Yor thanked the bartender as he placed the vodka martini in front of her. Nervously, she began to tap at the base of the glass with her finger before turning to Loid. "I feel guilty leaving Anya so soon. Are you sure we should be out? I mean, I did just get back—"

Loid flashed her one of those charming smiles of his, and she immediately felt like putty in his hands. Why did this man have such an effect on her? "Becky wanted Anya over for a sleepover and she wanted to go. I didn't have the heart to say no, especially not after all the kind words Henderson said about her tonight, did you?"

Yor nodded her head in agreement. It wasn't so much that she didn't trust that Anya wasn't in good hands, she was sure the girl was safe in the company of Martha and Becky and the vast mansion or castle that she was certain that little girl lived in. The person she wasn't sure of was herself…with Loid. Alone. The way he looked at her left her hot, wanting, breathless...these feelings and desires were new to her, and she wasn't sure how she was supposed to be handling it.

Being an assassin all her life, she was taught things such as the toxicity level of various poisons, locations of major arteries that would cause a person to bleed out quickly if severed...she was taught how to scale city walls, lurk in shadows, to live a life and yet be unseen. Of course, she was grateful for the life she's led because it provided food on the table and money in her pocket to take care of Yuri but ever since moving in with Loid and Anya, she was beginning to realize that perhaps there was more to life than simply killing. A life full of relationships, friendships...a life that meant dealing with the living. And that was something she definitely was not particularly skilled in. Anxiously she reached for her drink, ready to gulp it all down at once when Loid's hand quickly covered hers.

"You don't need to be nervous around me." He stared into her eyes and Yor felt a warmness low in her gut. She wanted to kiss him right there at the bar. Pull him close as he did with her that night in the bedroom. She felt his hand leave hers to grab his own drink, raising it slightly in the air, "Cheers to a successful Conference, and to the return of my wife." He winked at her and Yor couldn't help the tingles that prickled her skin. He was too charming for his own good. She downed the martini, licking her lips with a smile.

"Delicious!" Her smile quickly evolved to a gasp as she realized that she just drank the entire cocktail in a single gulp. Loid laughed at her, clearly amused.

"At least you drank it after a cheers and not because you were nervous." He raised a hand toward the bartender, ordering her another drink. About six martinis later and a few scotches for Loid, they settled up their tab. Yor snuck a glance at the clock hanging on the wall, the hands showing that it was nearly 12:30AM.

How had the two of them talked so easily for hours without even realizing it? Just like that night at dinner, Yor felt so at ease with Loid. Conversations were easy with him. For hours they talked about everything it seemed. They had talked about what happened at the Academy, laughing over Loid recklessly going after one of the most prominent men in the country. They proudly gushed over Anya's accomplishments and how well she's doing in school. They even talked about how they were as children, sharing in the fact that they both were forced to grow up quickly in order to survive.

After that they caught up on what they missed from each other in the past week with Yor mostly coming up with different lies and false events that never happened during her time at work. She felt guilty for lying to him and for the first time in her life she felt the weight of her deceit on her shoulders. Living with someone would do that to you she decided. When she was living alone, it didn't matter if she had to slip away for a mission or explain away bruises because there was nobody around. Now that she shared a life with Loid and Anya, she had to be extremely careful, and the pressure was starting to become quite exhausting. So, when she was able to talk to Loid freely, all of that pressure, all of that weight...it went away, and she reveled in that freedom.

Waving another thanks to the bartender they walked out of the bar. As they stepped outside, Loid placed his suit jacket over her shoulders to keep the chill of the night air away. Always such the gentleman, Yor thought as her body swayed back and forth, still tipsy from her martinis. She felt his arm slip around her waist, holding her firmly to prevent her from falling and she couldn't help but rub her face against his chest. He was so warm.

He chuckled at her, "I think we can get back to the academy faster if we cut through the alleyways over there." He suggested, pulling at her hand. She giggled at the adventure. She had no idea where he was leading her but she would go anywhere with him if he asked her to. She never had blind trust in anyone before, but with Loid, it was different. He was different. Some type of magnetic attraction that she simply couldn't fight. And why fight it? As long as he didn't interfere with her work, then there was no harm in exploring these new emotions right?

