It's so nice to actually write and complete something in a somewhat regular basis, particularly now that I can see the light at the end of the tunnel (I only have 5 left to go!).

This is probably just T, maybe a hard T at worst, but still definitely sexier than the last prompt. This was also probably the easiest plot for me to think up—I think I've always wanted to write something along these lines, and I'm kind of surprised that took me 'til now to actually try it out. I think part of it had something to do with the fact that quite a few of you have tried something similar and it's always gone fantastic so I've never thought to really try it myself.

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Prompt: 25. Fence

I live a lifestyle full of first impressions
I've got my hands full of unhealthy obsessions
She bites my lip, I'm sure to follow
We take a drink to the guilty and the hollow

- "Toxic Valentine," by All Time Low

Annie's grip tightened fractionally around his wrist, and if he wasn't already fully aware of the situation at hand, he would be able to tell just by the frantic waves she was giving off. Once more, she had inadvertently dragged him into another op, and while he would never complain about her willingness to get him involved, he really needed to talk to someone about that circle of chaos that seemed to surround her constantly.

She had taken him on a rather innocuous lunch trip to Panera's, but of course nothing was ever simple or innocuous with her. Her mark had spotted her, and before he knew it she was dragging him out of there.

"I was only half-finished with my bread bowl," he whined, a little out of breath as she continued to relentlessly drag him down the street. For someone so tiny, she walked fast when she had a purpose. "I hadn't even gotten to the bread part yet!"

"Quit complaining," she mumbled out of the corner of her mouth. "I will take you back to Panera's again and buy you another bread bowl. But first, we need to—"

Her words were cut short as she skidded to a halt, nearly knocking him over in the process. "We've got a problem," she hissed, turning on him. "A guy's tailing us. I saw him in Panera's. He was keeping a good distance but now that we've stopped he's stopped. He's pretending to check his phone."

"So what do you wanna do, Chief?" he quipped, keeping the mood light as he began racking his brain for possible solutions.

"Trying to figure that one out," Annie muttered, and she shifted closer to him, invading his personal space with the scent of her perfume and shampoo. If he could still see, he bet he could count the colors in her eyes at this point.

"Is he coming closer?" he asked, squeezing her wrist rhythmically to keep her calm and aware.

"Umm… yes. Looks like he's inching forward slowly," she said quietly. She had forgone the heels today, and he felt strands of her hair brush his face when she turned her head quickly.

"What are we near?" he prompted, ducking his head and getting another wave of grapefruit in the process.

"Uhh—middle of the street. Couple shops. Mostly empty," Annie whispered and he could feel her turning her head again as she looked around. "And there's a little alleyway right next to us—it's only like ten yards long, with a dumpster and a chain link fence at the end."

Auggie shut his eyes, picturing everything, but they snapped back open when she finished her response. "Perfect," he answered, and his hand travelled up her forearm, catching just above her elbow. "Come here."

She followed him willingly, even though this was rapidly becoming one weird, drawn out blind joke. "Where are we going?" she hissed, her mouth distractingly close to his ear.

"To the alley," he replied, still ushering them along.

"Oh, well then," she said, and then tugged him about half a foot to the right. "You're walking us into a wall."

Auggie resisted a smirk at her shift. "Thanks," he muttered. "The blind guy can only do so much James Bond-ing."

"Oh, I know," Annie muttered, staying closer to him than necessary at all times. "Now is there any particular reason that we're going into this alleyway?"

"Are we alone?" he replied with another question, leading her further down the alley. They were far enough that the buildings on either side of them obscured the sun, cooling the slightly dank alley considerably.

"Yes," she said, letting him nudge her back towards one of the building walls. "Last I checked, he was starting to follow us. About fifteen feet away."

When her back hit the wall, he could tell she was looking up at him expectantly, but he was temporarily distracted congratulating himself for not tripping over anything or knocking either one of them over. "Aug?" she asked, her voice sounding decidedly light and a little breathless to his eagle ears. "What's the plan?"

There it was. The idea had taken two seconds to take hold, but now that they were here he needed to pause and reconsider some things. Mostly if this was all going to be worth it at the end of the day when Joan assuredly decided to castrate him with her bare hands. "Do you trust me?" he asked, and he tried not to notice the sudden thrill of nervousness creeping up his spine.

Annie froze, confused by his question, or maybe just by his hand creeping up, past her shoulder and along her neck, cupping under her chin. "Yes, I do," she told him honestly.

