Starbucks was a great place for people to grab a drink, hang out or just to forget about the evils of the world. But at a table in the corner of the coffee shop was Veroika Rogova opposite to her was Fisk, who only frowned as he drank his coffee.

The lovely SVR agent looked at Fisk. Her blue eyes were glued to his solid jade green eyes, neither blinked when their hands reached under the table. Fisk pulled out a picture of Mr. White and handed it to Veroika. She then pulled out file on her step-father and handed it to him.

"What happened between you two?" Veroika said finally breaking the silence.

Fisk put down his coffee and showing no signs of sympathy said, "I killed his son. The fucker got what was coming to him."

"Killing my step-brother was a pretty stupid thing to do, because now, you are on Mr. White's hit list." Veroika stated, but Fisk only shrugged.

"I can handle him, just tell me about the Ghosts of the KGB and where they are stationed." he said, but then looked over his shoulder to see two of Mr. White's men watching him. One of the Ghosts pointed at Fisk and ran his finger across his throat. He also mouth the words, "You're dead." Fisk then smiled and flipped him off.

Both Ghosts got up from their table and walked toward the agents. When they were within ten feet of the table, Veroika drew her silenced .44 and shot both men. The other patrons stood there in shock, but everyone began panicking when automatic gunfire erupted. Fisk and Veroika threw themselves on the floor as bullets riddled the coffee shop. Fisk looked up to see a woman shielding her baby from the bullets.

"Cover me!" Fisk shouted to Veroika. The SVR agent nodded and quickly returned fire at the gunmen. The Ghosts held fire and took cover, while Fisk pulled the woman and her baby to safety behind the checkout stand. "Stay here!" he told the mother, then he and Veroika made a break for it.

Mr. White watched from across the street. His men had just given Fisk his first taste of his power and now, he would wait just one more day before he would order all his men to kill Fisk. David walked up to him, he looked at the bullet riddled coffee shop, then at Mr. White.

"What are we going to do about Veroika?" he asked. "She knows things about us."

"David, no one is to lay a hand on my step-daughter until tomorrow," Mr. White warned, then smiled. "That way we can bury her with Fisk." Then, the old KGB agent pulled out his cell phone. It was time to for him to make the call, soon every assassin in the underworld would be coming after Fisk.

That night, Elizabeth sat alone on the couch, looking at her cell phone laying on the coffee table. She had been waiting for Fisk to call and explain why he was missing their dinner date. Then, a thought popped into Elizabeth's mind. Fisk had mentioned that he had other lovers, what if he was seeing one of them right now, do God knows what with her. The very idea of Fisk cheating on her like David did made Elizabeth shed a few tears.

But then, she remember that Fisk loved her, and would never cheat on her. But she still wondered why he was not home with her. So, Elizabeth decided to call Lucy. Maybe she would know where Fisk was.

Lucy was at the moment was busy with Tommy...busy trying to hold back from reaching cloud 9 to soon. Tommy began to speed up his thrusting as Lucy's body began to tremble from the pleasure she was receiving. She was about to have her climax when her cell phone rang. Now in times like this, she would have let ring and let Tommy finish her, but not this time. Lucy made Tommy stop as she answered the phone.

"Hello?… Elizabeth, its good to hear from you… No! I haven't seen or heard from Fisk in the last night… He could have had to do a job, one of those that calls you away without warning… Yes, I'm sure he's fine… I'll let you know if he drops by or calls me… Goodbye Elizabeth." Lucy hung up and looked over at Tommy, who was twiddling his thumbs.

"So..." he sighed. "Is Elizabeth alright?"

Lucy shrugged. "I think so, but she is worried about Fisk." Tommy could tell she was upset herself, so he kissed and looked at Lucy with a smile.

"He will be fine. Fisk is the toughest soldier I know, nothing could stop him." he said, ensuring Lucy that her brother was fine, but if he knew who was coming after Fisk, then he would have just kept his mouth shut.

At that very moment, Mr. White was standing before ten of the toughest assassins the world had to offer. From China, Japan, and Russia they came by his command, each one possessing a certain skill that would prove fatal to those they targeted.

However, Mr. White wasn't the only one getting ready for the fight, Fisk and Veroika were picking out their weapons of choice. Fisk went with his stander Knife and Pistol, while Veroika decided to go loud with the Russian Sage Shotgun. After that, Fisk needed to see Elizabeth one more time before the mission would begin in the morning.

