So, this is the result of a different Tumblr prompt, but it ended up being part of this story, so here you go.
Prompt 6: Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?
As far as safe houses went this one was pretty nice. She'd spent a lot of time in safe houses since she'd been mistaken for international weapons dealer Carolina Carter six months ago, so she knew what she was talking about when it came to the varying levels of comfort that safe houses provided. This one, for example, had windows and plants and wasn't even a concrete bunker. There was a room with a relatively nice sofa in it and absolutely no instruments employed in counter-terrorism, which was a nice change of pace, comparatively speaking. There were no books, which was lamentable, but at least there was an honest-to-God plant in her room and a decent wifi connection, not that she was allowed to use her phone, but at least Netflix worked.
It was the Netflix that had caused this problem. If she'd been in her bed instead of asleep on the couch after binge watching every instillation of Cosmos, she wouldn't have had to stumble to her little room at three o'clock in the morning. Damn Neil deGrasse Tyson and his deep, soothing voice for lulling her into a state of complacency.
Someone was in Tessa's bed.
She hadn't realized that fact until she'd pulled back the blankets and went from barely conscious to completely alert in two seconds flat, a scream filling her throat. Before she had time to think about assassins come to kill her in the night, the body was moving. Hands seized her arms and she was thrown across the tiny room. She landed with enough force to knock the air out of her with gasp. Light burst from behind her eyelids and while her brain was screaming at her to get up and run away, goddammit, all she could do was lay there and try to force the air back into her lungs.
A second later, her bedside lamp switched on, which she found to be a funny move on her assassin's part and Jem Carstairs' voice was saying in an oddly strained way, "Tessa?"
At first she thought he was here to save her from her would-be assassin, but as she vision cleared, she saw that he was the one who'd thrown her across the room. Or at least, that was what made the most sense, considering that he was jumping out of her bed without a stitch of clothing on and rushing to her side and there was no one else in the room that she could see.
"Tess, what in god's name are you doing here?"
"Going to bed," she croaked, rolling onto her side, trying to look anywhere but at his gloriously naked body. She took a deep breath and coughed, "Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?"
He jerked back from her with with a start and grabbed at the disheveled bedclothes in a mad attempt to cover himself up, his pale cheeks suddenly bright pink. "Y-your room is supposed to be down the hall."
Tessa would have laughed if her lungs didn't hurt. "I asked if I could move right after you left. This room has a window."
"Oh," he said, his eyes wide. "I didn't realize."
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice sounding more normal now that he was covered. "I thought you and Will were in Sweden."
"We were," he said, organizing the sheets a little more firmly around him. "But that turned into a chase that lasted 72 hours and ended in an aquarium just south of here. Which, incidentally, is why I ended up naked in your bed. I wanted to surprise you in the morning, but we got in just after midnight and I was soaked to the bone and dead tired and…"he trailed off and smiled sheepishly at her. "Surprise."
"An aquarium?" she asked.
"It's a long story," he said with an elegant shrug made all the more alluring by the fact that there was nothing covering his muscled shoulders. "Are you alright?"
"I'm just glad you're not an assassin," she muttered, looking away from his bare chest. He might've been doing his job when he kissed her and took her to his room back in Pagosa Springs, but she had been overwhelmed by his existence from the moment he sat down across from her in the cantina and that feeling had only grown in the months since. She didn't didn't he knew how big her crush on him was. Ever since that night, he'd done nothing to make her think that he felt anything for her beyond a sense of duty.
"Oh God," he murmured and dragged a hand over his face. "I'm so sorry, Tess. I didn't mean to-"
"It's okay," she said, and then added in a much softer voice. "I'm glad you're back."
His smile made her heart ache. "Are you sure you're alright?"
She wasn't. She would never be alright with the fact that she had learned to worry about things like assassins in her bed or how to get the best room in a safe house. But, more than that, she would never be alright with the fact that he'd come into her life and seduced her by accident. She would never be alright with the fact that she hoped that international arms dealer and all-around bad person Carolina Carter would never be caught because once she was, Tessa would never see Jem again. These things bothered her greatly, especially since she was pretty sure the same thoughts never occurred to him.
She forced herself to match his smile. "I'm good, really."