As they made their way through the backstreets, Yor felt giddy after another wonderful night with Loid. With liquid courage flowing inside her, she stopped walking, and yanked down on his hand. Chin up, she stared into his face, a playful smile on her lips. He looked at her quizzically, "What's the matter?"

"Truthhh or Dareee." The words came out slightly slurred and the man in front of her showed no comprehension at all. Perhaps he didn't hear her? Speaking slower she focused her words and began again. "Loid, I want to play Truth or Dare." Loid shook his head, his face dumbfounded and she stared at him in disbelief. "Wait. You're telling me…you've never played truth or dare?" He gave her a weak smile and shook his head apologetically.

Yor might have missed out on social gatherings and dating but even she still knew about Truth or Dare. Perhaps it was because of Yuri, Yor thought. Growing up she often played games with him to take his mind off of missing a meal or living in less than ideal living conditions. She thrust a pointed finger into his chest. "If you choose truth, I ask you a question and you have to answer truthfully. If you don't answer honestly, the karma fairies will know and you will be cursed forever." That wasn't true at all but it was something she always told Yor when they were kids so she went with it. "If you choose dare, then I dare you to do something and you have to do it, or else." Her eyes focused on him, eyes narrowed. The stare had intended to be threatening but instead he let out a laugh, his own spark of rebellion burning in his eyes.

"Okay. Dare then." He said with a sly smile, clearly enjoying the idea of this game.

You tapped her chin with a finger. Well now, this was unexpected. Not many people chose dare especially for their first time but leave it to Loid to once again surprise her. She had to think of something challenging. Something worthy of Loid's fearlessness. Suddenly, she looked up at him boldly, staring deep into his eyes. "Kiss me."

Just as quickly as the words left her lips, she felt his mouth heavy on hers. The kiss was demanding, and it showed that he wanted it as much as she did. His lips massaged hers, and she felt his arms wrap around her waist pulling her firmly against his body. She moaned softly in response, leaning her head back, allowing the kiss to deepen and she felt his tongue slip inside her mouth. She felt the heat of his energy building, heart racing at the same hurried pace of her own. Kissing him was exhilarating. She couldn't think except that she wanted more from him, to be consumed by him. Her fingers played through his soft hair, tugging slightly and he growled in response.

Excitement shot through her whole body then, along with something new. A throbbing need between her thighs and her legs suddenly felt weak. She breathed and kissed and tasted all of him at once. His hand slid down to the lower part of her thighs, gently rubbing through the dress at her most delicate spot. She buckled against his touch, and she let out a soft whimper. Suddenly she felt him pulling back, and she instinctively leaned forward not wanting this to end. His own breath was rough, panting, "Yor—"

"Well now," came a stranger's voice suddenly, "don't stop on our account."

Her and Loid both jumped, startled to see a group of seven men all sharing amused grins, walking towards them. Yor cursed at herself for being caught off guard, but how could she focus on her surroundings when Loid was kissing her like that?

"Thieves." She heard Loid whisper to her and his arm reached out in front of her, slowly pushing them back into the alley they just came from. She watched as the tallest man of the group slip two fingers into his mouth, and let out a sharp high-pitched whistle. Four more men walked towards them from behind. So, they were followed from the bar and now they were completely surrounded.

"A couple of drunk lovebirds roaming around the streets at night." The tall man shook his head disappointingly and clucked his tongue. "Not very safe if you ask me."

She felt the muscles in Loid's arm stiffen at the comment. "My wife will always be safe next to me." The response hugged her like a warm wool blanket. Even though she knew all of this was pretend, the possessiveness in his tone pleased her.

The man looked at him amused, "Will she now? Even up against eleven of us?"

Yor was tipsy and still high from his kiss but if it came down to it, she would be able to fight. It would have to take a lot more than a few martinis to keep her down. She was just about to choose which enemy she would hit first when Loid suddenly pulled a loose brick from the wall, and hurled it at the leader's head, knocking him unconscious. The rest of the gang erupted in a flurry of anger, and she felt Loid shoving her behind two trashcans nearby. She had no intention of sitting out but when he pushed her away, it surprised her and she practically fell on her butt.

