Moans and gasps bounced against the walls, the rustle of bedsheets accompanying the sound of skin moving against skin. Nails dragging over tense muscles–hot mouths on sweaty skin. Her head fell back as she neared the edge, baring her neck as throaty gasps left her. Hands sought purchase on the sheets as his movements sped up, causing the headboard to bang against the wall loudly.

She cried out as she came, her back arching and her legs twitching around his hips. He groaned into her neck as she clenched around him, a few more thrusts and he spilled inside her–his muscles tensing tightly. He stayed like that for another few moments, sucking in ragged breaths against her neck, before he removed himself from on top of her.

Alisha stared up at the ceiling as her own breathing calmed, her climax coursing through her veins. As he settled next to her, she allowed herself to be tucked against his side, his arm wrapping around her waist as she rested her head on his shoulder.

'Missed me that much, Shisui?' she hummed against his collarbone. She brushed light fingers over his sweaty chest, enjoying how goosebumps appeared on his skin at her touch. 'Perhaps I should make longer business trips the norm.'

'Did you enjoy it that much?' he chuckled, his hand brushing over her lower back.

'This might have been your best work so far. You were quite... vigorous.'

He snorted. 'I'm always vigorous.'

'More than usual, my delicious,' she kissed his collarbone, 'exquisite,' nibbled at his neck, 'divine,' she said against his lips, 'agent.'

He hummed against her lips. 'Now why is this glorious temptress flirting with me? You should do that before we have sex, you know.'

'It's never too late to flirt,' she said and sat up enough to lean on his chest, her chin on her folded arms as she looked at him heavily. 'After all, anytime after is just before the next, isn't it?'

He huffed with a smile and pulled a hand through her tousled hair. His hand settled on the side of her face, thumb brushing over her cheek gently. 'Indeed.' Before he was able to say anything else, the phone on the bedside table rang. 'Uchiha,' he said as he answered, his professional demeanour slipping back into place easily.

She sat up and straddled him, smirking as he gave her a pointed look. She moved her hands over his chest, ghosting over his sensitive spots with faked innocence as he spoke with whoever was on the line. When she leaned down and placed a soft kiss over his heart, she felt him tense, and she smiled at the dark look in his eyes. She looked at him through her eyelashes and moved to his solar plexus–biting him.

She giggled at his sharp breath, followed by a cough. 'It's nothing,' he said evenly, but the look he gave her only made her smirk. His free hand nested in her hair, tightening when she dragged her tongue up his chest. She bit a mark at the base of his neck. 'I'll be there in an hour,' he said curtly, ending the call. He tugged at her hair and she followed his direction, smiling sweetly as she hovered above his face. 'You are a very naughty girl,' he said and kissed her heatedly, his other hand moving down between her legs.

Half an hour later, Alisha collapsed onto his chest with a content sigh. 'I'll be your naughty girl any day if this is how you reward me.'

He ran his hands over her back, catching his breath from his orgasm. 'I thought I was the one being rewarded.'

She laughed, surprised, and kissed him before moving off him. 'Did you have somewhere to be?'

'It's only ten minutes from here,' he said and sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.

'Now who's naughty?' she asked and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning heavily on his back. 'Prioritising your own release over your work? That's not good for the perfect agent, now is it?'

'They wouldn't believe you if you told them,' he smirked over his shoulder.

'Oh, I see how it is,' she laughed. She yelped as he suddenly stood, bringing her with him with a firm grasp of her thighs. 'What are you doing?'

'What? Are you going to make me have a boring shower by myself after all that?'

'I'm afraid we don't have time for another quickie, sweetheart. We're not... quick enough,' she laughed and pressed a kiss just below his ear. 'But by all means, I don't mind making you late.'

'You're very welcome to try.'

Alisha zipped up her sleek pencil skirt and straightened the collar of her dress shirt. With practised ease and precision, she twisted her hair into her usual half updo, pinning it into place with several pins. She buttoned one more button than usual, meeting Shisui's knowing smirk in the mirror with a humorous huff.

He stepped up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning his chin on her shoulder as they looked at each other in the mirror. 'Don't give me that look. You left plenty of marks on me too.'

'I made sure they wouldn't get in the way of your usual appearance.'

'Maybe I don't want others to look at you like that,' he hummed.

'Maybe that doesn't matter,' she replied easily. She turned in his arms. 'I dress how I want because I want it. Even if you were more than an occasional, if glorious, engagement, how you want me to dress is of no concern.'

