Quick thing I forgot when I posted this, cover my ass warning: Lesbian sexy wrestling and spanking ahead.
If that offends you, I don't get you, but go elsewhere.
Operation Moralltach: Briefing and Read In
"So, just let me see if I'm understanding everything."
They were all sitting on the couch in the living room. Every one of them had a drink of some kind in their hand. The only one who wasn't two or three glasses in was Nate, who was still nursing his first glass of whisky. Emma took a long drink of her wine before starting again.
She looked at Madison. "So you've been working for a black ops intelligence agency being run by a friend of our fathers'."
Madison nodded, "Yes."
She turned to Ming. "And you're a former Chinese spy who turned into a double agent for the black ops agency Madison is working for. And you turned after the Chinese wanted you to spy on Madison, which they did at the Calvert party. There were Chinese spies in the same room as me that night, other than that one Nick caught."
Ming sipped her third glass of wine, "Excluding me and that one, I'd say there were probably six or seven Department spies in the room that night. But, yeah, pretty much."
Then she looked at Liam, who was grinning at being proven right. "And you used to be a part of the Irish mob, and Madison paid you to help her break into some guy's apartment because you know how to be a criminal."
"Yep, though I prefer the term extralegal associate." Liam paused for a moment, "actually that sounds stupid, criminal works. In either case, I was right about who Madison works for." He looked at Madison, "Speaking of which, how much are you paying me for this Eddie Winter job, because it's going to cost a lot more than a simple break in."
"We'll talk about it after I tell you the plan."
Emma's gaze finally fell on Nate. "And you're a special ops type who's with the agency."
Nate looked nervous as hell again, probably unsure if they were allowed to tell Emma everything they had. He hesitated, but after a minute and a half, he nodded. "Yes, but technically it's not the agency, it's the Activity."
Emma downed the rest of her wine and poured herself another, then did it again. She took a deep breath and looked around the room.
"Alright," she said, "How can I help?"
"You can't!" Nate burst out, "Just you knowing flies against every rule in the book. Bringing you in on an operation would be... It's too far over the line. You need to forget everything that you've been told and never speak about this ever again."
How green is this guy? Ming thought.
"Relax Nathan." Madison said, "It's not a problem."
Her voice was calm, almost oddly calm considering the situation. Ming had seen covers blown often enough, there was always some stress, even when it was a friend doing the blowing. And it was a bit odd that she'd told Nate to get their gear, there was no reason not to leave it in the living room until after the briefing. And Madison had to know that Emma could get home at any… minute…
She planned this.
"Not a problem?" Nate said incredulously, "Not a problem? It's a huge problem. The first thing they told me when they brought me in was 'no one can ever know you're with the Activity.' It is rule number one."
"It's rule number one for tactical support, I'm an intelligence officer. We get a different playbook. Now calm down so that we can get this briefing started." There was an authority to her voice, if Ming was entirely honest with herself, it was kind of sexy. But then again, everything about her is sexy. She thought, hiding a small grin with her drink.
Despite his apparent reservations, Nate did as he was told. He was a military type, she'd seen a lot of his type in China. They might question a lot of things in private, but an order from a direct superior, or at least someone they thought was a direct superior, was gospel. Ming wasn't entirely sure how the ranking hierarchy worked at this Activity yet, but if it was anything like the Department's, the intel officers ranked above the door-kickers.
"Alright," Madison looked at each person in the room. "I'm sure everyone in this room knows who Eddie Winter is. Liam's more familiar than most, but he's a bit of a local celebrity. He's also funneling weapons stolen from the US military to the Irish Republican Army. We are going to stop this."
Liam poured himself another glass of the 35,000 dollar amber fluid. "If you're thinking of getting him busted and flipping him, think of something else. Eddie has some damn good lawyers and he doesn't talk to cops. He'll do his time standing up and keep the show running even in prison orange."
"That's why we're not going to arrest him, we're going to become his new business associates." Madison's smile became particularly catlike.
"So you want to hit his street level stuff, you have a hell of a way of making friends Maddy."
