This story is set on season 2 of 3%, where, as we saw, Ezequiel had a plan to change the reality they lived in and had Michele's help to do it, even though she didn't know about his plans until ep. 5, probably because he knew she wouldn't believe him or wouldn't agree with his methods... anyway. It's really a continuation of that scene in ep. 3 where they're in his office, and what most likely happened there that the writers didn't show us. haha
I do have plans to post another (*cough* smutty this time *cough*) story I wrote about them, but first y'all should let me know if you're interested in reading it :) tell me in the reviews.
Sorry if at some point you feel my english isn't so good, sadly it's not my first language.
Anyway, enjoy.
(se algum brasileiro estiver lendo e quiser ler a versão em português, é só me falar haha)
Ezequiel was in his office when he heard a knock on the door.
"Come in."
Michele showed up in his sight. He noticed that she had a small smile on her face. He smiled as well.
"You got something to show me?" She handed him a small spherical-shaped device that had all the data of the test he'd asked her to come up with for this year's process; Process 105.
"I never doubted your potential." he said.
"Now what? When can I talk to my brother?" she couldn't help but ask.
Ezequiel walked towards her and positioned himself behind her.
"Calm down" he said next to her ear. She felt an involuntary shiver down her spine.
Something in the back of Michele's mind wondered if Ezequiel sometimes acted... differently. But it was a very subtle question deep in her consciousness, because she was actually afraid of the answer. She was afraid of the answer because it could reveal things about herself that she didn't have the courage to face.
He positioned himself in front of her again.
"This will be ready soon, and then i'll call you to test it" he said, referring to the small device, still very close to her.
"Okay." she said, leaving.
Ezequiel noticed how reluctant she still was, not only regarding the things she had to do, but regarding him as well. But he wasn't willing to give up on making her see who he really was and what he had in mind.
A few days later, when Michele was about to embark for the mission, Ezequiel took her to a restricted area of the building.
"Where are you taking me?" Michele asked when he opened the door.
"To talk to an old friend."
She went inside, a bit suspicious. At the end of a dark hallway, Michele saw a cell. And someone inside it.
Ezequiel opened the cell and she entered to see who it was. She was shocked when she recognized the Old Man of the Cause. The one who lied to her for so long about her brother's death. Who made her kill people during her process. Who she sold out at the end of it all, because she was tired of being fooled.
She quickly tried to leave the cell, but was stopped by Ezequiel.
"Why did you bring me here? Just to show me that you won?" she said angrily.
"Say whatever you want to him." he murmured.
She turned to the Old Man again, who began to make excuses for the lie he'd told her. After a few words from him, Michele just left the cell without saying anything.
As she was walking out the door, she felt Ezequiel's hand pull at her arm.
"Now that you remember what the Cause did to you, I want to review your orders. Contact the Cause leaders, pretend you're still infiltrated... and discover their exact plan with the bomb." he said, close to her face.
She let out a small sigh.
"I know my orders."
"I can cover you here, but you're on your own out there."
"Who else knows what you're doing?" Michele asked somewhat reprovingly.
"What we are doing," Ezequiel emphasized, still very close to her face. "No one." he whispered, staring at her lips for a long second.
This small gesture didn't go unnoticed by her, who felt her stomach - irrationally - twist nervously.
"And no one can know. Is that clear?"
She took a little while to reply. She swallowed, and with her eyes showing some vulnerability to the effect of what she'd felt, she lowered her gaze to his lips as well, and then to his shirt.
"Is that clear?" he asked again, in a louder tone.
"I'll need a transmitter," she was finally able to let out. "I'll get in touch with them." she finished and left.
Later that day, Ezequiel took Michele to his office for some changes.
"I guess it's time for me to go, isn't it?"
"Are you nervous?" Ezequiel answered with a question and an intense gaze at Michele, walking toward her.
"Of course I am. If they find out..."
"They won't" he interrupted. "I'm making modifications to this." he held a small device close to her ear. "I'll hear everything happening around you. I'll talk to you through your registration." he smiled a little, almost imperceptibly.
He walked over to the counter in his office and picked up a small flask.
"You need to take this with you."
"So I can use it to deactivate the bomb?..."
"And I will release your brother."
He held out his hand to her. She didn't understand, but when she realized he wouldn't move his hand, giving her the same intense look as before, she hesitantly took it. She was going only for his fingers, but he soon reached a little lower, taking all her palm.
His hand was warm. It had a slight roughness to it, but the feeling was far from bad. In fact, it was better than many soft hands. That new touch made her feel a slight shock.
He took her slowly by the hand toward the sink in his office. Along the tiny way, some of his fingers intertwined with hers. Her body continued to respond to those sensations, involuntarily and more than she would have liked.
