"Can you tell me what the fuck it's wrong with you?" he screamed, locking them in the bathroom. His voice was angry, she had never seen him like this.
"What do you mean?" she asked, not really sure about what he was talking about.
"You don't follow a man who actually just wants to get into your pants in an empty bathroom!" he explained and she rolled her eyes, laying her back against the sink.
"Oh come on I had him! I was about to beat him up but you came first. I wouldn't have fucked with him!" she tried to explain herself but she was right, she knew what to do.
"Yeah he wasn't thinking the same you know" Cal pointed out sarcastically.
"I would have kicked his ass and then taken the microchip by myself, I just flirted to get informations! What are you blaming me for?" she actually didn't understand why all of a sudden he thought she couldn't be able to handle the situation.
"I don't like you flirting with people to get informations, you could get in trouble" he said, getting closer to her.
Her hands found the hard material of the sink to get more stable. As he got closer she could see his dark eyes, darker than usual, with something she couldn't detect but it was pretty similar to the ones she saw the previous night, just more... angry?
"Is it so? You're worried about me? Or are you jealous?" was he? She didn't know, that was why she had asked him, like he would have even admitted it, it just slipped out from her mouth.
"Jealous? Why would I be? You can fuck with whoever you want, even with him" his words seemed true but his body was acting in a totally different way.
He knew he didn't have any right to be, but he had to admit it to himself: he was jealous, and he couldn't deny it. As his words made him act like he didn't care, his body got even closer to her, but still without touching her body and his eyes stared at her.
"But I wouldn't have" she admitted, looking up at him.
His presence made her whole body shiver, something that was a mixture of pleasure, arousal and something else that made her heart race.
"Why?" he simply asked, it was a legit question.
She thought for a second whether to answer or not, couldn't she just shut up?
"Because I don't fuck with anybody else" she finally answered.
It wasn't the full answer but it was an answer and somehow he knew she had more to say, he could see it in the way her body was acting.
"Why?" he asked again, inches from her lips.
Her breath got stuck in her lungs, she craved his lips on hers, his hands on her body, him.
"Say it" he suddenly flipped them over, making the front part of her body touch the sink and pushing his body against hers.
He knew she could feel how turned on he was because an involuntary moan escaped her throat. It wasn't the situation that turned him on though, just the sight of her in that dress was better than any other fantasies he had ever had.
"Because-" she couldn't say it, she couldn't let him know that she changed her mind.
She arched her body against his, searching for a contact, hoping he would understand what she meant. Her eyes found his in the mirror and she gave him a silent plead, hoping it was enough.
"Words" he ordered firmly and she let out a sharp breath as he felt his hands pull her dress up.
She felt him move behind her and she couldn't think properly. Her heart was racing and her body was responding to his presence like it always had.
"I- please" she begged as his thumb swiped her panties to the left.
"Look at yourself in the mirror and tell yourself what you're so worried to say out loud" he whispered darkly in her ear.
She didn't know how he did it, but the tip of his protected cock was now teasing her entrance. She had to be honest, both with him and herself for once. After all she had already decided that she had to end this when they got back, why not being honest and enjoying a good fuck.
"Because I'm yours" she breathed out, closing her eyes.
Weeks before she would have agreed to change Tommy with everyone, she just needed a good fuck with someone; but now she couldn't see herself with someone else, it was either him or no one.
"Say it again" he ordered firmly.
She didn't actually followed his orders but he didn't want to push her, at least she admitted it, even without looking at him or herself.
"I'm yours" she breathed again before letting out a loud moan as he slide into her without finding any obstacle.
"You're mine" he repeated.
He didn't give her time to adjust, she just started to push into her roughly, letting his jealousy control him. She was his and he couldn't imagine himself with anyone else neither. She opened her legs more to allow him to slide deeper into her as she bent over a bit towards the sink.
"Harder" she pleaded, and he listened to her, slapping his front body against her bare ass, making her moan.
"You're mine" he repeated surely in her ear, sliding one of his hands on her front body to reach her breasts, sliding it under her dress to pinch her nipple.
"Harder please" she moaned again, blaming herself for finding arousing being fucked roughly from behind against a sink.
Probably her body was telling her what her mind and heart refused to admit. Having him push in and out of her made her feel wanted, she understood he got jealous, even if he didn't want to admit it; and somehow he was trying to show it to her in the best way they knew, they way they had used to communicate their feeling in the past weeks.
"I know you're holding back, let it go I've got you. Look at yourself in the mirror, see how good you look when you're about to come" he swiped her hair to the side to reach her neck with his lips, sucking on her pulse as his pushes speeded up.
