Alicia straddled his back, long waves of hair cascading over her shoulder. She smiled as the man beneath her groaned in pleasure as her hands worked away at the stress in his muscles. "You're always so tense," she commented, leaning forward on her hands to put some more pressure into the massage.
"It's the job sweetheart," Birkhoff responded, eyes closed in bliss. He'd won the jackpot with her; there was no doubt about that. Just a few months ago he would have given anything to get a massage, and now he had his own personal masseuse. Better yet was the fact she actually enjoyed giving them to him and sprung them on him without him ever needing to ask.
Focusing on his lower back she splayed out her fingers, lifting her hips from him to use her weight. A few pops was her reward and once more he groaned in pleasure. "Speaking of work," Alicia spoke as she continued her delicious assault on his muscles, "I still have an update for you."
Birkhoff smirked into the pillow. He'd forgotten she had called him for a reason, and he'd been unable to refrain from coming straight over to talk about it in person. Really it was her fault that they got otherwise engaged. When she'd answered the elevator door in her nightgown work was the last thing on his mind. One thing lead to another, as it often did with the pair, and they'd fallen asleep in a tangle of limbs. Waking up in her bed, which she was right – it did have more pillows than a Sultan's, he'd been content just watching her sleep. Alicia climbed onto him the moment she was up, and she'd been spoiling him with a massage ever since. "Can it wait till I wake up? Because I've got Aphrodite on my back and 99% of back rubs lead to sex…" her trailed off playfully.
"Aphrodite?" she laughed, rolling her eyes.
"My own personal Greek goddess," he grinned up at her over his shoulder, "and I'm not even Greek." The sparkle in her emerald eyes was quite rewarding, and the smile on her face made him decide he'd found the perfect nickname for her.
Alicia leaned forward, placing a kiss between his shoulder blades. "This may be hard for you to hear," she teased gently, lips moving against the skin of his back, "but I know firsthand your statistics are wrong." After pressing another kiss onto the warm skin she drew back to give him a playful smile.
"A guy can dream," he laughed, closing his eyes as her hands returned to massaging. They slowly traveled down his back, working out the last of the knots as they went. Birkhoff was enjoying it so much that when her fingers traveled over his sides he didn't suspect what she was about to do next. Her fingers teased his skin, a laugh escaping from his lips instantaneously as she zeroed in on his ticklish spots. "Okay I'm up!" he rolled onto his back, trapping her hands in his to stop the torture.
He was greeted with her wolfish grin as she adjusted to startle his waist instead. "Good, because I don't know how long we have," Alicia sighed, withdrawing her hands from his to push her hair back over her shoulders.
Birkhoff's eyes scanned over her, lingering on her bra clad breasts before meeting her eyes. "Never long enough," he declared, slipping his hands onto her knees. "So, what's the dragon lady want now?" he asked, though his attention was elsewhere. His hands traveled up the soft skin of her legs to her rest on her thighs, his thumbs caressing her smooth skin.
"You know how we've kicked it up a notch these last few missions?" Alicia asked, getting a nod from him in response. While his eyes were on her legs, she knew he was paying attention. "Well, she's decided you've wowed me enough," she smiled softly, "and it's time to take it the next step."
"World domination?" Birkhoff asked with a sarcastic laugh.
Clearing her face of emotion she reset it to instead look a little mysterious. "A bedroom mission," she answered, biting gently on her lower lip.
The reaction was instant, and his navy eyes locked on hers. "She doesn't think forcing me to watch you and boy-wonder play Mr. and Mrs. Smith is making me jealous enough?" he growled, not hiding his anger. Since they'd been made into a Team they'd had a grand total of seven successful missions. Of course nearly half of those involved the two going undercover, more often than not resulting in the pair having at least a moment of coupledom. He could stand seeing her with a target, knowing she was picturing it was him actually making it a little enjoyable, but seeing her with Samson still pissed him off.
"Well the target is very high profile," Alicia responded easily with a small shrug.
"She wouldn't waste her pet on just any Joe Schmoe," Birkhoff grumbled bitterly.