As she was getting up, she watched in amazement as he traded blows with the men, dodging their hits easily. He raised his arms blocking off two men at once and for a few moments he was on the defensive, but with a hard knee to one of the men's abdomen, he caused him to doubled over and Loid grabbed at his collar throwing him into his partner. The man fell on top of his comrade and Loid lunged up into the air and with his full weight, came crashing down onto the man's body, his knee landing right into his chest. A gargling noise barely escaped the man and the unlucky thief at the bottom was left crushed under the weight of both Loid and the middle man.

Yor couldn't help but be impressed. He was handling this quite masterfully. Clearly, he was strong but as she observed him longer she noticed the different techniques in his movements. He wasn't just strong, no, he was quite skilled in various fighting forms.

Yor jumped up to her feet then, deciding that she wanted in on the action as well. She turned to face the four men that came down the alley behind them, noticing that the two furthest away carried knives in their hands. Swiftly, she spun on her heel, sending a surprise roundhouse kick to one of the men's faces. He yelled out in pain as his body went down. Following Loid's lead, she grabbed the downed man by the collar and hurled him into the other one, their bodies painfully crashing into the brick wall. She turned to scowl at the remaining two.

"We were having a moment before you ruined it. Now I'm going to have to kill you." They came at her together in unison, slashing only at the air as she evaded each attack. She felt the cool swish of the knife as the man aimed at her face and she grabbed his wrist, turning it violently, the snapping sound of their bones echoing against the walls. The man screamed in pain, dropping the knife and Yor caught it mid-air just in time as the other man came charging at her. With a quick spin of the handle, she turned the dagger up towards her assailant and thrust the knife deep into his thigh. She would have gone for the kill but at the last-minute thought better on it. She didn't want to frighten Loid off. While death didn't bother her, she didn't think that a string of dead bodies was romantic to everybody else.

The man fell backwards on his ass, and she yanked the dagger from his leg. Blood began pouring out of his wound. "If I were you, I'd get to a hospital before I bleed out." She flashed them a smile and watched as the two men quickly scurried off, but not before the other man dropped his knife to the ground as well. Suddenly, the all too familiar clicking noise of someone turning off a gun's safety sounded behind her. Loid! Grasping the two knives in her hand, she spun in one swift movement and threw them. Yor never missed a target.

Turning around her eyes went wide, followed by an overwhelming panic that flooded over her. Her hands flew to her mouth but she couldn't speak, couldn't move. While her back was turned, she hadn't realized that Loid was already reaching for the man's gun, disarming him, but in doing so, stepped completely in the line of her thrown knives.

Loid knocked the gunman out with a sharp right hook before turning to her with a half-smile, staggering as he tried to keep his balance. She found the strength to move again and was there immediately by his side, helping to keep him up. She stared in horror at the knife that stuck out of his shoulder blade, and the other knife in the lower part of his back. "Loid, I'm sorry, I didn't mean—"

"It's nothing. Barely feel anything at all." She could feel his forced laughter as he tried to hide his pain. While the knives weren't very long to begin with, only a few inches, she had to make sure that no main arteries were hit, but that wasn't the only danger. They were too far from any hospital, if they pulled out the knives, it would unplug the wound and he would bleed out. Main artery or not.

"I think it's this way back to the academy, we can call for help there."

Loid shook his head. "No hospitals. I hate hospitals. I have a friend who owns a condo a couple blocks down. It's a timeshare so he barely uses it. It should be empty, we can go there for the night."

"Loid, I think you need to go to a hospital—" but she was met with a stern shake of his head. He cupped her chin to face him, his eyes were soft and surprisingly held no anger towards her. Why was he so calm? He should be furious! She just threw two knives into his back, and yet here he was trying to comfort her.

"I promise nothing major was hit. Once we get these daggers out, it won't take too long to stop the bleeding and wrap up. I promise." He let go of her and nodded his way in the direction they needed to go. "I can walk you through everything to patch me up and I'll be good as new." Yor begrudgingly agreed. She fought back the tears that started to swell. She would cry later, right now, she needed to get Loid to that apartment and tend to his wounds.