She opened her eyes, finding her reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly parted and her eyes found his. His hands found her waist as he kept pounding into her hard. He left a couple kisses on her neck and her legs trembled, shaken by her climax, announced by a loud scream; she really hoped the walls weren't thin and that the music was covering the noises that were leaving her throat. He helped her ride her orgasm as he came too, enjoying the way her walls clenched around him. She tried to keep herself stable by fisting the hard material of the sink but she couldn't keep it anymore; her legs gave up but he was quick enough to take her in his arms. Her breath was sharp and fast, his lips were still leaving soft kisses on her sweaty neck as his arms hugged her tight.
When both their breaths returned normal they fixed their clothes, avoiding eye contact and without talking. She looked at herself in the mirror and she noticed the red mark on her neck, she got closer to watch it better and she immediately tried to cover it with her hair.
"I'm sorry, I didn't noticed" he apologized, he knew she didn't like to have her body marked, she had always told him. She once joked about not wanting any more marks than she already had but he knew it was also because she liked to keep her hair up and she had a serious job and it could be unprofessional.
"It's ok don't worry" she turned around, facing him and finding him nearer than she thought.
Their eyes met and their mouths were close, a shiver run through her spine and she couldn't deny she wanted to kiss him, but they had a work to do and they had already lost a lot of time. She headed towards the door and she looked at him, silently asking if he was ready and he nodded.
They went outside and checked the microchip, it had an address and a name on it. Finding a couple making out in front of a motorcycle made them realize it would have been a great way to move towards their next destination, so, they bought it, giving them some money as they got away. Obviously it had to rain, why couldn't the weather be on their side for once? The building was enormous and they found out the microchip actually opened the doors. They succeeded in distracting a guard and get some informations from the camera guys who were still able to call for help.
They tried to run outside but it was too late, as they were heading back with their bike they got caught by the same guy they knocked off in the bathroom and some of his friends. They should have checked if he was really unconscious. They found themselves in a locked room, it was cold. with no windows and with just a single door as an exit; she tried to remember how many guns she could spot, just in case they could have been able to exit but they were too much. She sat on the floor, she could feel her panic rise but she needed to control it, at least for once. He saw something was wrong with her and this time he wanted to be there, fuck their rules, she needed help and he wanted to gave it to her like he did when she panicked weeks before with the paparazzi. He sat beside her, not really sure of what to do, he could see her breath was faster and she was trying to control it, her eyes were staring in front of her at something he couldn't spot and he didn't know what to do, they didn't do this. His best idea was to simply touch the hand she was keeping on her lap, making sure she knew he was there and, if she wanted, he could help. She turned her head to look at him, finding his worried eyes and she nodded slowly, making him understand that she got it and she intertwined their fingers.
He looked at her, she seemed so small and scared, dealing with something that was so much bigger than her and all he wanted to do was to wrap his arms around her and tell her they would get out of there soon. They laid on the ground together, not really knowing what to do, Cal had tried to find an exit but it looked like the door was the only one. That's when she heard it, her eyes widened as she heard that familiar sound, a sound that had been in her ears for six years: it was running water. She instinctively followed the sound, making sure not to panic over it and she discovered it came from underneath them. There was a metal panel on the ground and Cal helped her move it, revealing a hole that certainly leaded somewhere outside of there, the running water should exit somewhere. Some loud noises got near and she heard some voices, a clear sign that they were coming for them. Cal looked at her with worried eyes, he knew it was hard for her, but she nodded, jumping in the hole and ending up in the water.
As she couldn't hit something solid with her feet to push up she panicked, trying to swim to get at least her head outside of the water to breathe. Her lungs started burning, remembering the way they used to be damaged when she got tortured; she felt someone take her and help her get above water but for a moment she thought it was the end, they got them. She screamed, trying to drawn the other person as she managed to take some deep breaths.
"Emily it's me Cal! Breathe with me" she heard his voice and she was glad it was him, but her panic was still there and she felt so bad for not being able to control herself.
She felt her body heavy, incapable to move and she thanked him mentally to be able to keep her up. She tried to listen to his voice and breathe with him, trying to calm down. If only she could do it quicker, they had a few time and she was waisting it. When her panic was over she freed herself from his embrace, looking at him in the eyes. She had never seen him so worried and scared, it was like he was the one who was drowning, not her. He grabbed something above them to help him float, he wasn't really sure what it was, the place was quite dark, but it was steady. He wrapped his other arm around her, there was no way he would have allowed the flow to separate them; her hand gently cupped his face, stroking his beard softly as he removed some wet hair that got sticked to her cheek.