When he closed his eyes, looking like he was trying to figure out what he was supposed to do, she couldn't help but feel bad. They both knew that one day it was going to happen whether they liked it or not. While bedroom missions weren't commonplace, they were sometimes necessary. This particular one didn't bother her though, and in fact she was rather looking forward to it. Seymour would too once she filled him in on the details. She knew it was cruel, but she took a little pleasure in how the news had affected him. Knowing he was possessive of her despite her line of work made her feel secure in the relationship. "Seymour," she purred, gliding her hands down his arms as she leaned forward over him, "the target is you."
His eyes opened to meet hers, which were just a few inches away, and before he could formulate a thought she kissed him. Birkhoff lost himself to her lips, kissing her back with passion. When she finally pulled back to smile at him, emerald eyes glittering, he realized what she'd just done to him. "You are evil," he growled, "like Mai Linh evil."
"I resent that," she huffed playfully, stealing another kiss before sitting back up.
Birkhoff stared up at her, giving her a slow look over before meeting her eyes with a smirk. "You are now being paid by the government to do me," he laughed.
"Division's finest at your service sir," Alicia gave him a mock salute. When he slid his hands up and over her hips she stopped his hands before they could get any further than her love handles. "But right now I'm off the clock," she gave a little laugh before climbing off of him, "and trying to decide what to make for breakfast."
He propped himself up on his elbows, watching as she sat at the edge of the bed before leaning over to grab his sweater from the floor. "What time is it anyways?" he asked, shifting to look at the watch on his wrist.
"My guess? Around seven thirty," she answered, pulling his green striped sweater down over her head. "I keep getting up at seven," she sighed, "still stuck on recruit time."
Birkhoff ran a hand over his hair, pushing it from his eyes as he sat up. He squinted down at his watch for a second before lazily rubbing his eyes. "Seven thirty on the dot, you sure you're not a robot?" he called out after her as she left the room. When he pulled up his jeans, he wasn't surprised that his phone began to ring. Pulling it from his pocket he flashed a look through the door to Alicia in the kitchen. He caught sight of her cooking at the stove in his sweatshirt and as he slipped into the bathroom to answer the call he was grinning.
She wasn't surprised when the first thing out of him mouth when he came into the kitchen was that he had to go. "Division calls sweetheart."
"Made it to go," Alicia offered forth the burrito omelet with a smile. Birkhoff always being called off to Division was commonplace, and she'd learnt how to adapt to it. Her days as a recruit at Division had been the only time in her life she'd had a structured schedule and she found it was something she missed. Now that she was an Active Agent and in charge of her free time she could choose to do whatever she wanted. Instead she worked off of a schedule that closely resembled her time as a recruit and the only spontaneity in her life came from Birkhoff.
With him gone she moved wasted no time in tidying up and slipping into her work out clothes. Popping in a pair of headphones she climbed onto her treadmill, clicking on her flat screen with the remote. He really does spoil me she couldn't help but think as she moved the toggle on her Birkhoff-issued remote to pull up the data on their next mission. Clicking on the video feeds for her target she started in on her work out. It wasn't that she didn't have a life; Division was her life.
It was Birkhoff's as well, and the minute he stepped foot in the place he was swamped with work. The only form of a break he got was when he relaxed back in his computer chair, eyes dancing over the recruits as they worked on a simulation. He found himself wondering about a few of them as he watched them working. Before Alicia he had never paid too much attention to his students. She'd sat in this very room for two months before he'd so much as heard her twinkling laugh directed at him. Now, as he took in the current batch of recruits, he was placing mental bets on how long they'd last.
He'd picked up on some of the whispers about his girlfriend that circulated and as he thought about them Birkhoff returned his eyes to his computer screen. While she hadn't set a record with her early Activation, she had definitely made a splash. The recruits that had been part of her initial group were often asked questions about her regarding to her lessons. Did she have any tricks? Was it true she got extra training? When he'd overheard the ones about whether or not Michael favored her, it had been the closest he'd come to setting them straight. But he could do nothing more than shut them up and turn the whispers on him instead.