"First rule of business, negotiate from a point of strength. We need to convince him that we're bigger fish than him, that his options are to be our friend or to die a slow painful death. To do that, we have to intimidate him and show him that we aren't lackeys, we aren't even partners, we're his new boss." She's a good briefer, keeps it interesting. Some of the people the Department had seemed like they were kept in supply closets and were wheeled out as needed.
"Liam, get together with Nate and come up with something we can hit." Madison pointed to each of them as she said their names. "Remember, we want attention, not hatred, so something more than roughing up one of his guys, but less than taking out one of his lieutenants."
They nodded and Madison turned to her roommate, "Emma, this is all about Intimidation, and that's all about image." She slid the file containing her legend over the coffee table. "Have a look at this and see what you can come up with, go with scary, but professional."
Emma grabbed the folder and split her face in half with a grin from ear to ear. "Oooh," she practically squealed, "I have so many ideas."
If there's one thing that Emma loves, it's playing dress up. Ming could barely stop herself from laughing, still, that's what made Emma so good at being a fashion designer. She loved what she did, and despite what many might think, her role would be just as important in the operation as anyone else's. Winter would probably look into Madison's cover's background when they made their move, but more important than the files in the folders, was the impression that they made in person.
"Alright," Madison refilled her glass and raised it. "We'll meet here again tomorrow, after that, operation Moralltach is a go, and it shall leave no strike unfinished."
"Salud." She toasted.
"Salud," they followed.
"Come on greeny, we have to hit up a few of my old friends before the pubs get too crowded." Liam grabbed Nate by the arm and headed for the door. "And if you go all boy scout on me, you're gonna get us a beating for the ages."
"I have to hit the shops before they close, you are going to look epic." Emma planted a kiss on the top of Madison's head on her way out, despite Madison's feigned resistance. "This is going to be so much fun, don't wait up."
And then it was just the two of them.
They sat in silence, sipping their drinks for about five seconds before they were on each other. Ming was on top, grabbing Madison by the arms and trying to pin her with her knees. Madison grinned as she leveraged her hips and rolled them off the couch. Ming followed the momentum of the roll and dragged the roll one rotation further to stay on top. She locked her knees around Madison's hips, effectively pinning her lower body. That didn't stop Madison from trying to pull her in and wrap an arm around her neck for a chokehold. Ming slipped her head out of it and got a grip on Madison's wrist, then grabbed the other one when her girlfriend tried to break the wristlock. Then she pulled both of Madison's hands above her head, trapping her arms against the plush carpet. Madison wriggled under her, but couldn't get away. The pin was solid.
"Give up?" She asked, licking her lips.
"You ever think that our relationship involves too much sex?"
The question caught her by surprise, "No, I mean, I don't think so. Do you?" She can stop this at any time, she knows that, all she has to do is say the word. She took a little pressure off of her pin on girlfriend's hips so she could get off quickly if Madison wanted her to.
"No," she grinned, "but it got you to loosen your grip."
Ming felt Madison's legs wrap around her torso and pull her back, putting Madison on top. Ming wrapped her own arms and legs around Madison's torso and used her greater strength to pull her tight, pressing their chests together. Then she planted a kiss on Madison's mouth, slipping her tongue in between her lips. She held the kiss as she hit Madison with a light peroneal strike, then used the sudden weakness in Madison's leg to turn the tables. She pinned Madison's legs again, and got a hold on her hands again. Holding Madison's wrists in the crook of her elbow, she grabbed a scarf that she'd left on the couch and quickly bound Madison's arms together at the elbows. With her arms secure, Ming stood up and grabbed Madison's legs at the knees.
"Give up?" She asked again, starting to sweat.
"No." Madison responded, panting slightly.
"Good," Ming grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
She pulled Madison by her knees to the couch and sat down, dragging Madison up on to her lap. A task that was easier to do in her mind than to put into action. Ming was strong and Madison was smaller than her, but pulling the writhing young woman up still left her already tired arms burning faintly with exhaustion. She restrained Madison's legs by putting her own left leg over them, then she pinned Madison's bound arms against her back with her elbow. A slight adjustment of her right leg to push Madison's hips up slightly and the positioning was perfect.
"I warned you." She hooked a finger through one of the belt loops on Madison's jeans and pulled them down her legs, exposing her underwear. Ming took a hold of the waistband and pulled up, hard. Giving Madison one heck of a wedgie, eliciting a squeal from her, and exposing her cheeks. "Give up?"
