Guys, there's a bit of fluff in this so... you know... be prepared. ;)
Spy cracks his knuckles. They echo in the empty halls.
"Weak," Spy said. "Why bring a woman into this?"
He reaches into one of his pants pockets and takes out his balisong. He flips it expertly, his fingers flexing to catch it. Its intricate handles gleaming in the shallow light, yet the curves and dips can still be seen on the design on the double edged knife. Its crimson coat almost turns into a blur against his black gloves. Out of nowhere, Spy drops his knife, a body crushing onto his.
"You bloody spook, what is wrong with you?!" Sniper growls. "Are you trying to kill her?"
"Get off me, you filthy jar man!" Spy shoves Sniper. "I wasn't trying to kill her."
"You almost did!"
"You are mistaken, you animal. She was nowhere near death. Therefore, you cannot accuse me of attempting to kill her."
"You damn Frenchman, don't talk about her like she's suddenly fine!" Sniper takes a fistful of Spy's dress shirt.
"You know, I'm right. Now, let go of me before I kill you," Spy threatens with a hiss.
Sniper, with a loud growl, releases Spy.
"Thank you." Spy said. He runs his gloved hands down his shirt, attempting to remove the wrinkles. Without much luck, Spy gives up with a sigh, bending down to pick up his knife. He folds it close, slipping it into his pocket. "You better watch your back, bushman."
"I hope you realise that she's not registered into our respawn system..."
With a side smile, Spy responds, "I know."
When really, his heart is crying out of his chest. He continues to walk, listening attentively to hear for Sniper's heavy footsteps to fade. As soon as he hears it, he exhales. Spy turns around, holding his chest.
"Mon dieu," he says out of breath. "She could've died..."
Spy straightens his back, holds his head high, and walks with a frightful look on his face. The RED Spy strolls into his room, shutting it, locking it, and doing his routine check.
"Such a naughty girl you are, Elise." Medic turns around in his rolling chair.
Elise takes a couple of steps back, her back hitting the cabinets. Trapped.
Medic reaches forward, taking a hold of Elise's tie, and pulling it towards him. Like being the pet that Medic always made Elise feel like, she gets tugged on by her 'leash.'
"What's to be done about that?" Medic's face is inches away from hers.
With a gulp Elise says timidly, "I thought you didn't want to 'fool around' anymore."
"A man can't help himself when he's in the presence of such a beautiful creature..." Medic groans when Elise bites her lip. With swift hands, Medic lifts Elise onto his lap, her legs straddling him.
"Medic, please." Elise blushes even more. She looks away, pushing Medic gently on the chest. "I don't think you should be doing this."
His strong hands get a surprisingly soft grip on Elise's head; he forces her to face him. "Yet I kissed you when I knew I wasn't supposed to."
Elise remembers what Medic said to Spy in the training room: "You're going to get yourself in trouble! The Administrator was probably watching you the whole time!"
"The Administrator..." Elise peeps.
"None of that matters. She won't know..." Medic places a soft finger on Elise's lips. "She doesn't need to know."
Medic's strong and courageous voice makes Elise go for a leap of faith. Her heart is racing; she can't take it anymore. Without taking her eyes off of the Medic's, she licks his long and thick digit seductively, trailing it up to the tip, and taking it into her mouth. Elise slides it out of her mouth, kissing it afterwards. Medic's eyes go wide and so does his mouth. His blush intensifies, and he grins mischievously.
"Naughty indeed," Medic purrs. He pulls Elise's head and forces a hard kiss. He smiles, a cute giggle escaping. "My, my, who knew that a man like me could tame such a woman like you," he mumbles in between kisses.
"For an old man, you've got a lot of moves," Elise grins.
Medic pulls away, looking her in the eyes. "Old man? How offensive, my dear. I, for your information, am only sixteen years older than you."
With a surprised grin, Elise asks, "Medic, how in the world do you know my age?"
"Of course," Medic reaches behind him and ruffles around some papers to expose a large file, "I needed to know more about the wonderful woman who arrived in my office."
"38?"
"Yes, mein fräulein," Medic responds.
"Mmm," Elise purrs. "A man with experience."
With a wide grin and a clenched jaw, Medic emits a low laugh from the back of his throat. He picks Elise up, dropping the file on the ground, and carrying her to the red couch. He throws Elise onto the couch, her laughter making him smile even wider. He crawls on top of her, unbuttoning her blazer. Elise takes handfuls of his hair and pulls, putting his face in front of hers for a kiss. Medic continues to work at her blazer, throwing it to the ground once it's unbuttoned. He moves to the waist coat, dress shirt, then pauses, pulling away and looking in her eyes for permission. Elise nods, biting her lip. Medic's eyes cloud with lust, and he removes the dress shirt, exposing her brassier for his own little show. Her tie is still hanging fairly tightly on her neck.