Today however, as the students were filing out after some rather biting comments on how inept they were, he picked up on something that interested him. Apparently his new Team had gained a nickname. It was only a matter of time before it happened. With the rumor mill the way it was, the recruits had nothing better to do than to give things nicknames. Back in his days with Nikita and Michael they'd been referred to as Team Mikita. Every time he heard it he wanted to gag. Of course poor old Birkhoff had been forgotten completely when it came to those two. He was nothing but the Nerd that Nikita so famously referred to him as. While the three had a friendship as a Team, it didn't stop him from being annoyed by his partners. The amount of sexual tension they had practically oozed through the coms and video feeds.
Now, however, the name they'd received actually caused him to smirk. The Go Team. It was so utterly cliché that he knew the next time he saw Alicia he simply had to tell her. It had a nice ring to it, and after all of the whispers he'd heard he knew why they'd been given it. Recruits rarely got there hand on any actual Intel about missions, but they always knew when one was going on. It was impossible to ignore the buzz up in Operations when a big one was in place. The Agents had to pass through the recruit floor to receive briefing up in the Command Center and recently Samson and Alicia had been coming and going on a regular basis.
On one such occasion Alicia had been stopped by a male recruit that she'd known in her training days. He had asked Alicia what it felt like to be out on the field, clearly eager to be out there himself. "Best way I can describe it is fast," she'd responded with a smile as she caught sight of Birkhoff approaching. Before the recruit could pester her any further, Birkhoff had commandeered the situation. His presence shut the young man up, and Alicia had asked, "Is it Go time?" with a devious smile as they left for Operations.
Birkhoff could almost picture the kickass t-shirts they'd have if their life were a movie. Granted, he'd tweak the plot a little bit. He'd remove Amanda and her rules from the picture; she was unneeded. Instead the way it should be would finally come to be and the real ass kicking could begin. They already had the four B's down: Beauty, Brawns, Brains and the Bossman. It was the perfect recipe for a legendary spy-fi movie as he called them. With Samson as the Brawn he'd cover the action alongside the Beauty: Alicia. Only unlike the clichéd flicks they had those days it would be the Brain who got the Beauty.
He was in the middle of absentmindedly dreaming up details and almost missed the vibrate of the phone in his pocket. Pulling it out of his pocket he looked down at the message he'd received. Got called in by A. His eyes flickered to the time, surprised to see it was nearing midnight. In the secluded computer lab he'd been left alone to tweak new simulations for the recruits. What's dragon lady want now? He wondered bitterly.
In Amanda's office Alicia was wondering a similar thing. "I'm sure you're wondering why I called you in at such a late hour," Amanda asked as though reading her mind.
"Is there an update on tomorrow's Operation?" she asked, brimming with curiosity. Alicia made no attempt to hide the sparkle in her eyes as she smiled at the woman before her. The current Intel on her particular client was pointing towards it being an interesting job.
With a motion Amanda gestured Alicia forward to the vanity. "Not yet," she responded sweetly, sitting Alicia down on the seat, "but that will soon change." Her perfectly manicured fingers picked a jumpdrive from the vanity desk and held it up. "This will provide Birkhoff with everything he needs for the closed circuit video feeds," as she spoke there was a devious glint in her eye, "and I would like for you to give it to him."
Alicia didn't understand why she would be giving this to her at such an odd hour, but her brain worked it over quickly. "You want me to initiate the next step?" she asked, voice a little hesitant.
Amanda moved to the back of the chair, positioning Alicia's auburn waves over her shoulders as she gave a sad smile in the mirror. "It's an unappealing assignment, but I trust in your abilities. When you go in to give him this," she handed forth the USB drive, "you will engage him."
"Where shall I approach him?" she asked, a little sense of dread tugging at her gut.
"Seymour can be found in the computer lab. I won't be able to provide an earpiece so it's necessary to use a room with both video and audio access. In order for me to have my little talk with him," Amanda smiled even as she spoke, her head tilted slightly as she met Alicia's green eyes in the mirror, "I need to have evidence."
