Ya'll better cover your eyes for this one...

The slice of the knife felt so good to her. The sound ringing in her ears as she pulled it down his back.

Bare. That's what was left after Elise ripped Spy's suit. Straight down the length of his back, precisely straight along with the spinal chord. She dropped the knife once it made a clean cut. The sound of metal clattering to the ground.

Elise looked down at him. He had a lean body with very toned muscles peaking to perfection. Spy wasn't too beefy, nor was he too skinny. He was just a little under the middle of the scale. His abs dipped and were shadowed in the perfect places. His arms scored veins that ran down the length, some of the pulsing bastards working their way down the length of his pale body. He had scars, just like Medic, but had much, much more. He had his fair share of fights in his life. Spy had a scar above his heart, straight across his shoulder, one that ran down the length of his arm, and a sheepish scar that hid halfway under his trousers. Elise touched all the scars, and his whole frontal area. Her hands traveled up high up on his shoulders, then lower, and lower, then dangerously low.

"Non, non, non," Spy clicked his tongue. He raised Elise's head with a gloved hand, narrowing his eyes and smirking.

Elise clenches her jaw tightly, breathing heavily through her nostrils. They flare as her breathing intensifies. Elise is tempted to lean forward and kiss Spy, but just like always, he reads her mind and turns his head away with a deep chuckle. She stares at Spy as he cranes his neck to look down at his ruined suit.

"You seem to like to ruin my suits don't you?" His eyes look from the corner, his mouth turning up. He pulls the cigarette out of his mouth, holding it between his index and middle finger. "What's to be done?" he asks as he allows the smoke to float out of his mouth and nose.

Elise can't take it anymore. She takes both sides of Spy's face and forces him to look at her, face to face. She stares at him before she swoops in and kisses his lips. Gently, oh so gently as she twists and tries to impress him. He groans as Elise continues. He pulls away looking into Elise's eyes. She's breathing even more heavily and has a flushed face. Rouge...

Spy takes a drag of his cigarette and uses his left hand to position Elise for another kiss. He locks their lips as he opens Elise's mouth with his expert tongue, transferring the smoke into her mouth. She gasps and the smoke flows through her. The excess streaming out her nose. She pulls back sharply as she coughs and shuts her eyes tightly.

"No, I don't like that," Elise coughs out.

Spy shakes his head and takes another drag, holding onto Elise's face. She tries to pull away, but his hand grips hard on her face. She puts up a fight against him. When he doesn't kiss her, she opens her eyes. Spy blows out the smoke into her face. Elise fans the smoke away.

What's the point? His smoke is already seeping through her skin, flowing through her blood, burning her throat. Its spice and burn is sensational, both good and bad.

"Tell me Spy, do you think you learned from my training?" Spy asks as he leans into Elise's neck. He inhales and grins, sinking his teeth on her collar bone. Elise cries out, but he covers her mouth. He pulls away and stares into her eyes. "Shhh," he hushes as he yanks her and drops with her on her bed. "Have you learned anything?"

"Everything," Elise said in barely a whisper.

"Then," Spy growls as he trails a gloved hand down her front. "What happened to keeping your emotions to yourself?" Spy asks as he flips Elise's butterfly knife open.

Elise looks down at the shiny blade, and looks at her rippled face in the polished metal. She looked at herself. What was she doing? Better yet, what wasn't she doing?!

"No, not this time," Elise growls as she takes hold of Spy's wrist. She switches their positions like she did in the training room. She balances herself on the bed with her knees on both sides of Spy's waist, she sits on him for support. "To hell with controlling my emotions Spy!"

Elise bites his wrist, and he lets go with a hiss. The knife slaps onto his abs and Elise grabs it, digging it high above Spy's reach on the wall. He looks up at it, his jaw line showing. Exposing some skin just under the balaclava, Elise leans down, her body weight on Spy, and bits down. He moans and instinctively takes hold of her hips.

Elise starts to rock her hips, and starts sucking on his neck. Spy lifts her up with ease and pushes her down onto the pillows. At the moment, Spy is at the top of her list.

Impatiently, Spy grabs hold of Elise's lapels and rips them apart. He does the same with the vest and dress shirt. She's an open display to him now, apart from the brassier that locks him out. Spy's eyes fall on her bare shoulder, which doesn't match the other anymore. There is a dark scar on the front, little dips from where he dug the knife. Spy lifts his gloved hand and traces circles over it. He can feel the bumps and raises on Elise's now scarred shoulder. He leans forward and places a kiss, then two more.

"You scarred me," Elise whispers in his ear. She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her.

"I branded you," Spy chuckles as he leaves butterfly kisses on Elise's shoulder, neck, and chest. He kisses the exposed bumps of her breasts and drags his hand up from her leg up to her chest as he cups her. "Are you mine, Spy?"