Madison tried wriggling some more, but Ming's grip was rock solid, "no."
Ming grinned and shook her head, then she raised her hand and brought it down. This continued for a good eight minutes, raising her hand and bringing it down, up and down, left and right, until Madison's rear was a delightful shade of red. As always, Madison yelped loudly at every slap to her bottom for the first few minutes, but by the time it was done, the pain had turned to pleasure and the yelps were replaced with quiet moans.
"So," Ming said, resting her arm on Madison's waist, "give up?"
"Mmmh," Madison murmured, "Yes, Mistress."
"Good," Ming ran her finger up Madison's spine.
"Now the real fun can get started."
….
Is it me, or are we getting better at this?
They'd retired to the bedroom and their engagement had only become more intense once they were properly equipped. After a very long, very thorough session, they lay on their bed, side by side, covered in sweat, muscles aching pleasantly.
"So," Madison rolled over and propped her head up with her elbow. "Are you going to tell me what's bothering you?"
"What are you talking about?" She turned onto her side and looked Madison in her eyes. And immediately knew that Madison saw right through her.
"Lawyer's dodge, I can see that look in your eyes. Something has been bothering you all night. Is it this thing with the Activity?" Damn those green eyes.
"Tianxin…" Ming laid her hand on Madison's hip, "be honest with me, we don't hide things from each other. Doing these operations, working with this group, is it really something that you want to be doing?"
Madison bit her lip, but she finally spoke. "I love it, to be completely honest, it's the most interesting thing I've ever done. It's the only intellectual challenge that I've had since I came to Boston. Classes are a breeze when the teachers aren't misogynistic pricks. Speaking of which, unlike the school, the people with the Activity actually respect me. They don't care that I'm rich, they don't care that I have a contact book filled with the names of people that can move armies and pass laws, they only care about how well I can do the job."
"And," Madison blushed, "as corny as it sounds, I really do feel like I'm doing something actually…" she trailed off.
"Important," Ming offered.
"Yeah. Like I said, it's corny, but it's true."
"No, I get it." It's what I thought about the Department back when I just started.
"What about you? I know I kind of dragged you into this." Madison put her hand on top of Ming's.
She blames herself for my getting involved, Ming smiled, of course she does. "Tianxin, when I asked you that same question, what did you tell me?
"I don't get dragged into anything."
"Right," Ming caressed Madison's cheek. "So what makes you think that I can? You can always rely on me, and if this is something you want to be involved in, then that includes for operational support."
"You are the ultimate freaking girlfriend, you know that?"
Ming pecked her girlfriend on the lips, "And don't forget it."
Ming rolled back onto her back. "By the way, why didn't you just tell Emma? Why the charades?"
Madison laughed, "Caught on to that, did you?"
"You weren't exactly subtle about it, it's the only real reason why you would have Nate lay out all of the gear only to put it back right away." She raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I suppose that wasn't my most cunning maneuver. Fair enough, I wanted to cover my ass with bringing her in, I know Emma, she has skills that could help in future ops, but she's also the only one that the Activity really might object to." Madison reached over and grabbed the folder containing her legend. Going over it again, Ming thought, she'll probably read that thing eighty times before this thing get's going.
"And why is that?" Ming grabbed her notes, if they were staying up, she had a new program she was still workshopping.
"She's clean, the Activity has nothing on her if she wanted to go public. Ming, you're a Chinese spy who has committed capital crimes against the United States, Liam's a former mobster, and Nate and I are already with the Activity. I know her, she wouldn't do that, but I wanted to be able to tell the Payne and Karen that I had no choice in the matter."
"Understandable," Ming replied, examining an algorithm. "Though I don't like calling my operations capital crimes."
"That is technically what they are."
"True," Ming poked Madison in the stomach, "but I still don't like it. And besides, spies are just government funded criminals."
"Well, if I'm going to be a criminal, at least I have some good partners in crime."
This one was a bit of a tough one, but I'm looking forward to actually getting the action started. This whole slow boil thing may be realistic, but it's harder to write than action scenes.
So tell me what you think. I, much like johnny5, feed on input.
Read and Review people,
Later.