His thumb brushed her cheek, finding the corner of her mouth. He felt the sharp intake of breath, the way her lips parted just slightly. And then he dipped down and pressed his lips against hers.

It was more than a little cliché, but there was a reason that it was such a spy game classic. She was going to kill him later on, he was sure of it, but it was honestly the first solid plan he could think of to effectively lose their tail.

He hovered even closer to her, tilting his head, half out of necessity and half out of instinct.

He waited, letting the seconds pass by as he tried to measure how long it would take for their tail to spot them. But with each second, he forgot a little faster why they were standing in that damn alleyway.

Hesitantly, he felt Annie kiss him back, and he was so distracted by the softness of her lips against his that the memory of why they were doing this disappeared like a puff of smoke. Thoughtlessly, he tilted her jaw in his hand, angling her perfectly as his other arm snaked around her back.

A little extra pressure and her lips opened under his. Temptation proved too great, and he couldn't prevent the groan that welled up in his chest when he tasted her on his tongue.

Running on instinct, Auggie flattened himself against her, his hand spanning the small of her back and making her arch into him. His senses, what was left of them, were overloading on her. His other hand left her jaw and tangled in her hair, savoring the texture of her underneath his fingertips.

At some point, she had yanked his button-down out from where it had been tucked in his pants and when her hands pressed into his suddenly hot skin he gasped into her mouth.

Annie's short fingernails walked up his back, seemingly cataloging muscles. He slid his knee between her legs, and she whimpered throatily in response.

Things had gotten swiftly out of his control, and he was having a hard time remembering why that was a problem, particularly when her tongue stroked eagerly against his. However, breathing was becoming an issue, so he tore his mouth from hers, yanking his head back.

His thoughts were swimming all over the place, but somehow he was able to remember the original purpose of his decision. "Is he here?"

"What?" she asked, sounding more confused than ever. But more importantly than that, she was breathless and with just the slightest trembling whimper, and it sent what little blood left in his head south.

"Is the guy—the tail—is he here?" he asked, leaning his head closer to her again. It was a bad idea, because as it was he was already having one hell of a time keeping his libido in under wraps. But as much as the rational part of his brain told himself that, he couldn't resist. Some things just couldn't be helped.

"Oh," she murmured, finally understanding. She sounded disappointed, and he tried not to get his hopes up too much. "He's, umm—he's here. By the front of the building. Kind of hanging back."

They hadn't quite given him good enough of a show. Slightly problematic, but more than doable. "Was that why you—" kissed me, but she stopped before she could get the words out. It didn't matter, because he knew what she meant immediately.

"Yes," he answered honestly. At least, it had been honest in the beginning. But now he was starting to find several more reasons to try again. "You can punch me later, but if you want to get rid of him, we're going to have to—"

He felt her nodding in his hand, and he leaned closer once more, giving her fair warning. Although, it turned out to be particularly useless when she closed the distance with an intense kiss of her own.

He knew Annie—sometimes he wondered if he knew her better than he knew himself—but with all that knowledge he hadn't been expecting her to go along with it so easily. Not that there was any chance he was going to complain. Particularly not when she returned her hands to his skin, tracing little circles and figure eights into the small of his back and eliciting more goosebumps.

There was more of a desperate need to the kiss now, as if she knew this wasn't going to happen again and she wanted to make the most of it. He was more than happy to go along with that logic, following a line of kisses across her jaw, under her ear, and along her neck. As he did, his hands slid past her jacket and under her sweater, gratified by the impossibly soft skin.

Annie felt hot to the touch, like her skin was feverish and he couldn't get enough of it. He put all his concentration into following the steady, comforting beat of her pulse with his lips and teeth. Annie's nails bit into his skin, and he heard her whimper, "Auggie," into his ear.

It spurred him on, because while she was his best friend in every sense of the platonic phrase, he could admit to more than a few fantasies where she played a very important role—and nothing made this more real than her voice desperately murmuring his name in his ear. He dug his fingers into her waist, nipping the skin under her jaw with a little more force than necessary, probably leaving a mark in the process. But the breathy little cry she let out in response made it more than worth it.

She shifted restlessly against him, one of her legs hooking around the back of his knee like she couldn't get close enough to him. The feeling was mutual, particularly when she dug her fingers into his back and moaned helplessly. He could get addicted to this.

