Shrouded by the darkness, fatigues blending in, a lone figure waited for familiar tread of shoes, or rather combat boots. His victim would be unsuspecting, yet yielding, wanting of what he had to offer. In this respect, timing was nothing, but in dealing with the companions that trailed her every step, timing was everything, without it, everything would fall apart. His ears caught the clack of the heel, its weight exactly what it should be. He smiled slightly, the right corner of his mouth twitching ever so slightly, and as her heel hit the cement he reached out grabbing her quickly, and reeling her back in, covering her within his overbearing trench coat as her persuers picked up the pace, and ran right past them. Her breathing was neither ragged, or quick, but calm and trusting. She leaned her head in under his chin and breathed in the scent. It had been too long, much too long since they'd last met. Yet again they'd been torn apart, but this time, because of a mission, one that traded identities and personalities. They'd have their night together, and in the morning, she'd be dropped off chloroformed at the door of another man.

P.S. This couple was supposed to be Zechs and Noin, but that was my thinking, it could be whoever you please.