He smirked and undid the button, running his finger over the growing mark on the inside of her breast. 'As it should be. Now, if you could look a little less magnificent, maybe I could keep my hands to myself.'

'You'll just have to learn to control yourself,' she said and pecked his lips. 'And it's not your hands that are the issue with the marks. It's this devilish mouth of yours. Who would have thought it would be wasted on a fed?'

'Wasted,' he chuckled. 'I didn't hear you complain the first time I took you in the back of my car, or any of the other times following it.'

She sighed wistfully. 'The car was a good time. Speaking of,' she said and glanced at the time, 'do you think you have time to drop me off?'

'Where do you want to go?'

'The Byakugan building.'

He raised a brow as he straightened up, pulling himself to his full height. 'The Byakugan? Should be around the block from where I'm going. Fancy new client?'

'A regular client,' she said and pulled on her blazer, giving herself a last once-over before leaving the bedroom. 'Probably wants the matching ming vase that was put on the market two days ago. I acquired the first one for them last year.'

He palmed her ass when she bent to slip on her heels. 'Are you tempting me?'

'Always,' she laughed and stood. With her heels, she was almost as tall as him, and she stepped up to him–their chests pressing against each other. She slid her hands over his chest, settling them against his neck as she kissed him deeply. She smiled against him when his hands settled on her ass, pulling her flush against him as he squeezed. 'Easy, Agent Uchiha, or you'll really be late.'

'Special Agent,' he said lowly and backed her up against the door, his hands moving over her hips as he put enough weight on her to trap her there.

'Now who's tempting whom,' she hummed against his lips.

'Just returning the gesture. You give me a show with that perfect ass, of course, I'll have to return it with something you like just as much,' he said and stepped back, pulling on his jacket with a smirk.

'And what is it that I like just as much?'

He stepped close enough to make her tilt her head up to keep their eye contact. 'You like it when I'm forceful, dominating.'

'Are you projecting? You're positively trembling with anticipation whenever I take charge.'

'It can be true for both of us,' he said and kissed her cheek with a grin. 'Now, we really need to go.'

'Thanks for the ride,' Alisha said as the car came to a stop in front of the tall building.

He grasped her hand gently and brought it to his lips, kissing it gently. 'Dinner tonight?'

She smiled slightly. 'I have another meeting, I'm afraid. I've been asked to authenticate an antique by an old client.'

'I didn't think that was part of your job.'

'Not usually, but this is an antique I've already dealt with before. They just want me to look it over to make sure it's the same one.'

'Who is it?'

She gave him a playful smile. 'You know better than to ask, Shisui. Give me a call when you're done and I'll see where I am. If nothing else, I should have time later in the week.'

'Alright. Don't get into too much trouble,' he added with a wink.

'You are the trouble,' she said and blew him a kiss as she stepped out. 'Be safe at work.'

'Oh, you care about my safety?'

'Well, it's a lot of work finding another one with as sinful of a mouth as yours,' she winked before closing the door, walking towards the entrance.

He shook his head and stared after her for another few seconds. He pulled up to the blocked off area two blocks from the skyscraper exactly an hour after the call, and slipped on a pair of shades before stepping out of the car. He showed his badge to the police officer guarding the perimeter and nodded to Itachi as he stepped up to him.

Itachi gave him a long look. 'Should I assume Miss Deravoux is back in town?'

Shisui grinned briefly. 'Picked her up from the airport early this morning. So what we got?'

'Double murder,' Itachi replied and motioned to the covered bodies. 'Both carrying the mark of Akatsuki.'

Shisui crouched down and lifted the sheets–he grimaced at the butchered state and focused instead on the deep red marks on their chests. 'Unusually gory for Akatsuki.'

'I was thinking the same. We'll have to wait for the coroner's report for more details, however.'

'Who found them?'

'An office worker saw them from up there,' he said and pointed at the towering skyscraper. 'He's over there, giving his statement. Apparently, he came in early to prepare for a meeting and saw them around seven in the morning.'

'Three hours ago,' Shisui hummed. 'Do we have a preliminary time of death?'

'Somewhere between three and six in the morning.'

'Do we got some IDs?'

'Samuel Williams and Kenta Ishida,' Itachi read from his notes. 'Both with known connections to various criminal activities, but no clear connection to Akatsuki.'

'Alright,' Shisui said and put his hands in his jacket pockets. 'Lead the way.'