Ezequiel opened the sink from afar, with the magnetic ring.
"This is something Julia taught me," he said as they reached the sink. "You put your head in the water... and the water puts your head in place."
Michele briefly glanced at him before feeling his hand slip through her hair and then the back of her neck, as she lowered her head to the water. And her body responded. Again.
In that moment, she thought she really needed to put her head in place. A year ago, he was the man who had supposedly killed her brother, and whom she had consequently tried to kill for revenge. Then, he was the one who, even after finding it all out, had taken her to the Offshore because he said he believed in her potential. Now, she was doing him favors to help her brother, but if only it were just that... she was seriously attra- no!
She refused to think about it. She refused to think of the word. She refused to admit it.
Michele put her head in the water, trying to immediately erase those thoughts.
She floated for a few moments, hoping her mind would do the same.
"Do you hear me, Michele?" she heard him through her registration.
Ezequiel smiled when he realized she was enjoying the experience.
"Don't worry. I'll be with you the entire time."
Then she needed air and got her head out of the water.
Ezequiel handed her a small face towel. She dried herself and he pulled her by the hand to the couch he had in his office.
"You know... there's a lot I wish I could tell you. Nothing I'm doing is in vain. But I believe in you, girl. I believe you'll do the right thing." he ran his hand over her cheek. "I... like to believe you won't betray me... or do anything rash." he smiled.
She watched his expression as he seemed to think to himself, in some sort of inner struggle. He bit his lip hard before he spoke again.
"I'll probably regret this... maybe even screw everything up... but I can't take it anymore." Ezequiel moved closer to Michele's face and kissed her.
Michele felt completely paralyzed where she was. It took her brain a few seconds to process, with difficulty, what was happening. That that was actually happening.
What irritated and terrified her most was that she couldn't stop that kiss exactly when it started. For some reason, she thought it bordered the limits of madness. Maybe because their history wouldn't exactly say something like that would happen in the end.
She then opened her mouth, giving access to the man's tongue. Her body was once again betraying her... once again, it was going against her better judgement and what she wanted... or what she thought she wanted.
The contact of their tongues made her even weaker, and she brought her hands up to his hair. He wrapped her in his arms, trying to pull her a little closer to him. Michele thought it was ridiculous how good that (a/n: all they were doing lol) was.
They were both immersed in that intense kiss, which put out all the tension inside them; both their personal tensions and the tensions they had with one another... especially the sexual one, which had been present between them for some time now.
Before she even noticed it, Michele was already sitting on Ezequiel's lap, one leg on either side of his body. Her heart hammered in her chest, an adrenaline rush flowing through her veins and at that point she didn't even remember she should stop. She just wanted more of that, she needed more.
Ezequiel was also confused; surprised at himself and everything he was feeling. He hadn't realized until that moment, until that day, how much he wanted her. Or at least he thought, or pretended to himself, that he hadn't. He was always almost unconsciously admiring her, or trying to find ways to tease her, to know if she felt the same way that he tried to deny even to himself that he felt. But now all the cards were on the table. For both parties.
When they both needed air, he started kissing Michele's neck, and she didn't know if it was possible for her to melt even more. She felt more involved than she ever had with anyone else she had ever been with. She unconsciously began to rock her hips slowly on his lap, which made herself let out a small whimper. Ezequiel's breathing grew heavier, and he tightened his grip on her thin waist, taking out a minimum of the incalculable desire they were feeling. She slightly grasped his hair in response, which made him let out a raspy low moan, both completely immersed in the inexplicable feeling that being with each other was causing them.
And then Michele suddenly stopped what they were doing.
"Shit" she whispered as she slipped out of his lap.
"Michele, I'm... sorry" Ezequiel said, in one of the few moments he wasn't sure what to say.
"That's not... we can't..." Michele couldn't form full sentences, her mind sort of in a state of panic.
"Yeah... I know" he replied, walking towards her and slightly holding her wrist. "But am I really the only one who had been feeling a different energy for a while?"
Michele swallowed, knowing he wasn't.
"That... that doesn't matter", she said quietly.
"But you felt it, too."
She felt trapped, as if her mind was exposed, and with it, everything she felt.
"N-no..." she stammered.
"I know you did." he ran his hand over her cheek, the sensation automatically calming her, making her briefly close her eyes. Once again, she thought how ridiculous it was, the effects that simple things coming from that man caused her.
She sighed.
"Like I said, it doesn't matter. We can't do any of this" she said, turning to leave.
Ezequiel took her arm.
"Please... stay." he said in a low, half-strangled voice, unable to believe he was begging for a woman. But not just a woman. Michele, the young woman who exerted an inexplicable fascination over him, which he didn't even understand why.
"No... I can't. Good night." she said, gathering the strength she didn't have and walking out the door.