Suspicions confirmed, Alicia gave a small nod and kept her expression professional. It wasn't a surprise that Amanda would want to monitor this step, as uncomfortable as it would be. She had seduced plenty of targets with all of Operations watching and by all means this was just another mission. This was her first official bedroom assignment and it seemed almost fitting that it would be a computer lab with the Head IT. There'd be no needing to use her imagination and if anything they could just view it as roleplay. She smirked inwardly at that.
Amanda patted the top of her head softly before continuing. "You will need to shed your innocence and be the commanding presence. Show him a new Alicia, one that he's never seen before. I trust in your training," her burgundy lips pulled upwards, "and leave the details up to you." Scheming eyes took in her appearance, trying to decide if any adjustments needed to be made. Her hands drew back the soft locks of the young woman, bunching them up at the back of her head. "You should wear your hair up," she commented, holding the in place with one hand as the other grabbed a hair band, "to broadcast you're not wearing an earpiece. Being the instigator will win him over only after he eliminates the possibility of a threat."
"I'll make sure his mind is otherwise occupied," Alicia smirked softly, allowing her hair to be adjusted by Amanda's skillful hands.
When she finished she moved towards the door and Alicia rose, following after the woman who wore a devious smile. "When you are finished you are free to go home. I'm sure you'll want to get cleaned up," she chuckled darkly, "and get some rest for tomorrow." Amanda dismissed the young woman and watched her retreat down the hall with a glint in her eyes. Watching the infuriating man become putty in her star pupil's hands was something she'd been looking forward to, as unappealing as the image itself would be.
When Birkhoff looked up to see Alicia striding into the dimly lit computer lab he was instantly reminded of the last time they'd been in this position. It had initially been what secured his interest in her. Knowing that she would risk everything just to avoid the mere possibility of him getting in trouble had spoken volumes to him. Now, however, he was concerned. "Alicia?" he froze, giving her a suspicious look. "What are you doing here?"
Knowing that Amanda was watching, and listening, she submerged herself in her role. We have got to be the most complicated couple, she couldn't help but think even as she approached him with a coy smile, in the entire world. She felt his eyes flicker over her warily as she perched on his desk, crossing her legs as she held up the jump drive. "Amanda wanted me to get this to you," she informed him, a glint in her eye.
Birkhoff picked up on her strange body language quickly, his mind clicking as he realized what was going on. "It couldn't wait until tomorrow?" he asked, hesitantly reaching out to grab the device.
"I wanted to get it to you as soon as possible," she responded easily, her voice a soft purr. Alicia watched as he plugged the device into his computer, pulling up the work he'd just been given. She leaned back on her elbows, casually scanning him with her eyes. Birkhoff looked up nervously at her, to see she was smirking. "You know, you're a difficult man to get alone," she teased, casually slipping off her shoes with her feet.
"Yeah well I'm a popular guy," he muttered, pushing the hair from his eyes. He knew what she was there for, and he also knew that they were being watched. While he had known that Amanda would want to monitor the situation he'd never expected she'd spring Alicia on him in Division. Birkhoff didn't even have to fake his apprehension.
Alicia was surprisingly comfortable in her role, liking the way that he seemed to grow tense. While they'd always been playful with each other she'd never been so straightforward with him. It was almost invigorating to be in the position of power, and she played her role with a newfound enthusiasm. "You look so tense Birkhoff," she whispered coyly, running her foot up his calf.
His hand froze on the mouse, eyes slowly turning up towards her. "Is there something else you wanted sweetheart? Because if not I've got work to do," he motioned to the screen, "this isn't going to be of any use if I don't prep it."
"Actually there is something I want," her smoldering green eyes held his captive as she slid her foot up into his lap.
For a moment he was unmoving, eyes locked on hers, before clearing his throat nervously. "Uh Alicia-"
"I've seen you watching me," she cut him off smoothly. His mouth opened to say something more, but she stopped him with a naughty smile. "I've been watching you too," she purred, inching her foot further up his thigh, "and you've impressed me Birkhoff. That's not an easy thing to do."