"No," Elise said after she fought her thoughts to what her answer should be. "I'm not yours."

"You will be, ma petite chou-fleur," Spy purrs.

Elise's mind flashes. Trigger. Tears start to gloss over her eyes, but she forces herself to forget. There was no need to remember him now. He didn't matter. But it was starting to get more difficult to forget. Spy was so much like him, in so many ways. Not only was he French like him, but he almost looked exactly like him, sounded almost the same, had the same build, and spoke in the same pattern.

She shut her eyes, and with difficulty, Elise got into the moment. She wanted Spy to poison her with his smoke. She didn't want to think of him. Spy wasn't him. Spy was Spy, and right now, he was here, not him.

"Tell me Spy," Elise said as she hooked her legs around his waist. "Do you really want this?"

Spy grins as he wraps a toned arm around her body to unclasp her bra. "Why not? We're here now, it would be a waste to just stop."

He drags the bra down slowly, basking the view of the exposed Elise. His teeth peek from his lips when he smiles widely. "Such a terrible Spy you are," he says. He throws the bra to the floor. He kisses her deeply.

Elise slides her gloved hands down his body and reaches his belt. She fumbles with it, and after a moment of frustration, she gets it open. She unzips his trousers and pulls them as far as her arms will go. Spy pulls away and does the same for her, but he pulls her pants off fully. He sits on his heels, watching over Elise. His pants are unzipped, and Elise can see the tent that rises from under Spy's underwear.

Spy lies down on his stomach, his face between Elise's legs. He can smell her... she's excited. He parts her legs with his arms and bites the inside of her right thigh. He smiles when Elise screams. He likes the sound. The sound of Elise's cries fill his ears when he does it again on the other leg. He works higher and higher, until he reaches the last of her undergarments. He bares his teeth, looking up into Elise's eyes. He bites down on the fabric, pulling away painfully. He can feel the heat emitting from her.

He releases her panties from his teeth, and pulls it off the rest of the way with his hand. He hurriedly takes his pants off and throws it to join the mountain of matching clothes that are already on the floor. Spy goes back to his previous position, on top of Elise, kissing her with force. He bites her lip, and Elise does the same after. Without her permission, Spy slips his tongue in hers. A French kiss. Literally.

Elise moans when she feels Spy's head rubs against her. She attempts to lift his mask off, but Spy slaps her hand away, pulling away slightly from her quivering lips.

"I will not allow you to see my face, and I don't expect you to show me yours." Spy goes back to her lips. His face is serious, there's no tenderness present in them.

Elise nods and straightens out her arm between both of their sweating bodies. She takes hold of Spy's erection and positions it at her entrance. Spy takes the not so subtle hint, and thrusts forward. Elise screams, but Spy quiets her by locking his lips with hers. He slides out slow, and then thrusts again. He speeds up, his grunting muffled inside Elise's mouth.

Elise starts to moan and tightens her arms around his neck. She pulls him towards her, his head resting on her scarred shoulder. Elise's whimpers echo in his ears and he goes harder. The wet slap of their bodies fill the room as he quickens his pace. Elise's voice is barely a peep, Spy's body working wonders and slamming her so hard that it cuts her off every time she wants to speak.

Spy rests his forehead on her shoulder now, and his grunts bouncing off of her bobbing breasts. He slides a hand under her and lifts her up slightly for a better angle, both of their body weight supported by Spy's glistening and flexing arm. His hot breath slides right off her body, and back onto his. He can feel it. She closes tightly around his shaft, stroking him sensually.

She starts to whine as she throws her head back, a deep moan leaving her exhausted lungs. Her fingers dig into Spy's back, but he keeps going. He's so close...

"Oh, Spy," Elise moans again.

Spy's thighs slap hard against Elise's bottom. He muffles his scream with his lips, but it exits quietly through his nose. It's so loud, it sounds as if he's been stabbed... again.

He keeps himself up with his arm for several seconds before he falls beside Elise.

They both breath heavily in the suspended silence. Their pants and wheezing breaths filling the room with humidity. The smell of sex surrounds them, and Elise predicts, from the hard work that Spy put into it, her bed sheets will smell as well. She closes her eyes as she feels the warmth inside her. She turns to her side, wraps an arm around Spy's heaving chest, and runs her fingers through his chest hair. She wiggles closer to him and leans up to kiss him once more. His balaclava is damp, and the feeling of his sweat adhering to her oral commissure.

She drops her head onto his chest, slowly drifting off.

Spy hesitantly wraps an arm around her.

Well, there you go person who suggested some fem!SpyxSpy sexy times. ;)

Sorry if it isn't the total sex crazed scene you were expecting, but this was the best I could do.

Please comment and tell me what you think! Also, don't forget to leave in some suggestions!

Hugs and Kisses! :)