So let me slip inside your ultraviolet disguise
The daylight holds you close
But tonight you are mine
Mine, mine

- The Technicolors - Tonight You Are Mine -

"Well, I'd call that a successful day," she said cheerfully as they exited and headed for the lift. "Keira is off the chopping block, Ines has had one more thing taken from her, and Jim is in a good mood. I don't know what could make it better."

He bit back a sarcastic comment about the kitten escaping. She was in a good mood, no need to befoul it pointlessly. "No, it does seem like a pretty decent day," he agreed as they entered the lift.

"You know, I did just think of something that would make it better," she hummed as the doors shut, and stepped up in front of him, placing a hand flat on his chest. "I believe you've promised to ravish me in an elevator, and unless I somehow missed it I think that promise has been unfulfilled."

It was perhaps the most concerning thing he'd felt in a while, the lack of reaction to her hand on his chest. Or… not a lack, perhaps, but such a delay. It took him a good long moment to pull his mind from wherever it had been and turn its focus to the weight of her palm on his sternum as she stepped close. He mentally shook himself, and grinned. "Weren't you just saying that Jim was in a good mood?"

"What, you think he'll notice right away if we fuck in the lift? He's a busy man, he doesn't have the time to be watching the security cameras. That's grunt work," she laughed, not noticing anything wrong. "Are you saying you don't want to fuck me in this lift?"

"No, I'm just saying eventually…" he bent to nip at her throat, "word is going to reach him that we fucked in his lift and held up work… I'm just informing you of the consequences…"

"Mmm," she hummed, running her fingers lightly down his chest. "I believe your original idea was to wait until he was on vacation to do it, but the same consequences would apply... Let's face it, the punishment will likely be one of us being kidnapped and tied to a chair again, considering his new... interests."

He shivered slightly at the thought. "Well, this time you can be the one getting edged all evening. I've had my fun with that, thanks," he shot back with a grin, reaching up to grab her wrist and spinning them, pinning her hand to the wall with his, his hips doing similar things to her body. "But if that's the case, this becomes less of an issue for me."

She laughed at the memory. "I suppose I shouldn't remind you that I was the last one to be teased in that way, huh?" She grinned, rolling her hips forward against his.

"Mmm… Probably not," he agreed, bending to bite at the corner of her jaw just hard enough to hurt, his hands untucking her shirt and sliding beneath over familiar skin. "I might decide to revisit that idea. It was so very entertaining."

"Might be less entertaining without Jim to help get your rocks off with while I suffer," she pointed out breathily, fingers hooking in his waistband for a moment before sliding around his waist and down to grab his ass.

"A decent counter-argument if I've ever heard one," he agreed, his hips pressing forward a bit greedily against hers as he decided her shirt was in his way and started ripping his way up from the bottom.

"I'm full of those," she shot back, leaning up to capture his lips, pulling him harder against her with her grip on his arse, her other hand fisting in the front of his shirt.

He finally got her shirt out of the way and shoved it off of her shoulders, his hands sliding around behind her to loosen her bra. "Explain to me," he muttered around her lips. "Why it is that you feel the need to package yourself in so many goddamned confining layers?" He pulled away to look down as he disentangled her bra from her shirt. "Honestly, I've met vaults that are less complex."

She laughed. "Sebastian, if I wandered around braless, I'd be useless the next time I had to run anywhere. I'd be too busy keeping myself from being yanked around by the whims of gravity to build up proper momentum," she said, helping get herself out of her bra before turning to start stripping him of his shirt.

He sighed, submitting to her desires as she pulled the shirt off around his shoulder hostler, though he returned his hands to her torso as soon as they were free, rough palms smoothing down over her ribs to get a sturdy grip on her hips. "But what a sight that would be."

She rolled her eyes a little, amused. "I suppose that would make an excellent distraction in a pinch, but what on earth would you do to avoid being distracted too?"

"I have an iron will," he assured her, his palm pressing rather suddenly and insistently between her legs, rubbing slow circles.

She gasped, popping up on her toes for a moment in surprise at the sudden stimulation, and not to be outdone cupped him through his trousers. "Do- do you now?"

"Mhmn…" he agreed, though the noise shifted slightly as she touched him. His free hand worked to undo her trousers. "Soldier's determination…"

"Lucky me," she chuckled, both of her hands occupying themselves undoing his button and zipper for a moment before one was pulling down his waistband and the other was slipping inside to stroke him through his pants.

