Lance Sterling and Marcy Kappel had known each other for a while now. Lance, the most well-known spy in the agency, had been in the secret agent business for a little over a decade and Marcy had been there just about the same amount of time. While Lance was only doing field work, Marcy did it all. She was the Moneypenny and the James Bond of the agency. She knew how to hack computers and work certain advanced technological equipment, as well as doing field work, using all the latest gadgets and displaying a special set of skills that were impressive to watch in action.
Marcy, of course, wasn't one of the most popular agents at the agency, even though she led the whole team of Internal Affairs. This is the case since Lance didn't pay attention to her as much as he would've if she was coined as "popular". Even if he had come in contact with her, it wasn't enough for him to remember her. Everybody at the agency knew Lance or had an unprofessional amount of love for him, so he tended to see the agency as a whole and not to pick out individual faces and names, unless it was the head of the organization, Mrs. Jenkins.
It had become fate, as one would put it, when Marcy and Lance would finally come in contact with each other enough for it to be memorable to Lance.
Marcy had been given the task to go to Lance's so-called "office", and find a certain file in there that contained information about a person of interest. When Lance came in and found Marcy, this chick he had never seen before in his life, going through his stuff, this was when he had to intervene. Marcy, of course, knew who Lance was because of his popularity, so it wasn't a surprise to her that he confronted her while she was there in his office. While the two agents made conversation, Marcy found the file she was looking for in his folders, made one last smart remark to Lance and left the office. And at this moment, since Lance could not forget the pretty face that was scouting through his stuff, his curious self felt obligated to confront Marcy once again, and make conversation with her since her remarks peaked his interest.
Every conversation they ever had at these different confrontations were nothing short of playful banter, and each time their dialogue got more flirtatious in a way that now Lance simply couldn't stay away from her. He subtly came on to her, and this resulted in her dismissing him at almost every chance. These confrontations grew to be frequent, and even at the department meetings, when the only seat available was next to Lance, Marcy had no choice but to engage in the playful banter once again.
Because of their growing companionship, Mrs. Jenkins got both of the agents to work together on a small case file which included a lot of sit downs and cooperation. During the duration of the case, Lance and Marcy continue to engage in so much playful banter, which Marcy was internally really enjoying, that even at the end, the two still simply couldn't stay away from each other.
But nonetheless, even after all of the communication between them, the events of the movie took place. The events in which Lance was framed because of the footage that Killian had conjured up. This brought back the no-nonsense, by-the-book Marcy that had once been around Lance, and this resulted in her pursuit of him, only to find out that he wasn't the problem. And after these events were finally settled, Marcy and Lance began to get familiar with each other's innocent flirtations once again.
Never again had they received a case file in which they would have to work together, or did Marcy end up in Lance's personal files ever again, but one particular department meeting sparked what would be a glorious day.
Since Marcy again had to sit next to Lance in a sea full of chairs because of her tardiness, this time she truly enjoyed the company of Lance that they almost didn't pay attention to anything that Mrs. Jenkins was saying. They were so distracted by their quiet whispers and flirtations, that the only thing they pulled from the meeting was the group assignment they were given.
Everybody at the department meeting had a role in this group assignment, and Marcy was given the role to find and interrogate a particular person of interest, while Lance was surprisingly given the minor role to engage in a one night stakeout. Lance is later fired from the agency since his last paycheck finally came through after a serious delay, and Marcy immediately felt a lingering tinge of guilt and sorrow.
Lance, of course, was living it up even without that last paycheck, so losing his job didn't bother him that much. If anything, he was happy to finally be free from the constricted rules and regulations of the agency. Even though Marcy was given double the load of work since Lance's assignment went directly to her, she still felt that she was obligated to inform Lance of the ongoing investigation. Technically, she could inform him, since Lance did formally work at the agency. However, it wasn't necessarily supported by the rules either since the agency was top-secret after all. But who would know right?
So, the day after Marcy was given her final instructions, she logged into the agency database and discovered Lance's residence, an incredibly beautiful loft, and came to visit him. Lance, for the most part, didn't have to ask how she found out where he lived, him knowing the extent of the information that could be collected on an individual at the agency.
