AN: N/L (more Assassin!verse, non-linear)
Tango Scene
Nicholas Worthington walked into the kitchens at the exact wrong time.
In the busy chaos, Leda Theodorakis had just dusted her floured hands off and was removing the full covering of her apron. The MI6 Agent licked suddenly dry lips as the white garment was placed aside - revealing a tight emerald green dress with high Mandarin collar and dangerous slits on both sides.
He had come in to see if she would join the visiting Danish royalty in the ballroom. He had meant to make polite conversation, to introduce her to various dignitaries as the talented sous chef responsible for the delicious dinner they had just finished.
Instead…
Wordlessly, he grabbed her hand and all but dragged her into the large room. The strains of a tango met them as they walked into the ornately decorated space. He lifted a dark eyebrow in her direction, and her stubborn chin went up in agreement.
While many of the couples cleared the space, those with skills for the intricate dance sought the challenge the musicians provided. Using a large hand on the small of her perfectly curved back, Nicholas brought her close to his sleekly tuxedoed body, noting with pleasure the gentle swell of her immaculate breasts pressing up against his chest.
Both tall and graceful, they moved smoothly in perfect unison across the floor, drawing admiring stares from many who looked on. Nicholas was suddenly and eternally grateful for the year he had spent stationed in Buenos Aires. He confidently led her through complicated steps and she yielded to his lead. And yet, it was with complete satisfaction he noted her eyes challenged him to push further, harder, closer...
Too soon the strains of the song came to an end. He dipped her low...pressing her body firmly against his.
Only then did he feel the slim, but lethal blades strapped to her upper thighs.
Closing his eyes, he remembered why she was in his arms.
This was an assignment.