He undid her trousers and shoved them down and off, taking her pants at the same time and tossing both aside, leaving her shoes for the moment, too invested to be bothered. He rolled his hips into her hand just a little, impatient now, his own hand finding its place between her thighs again.

She openly moaned, shoving his pants down enough to pull his cock out, kissing him hard, desperately now, her free hand pulling his hips toward hers.

He took hold of her hips, lifting her now and pinning her hard against the cool metal of the lift wall, ass resting on the handrail as he pushed into her without ceremony, body pinning hers.

She shouted, one hand gripping the round of his shoulder, the other, his ass. "Fuck, the metal's cold," she gasped against his lips, rolling hips as best as she could.

"I feel for you," he grunted sarcastically, biting her lip as he grabbed her ass right back, using it to steady her as he started moving, just getting a feel for the balance of the position.

She groaned, eyes falling shut as he got a rhythm going, the cold metal already forgotten, quickly warming up with her rising body temperature.

He laughed, leaning in to her ear as he moved. "If I knew you were this turned on by me fucking you in public I would have done it a long time ago," he whispered, teeth bared in an amused grin. "You're soaked."

She flushed at his language, a shiver running through her. "What, you couldn't tell in the Ganges? Water is hard to mistake for a lubricant, tiger," she shot back, nipping his earlobe, though her voice was less solid than usual, and she moaned again as he hit a particularly good stroke.

"I was a touch distracted by security in the Ganges," he retorted. "That place was a logistical... nightmare..." He stumbled with his words slightly as she moved in a way that took him deeper, gasping slightly and grinning. "Well, this does open up.. a whole mnh... Whole new range of options."

"I thought public fucking anywhere was a logistical nightmare," she breathed, only vaguely registering in the back of her mind that something dinged. "Otherwise I would have ravished you- mmf- more places."

"It most certainly is," he panted, biting her shoulder. "But I would have made allowances..." He heard the doors sliding open then, however, and tensed, turning quickly to look over his shoulder.

A woman with a strict ponytail stared at the two of them with wide eyes for a moment, before sighing quietly. "Proving my point, Harrison...?"

She growled a swear, hands checking his trousers for a moment. "Sebastian, give me your gun."

He didn't comment, just handed it to her from his shoulder holster, eyes still on the woman at the door.

"Really, you're going to shoot me?" she asked. "Look, there's no law against using the lift."

"But there's a law against your snide fucking attitude, and here it is," Lorna snapped, and fired a round directly into the woman's shoulder. "Consider that a lesson in the way you treat your superior, honey. Now take the stairs to the infirmary."

She stumbled back and collapsed onto her ass on the ground, hand going up to her shoulder and pressing against the wound, staring at Lorna in shock for a moment. "You shot me..."

"No shit," she snorted, handing Moran his gun and rolling her hips again, determined not to lose momentum. "I'm a murderer, honey. You're lucky you aren't dead. Get out."

He tucked the gun back into its place, and waited until the woman stood and headed for the stairs before asking, "Not that I don't approve, but who the fuck was that and why did you shoot her?" He started moving his hips again.

"Remember the woman who fake-kidnapped me to help us get the network back?" She asked, voice hitching as he started moving again, "You heard my desire to gut her."

"Ah yes," he said pleasantly, not pressing further as he got back up to speed again, his attention leaving Lorna's victim, disinterested in the light of current events.

The doors slid shut, and Lorna closed her eyes, getting back into it, fingers tight on his sides. "Fuck, you're hot... I didn't know I had a real interest in fucking in public until you. You've awakened a lot in me."

He laughed, though it trailed off into a rough cough for a moment, throwing him off. He gathered himself a moment later, pushing her a bit further up the steel wall as he sought a better angle, pulling back to grin at her. "I could say the same. Never been much of an exhibitionist."

"Our sex life is so good," she groaned, gasping as that angle hit a new spot and purposefully squeezing around him. "No wonder Jim misses it."

He shook his head, biting into her shoulder again and raking dull nails down her sides as she tightened roughly around him. "Careful with the... blasphemy..." he chuckled breathlessly, feeling his body starting to heat up, the metal icy as he pressed his forehead against the wall next to hers.