Finally. Loid thought as they walked the few steps that led up towards the complex. This particular condo stood out amongst the others in the area because of how gothic the exterior looked. Sleek black glass against a dark grey concrete of a building. In the night it looked downright ominous which seemed perfectly fitting for how their night was going.

Loid entered a series of numbers on the keypad and was met with a buzzing noise. With help from Yor, they hobbled through the front entrance together and he led her to the elevators, muttering "top floor," through tired breaths. While he didn't lie to her exactly that she didn't hit any major arteries or organs, it didn't stop the fact that it hurt like hell walking three blocks with two knives lodged in his back. He couldn't remove them otherwise he'd just bleed out on their way to the building.

Reaching the top, they stumbled through the hall, finally reaching the apartment. Loid entered the four-digit passcode on the door's lock and they pushed their way in. The lights automatically turning on as they walked in. He lifted a hand to shield his eyes at the brightness and was grateful when Yor immediately rushed to the light switch and brought them to a dim. He also silently thanked WISE for planting safehouses such as this, all over Ostania. Secret hideouts for any agent to call upon if necessary. Lucky for him, there just so happened to be one near the Academy.

He stumbled to the bathroom and whatever remaining energy he had, left him. He slumped to the floor, holding on to the edge of the marble tub for support. This was probably going to be the hardest part of the night, talking her through how to properly tend to him. If she had thrown the daggers anywhere but his back he would have been able to patch himself up fine. He was facing the wall, his back towards the door, and it was only a few moments until he heard Yor enter. He tilted his head so she could better hear him and tried to muster up the most encouraging tone he could, "Okay, so don't be alarmed but you're going to have to remove the knife carefully. Don't be afraid and as soon as you're done put pressure—"

Before he could finish explaining he felt the sharp pull of the knife and the sudden pressure of Yor's hand firmly pressing down on the wound. She had a clean towel and was applying direct pressure so calmly that out of everything that happened tonight, this was by far the most unexpected thing Loid had seen. She wrapped the towel around the wound tightly before doing it again with the other. He couldn't contain his curiosity any longer.

"How do you know what to do in a situation like this?"

"I've watched a lot of hospital dramas." She didn't explain any further and he wondered if it ever crossed her mind that some of her explanations were downright ridiculous. Instead, she asked him if he knew where the first aid kit was and he nodded, pointing to a nearby closet. She got up quickly to retrieve it, and when she got back started pulling out various gels, creams, and bandages. "The towels were only temporary until I was able to find these." She held up some gauze before continuing, "After we make sure that the bleeding has stopped, I'm going to have to clean the wounds first before I can properly dress them."

How was she not freaking out about pulling knives out of his back? How did she know anything about properly dressing stab wounds? "Okay, I'm sorry…" He stared at her completely baffled, "but you said you learned how to do this...from a TV show?"

"Of course not. It was more than one show." She giggled slightly and he smiled at her attempt to make light of the situation. She was a terrible liar and once again she sounded completely outrageous, but now seemed the wrong time to press her for information. Just another extremely frustrating piece of the puzzle. He sat patiently, arms folded against the tub as Yor washed out his wounds, stitched him up, and then dressed his injuries in clean bandages. He looked at his back in the mirror admiring her handy work. Honestly, he couldn't have asked for a better nurse. He had planned on talking her through everything expecting her to pass out at least once or twice in the process, but she had so calmly and expertly tended to him that she couldn't have possibly chalked this up to something she learned from TV. He would have to ask her about this later. In fact, there were quite a number of things he wanted to ask her about. Nothing made sense when it came to her and it was driving him mad! She was a complete enigma, so different from any woman he had ever met and he would get down to the bottom of things, it was just a matter of time.

After she tended to his wounds, she decided that it would be a good idea for her to shower as well. He pointed down the hall where a second bathroom was located, allowing her privacy while he cleaned out this one. While she was still in the shower, he searched the apartment for anything she could change into. The dress she was wearing was covered in his blood and it didn't seem right to put her back in it. He opened all of the drawers and let out a sigh. Only a couple of white t-shirts and some gym shorts. This was after all a safehouse, only the basics were stored here. She would just have to make do with what they had.