"Such flawless skin," Medic's breath tickles Elise's exposed skin. He leaves butterfly kisses on Elise's stomach. "Like a porcelain doll."
Again, Elise pulls Medic's hair, kissing him. She removes her hands and fumbles with the little buttons on his waist coat, then to his dress shirt. He pulls away, straightens his back, and removes his dress shirt. There, on top of Elise, is Medic, shirtless. It's a surprise to her when she sees his arms; big and tone. His chest and stomach must have seen better days, but his age doesn't show that much, and either way that doesn't lessen his masculinity. The dips are still evident, and the peppered hairs on his chest are dusted evenly across. The thing that scares Elise the most, is his scars. Although there aren't many, they are easy to see.
"Please excuse my unattractive build," Medic blushes and leans back down.
"No, it's interesting," Elise giggles and runs her palms on his hairy chest. "I think it's very attractive."
Medic kisses her.
"And cute."
"Cute, how?"
"I find it cute that you're so embarrassed about your body."
"Well, I haven't done this in a while," Medic blushes more. "Only three women have seen me like this: my wife, you, and my mother." Medic laughs. He leans down for a kiss, but Elise stops him with her hand on his lips.
"Did you just say wife?" Elise asks.
"Yes," Medic gives her a weird look. "Is something wrong?"
Elise grabs Medic's left hand and looks at his ring finger. "I don't see a ring."
"I don't wear it anymore."
Elise looks closer and sees the pale part of his skin where the ring should've been. "You're married?!" Elise shakes her head. She pushes Medic off of her and hastily grabs her clothing. "I can't believe I just did that," she says under her breath. Elise puts on her dress shirt, struggling with the buttons with the gloves on. "Shit," she curses quietly.
"I'm divorced," Medic grunts as he gets up from the couch. He puts his arms up and opens them wide. "Stop."
"How can I believe you?" Elise asks, frustrated that she can't button up the shirt properly.
Medic takes hold of Elise's elbow and spins her to face him. "I want a divorce, but she won't let me."
"You don't have to tell me any lies Medic. I can't do that to you, and to your wife." Elise tries to tug her arm away.
"She's sleeping around," Medic admits.
Elise freezes in the same way Spy did when Medic said this. She doesn't move. Medic sighs and closes his eyes, opening them when he opens his mouth to speak.
"I want to leave that woman so bad. I never loved her to start with..." Medic shakes his head. "We didn't have anything in common. She only claimed to love me because I was a doctor. Not until we were married did I find out that she only wanted me for my money."
"Medic, stop. Don't force yourself."
"No, Elise, I want to. I want you to know that I'm serious. Whatever I do now, won't affect any part of my marriage. If she can do that, then so can I."
"Who is she sleeping with?"
"I don't know..."
"Then how do you know that she's being unfaithful?"
"So many signs. She stopped calling me, she became very uninterested, and every time I went home on leave, she wouldn't even touch me. The worst thing yet, is that just two weeks ago, I called her, and heard something that disgusted me so."
"What was it?" Elise asks as she stops unbuttoning her dress shirt.
Medic looks away, opening and closing his mouth. No words come out. After a moment, he sighs and laughs.
"I've heard some things on the phone that are only meant to be heard behind closed doors."
Elise's eyes are wide. "I'm sorry, I-"
"Don't," Medic interrupts, "I've never felt so free."
"I don't know what happened back there," Elise said, referring to their steamy session. She waits until Medic lets go. He doesn't. "Please, Medic. Let go."
"Oh," Medic gasps quietly as he retreats his hand quickly. "I didn't realize."
"It's okay," Elise accepts. She looks down and tries to button up the waist coat.
"Here," Medic says as he reaches to remove her hands. He buttons up her waist coat and holds her blazer up for her. Elise puts her arms through the sleeves and turns back around to smile at Medic.
"Thank you," Elise says.
Medic smiles then looks to the ground. "That was really exciting."
Elise starts to blush. "Umm, yes, it was." She looks down and blushes even more.
"Please," Medic starts with a plea, "come back soon. I would love to give you an examination."
"Certainly," Elise turns away quickly and takes big steps to the door. She unlocks it and before leaving she pops her head in saying, "you might want to cover up as well."
When Elise leaves, Medic looks down at his chest, then his abdomen, then his...
"Oh," Medic gasps. He smiles and picks up his dress shirt. "Exciting, indeed, Elise."