"What, he's a god?" she scoffed through a pant, feeling the increased energy and riding off of it herself, her movements beginning to verge on frantic. "He scares me, but - fucking hell - but if he wants to fuck us, I'm going to mention it."

"No, no," he said quickly, a laugh slipping out between breaths. "Mention it he'll... he'll get off on it.." He was suddenly coughing again, and had to pause for half a moment- much to his displeasure- to get himself sorted again before he could continue. He started up again a moment later, the power behind his hips making the thin metal of the lift interior ping slightly as it deflected with their movements.

She almost asked him if he was okay before he started up again with renewed vigor, and she clung onto him, panting for breath, urgency draining the need to talk right out of her for a few minutes. "Seb-" she said finally, in a whine, "Seb, I'm close, please."

He was right there with her, body arching around hers, contorting to grind against her at every point possible, to feel as much of her against his skin as he could. Feel her pressed between him and cold metal, begging for him as he took what he wanted from her... His teeth found her throat, closing but not biting, the anticipation of pain, of domination, held at the last second. Breath on skin as he fucked her.

She came with a cry and a shudder, her arms thrown around him, head pressed back into the wall to bare her throat to him, relishing the feeling of his teeth on her skin and his breath harsh in her ears. Fuck, he was a goddamn force of nature, and she was in constant awe of him.

Lorna came and she brought him over with her, his body rolling up against hers, planes of their forms contacting and rolling away as they both moved, and slowly stilled, breathing coarsely against the fogged metal of the lift.

She was relieved to be half sitting on the railing, because her legs were shaking like a leaf, trembling as she came down, soaked and, for the moment, very relaxed.

He held her in place, though his own legs were a little wobbly, his breaths coming ragged and short as he recovered. He straightened slowly after a few minutes, easing her down to the ground and bending to pull his pants and trousers up, refastening them.

She found her feet with a little difficulty, pulling on her clothes as steadily as she could manage, though not before the elevator was.. a little messy.

Seb smirked a bit at that, reaching out to press the button for their floor and admiring the very Lorna-shaped smudge on the lift wall. "I may forbid anyone to clean that for a while."

She chuckled, leaning against his side, hand finding his. "That would be quite funny. Give them all something to think about."

He laced his fingers through hers absently, rubbing his thumb over her ring, eyes still on the silhouette. "I almost want to frame it. Feels like art."

"If you really want one, you can fuck me in paint some time, and we can really offend Kiera when she comes over," she laughed, the doors opening behind them.

He grinned. "Now there is a fucking fantastic idea," he said with a smirk, heading for their door and scanning in. He pushed it open and headed for the kitchen. He needed a drink. His throat was all fucked up. "Shit, I forgot to ask Jim about renovating."

She shrugged. "Text him, maybe? I don't know the protocol for non-work things," she said, trailing after him into the kitchen.

He nodded. "Might email him. It isn't urgent." He went over to the cupboard, pulling out his large mug and going to fill it. He turned the water on and there was a sudden, startled yowl. A small, black blur flew out of the mug, scampered up his arm with razor claws, and leaped to the floor, disappearing into the living room. He just stood there for a second, eyes in his filling mug, before he dumped it out, turned, and put it in the dishwasher, ignoring the red pinpricks on his arm as he went to get another cup.

She also stood there in something resembling shock, lips parted in surprise. "I... How did she...?"

"I don't know," he said, with dead calm. "Nor do I care."

She nodded a little, taking that for what it was worth, and tried to absorb what she had just seen, until she realized that was impossible and gave up. "Well... Yes, email seems like a good plan."

He leaned back against the counter, drinking his water. "Go find your miserable cat," he muttered. "It's probably soaked."

"Just goes to show you've never had a cat. They just clean themselves up," she waved off, though she did turn and grab a hand towel from the oven. "But a toweling couldn't hurt. Magpie! Come here, sweet thing!" She wandered back out of the kitchen.

"Could not have chosen a better name," he snorted, calling after her. "Picking up shiny things, getting into little holes where she doesn't belong..."

"What can I say, I have a knack for it," she laughed, searching for the kitten for a moment before realizing she was sitting in plain sight, just in a shadow. "C'mere, baby. Let me towel you off."

Magpie hissed at her, backing into the corner of the couch and the wall. Moran walked into the living room, watching the encounter with raised eyebrows.