As much as he did want to, desperately, now was not the time and definitely not the location. Auggie pulled back slowly, in increments, slowing the kisses along her skin but not that air of desperation and heat between them. Her hands left his back but she buried them instead in his hair, keeping him close. Their noses bumped against one another affectionately as their panted breaths mixed together. "Auggie?" she asked, so breathless that this time his name came out as a half-moan.

He shut his eyes, trying to commit the sound of her voice to memory in case he was never able to go back to this point with her in his life.

"Auggie?" she said again, her fingers brushing and tucking his hair behind his ears. Slowly, very slowly, he moved his hands from her sweater, relishing the feel of her as long as he could. "Auggie, he's gone."

He froze, reminded of the actual ulterior motive of this entire exchange. He had taken advantage of her under the guise of their job. An impressive amount of guilt washed over him, his muscles tensing at the thought.

"I guess we should probably get back to the office," she whispered. Their breaths had begun to calm, and that heat that had spiked between them cooled down to a flicker but didn't disappear completely. "Joan will probably want to hear about our tail."

Auggie nodded, but didn't miss the way she had yet to remove her fingers from his hair. He wished he could study her expression, see if she was as disappointed as he felt. "That's probably a good idea," he murmured, trying his damnedest not to lean forward and kiss her again. If he tried again, there was no way he could convince her he was still doing it for the sake of their safety.

"Then I guess we should…" she trailed off, inhaling shakily. "I guess we should go now."

That was a clear, break away now and pretend like this was all part of the job statement. "Right," he said, but instead of stepping back he stayed put. "That's the… smart plan."

"Yeah," she mumbled, but she sounded distant. Distracted. Perfect. "We should…"

"Leave," he finished. And he really had every intention of doing just that, but she moved her head just so and he could feel her warm breath against his lips and got another whiff of her delicious perfume and he realized the last thing in the world he wanted to do was move.

He kissed her again, gentler than the first two times. Her fingers slid out of his hair and instead clutched at his jaw, stroking his cheekbones encouragingly.

This last time he didn't allow for much reciprocation. He wrapped her close, kissing her sincerely, but then released her and backed away.

He knew her coloring, and a very hazy idea of what she looked like, but there was no way he could ever predict her expressions. In his mind, her brown eyes were soft and wide and her lips were slightly bruised and still parted invitingly…

"What was that for?" she whispered, the words so quiet he could've missed them had not every inch of his body been attuned to her.

Auggie shrugged, one shoulder rising as his attempt to be cavalier failed miserably when coupled with the raw desperation on his face. "Not sure," he admitted slowly, praying her next move wouldn't be to slap him and bolt. "I just wanted to."

Annie sucked in a shaky breath, and his nerves and that voice in the corner of his brain told him to write off his response, make a joke about it so she didn't think he was really serious—even if that was the farthest thing from the truth. But his tongue stayed glued to the roof of his mouth, and he didn't say anything.

"Oh," she said. Was she surprised or disappointed or freaked out? Honestly, he couldn't remember the last time he was this nervous around a woman. It would be because of Annie.

"Sorry," he apologized, finally finding his voice again. Jesus, he felt like a heel. "I didn't mean to—"

"It's okay," she interrupted, stepping forward, her flats almost silent against the concrete. "I didn't mind. Honest."

Annie touched his forearm, and he jumped a little at the contact. He exhaled, and he realized he sounded just as unsteady as she had been moments before. His hand covered hers, and when she squeezed his fingers he felt a genuine smile work its way across his face.

She took another step, and this time it brought her perfectly in line with Auggie, only a few inches of heat separating their bodies from touching. "In fact," she whispered close to his ear, and there was a new teasing lilt that hadn't been there before that made every molecule of his being stand on end. "After work is over, I truly wouldn't mind if you tried it again. If you wanted."

"That," he said, cocking his head towards her and grinning widely, "Is definitely doable."

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So we've only got two more episodes of CA left to go this season… I'm sad, but I'm looking forward to that new cop show they're planning on premiering during winter break. It reminds me of Starsky & Hutch (oh, yeah, my parents were very cool) meets Psych. USA usually has several options to keep me distracted. ;)

I don't know when exactly I'll have time to complete my next prompt, but I'm really really hoping to have this done by the end of the year, God willing. Mind you, I'm saying this days before Hell Week starts and my campus and then we're into the thick of finals… well. We'll see.

(Seriously. Really, really hoping.)

But I hope you guy's liked this new prompt!