He was momentarily locked in her intense gaze, unable to speak. Alicia was oozing sex appeal in her casual cockiness, and it was a side of her he'd never seen. Birkhoff knew she was playing her part but the way his heart began to race alerted him that this fact was irrelevant. If it wasn't for the cameras rolling he'd already have pounced on her. "I'm flattered to hear that toots, but I don't think-" his words fell short as he inhaled at the sensation of her foot moving to gently rub over the crotch of his jeans.
"What?" Alicia questioned smugly, leaning forward to flash a killer smirk. "Don't tell me you bought into that whole little miss innocent act?" she gave an amused little scoff. When he didn't answer she gave her head a slow shake. "Oh Birkhoff, I expected you of all people would be smarter than that," her tone was playful as her foot began to gently rub in his lap.
Up in Operations Amanda watched, Clint at her side as he took in the feed he'd been requested to bring up with shock. The man had found it unusual that Amanda had requested a techie at such a late hour when there were no ongoing Operations being monitored, but nonetheless had answered the call. His eyes turned to the woman to see that she didn't look remotely surprised. Her order to pull up the video and com for the computer lab had seemed strange but he quickly realized that the woman had known what the screen would show. It didn't stop him from being shocked, watching the rendezvous on the monitor in wonder.
She hopped down from the desk, an evil idea coming to mind as she eyed Birkhoff sitting there in nervous anticipation. Since I have to do this, she made up her mind as she climbed into his lap, I may as well enjoy it. Settling herself as deep onto his lap as she could, she smiled deviously. "I want to see this Shadow Walker in action," Alicia dared him, "unless you're not up for a challenge?"
Birkhoff looked down at Alicia in his lap, getting a good view down her shirt. He exhaled a little breath, scooting the rolling computer chair forward so he could reach around her to the keyboard. "What did you have in mind sweetheart?" he whispered huskily into her ear. If the circumstances were as everyone believed them to be, then at this point he wouldn't have bothered to hold back. Had they not had a secret relationship, and only been the playful coworkers they appeared to be, he still would have caved. After all, he had a beautiful girl on his lap interested in his computer genius. The entire thing resembled a fantasy he would be likely to have.
"The homework I just gave you, what is it?" she asked, taking in the screen with interest.
"This," he informed her, clicking a few windows open on the screen to draw up a compilation of data, "is a configuration of the estate's security system we'll be infiltrating tomorrow. I can only peek at it for a two hour window before it's alerted of my presence and the drawbridge rises." Birkhoff saw no reason not to tell her, and he started to type in a few commands to show her what he was doing. While he didn't know where she was going with this he knew what the outcome of this little shindig was supposed to be. He trusted in her approach, and decided to go with the flow. And so far the flow was feeling pretty damn good.
"How long will it take you to work your magic?" Alicia pushed, a smirk sliding onto her face. She was looking forward to what she was about to do, and decided fuck the cameras. This was still an assignment and she wouldn't hold out.
He ran over the figures in his mind, working out what he'd have to do. "I'll be calibrating a device to tap into the system and relay it back to me," he filled her in, "which is no walk in the park. With my skills I can get it done in thirty minutes or so."
She reached down between her legs, startling him with a hand on his crotch. "I guess I'm not the only one turned on by computer talk," Alicia teased, her fingers nimbly unzippering his jeans and grabbing him. She could feel the man stiffen in more than one definition of the word and she bit gently on her lower lip. "I really want to see you work," she breathed, leaning back into his chest to grind against him, one hand releasing him from his boxers.
Birkhoff's hands found her hips, latching on as he forced out a low breath. He didn't care that Amanda was probably smirking away at his image back in Operations; he was riled up. Alicia being naughty and in charge was making his blood burn, and he buried his mouth in her bared neck, his beard ticking against her skin. "That could be arranged," he smirked into her neck. Most guys only dream of stuff like this, he thought smugly, and here I am getting sexed up on Division's dime.
