Moldova was beautiful, the architecture was amazing and the food was good, but they soon discovered that Moldova was also cold as fuck that time of the year. They had changed clothes in the airport's bathroom, replacing their identities and heading towards their hotel. They had two separate rooms, the FBI was the one that paid for their travel so the were taking care of everything and luckily in that way she didn't have to share the bed with him. She had to bring their "relationship" back to the beginning, no attachment, no sweet thoughts, just sex. She could see how he had looked at her bare legs during the whole cab ride to the hotel and she complimented herself for bringing that red dress. Her most expensive outfit were also her sexiest ones and she wanted to use all of them, she had brought them with her for her cover, of course, but she couldn't deny she chose them also for the reaction they could have had on Cal. She felt good and comfortable in them and he had never seen her dressed like this, she thought it would have been funny to torture him a little bit.
Once at the hotel they parted ways, they needed to unpack and meet in a few hours to discuss the plan for that evening. There would have been a party and they had to go, get as many infos they could and make some useful contacts. She finished unpacking quickly, she didn't bring a lot with her so it was easy, she took a relaxing shower and that's when an idea came into her mind.
She knocked at his door, wearing her black coat and a pair of black high heels, he opened immediately.
"Hey, I was just wondering if you had already finished unpacking" she asked, entering his room.
"I do, what's wrong?" he asked confused, seeing her dressed up for going outside.
"I think I lost something on my way here" she answered.
"Oh ok we can go check... what did you lost?" he asked, looking around for his phone and wallet to go out.
He heard a thud behind his back and he turned back immediately to see where it came from, his eyes widened at the vision.
"My clothes" she smirked, looking at him while standing naked in the middle of his room.
He looked at her for a while, her high heels made her legs look even longer and he knew she had noticed his gaze on her for the whole time they got there.
"I'm glad you did" he got closer, making her body arch onto his to have a contact with him.
His mouth found her neck, nipping on it like she wanted, not too hard but still passionately. His hands landed on her bare ass, giving it a squeeze and picking her up. He made her lay on the bed and he noticed her eyes were closed; he had really liked looking at her eyes the previous night but it looked like it wasn't her plan to do it that time too. He kissed her hard and she tried to flip them over to gain control but he didn't allow her.
"You came here naked and you expect me to let you be in control?" he asked, untucking his tie.
"Why not? Plus I wasn't totally naked, I had a coat" she answered, breathily heavily.
"What if someone had stopped you at the door and asked for something? What if you needed to go with them?" he asked again, caressing her body with his opened and warm hands.
"I would have gone with them. They would have never known I was naked but you do now. Does it turn you on? The thought of me, naked underneath my coat with another man?" she teased to see his reaction.
She was trying to gain control of the situation making him loose his, making him think he was in control but his actions were predicted. Suddenly her eyes opened as she felt something soft around her wrists that were now pinned above her head on the mattress. She met his eyes that were now darker than usual, full of lust and something she couldn't quite understand. He hooked the other hem of his tie to the head of the bed and without saying a word he positioned his face between her legs.
"What if that man would have been me? What if I found you on your door and I would have asked you to go out for a dinner? What if I didn't know and you couldn't even take your coat off at the restaurant? How would you have felt knowing you were naked under your coat and that I just needed to put my hand on your bare thigh to discover it?" she breathed heavily and her eyes closed again, feeling his hot breath at her entrance and her walls contracted at the thought of that situation. She knew he could see every little movement of her body and he knew how turned on she was.
"What if we were in the cab back to the hotel when I found out? What if I would have started touching you in the dark? Finding you totally naked" her walls contracted again, totally aroused by his words and a soft moan left her throat.
"What?" he asked and she tried to arch her lower body, seeking for either his touch or his mouth.
He started to touch her slowly, swiping his thumb gently on her clit and finding her wetter than he thought. A loud moan left her throat and her legs opened more as she tried to match his movements. She was close, she had been since he started talking. That whole situation was turning her on more than she expected.
"You're liking this, don't you. What a pity we wouldn't have been alone, you should have been quiet, I don't want you to get busted" he removed his fingers, interrupting the contact between them and removing his face from between her legs.
"No no please" she panted, closing her legs tight to keep the friction, but he opened them again, putting his big hands on her inner thighs to keep her in place.
