WARNING! Mature content ahead!
Now that the warning is out of the way, I would like to apologize for not posting as often. Schoolwork has been beginning to pick up and I find myself with slightly less time to write. Rest assured, I still am. :) This chapter is inspired by the song "A Little Bit of Death" by The Neighbourhood. I have a fanmix for these two on my 8tracks account, so feel free to look it up! (username same as on here)

Diana was barely able to get the front door closed before 47 pinned her against it and began kissing her desperately. She froze at the unexpected contact, feeling him grip her wrists and pin them over her head. After a night out having dinner together, this wasn't exactly the response she was expecting from him.

"Darling, we-" the words died in her mouth when Diana felt his mouth trail down to her neck, biting and sucking carelessly at her skin. His knee pushed her legs apart while 47's other hand moved to grip Diana's waist.

She gasped and 47 kissed her again. They both paused, panting loudly. 47 removed the hand that held her wrists in place and cupped her face gently, his thumb stroking her cheek. Diana moved her hands to quickly unbutton his dress shirt and push his suit jacket off of his shoulders. He pinned her with his body weight and threw the article of clothing behind him before kissing her again.

Her hands undid the buttons of his dress shirt with nimble fingers, yanking it up from his pants before going after his belt buckle. 47 pulled away, hurling the white dress shirt off of his body. His hands grasped her thighs as he picked her up off the wall and off towards the bedroom.

Diana kicked off her heels and kissed down his neck as he kicked open the door. 47 let both of them fall onto the bed unceremoniously, evoking a small giggle from the woman in his arms. His head was spinning as he crawled on top of Diana, helping her strip out of her black dress and push it off the bed.

They were now in a hotel room in Paris working on another contract. Another person to kill, another job to uphold their 97% success rate, another chance to work together and demonstrate why they were the Agency's best of the best. Any moment in between was theirs, such as right now.

47 heard her long sigh as he kissed down her chest. Diana's nails were digging into his back with more pressure as he kissed down her navel. His fingers hooked her panties and pulled them down as he continued further until he reached that certain spot between her legs. She arched her back with a gasp and clenched the bed sheets beneath her. It didn't take much on his part for Diana to reach that euphoric plateau and then come floating back down.

He kissed up her body again until he reached her swollen lips and coaxed another moan out of her when she tasted herself on his orifice. 47 gripped her hips with an almost harsh grip as they continued, noses brushing and fingers leaving a scorch mark on the skin they touched.

They left each other in a state of ruin before the night was through.