Alicia grabbed his hands, pulling them from her slowly. "I want to see it now," she insisted, voice laced with lust, "and I've got a proposition for you ShadowWalker."
The way she said his name drove him crazy, and he pulled his mouth from her neck. "What kind of proposition?" he asked, eager to find out. Whatever she had in store he was certain it was going to be thoroughly enjoyable.
"We'll have a little competition. If ShadowWalker finishes before you do, then I'll come to play again," she practically purred.
"Before I finish what?" Birkhoff asked, a chill running down his spine.
Instead of answering with words she used her body, taking him inside with a lowering of her hips. His reaction was instant, hands snapping back to her hips as he inhaled a sharp breath. "Ah-ah," she scolded him, grabbing his hands and moving them to the keyboard, "I want to see you in action first. Impress me with your skills and finish your homework before I finish you; then you can touch. If you're as good as you say you are then it should be no problem for you, right ShadowWalker?" She practically moaned his name as she rolled her hips gently.
Taking in her words, a confident smirk grew on his face. "It'll be my pleasure sweetheart," he purred into her ear. Arms reaching around her he laced his fingers, cracking them before lowering them to the keys. The moment he began to work she began to move, driving him crazy with every passing second. More than once he gave in, his hands finding her body, only for her to return them to the keys. He could feel from her body that, despite the fact they were putting on a show, she was enjoying it as much as he was.
Amanda watched on her screen as Alicia stole the show with a winning performance. The man was completely won over by her and the cocky control she kept up had the man playing right into her plan. He was whispering things in her ear too quiet for the mike to hear over her breathy moans as he focused intently on the screen, a sheen of sweat forming on his brow as he concentrated with all his might. She'd never seen his fingers fly so fast and made a note to congratulate Alicia killing two birds with one stone.
When he finally withdrew his hands from the keys, the completion alert taking precedence on his screen, Amanda was genuinely surprised. She hadn't expected him to be able to hold out for so long, and when he quickly stood up the seat rolled backwards with the force of his movement. Just as he bent Alicia over the desk, pulling her dress off over her head, Amanda ordered Clint to close out of the window. "Looks like Seymour Birkhoff truly is more than he appears," she commented in an offhanded manner to herself.
She'd forgotten Clint was still sitting in the seat, eyes wide as he swallowed unevenly. "Are you going down there to stop it?" he asked despite himself.
Her cool eyes flickered down to him, taking him in with a sweep of her eyes. "No, I think Alicia has earned some fun, don't you?" she asked, a chilling smile on her lips. It was a rhetorical question, and the stunned expression frozen on his face gave her an idea. "I see no harm in allowing her this little escapade. I'll have a talk with them of course," she informed him easily, "and we will monitor the situation from there."
He gave a brisk nod, still not believing what he'd just witnessed. The young Agent had always come off as so sweet and innocent; so pure. While he knew she was a trained Division Agent, and he'd seen firsthand how unflinchingly she killed, he still hadn't expected this of her. Clint had picked up on the fact she actively admired the Head IT's skills, but he hadn't known it was to this intensity. It only made him all the more uncomfortable to be under the Inquisitor's eye. It was no secret that Alicia was one of her pets, and the woman's reputation proceeded her, but he hadn't thought Alicia to be anything other than she appeared.
"What is your name?" she asked, snapping him from the internal dialogue he had going on.
"Clint Chape," he answered quickly, not sure if he liked having her attention.
Amanda took note of his name, committing it to memory. "Chape I trust you to keep this between us. I don't need want any unexpected developments until I get a read on this situation," she commanded before turning to leave. "You can go home, I'll call on you when I need you next," she added before slipping from Operations to return to her office with a smile on her face.
Alicia would have been smiling if she wasn't breathing so hard, Birkhoff's upper body going lax over her as he too panted. She could feel the sheen of sweat between them, a few smears on the smooth black surface of the computer desk she was bent over. One of his hands reached up, moving her mess of hair from her face to place a kiss on the nape of her neck. "Aphrodite," he purred into her ear, hot breath tickling her skin, "goddess of pleasure."