Jackass. She blamed herself to have let herself go that easily. A short speech, a tie around her wrists and she was already panting and moaning, pleading him to let her come. If only she wasn't tied up, she would have ripped his clothes off and rode him without thinking about it twice.
"Please what? Maybe I should let another person finish the work, maybe the one who would have found you in front of your door, what do you think? Or maybe just leave you like this, tied up in bed and completely at my mercy, I could fuck you or leave you on the edge for hours" he slowly traced a line from her neck to her navel with a single finger, feeling her arch and tremble under his touch.
"No please I want you" she pleaded.
All her good intentions to seduce him and feeling wanted went to hell, she was now the one who wanted him, needed him. She needed to come. Her eyes were still closed but his were wide opened. He had learned to stimulate her body perfectly, it was now reacting at every small movement he did and he knew it perfectly. She was shivering and trembling underneath his fingers and he couldn't take it anymore. He reached his nightstand, searching for protection and in an instant he was inside her.
A loud and deep moan left her throat and he really hoped the walls of the room weren't thin, otherwise everyone would have heard her. He kissed her to muffle the sounds that she was letting out but her mouth soon reached his neck, then his shoulder, using his body to silent her screams. She wished she could touch him, but her hands were still tied up and the whole situation turned her on even more. Their bodies were colliding together like they had always done, passionately and quickly. He felt her tremble beneath him and he took the opportunity to push one more time into her, deeper than before. She cried out as the climax hit both of them and he collapsed on her body, panting heavily on her neck.
She moved her arms a bit to make him understand to untie her, she couldn't stay there, she had promised herself to bring things back to normal and cuddling wasn't normal, not for what they said their relationship was. She let her hand quickly touch his skin, before pulling away.
"Are you ok?" he asked, looking at her wrists, they were a bit red, but not too much.
"Yes don't worry" her eyes found his and she had to fight against her need to stay there a bit longer.
She looked away immediately and she brought herself out of the bed, searching for her high heels that got lost somewhere in the middle of the room and picking up her coat from the floor.
"Emily are you sure you're ok?" there was something in her movements that just didn't feel right, she was moving slower than usual, like she didn't want to go. If she had wanted to stay he would have liked it, she didn't have to leave.
"I am. I just need to... take a shower, get dressed and we have a party to attend. We should be there at 9pm, meet me at 8.45pm?" she asked, putting on her coat and avoiding his gaze.
"Ok" he simply answered, looking at her worried as she left his room.
What happened? He could clearly see that something went wrong but he couldn't figure out what; everything was totally normal but somehow she looked sad. What if she didn't like it? What if he hadn't been enough?
As the door of her room closed behind her, she let herself fall against it. Her body was suddenly cold and she wrapped herself up in her coat as silent tears ran down her cheeks. His words had hit her hard once the haze of pleasure was over. She couldn't imagine herself with someone else. Every memory, every fantasy she had imagined, he was the one with her. Not someone else, not an unnamed man, him. She had always tried to avoid his face while they had sex but somehow his face was clear in her mind; she knew when he pulled out that irritating smirk, when he traced her body with his eyes, undressing her with a single gaze, even if she had never seen him doing it. Their previous time was a mistake, keeping her eyes opened made her realize that her visions were right and she didn't want them to be right. She didn't want to see that she was right on the fact that she knew him even without seeing him.
Gathering up her dignity she took off her coat and headed toward the bathroom to take a shower. As the water washed away both her sweat and her tears she couldn't help but thinking that the whole situation had slipped away from her hands. It all started as a joke, something he said to tease her, but it really looked like a good idea at the beginning; their physical connection was amazing, it looked like they were made to have sex together and the first weeks were smooth. He had never changed but somehow she felt like she did. Leaving him after their meetings had become more and more difficult as time passed and now she had even found herself crying for getting back to her room. It never happened with Tommy. Maybe it was the fact that they worked together, they talked at work, sharing ideas and improving their mental connection, then, after work, they improved their physical one. They knew each other well, at least the best part of them. They had never seen the other one being sad or talked about their personal lives, just the essential. Maybe the best thing to do was to end this relationship once they got back in Boston, they didn't know for how long they would have stayed in Moldova but she knew it was the best for her. She wasn't ready for whatever she felt now, that soft feeling she had inside of her would have ruined both her and him. Plus, why would he want to have more than that relationship they already had? He would have been a fool. She was a mess. This whole situation turned out to be just a big mistake and she didn't really know how to get herself out of it. It will hurt, more that it already did, but it would have been better to just end it all now than wait for it to become more.