He gently knocked on the door and announced that he was leaving some clothes for her. He opened the door a sliver and left the clothes hanging on the towel rail. He was about to shut the door but not before stealing a glance of her through the foggy glass of the shower. The outline of her naked body was hazy and blurred, but it still sent a shock of excitement straight down to his core. Thick white suds of bubbles clung to her before slowly slipping away at her feet. He fought the urge to step inside and join her. To feel with his own hands the soft touch of her skin, lathered beneath a slippery velvet of soap. How would it feel to slide his hands down her back, where he would meet her soft luscious behind, cupping each mound in his hands, lifting her up onto his waist…

He growled in frustrated annoyance. She had no idea what torture she was setting upon him. Ever since that night in her bedroom, where he had lost control for a second, tasting her briefly, he had dreamed of her and every single night was a torment he could not rid himself of. No matter how many times he fought with himself, no matter what theories he could make up in his head, in the end he knew. He was falling for her, there was no denying it. She was more than a puzzle and he was more than just physically attracted to her. She was two sides of a coin and it left him in awe. She was kind and gentle, yet when needed to be she was strong and ferocious. She surprised him over and over and there was nothing dull or simple about her. And then tonight when she dared him to kiss her, it was like a siren's call he could not disobey. She enchanted him, lulled him with her spell. But like all sirens of ancient mythology, he knew there could be no happy ending, only disaster.

He brushed a hand through his hair trying to clear his mind. Even if he admitted that he had grown fond of her nothing could ever become of it. In the end, he would leave. He had to. She could look for him, but she would find no Loid Forger. Loid Forger wasn't even his real name. He would be nothing but a ghost. At the very least, the kindest thing he could do for her was to keep his desire in check and hold back the urges to sleep with her. There was no reason to bed her, other than his own selfish desire. In previous missions, becoming intimate while undercover was necessary to gain trust but he'd already established the confidence necessary to keep Yor comfortable in the role as his wife, the mission could continue forward without sleeping with her.

Loid was so deep in thought that he didn't notice Yor walk out until she was standing next to him. For the second time that night he was startled. She was his weakness he figured. Whenever she was around or whenever she was on his mind, he became completely unaware of anything else.

He stared at her, mystified. Even in a simple white t-shirt, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her wet damp hair seemed even darker now against her ivory skin and he couldn't resist the urge to look away. Her body was still slightly wet and through the thinness of the shirt's material he could see her nipples, two perfectly round patches of pink.

"Yor." His voice was a strained whisper. His gaze fell to her slender legs, she wasn't wearing the shorts he had left her, and with every step she took, the shirt moved slightly on her thigh, teasing Loid of the ecstasy that was right within his grasp. He could feel the chains of his resistance snapping as she continued forward. He needed to tell her to go away, that he would end up hurting her...but his animalistic desire was growing stronger, and all reason seemed to be leaving his body. She stood in front of him then, and placed her hands on both of his shoulders, pushing him down to sit at the edge of the bed. He was too stunned by her sudden forcefulness that he didn't stop her. Hell, he didn't want her to stop. She climbed onto his waist, straddling him, her arms locking around the back of his neck as she brought her face within inches to his.

Loid felt the stiffness of his erection. He was so hard for her that it hurt, and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep inside of her until they both shared that sweet pleasure of release. "Yor…we shouldn't."

She shook her head. "I know this started off as just a cover but after tonight I can't fight how I feel anymore…I don't want to."

Loid's mind began to race at her admission. So she did feel something for him. Damn it, this was the last thing he wanted for her. Whenever he went undercover and took on a relationship, it was inevitable that feelings for him would develop, and every time he walked away, he left some woman confused and broken hearted. To him it never mattered, the mission was completed and that was that but doing that to Yor…somehow, it seemed…wrong.

