Amerigirltn asked: Can you let us know what happens when the two agents wake up their bodies entwined?
Part 1 can be read in chapter 5 of this story.
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Agent Grantham vs. the Fake Boyfriend, part 2
She breathed in and out, the remnants of sleep slowly ebbing away as she took stock in her surroundings, a feeling of warmth the first noticeable sensation. It filled her limbs, spreading out from her core down to her toes, an inexplicable contentment in her bones.
And then she noticed it. A gentle puff of air against her cheek, steady and hot, accompanying a movement against her arm, the feeling of Matthew's skin pressing to hers. An arm was wound around her waist, pinning her body to one spot, her arm tucked beneath his in a mangle of limbs and bodies.
Mary opened her eyes, finding Matthew's face too close in the morning light. His eyes were still shut, allowing her to watch him for a few tense moments, her heart beating unevenly against her ribs. One of her hands rested against Matthew's bare chest, her fingers lightly brushing across his collar bone. She held her breath, terrified he would wake and see their bodies merged together in sleep by a need neither of them could express when awake
Blue eyes opened slowly, blinking sleepily as they focused on hers, no look of surprise in them. He didn't speak, either because he didn't want to or, like Mary, because he couldn't. They both simply looked at the other, Matthew's gaze unusually soft.
Finally, Mary took a breath, unsteadily sucking air through her lips. Matthew lowered his eyes, his gaze fixing on her mouth. Slowly, Mary exhaled, index finger trailing over Matthew's chest before she made a fist, wanting to apologize but still unable to speak.
He watched her intently, his brow scrunching in momentary thought before he closed the space between them, their lips touching softly, the first time they'd met as just Mary and Matthew. No cover, no lies.
Mary placed her hand on Matthew's cheek, the feeling of stubble against her palm and fingers as she held his face to hers, kissing him back with an intensity she was unable to control and at a loss to explain. Need overtook logic, Mary's tongue forcing his lips to part as her hand grazed down his neck and across his chest. His hands forced her shirt up as the tips of his fingers moved over her skin, a low moan escaping her as he rolled on top of her, his mouth against her neck.
He lifted his head, turning to the window for a moment and Mary kissed his cheek, combing her fingers through his hair.
"Oh, dammit," Matthew breathed, his face returning to hers. He pressed his lips to her neck before speaking again, his voice so quiet she wouldn't have heard it if he hadn't been by her ear.
"Two men outside the window. They've found us."
Thoughts?