He was there, they were alive and safe for now, but they had to move. She took a deep breath, looking at him in the eyes; she was so glad he was there with her in that moment. She gave him a soft smile and he asked again if she was ok, she was. He hugged her tight with his arm as he let the flow move them to the exit, only to find out there was an iron gate blocking it. He told her to wait as he got under water, finding a piece of the gate that could be opened and succeeding in creating an exit; there was a big problem though.
"I removed the gate underneath us, it's the only exit" he informed her and he saw her eyes widen.
"It's ok, I'm here with you, take a deep breath. I know you can do it" he softly touched her shoulder and he felt her tremble, he knew it was hard for her.
It was either going underwater or die there, there was no in between and her mind almost couldn't decide which option was better. She looked at him, she couldn't leave him, even if their relationship would be over once they got back she had to stay with him for the time they had left together. Her heart craved it. Plus she could still be able to see him at work, even without working together.
"I'm not going without you. You go first, if you can't swim anymore I'll try to take you with me. If you drown I drown" his tone was serious, yet calming.
She nodded and took a deep breath, she could do it, she had to. She sinked down into the water, trying to find the small exit Cal made; she managed to pass it and she tried to exit from the water. As her head emerged from the water she took a deep breath, filling her lungs with oxygen. She looked around and for a second it looked like time had slowed down, where was Cal? She felt her panic rise, was he still underwater? What if he didn't make it toward the exit? What if the flow made him sink even more? Her heart stopped for a second as she searched around for him, but it turned out that he was just a bit slower than her. As he emerged from the water he saw her in front of him and after making sure both of them were alive and safe she threw her arms around him, hugging him tight.
He was alive, he was there. She just wanted to wrap herself up in his arms, get some warm blankets and spend the night with him, kissing his lips and cuddling on his chest. In that moment she realized that they needed to talk, she needed to tell him the truth; not knowing if he was alive or not made her heart break and he deserved to know how she felt, even if she was scared to admit it, even if she wasn't really sure to be ready, even if he didn't feel something and he would break her heart.
He helped her out of the water and she couldn't take it anymore. She knew they didn't do it, it wasn't something they were used to but as both their feet touched the ground she threw herself in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck, raising on her tiptoes and she kissed him. He hugged her tight, moving his lips against hers in a quick but sweet kiss. It was both strange and natural: strange because they have never kissed just for the need of it, it was always something that led to something more, but somehow it was like they had been kissing in every kind of situation for years, their lips caressed each other in a well known rhythm dictated by desire and their arms were wrapped around their bodies in a tight hug.
When their lips parted, in need of air, their eyes met. They both knew that what just happened was something new, something that they have never felt together, at least not like this. Not with something outside their frequent and productive meetings. It was new and it scared her, but at the same time she had never felt so alive since she came back. It was like she took a long and deep breath of oxygen after they had almost drowned, that had left her even more breathless, but she felt good.
"Let's get away from here" Cal said all of a sudden, taking her hand and leading her toward a nearer street.
They had no where to go, they couldn't get back to the hotel by foot so they needed something: a bike, a car, whatever could have been able to bring them back to the city they stayed in. Moldova was cold, they had noticed it since they came there and their clothes were wet. A shiver run down her spine as she walked with Cal on the almost empty street, they didn't know what time it was and they didn't care.
"You're cold, take this" he said, noticing that she was trying to warm herself up by rubbing her arms with her hands.
"It's ok don't worry" she tried to stop him but his jacket was already off of his body.
"No you're shivering it's ok" he helped her wearing it as the cold air hit him even more, but she needed it more than him, he could resist.
"Thank you" she didn't have the heart to tell him that his jacket was wet, so it was pretty useless, but somehow her body got a bit warmer after his kind gesture.
Maybe it was the way he was trying to take care of her, or the way his wet shirt fitted his body perfectly, or maybe the stories he was telling about a warm and old piece of clothing he used to wear during cold winters that made her smile. She was glad he opened up about this with her, she liked to listen to his memory. She found herself smiling and laughing while walking next to him, with his jacket on her shoulders like a normal couple. Except that they weren't, they weren't dating, they were just having sex almost daily but they didn't share feelings, not out loud at least.
She eyed from distance a container full of clothes and they decided to change into something way warmer, in order to move faster and search for a car or whatever they would found. The opened door of a truck caught their eyes and they got closer, trying to see if someone was inside. It was empty. They wondered for a while if it would have been a good idea to steal it but after all they had no other option. As they tried to get into it they both felt something hit their head, making them both fall to the ground unconscious.