Dangerous

The last of vorpalbladedwitch's wonderful prompts. Apparently I am in the mood to write all the nebulous vaguely-modern spy AUs for these two. XD


There's something about the slant of her mouth; she smirks more often than she smiles.

He's watched her from across the room since she first entered; he knows who she is, knows why she's here, but the fact that she's part of a job doesn't make her any less fascinating, with the knowing quirk of her lips matched by a secretive sparkle in her eyes and something challenging in the tilt of her head. He knows her on paper almost better than he knows himself, knows she's agent, enemy, nothing but trouble and danger, and yet that dossier could not have prepared him for how she is in person, because static images and sterile words don't do her justice and in the flesh she is vibrant and magnetic and everything he shouldn't be drawn in by.

(She's more dangerous than he had thought possible, could be more dangerous to him than she'll ever realise – could be his fall, his end, the breaking of him; he knows this long before she looks across the crowded space and finds his eyes unerringly, long before that smirk is just for him, long before the sound around them fades beneath the blood pounding in his ears, and yet knowing all of this he still cannot look away.)

There's something about the slant of her mouth when he kisses that smirk away later, something about bitten lips parting in a gasp as he works his way down her body, something about how they fit together in the desperate darkness of the alleyway, the arch of her neck and the dip of her waist and that maddening line of her mouth just barely visible in the dim gleam from distant sodium bulbs; her stockings are a disaster and his slacks are a ruin, and she may be his enemy and she will most likely be his demise, but he finds answers to all the questions he never thought to ask in the taste of her heavy on his tongue.

(It does not occur to him until years later, with wounded green eyes staring at him flint-hard above a smirk now hollow, that he could be her downfall as well.)