"Marcy, hey, showing up to my place unannounced? Why am I not surprised?" Lance questions as he opens his door, fixing his tight-fitting sweater that accentuated his muscles deliciously.
"Can I come in?" Marcy asks.
"At this point, do I even have a choice?"
"I mean, you do, but do you really think I'm gonna let you say no?"
"My point exactly. Well, come on in to my humble abode," Lance says, stepping aside and back into his loft, opening his arms in a welcoming gesture.
"Damn, this is a nice place you got here, Sterling," Marcy says as she steps in and closes the door behind her.
"Please, you probably already knew exactly how it looked from the database," Lance says, walking towards his kitchen.
"Believe it or not, the database isn't an equivalent of Google Earth."
"Ah I wouldn't know. I can't remember the last time I touched a computer over there. Want a drink?"
"Sure. Whatcha got?" Marcy asks as she enters his TV room and sits on a couch, crossing her legs.
"Uh, scotch...scotch and water."
"Wow, for a guy who's loaded like this, you don't have many options for drinks. Maybe you can actually put that last paycheck to good use."
"Aye what I do with my last paycheck is completely up to me," Lance says, walking over to Marcy with a glass of scotch filling less than half of the cup. "Now it's either scotch or bust."
"In that case, I will gladly take the scotch," Marcy says, taking the glass and sipping from it.
Lance takes a seat in the couch across from her, taking a sip from his own cup, watching the scotch slowly decrease as the flavor rolled down his tongue. Marcy looks at Lance over the top of her cup as she sips. They both take a break at the same time.
"So you gonna tell me why you're here?" Lance asks.
"Yeah, so since I know you're always thirsty for knowledge, I felt it was necessary to give you the hot scoop on the case so far," Marcy says, leaning back in the couch and swirling her drink in her hand.
Lance chuckles. "Aye look, first of all, I was thirsty for knowledge. Second, why would you think I still care about that case?"
"You know what, I always had a problem in trusting my gut. I figured you wouldn't care."
"And I was right that you wouldn't trust your gut," Lance takes another sip.
"What do you know about my gut?" Marcy sits up, leaning forward towards Lance.
"I know that it's telling you right now that we should continue discussing this over coffee."
Marcy pauses and scoffs, looking around and leaning back again.
"Am I wrong?" Lance casually asks, slowly bringing his cup to his lips, keeping his eyes on Marcy.
"Lance Sterling. Are you asking me out?"
"Yes. Yes I am," Lance says, taking a sip.
"Unbelievable," Marcy mutters, looking at her drink while downing the rest of it.
"Is it? I mean, you didn't think I was gonna let you off scot free after you came all the over here to see me...did you?"
"Okay I'll have you know? Your place is like, ten minutes away from the agency," Marcy says, narrowing her eyes and pointing a finger at Lance over her empty cup.
"I'm aware," Lance says, taking her cup from her and placing it on the floor.
"And I didn't have to come here."
"Yeah but you did, cause you miss having me around."
Marcy scoffs again.
"So...is that a yes?" Lance asks, slowly turning his cup in his hand, the light from the window shining on the glass.
Marcy sighs, tonguing the inside of her mouth and looking away with a smile on her face. Finally, she looks back at Lance, who's raising an eyebrow at her.
"Yeah, let's do it."
And so Marcy and Lance went and had dinner the following night, Lance picking up Marcy from where she told him where her address was. They had coffee at a local café. Then they found themselves sitting down watching the latest comedy at the local movie theater. Then that turned into stopping at the movie theater arcade and beating each other's high scores over and over, all the while having fun and sharing a lot of laughs. As the night went on, Lance drove Marcy back to her place, and accompanied her to her front door.
"So I guess this is the part where I tell you I had a good time and I can't wait to do it again soon?" Marcy asks, turning around to face Lance once they get to her door.
"Wow you hit that on the head. But, did you have a good time?"
"I did, yeah."