Elizabeth was in the kitchen, just drinking some ice tea. When she heard Fisk's voice calling her name, she turned and ran into the living room. There was Fisk, standing there with a smile on his face. Elizabeth didn't waist time giving her true love a hug. She wrapped her arms around his neck, plastered her body to his, and kissed him on the lips. Fisk wrapped his arms around her and cupped her ass.

"I love you, Elizabeth," His hands flexed rhythmically on his girlfriend's butt.

"Mmmm, I love you too, darling! Nothing is too good for my hero boyfriend." Elizabeth thrust her hips forward. She slowly rotated her hips against Fisk's crotch.

Elizabeth looked up lovingly at her, tall, fit boyfriend. He was so handsome, so sexy. Impulsively, she stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him again, pushing her tongue between his lips. As she did she ground her body against his. Her lover returned her kiss, his tongue aggressively pushing hers back into her mouth. He rucked her nightgown up, exposing the silkiness of her panties to his rough exploring hands.

Fisk and Elizabeth ground against each other. Their breaths coming in hard sibilant gasps. Fisk pushed his hands inside the elastic of her panties. He pushed then partially down, roughly squeezing her ass. Elizabeth felt shivers of arousal as she pushed her hand between them. She ran it over the bulge of her lover's cock. She caressed it with her open hand.

"Whew! Where did you learn to kiss like that?" One of Elizabeth's hands was around his waist. The other continued to flex on his hard cock. Her lips were wet with his saliva. She leaned her upper body back to look up at him, her crotch still pressed into his.

"Join the Army. See the world. Learn how to kiss a beautiful woman," Fisk slurred, his hands inside her panties, kneading her behind.

Fisk had fucked or made love to many women as he traveled the world. Somehow, at some point, he would recall his past lovers sucking his cock. He would remember them begging him to do them. It was the defining moment in his sexual development.

He stared down her nightgown at her cleavage. Her breasts was partially visible. Elizabeth smiled as she watched him staring at her breasts.

"Like what you see?" she asked him, even though he had already seen her necked.

"Yes, and I think you should lose the gown," he laughed. "That way I can give you some real pleasure."

"I would love that. That way, David will realize why cheating on me was the worst thing he could do. It's the story of my life and my fucked up marriage." She released her Fisk's dick.

"Well, do me a favor." Fisk grinned devilishly as Elizabeth headed for their bedroom. She turned toward him, cocked her head to one side, put a hand on one hip, thrust it out saucily, swaying slightly and raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Make sure that the bed is ready for our lovemaking," he said.

Elizabeth giggled and walked over to Fisk and wrapped her arms around his waist again. This time her hands were lower, resting on his tight muscular hips. She enjoyed the feel of his body, hardened by years of combat training. "As long as you won't wear protection," she giggled. "I so want to have your baby, Fisk." She smiled as she thought of the feeling of Fisk knocking her up. It played into a fantasy of hers were she was a mother and had a great marriage with Fisk.

Fisk smiled as he looked into Elizabeth's eyes. "Lord, I need to get out of this nightgown!" She turned her back to him, reached down and took hold of her nightgown. This was the moment of truth as she removed her gown, she looked at Fisk. "Bedroom. NOW!"

Fisk blinked several times trying to get his eyes to focus. He placed one hand on his Elizabeth's bare back just above her upper ass cheeks. The other, he slipped inside her panties, felt of her now wet pussy and attempted to slip his fingers inside of it.

Elizabeth turned, holding back a moan of pleasure. She wagged a finger at Fisk. "I said bedroom, not feel me up," she chuckled.

"Besides learning how to kiss a beautiful woman, I learned to pleasure girls with my hands. Elizabeth, I couldn't resist." Fisk then wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed once more. They stood in the middle of the floor, her bare breasts pressed to Fisk's chest. They swayed slowly to an unheard rhythm as Fisk kneaded Elizabeth's butt.

He grasped her shoulders and pushed her back to arm's length. He turned her so she was facing the hall and slapped her on her behind. "Lets take it to the bedroom, sexy lady!"