She wrapped herself up in the hotel's robe, warming up her body for a while before getting ready. The long sleeved dress she chose fitted her perfectly, it had a long v neck that left her skin exposed and the gown was comfortable enough to run, just in case. If only she knew how to pull up the back zipper, she had tried to do it but she just couldn't reach it. Damn, what was she supposed to do now? Her only option was to wait for Cal so he could help her, but she really didn't want to. She didn't have any choice though.
She waited in her room, at 8.45pm she she heard a knock on the door; she opened it, finding him dressed and ready in front of her. She turned her back to him, pointing at the opened zipper and she pulled her hair to the side. She shivered as he got closer and unfortunately she felt his eyes on her back. His gaze was burning her skin, she knew he was watching them and she knew it was the first tine for him to see them; he definitely had felt her scars under his fingertips more than once but now they were the subject of his attention. She felt him take a deep breath to say something and she felt the need to interrupt him right away.
"Don't" she ordered firmly, trying to keep her emotions for herself.
He pulled the zipper up without saying a word. Her skin was wounded, more than he actually thought, he would have never figured out that her back had that many scars... what happened to her? He had never asked. He had checked her files but he didn't want to check all the private informations or the details about her case, he felt like it was no one of his business; he just wanted to know basic stuff if something would have happened to her or if she was triggered by something. Looking at her marked skin he felt sick to his stomach, how would someone torture her like that? For what? She didn't deserve it. In that moment all he wanted to do was to pull her in a tight hug and tell her everything was gonna be fine, but firstly, they didn't do that, hugs weren't something natural for them outside of the bedroom, and secondly, he knew something was wrong with her and he didn't want to make the situation worse.
They left the room, heading for the building where the party took place. They had booked the hotel just a few buildings after the one they needed to go to, so it was easy to get there. The room was packed, the music loud; a lot of people were dancing and the other half was trying to see who could get drunk first. They parted ways but still keeping an eye on each other to make sure they had their back, just in case. After searching for informations and giving some useful life advise, and a weapon, to a girl that was in danger, she went back to Cal. He had met one of his old friends from the navy, she knew it because she had been through his files and even though they were confidential she understood what his previous job was. His friend soon left them with some news on the case but it wasn't enough. As Cal was asking around a man approached her at the bar and it looked like he had what they wanted. She followed him to the private couches and Cal soon found her and sat there too, pretending to be her bodyguard.
She was flirting with him, obviously faking, trying to gain his interest and making him spill the informations they needed but it looked like he was smarter than they thought. He wasn't comfortable with Cal around so he asked her to follow him to the bathroom and she agreed. As she got up, Cal stopped her.
"I'm coming with you" he said firmly putting his hand in front of her, blocking her path.
"You're not. He's interested in my cover, you're making him uncomfortable" she explained, she had made him believe she was interested in whatever he was doing and everything was going just right.
"I don't think it's your cover he is interested in" he looked into her eyes, making her understand that it was a dangerous move.
"I don't care what you think, focus on the job" she pushed his hand away in order to pass over him.
He obviously didn't listened to her, entering the bathroom just a few minutes after her, finding that man blocking her against the wall. His hands were on her body and he was pointing a knife on her throat; she was trying to get away but she couldn't. Rage and anger took over his body, he took the first thing he saw and he smashed it against his back, hitting him hard. The man's body fall on the ground and Emily let out a deep breath.
"Are you ok?" he asked her.
"I am, I was about to kick him and hit his head with the mop too" she explained and he nodded.
"Give me that knife, I need to take his microchip" she got closer to the body on the ground and she took out the metallic object from his wrist, giving it to Cal so it would have been secured in his pocket.
"Let's get out of this bathroom before someone finds us" he suggested firmly.
"Yeah sure" she nodded, opening the door and making aure no one had seen them.
The music was now loud in her ears, she had gotten used to the way that bathroom muffled the external sounds and she really hoped no one will find out what they did, but what now? They had a microchip but they didn't know where to go. It looked like it wasn't Cal's main problem given the fact that as soon as she tried to join the crowd he took her by the arm, closing them both in a private and way smaller bathroom than the one they just exited.