He held on to that last sliver of restraint with desperation. He would try to do the right thing by her, even if that meant hurting her feelings. In the end, she would be grateful. "Yor…I'm sorry but this was never supposed to be permanent. I can't promise that I can give you what you want." He felt her stiffen at his remark. Obviously, that wasn't the sweet romance a woman wanted to hear, but it wasn't meant to be. By being harsh it was meant to deter her, meant to make her run away…but to his surprise, she simply nodded.

"I know, but...I would still like to know what it feels like to…share a night with someone I want." She blushed as she spoke and the realization of what she was saying hit Loid as if he just run into a wall. She had never been with anybody intimately before. Multiple conflicting thoughts raced through his mind. The idea that he would be the first to feel her, the first to push through her sweet tight opening made him almost take her right then and there…but his moral compass argued back. For this reason especially he couldn't sleep with her. He couldn't be the first man she slept with only to then just leave her one day as if he never existed. That was a cruelty he would never wish upon her.

Loid took a breath and placed his hands on her shoulders, "Listen Yor, we've had a long night. The adrenaline and everything you've been through, you're not thinking straight. Let's just go to bed...separately," he quickly added, "and we'll feel better about all this in the morning hmm?"

She looked down with the saddest eyes, her lips grim. "About tonight…Loid, I'm so sorry for the pain I've caused you. Because of me I could have killed you."

He smiled at her reassuringly. "Yor, it's okay, I already told you it wasn't fatal—"

She slapped at his chest with so much force that the motion almost caused her to fall backwards, but his arms were quick to catch her, wrapping around the small of her back. "Because I was drunk!" She yelled out to him, tears were in her eyes, "But it could have been worse! Far worse! You don't understand, I'm…I'm dangerous…and I could have killed you, I could have lost you—"

Loid silenced her with his lips. Damn his better judgement to hell. He couldn't take listening to anymore of that sadness in her voice and her unplaced guilt. He kissed her slowly with a deep tenderly possessiveness. Her lips parted against his own and he slipped his tongue in to meet hers. He savored the taste of her, sweet and warm as their tongues explored each other. Her hands gripped his shoulders and she pulled herself closer into his hold. He felt her soft bottom rub against the length of him and he let out a low groan.

He broke away from her, cupping her face in his hands. "Yor, are you sure this is what you want? We should stop..." God Yor. Please. Tell me to stop because I can't control myself any longer.

From beneath her lashes, her soft amber eyes met his gaze, "I don't want to stop. Even if just for tonight…I want you."

"I want you..."

Just like in the alley, he was helpless to disobey. Her words commanded him and carnal desire took over. He gently held her around his waist as he got up and turned them. Slowly laying her in the center of the bed and held himself over her, staring down into her beautiful eyes. They were every shade of red all at once and he could feel her desire burning through her gaze. It was calling out to his own arousal, like two wild beasts waiting to be uncaged.

His hand traced the smoothness of her calf, past her knees and slid up her inner thighs until he was inches away from the hot, damp core of her. She was completely naked beneath the shirt, which only excited his lust for her tenfold. His fingers found her warm center and she was already wet at his touch. He rubbed gently, teasing her. He dipped his head into her neck, taking in the scent of her. She was pure heaven and he wanted nothing more than to please her.

He pushed a finger inside, God, she was tight, and already so wet. He pulled his head back to look down at her. Her eyes were closed, fluttering, her mouth parted as she let out whispered moans. Slowly he slipped his finger in and out of her. His body humming as she quivered beneath him. Satisfied with her response thus far, he slipped a second finger inside, and she arched her back in response, welcoming the new pleasure.

He continued to work his fingers faster, in and out, slick from her wetness. "Loid..." His name on her lips sent a hot fever through his body. He was so hard but he ignored his own needs to favor her first. He felt her tighten around his fingers, she was almost at her climax. He brought his mouth to her nipple, finding her perky bud through the shirt and he sucked at it. Torturing her with pleasure she had never felt before. She grabbed the back of his neck, her body arched, and he felt the undeniable shudder of her release.


Yor laid there breathing heavily, her heart racing. What just happened? She had never felt anything like that in her life. One moment she was trembling under his touch and the next, she felt like her entire body was going to explode. The way his fingers moved inside of her, it was a sinful pleasure to be sure. She felt his body slowly pull away so that he sat on his knees.

