This is a concept Dead or Alive story that I plan on developing in the future.
Synopsis: Their 'activities' started out as a way to pass boredom while avoiding law enforcement and other shadowy entities out to hunt them. But what was a one-off thing soon became an regular occurrence with the pair finding themselves into and inside one another. Will this beneficial relationship hamper their jobs? Only time will tell.
Christie stared down at him as if he were the most offensive thing she'd ever seen. Breathless with sweat glistening off her skin, sweat from their intense sexual activities. "Ugh…" she felt him start to grow inside of her again.
"What…" he said to her, mockingly. A smirk on his face equally flushed and equally breathless.
How dare you! How dare you make me feel these things, she thought. Her hair stuck to her face, her impressive breast in covered in red marks as was certain other areas on her body.
She is a top assassin! Trained by the best in the field – exceled and outperformed every one of her mentors. Emotions were a hindrance, the thing that gets you killed in the field. She killed it off. She killed off her ability to –
"AH!" she moans, the young man beneath her started pushing up against her womanhood with his shaft buried deep in her and the awesome sex from before resumes with his hands snaking up her delicious body to play with her soft and desirable flesh that were her breast.
Her hands come up to press down on his now palming her breast squeezing to keep them there.
OH! OH! OO-AUGH! Her cries fill the dimmed lit room. Goddamn it all, she cursed with pleasure so great she started to tear up in her eyes with this losing battle of carnal pleasure as her assignment partner and frequent collaborator, David Archer, a former American Special Forces operator turned black market mercenary took his left hand of her breast to suck on the teat with his lips. His teeth bit down with enough force to throw her head back in pleasure but also gentle enough not to hurt her – he was warm like that.
Her fingernails drew red lines on the mercenary's back whilst her hips rolled to his thrust doubling the pleasure down below to a tenfold.
What started as something to alleviate boredom while hiding from the authorities turned into a regular occurrence each time they crossed paths. "Fuck! Fuck! Yes! YE-AAHAH!" Fuck, he felt so good in her! So delicious, her mind screamed.
Their lips fought to overtake the other in a mad, pleasurable scramble for pleasure. Teeth scraping and pulling on lips, the heavy musk of sex permeating in the air working like some aphrodisiac increasing the intensity of their lovemaking, and arms pulling and clawing for purchase on their respective bodies.
Like the winding of the screws tightening, the feeling begins to rise with each thrust of his pelvis and the rolling of her hips. Hundreds of fireworks went off in her head in one breathtaking orgasm with her body shuddering and stiffening in his hold, her head thrown so far back to leave open her exposed slender neck which David brought his face closer to kiss the throbbing vein, sucking and nipping at the tender flesh.
"Just ride it out," he whispers, hoarsely as the young man rolls them around with her laying down on the sweat soaked sheets of their little bed in some room of an apartment just across from their target building.
So spent she was after 6 intense rounds of fucking each other's brains out, the woman merely laid there. But David, he was raring to go again. "Da..David," she gasped out his name, responding to the slow but strong thrust of his hips. He didn't came when she did.
Christie's hands shakily gripped the muscles on his arms but her grip on them was anything but firm as the thrust from her partner now on top of her grew in intensity. She was only puffing out air between her parted lips and he servicing every part of her body to ministrations that left her helpless, vulnerable and weak to pleasure.
The irony their target, a Chinese businessman, was having some fun of his own just across from their building. Christie had protested to their fooling around on a job, but the former Army Ranger assured her that it would work.
His new toy, an automated sniper rifle – a modified Accuracy International AXMC firing .338 lapua magnum rounds – that can be controlled from a tablet. A little too new school for her, if you asked.
"It will work, Chris!" the confident ex-soldier had said in a 'if I have to repeat myself again I'm gonna lose it' tone. David never liked it when his confidence in things were questioned, it's like you don't trust the man even after countless missions in the past shown that he is a competent man, as he was a friend with benefits, that last part she didn't say out-loud.