Elizabeth purred and playfully rotated her thong clad ass against her lover's crotch. "I'm going to give you the best night of your life, Fisk," She leaned her head back against his chest and mouthed the words "I need you now!" to Fisk, who then picked her up bridal style and carried her to the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, Fisk removed all his clothing, leaving only his boxers on, then placed Elizabeth on the bed. He laid down next to her, then felt her shift a second before her mouth found his. His hand on her back kept her from rolling over, and he pulled her over to himself again. He found her mouth and kissed her fiercely. The lust and love Fisk felt for Elizabeth had washed away his will to resist her desire to mate. He let his fear and hate of Mr. White go, dropping them like a heavy sack of rocks.

Even if Fisk was going to die tomorrow, then this would be the night he would remember for the rest of his life. Fisk embraced her physically and in his heart, accepting that she wanted him, and that he wanted her. She ran her arm around him again and held him tight, letting her tongue run across his lips. It was all the invitation that he needed. He met her tongue with his and she moaned into his mouth. Her hips began moving again, grinding hard against him. He hooked his fingers onto her panties and tugged them down a bit. She straightened her legs and lifted her hip to help him. He could only shove them to the tops of her knees without breaking the kiss, so he brought a foot up and hooked them with his toe. Elizabeth giggled a little through the kiss when she realized what he was doing, but in no way stopped. She gave his boxers a yank and instead of shifting he simply took over, concentrating on getting them off while keeping contact with her mouth. He felt like if he broke the kiss she would roll away again. He felt that he could not risk that happening.

As he kicked at the boxers to get them off his feet Elizabeth felt pleasure that only one could dream of. With their underwear gone, they held each other even tighter, touching each other with as much of their skin as they could. When they finally broke their kiss, panting and moaning, Elizabeth repeated the words "I love you" and Fisk rolled on top of her. She quickly wrapped her legs around his waist and tilted her hips for him. He felt his dick line up with her hole and didn't hesitate. She was wet enough that he slid in smoothly. She groaned as she stretched and he held himself deep for a few moments so she could get used to it.

Fisk looked into Elizabeth's eyes. "I'll try and make this last," he smiled. Fisk gently kiss her forehead, and her cheeks, and her throat, and when he got to her mouth again he began a slow thrusting. She moaned loudly as he did and tightened her grip with her legs. Fisk thrust harder and harder, paying close attention to what and where she liked for future reference. He brought her to the verge of her climax and ground into her hard, pushing her over with force. She howled twice before quieting back to a steady moan, her legs trembling and her breathing fast and shallow.

"Oh Fisk, that was perfect. Please, don't stop. Don't ever stop." She all but growled in his ear. He began a slow thrusting again, fighting to keep himself well under control. He wouldn't be able to hold out too much longer though. He forced himself to keep a steady pace, a slow but hard thrust with a bit of wiggle in his hip when he was deep. He felt her orgasm building as her breathing got heavy again, and her thighs began flexing against his sides. He let his hand roam around her breasts, tugging on her nipples and squeezing her tits, mauling her roughly. This only made Elizabeth moan louder. He felt himself losing control as she began to cum. Her pussy began squeezing tightly around his dick, and he told her he was going to cum.

"Please, cum with me." She groaned, pulling him tighter with her legs and with her pussy, milking his dick till he shot his load as deep as he could. He held himself over her on his elbows, both of them panting heavily. He leaned down and kissed her again, softly, long and nice. When his dick had softened enough to slip free of her, he lowered himself next to her on the bed and took her in his arms. She nuzzled his neck and he felt her teeth nipping at the skin there. He smiled in the dark and ran his hand down to her ass. When she moaned and lifted her leg to give his hand better access, he ran fingers along her crack, searching for and finding her anus. She gasped when he pressed his finger in a little. When she didn't object he began to make slow circles with his finger, teasing her gently.

"Elizabeth?" it was all the question he needed to ask.

"Anything." She whispered in the dark.

Unknown to the lovers, Mr. White had watched them make love with his mini-spy cam he had set while the two had been out of the house that day. "I almost feel sorry for you, Agent Black," he said under his breath, "but with a woman like yours by my side, I think I'll get over it." It was now clear that Mr. White not only attended to kill Fisk, but also take Elizabeth as his.

Looks like Mr. White has got his eye on something Fisk has already claimed for himself. Soon, the two spies will meet to see who...is...DEADLIEST!

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