"Did you enjoy that Mrs. Forger." His wicked smile brought heat to her cheeks. She enjoyed it alright, so much so that now she wanted more. More pleasures, more of him. Her gaze fell to the large bulge in his pants. She watched in excited anticipation as he began to unzip his pants. She had never been intimate with a man, but even she knew that what had just occurred was only the prelude. He stripped down, and she marveled at the sight of his manhood. He was big, and she was suddenly nervous at his size. He must have seen her concern, gently offering her reassurances as he climbed back into the bed. "I promise to be gentle."

Words seemed to be lost to her, so she simply nodded. She didn't know what to expect. She had heard stories that the first time was always the most painful, and she couldn't even imagine that at Loid's size, how he was even going to fit inside of her. He hovered over her now, his hand pulling at the bottom of her shirt, slowly peeling it off her. She was surprised that she didn't feel uncomfortable completely naked in front of him. Perhaps it was because of the way he was looking at her. Something in his eyes had shifted. Intense. Hungry. Eager.

He lowered his head to her nipple and licked at the tip gently. She pushed into him in response, his mouth taking in more of her. He suckled and played with her breast before turning his attention to the other one. His hand had made its way down to her knees again, parting her legs for him. She felt his fingers rubbing against her, except this time he didn't enter her. Instead he rubbed in a circular motion at the bud of her, teasing and tormenting her with pleasure, causing her to become wet with anticipation.

She felt him shift his position and suddenly his hard cock was pressing against her. He gently brushed her hair from her face, "This will hurt at first but I promise not to continue if you tell me to." She bit her lip and nodded, bracing herself. Slowly he slid the tip inside of her, true to his word that he would be gentle. She gasped as he pushed forward, "Yor, you are so tight…" His hips began to rock as he eased into her, her own wetness aiding him. With one final thrust he plunged himself fully into her and she gripped the bedsheets with both hands.

The initial pain was startling but lasted only for a few moments. With each new thrust it became thunderous and electrifying, the pleasure that filled her body quickly pushed away any thoughts of pain. She wrapped her legs around his waist, begging for more. She wanted all of him, deeper inside of her. They rocked together in perfect harmony. Her body was rippling at the sensation. His hands gripped her waists tighter, and he moved faster, faster, in and out. She threw her head back, moaning, and he licked at her throat. She couldn't control the building tension inside of her any longer. "Loid…" She bit his shoulder and arched her back into his body. Every part of her body was on edge. She could feel the tingling shocks run up and down her spine. It was too much, she was ready to burst.

As if he knew exactly what her body wanted, he plunged deep and with one final thrust, together their bodies exploded with pleasure. She felt him pulsating inside of her, filling her with his own satisfaction. She clung to him, low panting moans escaping her as she enjoyed her own sweet release. She never knew pleasure like this could be possible. She felt the weight of his body crash beside her, his eyes were closed, and a smile graced his face. She curled up next to him, her head laying softly on his chest.

She hadn't planned on falling for him, she hadn't planned to fall for anyone in her lifetime. Being an assassin was more than enough for her, or at least she thought so. It wasn't until meeting Loid that caused something to stir. And tonight, almost losing him, it scared her to a new level she never knew existed. Whatever this was, whatever they were…if this was going to end eventually, she was not going to let it go without experiencing at least one night with a person she cared for, on an intimate level.

And while the idea of giving up being an assassin had floated around briefly reality was quick to answer. What kind of mother could she really be to his daughter? She didn't know the first thing about how to raise a daughter. And what if her past somehow caught up to her? What if there was some vengeful brother out there like Nikolai, seeking revenge for someone she's killed? She would be putting both Loid and Anya at risk, and she couldn't have that. No, this was better. She could have her one night to cherish and remember, and he would be free to live a life with his daughter, just the two of them. It was what he wanted after all, reminding her earlier that this arrangement was not permanent. It had stung a little to hear that he shared no mutual feelings towards her, but it was for the best she decided. Letting her mind drift, she suddenly felt the heavy exhaustion from the entire night finally sink in, and within moments, she was fast asleep.