Lorna sighed. "Don't be that way, silly, I'm trying to help," she said, and without hesitating leaned forward and scruffed the kitten, pulling her over and quickly toweling her off. In less than a minute she let the disoriented kitten go. "There. All better. See?"

Magpie blinked, looking somewhat insulted, and sat, starting to lick her very-tousled fur.

She stood back up and raised her eyebrows at Moran. "Enjoy the show, mister?"

He shrugged disinterestedly, walking over to sit on the couch. "Was just waiting to see if you were going to get mauled."

"She's a kitten, not a lion," she snorted, tossing the damp towel onto the coffee table and heading over to sit next to him.

"Eh. Still would have been funny," he said with a smirk, throwing an arm around her and sipping his water before setting it aside.

"I already have a big enough scar to justify a trip back to India, I don't think we need to fabricate another one," she chuckled, leaning her head against his shoulder.

"True," he said with a small smirk. "After we deal with Ines I was thinking we should do that. India."

She hummed in agreement, closing her eyes. "Do you still want to get married in Edinburgh?"

He shrugged. "That was your idea. But I don't dislike it." He ran his fingers through her hair. It was longer than she usually had it.

She shrugged a little. "It's your favorite city, right? And you know, it occurred to me that we could bring security with us. Give you a bit of a break."

"I'm not going to trust anyone else with your or Jim's safety in a foreign city," he snorted derisively.

"God, you need to hire someone you can trust," she sighed, though it was a pointless request.

"Yeah, I'll get right on that," he muttered sarcastically.

"Once we're sure Keira won't betray us for a cracker again, you could train her to do it. Just an idea."

"We'll see," he said with a dark smirk. "That whole 'betraying us for a cracker' thing has rather put a stain on her reputation."

"Yes, it has," she snorted. "I'll be surprised if she doesn't get attacked in the hallway by somebody who doesn't know she's supposed to be free now. I figure that's suitable punishment."

He nodded his agreement. "At least for now. I might beat a little sense into her. We'll see. But odds are this whole thing blowing up on her like it has has taught the lesson, and any excess punishment will just make her resent the situation."

"True. You would know best. God, did she get any traits from her mother?" she snorted, amused. "Besides the color of her hair."

"Her gender," he retorted dryly. "And the attitude could have been from either of us really. There was a reason her mother and I got along."

"I like her better if I think it comes from you," she shrugged. "I don't feel the need to tolerate someone else's attitude."

He nodded, considering that quietly. Very quietly, given his proximity to a grifter. How his life might have been different if he had just... stayed in Ireland. If he had known about Keira, married her mother...

She let him fall into silence, though she wondered on the timing of it. She could tell when he was distracted by his thoughts, and this was one of those times. But it felt rude to intrude, so she kept her mouth shut and ruminated on her own thoughts.

He eventually felt another cough building in his chest, and shifted her off of him, standing and heading for the bathroom to try and find some allergy medication. "I'm allergic to the fucking cat," he called back.

"Wouldn't you be swelling up and stuff? You're probably just getting sick!" she called back, unconcerned.

"On the same goddamned day you bring Shinyfucker home? Yeah. definitely," he called back, finding some benedryl and swallowing a few.

"Coincidences happen, you know!" she laughed, smiling as the devil in question jumped up onto the couch next to her and reaching out to give her a stroke on the head.

"Shinyfucker. I like it. Calling it that now," he said, returning to the main room with a smirk. "Much better name."

"Fuck off," she rolled her eyes, pulling the kitten into her lap and smiling as she started to purr. "Magpie is a lovely name."

"So is Shinyfucker. Very suitable to a cat that eats a bullet on its first day out." He sat on the couch and closed his eyes, breathing slowly, the allergies making his chest a touch wheezy.

She nudged him with her foot. "You continue calling my child names, I'm going to start with yours. Watch it."

He looked over at her with eyes that were suddenly very intense. Then he blinked and the look was gone, and he shrugged. "She has thick skin. I certainly don't care."

She was a little startled by the look, and forgot to reply because of it, having clammed up to avoid bringing up a topic that might start a fight.

He sat back, finally reaching out to turn the telly on for lack of something better to do. There was dust on the remote, and he wiped it off with his thumb before starting to surf channels.

