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A Lesson In Humility

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The smutty dream [apparently] two months in the making.

I apologize for the gaps but you guys have probably figured out my personality and…tendencies by now. (I start new stories all the time and never seem to finish them. And don't talk to me about the one's that have a *complete* next to them because most of those are one-chapter stories and you know it).

So I'm trying.


Here it is.

If it helps, to those who are frazzled keeping track, Secret Agent Girl is my witness… I have vowed not to start any more new ones until I only have 2-4 unfinished ones left.

WHOOWHOO~

Haha… anyway, vacation is here so expect many updates. I hope they aren't terrible and don't make you want to puke or stone me ;)

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5.

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He sat hunched over his dinner, attempting to convince himself that this was normal. That he would usually be this tired after a 10 minute walk with Donovan. That it made sense for his eyes to be bleary because he had read at least one and a half documents at work today.

That the food in front of him was completely and utterly bland because he was a terrible cook.

He gave up on the futility of it all and was about to admit, just a little bit to himself, that this feeling might have just the tiniest bit to do with Sydney's absence. But goddammit, he was worried about her. He was allowed to be worried about her. And it was in a strictly professional sense, he was simply worried about her person and not her… her eyes, beautiful though they were, or her hands, dexterous as they seemed, or her lithe body, which never seemed to leave him alone.

She was his asset. And there really wasn't much else to it.

He stopped thinking when the beeper beside him beeped intrusively, pervading his depression yet still able to bring a smile to his face. Sydney was back.

Walking into the warehouse, he saw that she was already there, standing near the crate just as he always had and he had to smirk a little at the irony. The irony too that it was only now that he felt relieved and that with that relief came a certain sleepiness.

She was garbed in the modest black suit that she wore so much, not that he could argue with her to vary her wardrobe given his own array of costume, and was watching him in a curious way, the expression unreadable.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"How was your mission?"

She looked up and down herself, showing him that she was still standing and, from what he could see, was unscathed. "I'm basically made it through okay."

His eyes opened a little wider. "Basically? Are you hurt?"

She moved a little closer to him and his throat tightened the tiniest fraction just from the movement. It was now, in times like these that he could admit that she was absolutely lovely… that he was attracted to her.

"I got a little gash on my shoulder-"

He was stooping next to a crate to get the first aid kit at once. She unbuttoned her jacket and swept her hair over and across one shoulder leaving her shoulder bare to his touch and his sight.

As always, he felt a twinge of pain when looking at her injuries. It was unjust of this body to be marred in any way. And as he always did, with his breath lightly coming in and out, he grazed his fingers around the injured skin, taking care not to touch it.

He got out the Neosporin. She winced slightly as he dabbed the cream on the puckered flesh and he noticed at once. "How did it happen?"

She turned slowly from his touch until their gazes met, eyes only inches apart from each other, still strangely detached.  "You really want to know?"

For some reason, this response made his throat constrict even further but he nodded.

"I was on my mission and I, as of course I always do, had to seduce the main big shot there. And so I charmed him and…" her voice trailed away as her eyes fell upon him again. She took his hands and guided him to a nearby crate and sat him down. "Okay- so pretend you're him."

And there it is. He can't speak. She's going to walk him through her seduction… all the way to her injury. Oh dear Lord. He's not sleepy anymore.

What the hell is she doing? She's taking off her tank top and unbuttoning her pants. And then he understood with a twinge of both fear and exhilaration. She was in her costume. He wondered if it was alright to look at her but then figured that because he was playing the big shot, he had to or else she would feel unwanted. Anything for her right?

So he let his gaze really look at her for the first time, took in the black corset-bra which squeezed everything in and… and out… took in the garters that lined her legs, the damnably sexy stockings that he knew, just knew, were net… and suddenly her high black heels, comfortably hidden before under her long pants, didn't seem so modest and mundane anymore.

"And so I was in the room with him, he was watching me the way that you are right now, and I walked closer to him, my necklace was my comm link-"

He looked at her necklace, a devastatingly beautiful blue sapphire pendant hanging off a silver chain, resting right where-

"And he sort of gulped I think."

Michael gulped.

"And then I was right beside him and-" Her breathing seemed to be a little labored as she sat astride him, closer to him that she had ever been before, her hands finding their way inside of his jacket, tracing the outlines of his chest through his shirt, head dropping to his neck to lightly kiss his neck.

He wasn't sure how he was supposed to react. Her whisper came into his ear. "While I was seducing him, he didn't just sit like stone you know. I should think- Agent Vaughn- that you would want to know the facts exactly as they occurred. Her stress on 'Agent Vaughn- and all the implications that followed flushed him but then he understood. Finally.

His hands left the edges of the box crate to land on her bare lower back, fingers lightly trailing a path up and down her back, softly. She lifted her face up to him and kissed him, reaching backwards behind her to grab his hand and bring it up to her hair. His fingers took a hold of the clip that held her bun together and unclasped it, feeling the torrent of her hair unleash itself upon them and flood around her shoulders and over his arm.

Her lips were slightly parted now and he took his cue, deepening the kiss as her own hand reached his hair, burying her fingers into it.

She broke their kiss. "He wasn't as good a kisser as you but he knew how to work his belt…"

Oh God.

He felt her own fingers head lower towards his belt, her fingers insistently untucking his shirt, feeling cool and calm against his fevered skin before handling the belt buckle.

His own fingers found the strings that held her corset together and played with them, entwining them with the strings and tugging at them playfully. He waited until she was pulling his belt out of the loops to suddenly pull and hear her gasp as the entire pressure of her body changed.

And everything became slightly blurry to him after that, remembering only that she kept telling him snippets of her mission, illustrating every move she made with his own body and hers.

And then they were there, naked, their stares hot and smoldering. She stood over him, ready to lower herself upon him-

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And then he woke with a flash, sweating and more aroused than he remembered ever being.

He couldn't take it anymore.

He picked up the phone, regardless of the time, and called Weiss.

TBB… (To be Begun)

Review… hope that it was still at least on the border line of pg-13… yeah… nevermind, I'm kind of embarrassed right now //blushes//.