Who? Assassin!verse N/L (as if there was a timeline...)
Sunday Morning
Delicious aromas awakened Nicholas who opened his eyes, blinked and remembered where he was. This wasn't his immaculate flat - this was Leda's. Letting consciousness filter back into his body, he sighted remnants of the previous night's passion strewn across the eclectically decorated room. Clothes on the floor - a lacy bra on the dresser - his trousers had to be in the hallway. He rubbed his face and smiled - not something he was used to. His default reaction in the morning was to wake up to an overwhelming sense of guilt and ennui and then move towards wondering if he was living up to his fullest potential. At the moment, however, he felt sated and idly scratching below the toned muscles of his abdomen, ready for round four.
And yet the guilt still crept in - the lives he couldn't save, comrades that had died on missions...the body count was higher than he could ever atone for.
Hearing her husky voice sing some sort of Greek pop song made him realize that perhaps, somehow, she was wrapped up in his redemption.
He wasn't sure how it was possible - how one woman could be the balm he had been searching for and yet, he had an innate feeling she was. She could. Beneath her sarcasm, her cool under pressure and innate sensuality was a resourceful and unbelievably resilient woman. More than that, from the moment he had begun surveillance on her, he felt as if he knew her. Had she felt the same? Was he searching for something he could never have? Was this about last night or something more? Something permanent?
"Moro mou?" She called from the kitchenette.
"Yes?"
"Are you awake?"
"Yes."
"Very good."
He sat up and asked, "Who is looking after your store?"
"I have people. Not to worry - they can handle things for a day or two." Her voice carried closer and he looked up to see her lean on the door frame, dressed in his custom fitted oxford, middle buttons straining over her generous breasts. His voice left him. She gave a throaty chuckle and walking over to the bed, commented, "I see you still have a fascination with my chest. And after all your study last night..."
"How can I not?" He grabbed her around the waist and held her close. "What will we do today?"
"We have already saved the world, yes?"
"A part of it."
"Then I think we deserve a day off."
"Do you? And what would we do with our time?"
She pretended to give the question deep thought and then answered, "More of what we did last night."
"And then?"
She raised emerald green eyes to his dark brown ones and answered seriously, "Are you ready for a change?"
"What do you mean?"
"There is another organization..."
"Connected to a government?"
"Not exactly."
Being in close proximity to her, other parts of his body were starting to take over most of his thoughts, so he said, "How about you convince me I need a change?"
In a swift move, she pinned him to the mattress and said, "Watch me."