David had set it up, while she showered to wash off the long hours of flying off of her skin.
The Italian-Irish born New Yorker about almost swallowed his tongue when the British femme fatale emerged from the shower in nothing but a black g-string thong and glistening body smelling very expensive, which suits her. She was an expensive woman.
"Are you gonna do what said and ravage me like an animal or just stare at me like a little boy," she had taunted – her smile was as large as the growing bulge in his pants when he covered the room in two large strides and lifted her off her feet, calloused hands gripping the flesh of her barely covered backside and ravaged her he did.
It worked well for them, this entire arrangement, they worked well together – they were effective, and most of all, they were professionals. But even he admits to having longing thoughts of the British fox writhing against him.
"I...I…" her voice barely above a whisper gasped out unintelligible words too low to hear. David knew she was close to her orgasm as her walls started gripping down his shaft. This was also it for him, but for the sake of their pleasures he was gonna last as long as he could for her!
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The note read, told you it would work, written with a sharpie. It was tucked away in her hand while she was asleep; and speaking of sleep, that was the best night of sleep she had felt in a while. She never slept on assignments…
A pause from the girl but reality hit fast than any bullet in existence. "SHIT!" she pulled up her binoculars to look across at the target building.
"Damn it, I missed him…" she said, frustrated and growing more so with herself at allowing herself to lose focus on the mission. It was that David Archer, she was gonna track him if it's the last…
The door opened and in walked the aforementioned man.
"Good morning," said the man easily, smiling. Christie bounded across the room not caring for her stark naked self about to swing the only chair at his head and would've had he not told her that he'd taken care of their mark while she was asleep.
"Hence the note…" After their little moment of self-indulgent, his tablet had beeped to alert him to his target now locked on. The life of one pig of a businessman was snuffed out with the push of a button.
Christie watched the video playback that the sniper had recorded, "told you so," he repeated, obviously proud that technology had once again won. He let her hold the tablet to go disassemble the sniper setup.
Normally after taking out a target, they would vacate their current room and others like it to avoid local authorities. "I took care of the cops while you were sleeping." Took care, in their line of work those two words only meant one thing.
"I didn't kill the cops, rather I," he pauses to choose his next words, "gave em something on the side to let it slide." Her rolling her eyes was all he needed to know that he had done something right, at least.
But going back to their previous point, "I told you my toy would work, and it worked beautifully." He patted the bag in now which the sniper was in.
Christie sipped from her cup, "Christie, I love seeing you naked, but we have a flight to catch in an hour and I don't think a thong counts as appropriate attire for a flight." God, this man infuriated her to no end somedays but was he a good assassin, not as good as her, but enough to warrant sleeping with him.
To his remark, she threw her top at him. "I'm going to shower now," the assassin stops at the door.
"And you're joining me."
David grins, "That's more like it," he says following behind her.
Author's note: I just had an idea for an assassin story with Christie and another OC. Also, this was something that I just needed to get on paper before I lost it.
Christie has always been a favorite of mine, and I always wanted to do a John Wick-style story with her character. Of course, not to copy John Wick but rather to emulate that world of assassins and secret organizations and fancy hotels for killers thing.
And this story takes place in the same Universe with Ayane and Jake except this story will take place 4 years after Jake and Ayane.
I'm currently working on a Momiji story that I've been hinting in Comfort which will serve as its prequel, and if you're up to date with it, then I can now share this bit of it with you.
The story will be called 'Suicide Squad' and will center around Momiji and my other OC, Jeremy Hawkins, a Navy SEAL.
Plot:
A mysterious otherworldly threat is unleashed in Japan; Lieutenant Jeremy Hawkins and his SEAL Team codename: Joker are deployed to assist with evacuations all the while combating this threat that his time in the military never prepared him for. Joining the effort is Mugen Tenshin shinobi, Hayabusa Ryu and his protege, Momiji with a mission on their own.
With the fate of the world at stake, Jeremy must start looking at the world differently if he is still to be apart of it.