"Ok cool, cause I didn't wanna unexpectedly come off as this creepy joker that be trying too hard-"
Lance is cut off as Marcy pulls his suit lapels towards her and kisses him. She lets go of him as she says, "Trust me, you came off as everything but that."
"And that's a good thing, right?"
Marcy then takes his face in her hands and kisses him again, even more passionately this time. Lance wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her closer, leading her to wrap her arms around his neck. They spend a moment there until Marcy pulls away and fixes Lance's suit as he lets go of her.
"Guess it's time for me to head out," Lance says as Marcy turns to open her door.
When it's open, she reaches out for his hand and pulls him inside. "Come on."
The two share a drink while standing in the kitchen, talking a bit more.
After the drinks...
"Alright Imma-Imma just go," Lance says, starting to walk towards the door, but Marcy stops him.
"You know you don't wanna go," she says just above a whisper, laying a hand on his cheek and turning his face towards her.
Lance sees the genuine look in her eyes and he gets weak.
"You don't want me to go," he says.
They both lean in and kiss again with more passion than ever before. As they pull away, Marcy slides her hands down Lance's chest and takes his hand. She guides him out of the kitchen up to her bedroom, and once they get there, Lance pushes her up against a wall and passionately kisses her. She quietly moans as she slides her hands under his shirt (he took his suit jacket off earlier). He stops kissing her to slowly lift his shirt over his head, revealing abs, then pecks to Marcy as he throws it elsewhere. She wraps her arms around his neck as he leans back into her. He helps her out of her top to reveal her black bra. He kisses her jawline and down her neck to her shoulders. She slowly slides her hands down his slightly scruffy chest and abs and rests them on Lance's belt. She looks down as she unhooks it, pops the button on his pants, unzips it, and slides them down. They hit the floor with a thud and Lance steps out of them, kicking them in a corner. The two come together for another kiss as Marcy squeezes Lance's muscular triceps, her short but sharp nails clenching into his skin, sending shivers up his spine. This was exhilarating for him, getting to finally get intimate with this hot badass chick he'd had his eyes on ever since he first met her in his office. This was also refreshing for Marcy, she was actually getting intimate with the popular Lance Sterling, a guy she learned was not only hot but very caring and funny. And God was he an amazing kisser!
Marcy bends down to take her pants off quickly and kicks them in the corner with Lance's. She then pushes Lance towards her bed as they kiss and she slowly trails her hand down to the front of his underwear, rubbing his bulge soothingly. Lance moans in pleasure as Marcy proceeds to kiss his chest and go lower and lower, giving him occasional looks. Lance's underwear is removed and as Marcy's head goes down, his head falls back, him letting out a sigh. Marcy grabs Lance's backside for support, and he rests his hand on her head as she moves back and forth. After a moment, she comes back up and pushes Lance back into her bed. He slides up to the headboard as she slips her panties off, crawling into the bed on top of him. Straddling him, she unhooks her bra and flings it, leaning down to kiss Lance. He takes her and flips her over so he's on top and he kisses her from her breasts all the way to between her legs, which makes her moan a little louder. He comes back up to kiss her again and slowly lowers himself down into her. As he lies flat on top of Marcy, she moans again and curls her fingernails into Lance's back. He then begins to shift his body up and down slowly at first, causing sighs to escape Marcy's mouth. As he moves faster and faster, he starts to grunt occasionally as Marcy's moans fill the room, her locking her ankles around Lance's torso and splaying her arms under his, hands on his back. She scratches her nails down his back as he nears his peak, prompting him to moan with her, thrusting in and out of her faster and faster. Then he crashes. With one last thrust, he pulls out, kissing Marcy before rolling over, his head hitting the pillow alongside her. They lay for a moment before Marcy speaks.
"Wow."
"Oh yeah."
They fell asleep into the night with Marcy laying on Lance's chest.
Needless to say, since Lance was no longer working at the agency (if he were still working there, their relationship could jeopardize their jobs) and because him and Marcy had undeniable chemistry, they decided to start a relationship that would include lots of playful banter and sleepless nights.