She pulled the kitten up to her chest to soothe the remaining tension there, keeping her breathing even and silently cursing herself for her response.

He looked over at her after a few minutes, tense and holding the now-sleeping kitten close, and sighed, reaching out to rub a hand across her shoulders gently.

She relaxed a little under his hand, letting out a breath she hadn't really been aware she was holding, and leaned against him.

"Sorry," he said quietly, and left it that, just holding her close and not commenting about the kitten.

That warmed her chest, and she shifted a little closer to him, leg against his leg, shoulder against his shoulder. She was glad things had become so much easier between them. Nothing else in life had become easier.

His arm encircled her, pulling her in against his side as he left some concert on the telly, volume low. "We should go to my flat sometime soon."

"Mm, yes please," she murmured, quiet for a few minutes. "Would it make sense for us to just get married in Switzerland? It's a place we both have good memories of. I miss it."

He considered that, then admitted, "I'd be a little more lax about security there, if we bought out the place for a few days. Or, hell, just bought it..."

She nodded a little. "We can always buy it out for a week and see if we want to do it permanently."

He hummed his agreement, and then shifted slightly. "Alright. I need a shower." He stood.

"God, you're right, how did I fucking forget," she agreed, standing too, gently putting the kitten down on the couch. "I'm sure my pants are a right mess."

"Yeah, I'm fucking itchy," he muttered, heading for the bathroom and starting the shower up. He wasn't really that uncomfortable, but he figured the hot water would ease the congestion in his chest slightly. Fucking cat.

"Same, but sticky," she grumbled, the problem very obvious now that she was moving, and started stripping out of her clothes as she waited for the shower to heat up just a little. "God, humankind is lucky sex is so enjoyable. The aftermath would really just dissuade us otherwise," she muttered, and then stepped into the still-mostly-frigid shower, her teeth grit. Her head pulsed where Keira had slammed it into the wall. "Ugh, my head... Keira fought me, by the way."

"I'm not surprised," he admitted, waiting for the shower to warm up a bit more before he joined her. "You would have done the same in her situation."

"Not against me I wouldn't," she retorted, eyes screwed shut as she held her head under the spray. "She attacked me head on. If I see pain coming, I barely feel it, these days. What would she have done then, anyway? It was a stupid plan."

"Did you have a key on you? Most people underestimate you. She probably figured she could knock you unconscious, grab the key and any weapons you had on you, and make a break for it." He stepped into the water. "How bad is your head?"

"We put her in one of the higher tech cells, so no, I didn't. But past me, she still was against security with nothing but a knife. Enough for the two of us, maybe, but she lost against us with a shotgun. And it's just a bit of a lump. Don't think I'm concussed," she shrugged, lifting a hand to gently probe it.

He nodded, reaching out to part her hair and look at it. "Yeah, you've got an egg there, but no abrasions. Let me know if you start seeing double." He smirked.

"Yeah, I will, thanks," she rolled her eyes, though mostly at the fact that he'd called it an egg. It was a vaguely gross comparison. "I don't know why she underestimated me after I put her flat on her ass. God, thank god that mission went off without a hitch. I'm almost beginning to take for granted them going poorly."

"I'd say Keira was a bit of a hitch," he pointed out, grabbing soap and starting to wash off.

"I suppose," she admitted, picking up the shampoo off the shower rack and pouring a generous amount into her palm. Her hair was, in fact, beginning to require a little more maintenance than usual. "Otherwise, it was one of our better ones."

He nodded his agreement, leaning against the wall as he scrubbed down. "Yes. The fact that Jim is in such a good mood attests to that. I can't remember the last time he's left me alone for this long."

"Left you alone?" She raised her eyebrow.

He shrugged. "He hasn't called me in in days, hasn't sent texts, nothing. Letting me operate on my own. Not his usual style."

"Not to mention he's occupied for once," she nodded, rinsing her hair.

He nodded in agreement, waiting until she was done to step in and rinse off as well. "He hasn't been this busy in a long time. Getting the network back under control... He hasn't had anything that complex to focus on since the Holmes games."

"It's good for all of us. Win-win," she chuckled.

He got out and handed her a towel. "Here's to things staying that way for a bit."

She got out after him, taking the towel, and popped up on her toes to give him a kiss on the jaw. "Here's to that."