Bobbi was getting dressed inside the bathroom while Izzy - who had finished ages ago - paced around the room impatiently.

"Come on! What's taking you so long?" she yelled exasperated. Bobbi finished her eyebrows and stepped outside the bathroom. "You're gonna kill the poor guy." she laughed. Bobbi was wearing a short white dress that barely reached her mid-thigh and that had a heart-shaped hole around a significant part of her cleavage.

"You should see what I have planned for tonight." she answered putting on her earrings.

"Make sure you don't kill him before you get the intel. NOW HURRY UP, we're already late." she barked when seeing it was 1:15.

"Let him suffer a little."

Both agents entered the restaurant, finding the waiter anxiously searching for someone. The young man soon saw Bobbi and almost had a heart attack. He approached them, almost drooling and told them that was waiting for them. They walked through the white clothed restaurant and stepped outside into the balcony. All crystal tables but one were taken. Lance Hunter was wearing a white suit - where they going to be matching every single time they saw each other now? He turned around, leaving the balcony views behind him.

"You guys are matching." whispered Izzy. In addition to wearing the same colour, he wasn't wearing a shirt under his blazer, so yes, they were both showing skin. Next to Hunter was another man, he looked just about the same age, but he was actually wearing a shirt. The two women finally approached them.

"Glad you came." greeted Hunter.

"Where's your shirt?" she teased sitting down across from Izzy.

"Don't got one that matches with this blazer." he retorted.

"I'll give it back tonight." promised Bobbi. The man next to Hunter faked a cough.

"This is Idaho, Idaho Raines. He's a good friend. Idaho this is Isabelle Heartly and this-"

"The girl who resembled a goddess," he grinned at his friend, "nice." Hunter rolled his eyes at him and sat next to Bobbi.

"Sorry we were late, Bobbi here was unsure of what to wear." explained Izzy while flipping through the menu, "And when she did finally choose what to wear, she took forever to get dressed and fixed up." Bobbi kicked her friend under the table, and Izzy gave her a devilish grin in return. "So what's this party I hear about?" she asked.

"It's not a party." corrected Idaho, "It's the pre-party. An excuse for all of us to be slightly relaxed."

"Yes, in the actual party there's a lot of business talk, and a lot of formality, so we throw the pre-party to allow the guests to have some fun." continued Hunter. While he talked, he felt his blood rushing through his body in ecstasy, she was looking at him. Not the kind of look that says 'lets sleep together', but the look that says 'you are interesting'. "So, um," he said turning to face her, she raised her eyebrows and penetrated him with her direct eye-contact, "will you be there tonight?" he asked.

"I wasn't invited." she shrugged. The waiter came and served her the salad and a small stake.

"You're my personal guest, sweetheart." he smiled.

The rest of the meal went by well. The adults talked, laughed, joked, drank and ate. They were pretty casual conversations, about life in the states, life in England, and how different home was compared to where they were. Puerto Rico truly was a paradise, and the mojitos really were fantastic. They complained about the whine and Hunter decided to switch to beer. Surprisingly, he wasn't into Coronitas, which was odd. While Izzy and Idaho discussed some soccer team, Bobbi playfully snatched the beer bottle from Hunter and took a large gulp. He shook his head pretending to be angry, but her mischievous smile quickly got rid of that mask and he grinned at her. He took his beer bottle back and placed it far from her.

"Don't mess with my beer." he joked.

It was strange, she had flirted, dressed provocatively and given him all the signs, yet he hadn't so much as touched her once. Only when they fell into the pool, and that was an affectionate caress not a sex instigator. She looked hot, she knew she did and he could tell. He wasn't one of those pigs who just felt he had the right to get all over her, he was being respectful. She did expect men she dated to be respectful, but she didn't show up to a first date in a red dress, or in a provocative bikini, or in a revealing short dress. She did that when undercover, to seduce her targets and get the intel she needed. Her targets were usually assholes anyways, so with one night she generally had enough. Lance however, he was nice. She was glad she didn't have to go straight for the seduction part of the plan, although she did feel a little guilty for managing to find her way into the high-ranked parties to which SHIELD hadn't been invited. A phone rang, and Idaho took it out of his pocket.

"Yes sir?" he asked. "Yes, yes. He's right here, sir." he looked up at Hunter, "For you." he said while handing him the phone.

"Excuse me." said the British lad while taking the call far from the table. "Hunter." he answered.

The three others watched him walk back to the fence, Bobbi turned to her friend, but before she could say something, Idaho caught her by surprise.

"You must be good at bed." he grinned crossing his arms and leaning back on his chair. Izzy laughed, Bobbi, well she didn't take it so well. "Oh no, don't get me wrong, it's just that Hunter doesn't really try that much- actually I've only seen him try this hard once." he explained.

"We're just friends, we haven't had sex." she spat.

"NO WAY." said Idaho his face lighting up in surprise, "Damn, he must really like you." he commented.

"Yeah well, who doesn't?" bragged Bobbi.

"Now you just sounded like him." Bobbi chuckled at that and looked over her shoulder, finding Hunter was hanging up the phone and pocketing it. She excused herself from the table and went next to him.

"You know, it's rude to leave your guests hanging." she commented.

"My apologies, . But Idaho is pretty much entertaining your friend over there." he observed.

"Yeah, but not entertaining me." she responded.

"My bad."

"It's fine. But I did finish your beer." she defied, a fierce look in her eyes.

"Who's rude now?" he half-yelled pretending to be angry again. She laughed. When she looked up, she realised they were standing really close to each other, almost touching. Hunter noticed that too, and he felt intimidated by the large breasts threatening to come in contact with his chest at any moment. His eyes glanced up at hers, and her blue colour locked on his gaze. He gently placed his warm hands on her sides, she felt his touch through the textile and something stirred inside her. His hands slid to the small of her back, and she leaned her forehead on his. They both shut their eyes, taking in each other's scents and presence. Finally, he decided to seal the deal. She felt his lips touch hers, and his tongue slide inside her mouth in the most delicious way. She kissed him back, eliciting a small groan from him. God he was a good kisser. She wondered weather there were actual sparks around them, because that kiss was intensely loaded. They eventually pulled away slightly, gasping for air. Her hands were cupping his face and gently stroking his short hairs. She smiled and leaned closer to him, their noses brushing.

"Not bad." she whispered. He rolled his eyes.

"You know you liked it, love, don't even." he said arrogantly.

"If you knew I would like it, why'd you take so long to kiss me?" she teased.

"Definitely regret not doing so before." he said his voice low and husky. They pulled away, his hands capturing hers as they stood apart. "I'll see you tonight?"

"At the pre-party. Eight o'clock." she answered. He nodded and she slid her hands out of his, walking away to meet Izzy at the restaurant's door. She saw how Idaho joined Hunter, offering him a beer before they started blabbing about something. As soon as they left the restaurant Izzy nudged her and rose an eyebrow to her.

"Dazzled?" she asked.

"Oh please." laughed Bobbi.

"Okay darling, you enjoyed that kiss almost as much as you enjoyed his company. Even more." said Isabelle convinced. "Just remember you have a mission, okay? Don't forget that, for now, all he can be is a target - a personal target."

"Yeah, I know."