Beneath him she chuckled, unable to help but give a moan as he shifted behind her. When she'd started the little challenge she had known it would drive him crazy, but it had wound her up just as much. The mix of watching him work with riding him had gotten her so worked up that she hadn't bothered to hide the fact from him. His groans of pleasure, eyes on the screen as she watched him work, had nearly pushed her over the top. If it hadn't been for his hands snapping to her, causing her to stop moving in order to return his hands to the computer, she would have lost it before he finished either of his tasks. Unlike her cover she did want him to gain release, and had restrained herself from riding him at too quick of a pace so as to give him enough time to finish his little assignment.
The moment he got the confirmation screen he had ended their torment and took the reins. Pushing the keyboard roughly to the side he replaced it with her torso and put his lust to use. Luckily female Agents had diaphragms issued at the same time as their trackers and he'd had nothing to worry about when he finished with a groan, collapsing on top of her. For a minute they stayed like that, his chest covering her back as he kept her bent over the table. The rise and fall of their chests were in perfect tune as they both panted, hearts racing wildly.
As much as Alicia wanted to enjoy the moment longer she knew that wasn't an option. She took a few deep breaths, steadying her heart rate as Amanda had coached her to do. She slipped her hands down to rest beside her breasts before pushing off from the table, forcing the man behind her to straighten up. Birkhoff groaned again as he slid out of her, taking a small step back. He didn't have time to compose himself before she was on the move and snatching her discarded dress from the floor.
Birkhoff's eyes scanned over her, catching sight of the raw red line that crossed over her upper thighs. "Are you-"
She swatted his hand away when he reached out to touch the mark, cutting his worried question short. "Ah ah," she scolded, waving a finger as she stepped back from him, "no touching." Without another word she pulled the dress down over her head, covering up her body with the dark fabric. He watched, navy eyes flashing as they met hers. There were no questions there; he knew what her part required. Alicia's eyes flickered down to his open pants and motioned to them in an offhand manner.
He took the hint, tucking himself back into his boxers and zippering back up his blue jeans. Birkhoff flashed a smirk as he reached up to shove his hair back from his face. "You didn't seem to mind a few seconds ago," he taunted, eyes taking in her disheveled state with a sweep of his eyes.
"What can I say," she shrugged easily, perching on the desk she'd been bent over just minutes ago, "I'm insatiable when I'm impressed." When she pointed to her shoes on the ground he'd already stooped to pick them up before he realized what he was doing. The air of confidence mixed with indifference around her made him feel almost lost. "That rework you used was genius," Alicia gushed, an almost dreamy look on her face, "how much time did it save?"
"Ten minutes," he responded, eyes flickering to the screen. Birkhoff had always been a mastermind with computers but she was right; that had been genius of him.
Alicia pulled on her shoes, eyes over on the screen as well. Behind the confirmation dialogue box was an array of coding windows he'd had running. "I thought you were boasting on half an hour," she admitted, getting to her feet once more. Her emerald eyes met his, positively sparkling with a lustful curiosity. While she couldn't even dream of doing what he did, she was undeniably interested in hearing about his work. Those computer skills of his were a turn on regardless of the assignment she was carrying out. "How did you think of it?" she just had to know.
As he'd worked he had whispered in her ear every now and then about what he was doing to try and keep his mind on track. When the idea had hit him he'd suddenly gone quiet and intense as his fingers flew and worked it out as he went. "I was motivated," he shot back, stepping in closer to her.
Her hand fluttered up to his chest, green eyes turned up with a devious glint. "Not so fast Seymour," she purred his name with a smug expression, "don't get ahead of yourself." With a little push she backed him up a step and slipped around him.
"You came to me," he reminded her, raising her a brow and flashing her a cynical smile.
"You're right, and that's the only way this works. If I think you have something to offer, I come to you. Otherwise as far as I'm concerned this," she motioned between them, "never even happened." With expert fingers she fixed her wild hair. Her auburn locks fell perfectly around her shoulders, a playful smile tugging her soft lips upwards.
