She had been in love with him for over three months. The persistent nudging inside her chest got its proper name, at last! In result, her entire being was lighter; it was as if her mind had finally freed itself from the burden of keeping her feelings for him repressed and under stoic control.

Curiosity proved to be love's sound companion. She was bombarding him with personal questions at all times. He'd always known her to be relentless, so he decided to humor her. His blunt answers often surprised her, even though they shouldn't have. He enjoyed the quiet gasps that escaped her and was hungry for more of them. He couldn't believe his luck, truly - she was so eager, so interested to devour every bit of information he was hurling her way. She was genuinely interested, the perfect creature that she was. What a happy, all-consuming outrage.

"When was the last time you had sex?" she asked him as they waited for Dembe and Aram to return to the surveillance van they'd been occupying all day. She'd never asked him about his sex life before. Maybe this was a boundary not to be crossed, he thought. It was too brief of a thought, however, and it didn't get the chance to make him reconsider his honesty.

"A couple of nights ago," he informed her, trying to adjust to this new, inappropriate territory. "Why do you ask?" he allowed himself one question. And it was a feat; her questionings were unstoppable, giving him no time to sedate his own curiosity for her.

"I'm just really curious. You're so composed all the time. I can't imagine you can achieve this without regular sex," she offered. "You know, cause it's a good way to relieve stress," she explained.

"It is," he agreed and smiled at her, taking her in. It was not why she'd asked him that, and he knew it.

"Did you last long?" she felt herself going too far. Tactfulness was kicked to the curb and it wasn't returning to her anytime soon.

He raised her eyebrows at her, indicating what she was doing was dangerous, lethal. The path she'd chosen could destroy the ease they had established. But if she could be brave, so could he. He was joining her in whatever she was trying to achieve.

"I lasted long enough, Lizzie. Are you concerned my old age is an obstacle?" he ventured humorously.

That made her laugh. She wasn't concerned. But she was curious and very eager. She'd wondered about his stamina, about the length of his cock. Thoughts of the kind flooded her mind every time they drove together in his impeccable car and whenever he was kissing her temples and knuckles. She was not one to banish such thoughts. Instead, she'd allowed them to make her wet in his presence, without him knowing. What a teenager she was becoming.

"No, I'm not concerned. Did your partner come?" Really, what did she have to lose?

His jaw went slack.

TBC