reason why he has a room is so he can host the parties for the SAS. As for the third one, still no idea, but by the looks of it we'll be able to locate it soon." she informed.
"Great." answered Heartly dismissively, "How was it?" she asked.
"How was what?" replied Bobbi pretending to be clueless.
"How was Lance Hunter at bed?" insisted the veteran. Bobbi laughed.
"It was good." she confessed. "Really good."
"And the morning? Come on Barbara, you know I wanna know everything, don't force me to interrogate you."
"He woke up before I did, but didn't move until he saw it was late and had to wake me up. Then we kinda teased each other and he went to take a shower while I ordered breakfast. I put on his shirt - which looks better on me, even Lance said so - and he paid for the food. Then he was being really sweet and I pushed him away. He told me that if I wanted it to be a one night stand, he'd understand."
"And what'd you say to that?"
"Nothing." she replied after a brief pause, "We just kept on having breakfast and then I went to get his clothes."
"Great report." laughed izzy, "That's not what I wanted though, I wanted to know how you enjoyed yourself."
"Let's not talk about that." sighed Bobbi, "I'm on mission and I have to stay focused." she said looking away.
"Then why are you still wearing his shirt?" argued Heartly. Bobbi's gaze shot up at her friend.
What could she tell Izzy? That she liked the idea of wearing his clothes? That she had never slept more comfortable in anyone's arms? That the sensation that stirred in her when he touched her was the best? That every time he looked at her she felt her heart race? That she had a stupid crush on Lance Hunter even though they had just met? That she was hoping it could go beyond a one night stand? No. That sounded very close to being compromised, and she couldn't. Bobbi's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Izzy's phone.
"Hey Hunter. Yeah, well I'm with her right now. Unless you like wearing a blue woman tank top, then no, she isn't wearing your shirt. Is Idaho still complaining about the bruise? Yeah I thought so. Um yeah, sure." Izzy winked and hung up.
"Hunter? Bruise? Idaho?" she laughed, "Since when are you guys such good friends...?"
"We clicked, not in the way you and Hunter did, but we get along fine."
"Why does everyone call him that?" laughed Bobbi.
"Sounds much cooler. Everyone calls you Mockingbird - except Jesus, he calls you hot blondie." Bobbi rolled her eyes at that.
"What did Lance want?"
"Oooh, Lance..." teased Izzy before she got a pillow thrown her way, "He was asking if I was with you, so that we could hang out."
"You know where we're going?"
"Didn't ask. Let me guess, you're worried about what to wear." Bobbi glared at her friend.
"I'm seducing him for intel, my outfit is very important." she hissed.
"You already seduced him. He knows what you look like naked." countered Isabelle while holding back a chuckle, "You just want to look cute for Hunt- Lance."
"You're such a pain in the ass." laughed Morse while standing up. "You know what, I'm not gonna go. Let's make him miss me." she schemed.
"Great, well give me a call if you change your mind." waved Izzy while leaving.
Bobbi was not going to change her mind. Izzy wouldn't hear from her until the morning, but she wouldn't hear from Lance either. Bobbi was going to his room, and she was going to stay there with him until dawn. She waited five minutes, so that Izzy would be out of sight and quickly ran through the hallways and up the stairs. With her heart at an unusual rate, she knocked on the black door with golden borders. The door swung open, and there he was, with the black t-shirt and grey jeans she had picked up for him.
"Bobbi...?" he said while his mouth curved into a pleasant smile. She jumped to his lips, exploring his mouth thoroughly and shamelessly. His eyebrows rose in surprise, but he was quick to kiss her back and snake his arms around her waist. They stumbled inside and she kicked the door close. She broke off the kiss, his lips still lingering on hers until she pulled his head back gently.
"Why'd you ask Izzy if I was wearing your shirt?"
"Well," he looked down ashamed, "I was trying to determine whether I was a one night-" she cut him off with a chaste kiss.
"Did you miss me?" she asked between kisses.
"Come on, love. You know the answer to that, you just like hearing it." he answered his breath warm against her skin.
God that accent. She intensified the kiss, her nails digging to the back of his head and tugging on his hair. He grabbed her ass in return, pulling her closer to him. His touch was intoxicating, the same way his tongue was addictive. She knew however, that this wouldn't last, that they would have to part ways and she'd never see him again after the mission. She also knew, that that meant she had to give it all now. She pulled away, her fingertips brushing down the thin cotton of his black t-shirt and onto his belt.
"Really? I just got dressed..." he joked.
"I'll dress you up again when I'm done." she informed him while pulling down his jeans.
She pushed him against the wall, his pants making him trip his way there. She laughed at him, earning herself a fake scowl. She crawled a few steps to him and pulled his shirt up slightly, kissing his abdomen carefully with a slight suck on his toned muscles. She soon felt something hard against her throat and figured it was time. She pulled down his underwear and sucked on his cock like it was some god damn lolly pop. Right before he could come she stood up, leaning on him sideways while she finished him off with some stroking. He cummed and leaned back on the wall, desperately trying to catch his breath, she just gave him a victorious grin, more than satisfied with her work.
"Guess you missed me too, Bob." he finally said. 'Bob', barely anyone called her that, she liked it when he said it. Then again, she called him Lance, when everyone called him Hunter, so maybe that could be their thing.
"We gotta get you in the shower again before you get dressed." she told him.
"Sounds good, it's my turn to return the favour, sweetheart." he agreed while stepping out of his boxers.
He gently caressed her cheek with his knuckles, a slight glimpse of admiration forming in his hazel eyes. He traced her swollen lips, his thumb teasing the bottom of it before his hand snuck down to her, well his, shirt. He unbuttoned it and took it from her, throwing it at the bed without getting his eyes off Bobbi. He had seen her naked last night, and this morning, and a few hours ago, but she still was something beautiful, something new he wanted to discover. She blushed at his admiration, mentally shooting herself for not being able to control herself. Bobbi took off his shirt, something that she loved doing to him actually, and then pulled down her shorts and underwear.
Their hands laced together as he guided her into the bathroom, and then to the shower. While the water warmed up, he kissed her bare skin passionately, his arms wrapping around her to warm her up. She liked his warmth, his passion, his dedication and concern for her. Their hands were frantic until warm water started pouring from above. That was his cue to lift her and sit on the bench. She faced him, her legs open on his lap and her bare chest right in front of his eyes, but he was too focused on her eyes to notice. She was static, an intense look in her face. He couldn't read her, and it kind of worried him, but she was with him again and right now that's all he cared about.
"My body missed you." she said with a very raspy voice. He chuckled against her skin, the feeling of his short beard fractioning against her shoulder causing Bobbi to bite her lip.
"Let me fix that." he said his voice husky and confident. Hunter's hand slid down her lower back until her ass, where his fingers teased her before sliding in.
That shower took much longer than they thought, and it wasn't exactly clean. But one can be sure that it bothered neither of them.