"No wonder you're Amanda's Pet; you're a wolf in sheep's clothing," Birkhoff narrowed his eyes on her, responding to her cocky attitude.
Alicia was smirked as she straightened out her dress. "We'll have to do this again sometime ShadowWalker," she said coyly, turning on her heel to start across the room. "Oh, and you might want to let Amanda know you finished," she threw over her shoulder with a wink as she passed through the doors. Playing naughty Alicia was actually rather fun.
Her cocky attitude fell the moment she turned the corner to come face to face with Percy of all people. From the look in his eyes blue eyes she knew that he knew exactly what she'd just walked away from. "Alicia," he greeted her with one of his usual cool smirks.
She put on her disarming smile, defaulting back to her usual lighthearted self. Alicia knew that he was aware of her current assignment. While she hadn't considered Percy would watch in, she realized it had been silly to assume Amanda was the only one who would know about the nitty gritty of it all. The presence of her boss intimidated her, but she didn't let it show. "Percy," she nodded in response, "I was just on my out."
"As it so happens, I am too," he gave a knowing smile, gesturing her forth. She didn't ask any questions, and fell into step beside him as they started down the dim hall. Percy's cool blue eyes turned over to her, and she met them with an easy smile. "Michael mentioned you'd like more advanced knife training?" he asked conversationally.
Alicia nodded, the subject matter calming her down completely. She'd never feared her boss before, but he was a powerful man and the one responsible for giving her a second chance. "I'd love to make it one of my specializations," she confirmed with a small nod.
"I'll have it arranged," he reached out, accessing the elevator. Alicia stepped in past him, watching as he hung back a second before settling in and pressing the button for the parking garage. "There is one thing I find peculiar," Percy's casual tone was oddly chilling.
Her eyes flickered up to meet his, brow furring a little in interested confusion. "About what?" she asked, unsure what he was referring to.
"About you Alicia," his ice blue eyes took her in before locking onto hers. "For someone with your particular history I find it unsettling how casually you're willing to use your body," Percy's gaze was probing and smothering all at once.
"If it wasn't for Division," Alicia answered honestly, eyes unblinking, "I would be dead." She could feel him trying to read deeper into him, and that distrust worried her into continuing. Without Division she was nothing, and if Percy questioned her devotion then that meant she still needed to prove herself. "I will do whatever it takes to earn the opportunity I've been given," she added with a determined smile.
For a minute he searched the wide emerald eyes that stared over at him. The young woman appeared to be telling the truth, and the words out of her mouth were the perfect example of Amanda's brainwashing being successful. "No wonder Amanda is so fond of you," he responded casually. The doors opened and he stepped out into the parking garage and he gave her a brisk nod of dismissal. As she walked up to her car his eyes followed, taking in her relaxed demeanor.
Alicia had once more exceeded his expectations tonight. When he caught wind Amanda had called in a techie he knew that she must have preceded in her little pet project, and he'd proceeded to fulfill his curiosity. He had to hand it to the two women; they'd handled the resident prodigy perfectly. Birkhoff had been unable to resist the young Alicia, and he couldn't blame the man. Even from the distant view the cameras provided he'd been able to feel the power-lust the Agent was emitting. She had quite literally stroked his ego with a skillful performance.
Percy no longer regretted allowing Amanda this whim. He knew this little assignment wouldn't produce any incriminating evidence on Birkhoff. The Head IT had a position of power and he wouldn't risk it even for the likes of Nikita. Seymour Birkhoff was a coward comfortable with his current lifestyle. Now, with this little project, he'd be given another reason to stay trustworthy. Alicia would provide him with some satisfaction and much needed release, and he would in turn be more motivated to work.
Maybe I need to find Michael a distraction too, he thought, an amused smile creeping onto his face. It wouldn't take more than a wave of his hand to have one assigned. Division presented many pawns; and Percival Rose was the undisputed chess master.