The last day she saw Six was the day before his departure, and he seemed quieter than usual, as if pondering if it was remotely possible that Rex and Bobo could manage without him.
He knew it was practically impossible since the mission also involved her and the last thing he wanted to do was to prolong her torment of being confined in those walls. Their undercover agents had an interesting lead and he wanted to see how far they could chase the mouse before it escaped again. For Holiday, the man looked as if he hadn't had a good night of sleep, as he was busy making sure she had enough meals for the days he would be absent. She looked at the dishes and wondered how he could cook that much with Rex and Bobo under his care as well.
"I had some help for once," he seemed to have guessed her thoughts, judging by the way she was looking at the food.
"Please don't tell me it was Bobo," she said, not wanting to be mean, but also not wanting to find any hair while eating. Six couldn't help but sarcastically smile. It didn't escape her, though, that it looked like as if he was attempting to restrain himself from laughing at her words. She had never heard him laugh and now she was wondering if he was even capable of doing so.
"As much as he wanted to help, Rex did it instead," were his words, making her raise one eyebrow and open her mouth to say something, but he stopped her by raising one hand. "I cooked and he just cut the ingredients that needed to be cut and also washed everything I had to use. So, no. He wasn't involved in the making of any of these dishes."
"I don't want to sound rude, but those two seem to care more about eating than understanding how whatever they do eat is even being made." She smiled at him and Six simply nodded, looking down at what appeared to be a list that she recognized as one of White's lists.
It had attached some documents that looked like the signal he had described before and that she had to help them crack.
"Well, it seems that everything got delivered as it was supposed to. He made sure that the documents were given to you from a remote area that wouldn't raise suspicions as to why your department is printing documents since, as you know, they can figure out what your laboratory is doing by remote access."
"Thank you." There was so much she wanted to say but she didn't know how, without making him feel worse about her being alone as long as the mission lasted and he seemed to despise it enough for her to add an input about it.
He left everything where it was supposed to be, and her mini fridge now looked kind of cramped, but it was fine as long as she followed the protocol and made sure not to skip any meals. Sometimes he worried he was bringing too much food and that it would end up being spoiled, but at least there were some snacks she could enjoy while having to decipher whatever those documents contained. Everything that could keep her entertained and stopped her thoughtful mind from believing the wrong things.
"I should be going now." He said looking absentmindedly at his wristwatch. Six's eyes avoided hers, as she suspected that it would prolong the visit longer than it was allowed. Holiday thought the decision was somewhat risky, as they were only kissing because they were drunk, but her body moved as if it was detaching from her brain and doing whatever it wanted, resting her head on his body and holding him against her, softly, so as to not make him feel like he had to push her away because of the force she was imprinting on her hug. The ball was still in his court and he should decide the next move.
She would try not to be offended if he decided it was simply too much.
His hands stayed limp around her for a moment before he decided it was safe to return her embrace. Six knew he shouldn't count their drunken kiss as their first kiss, but he came to the realization that even drunk, there were some implied feelings between them, since he wouldn't simply kiss someone for the sake of it. He also wouldn't willingly get drunk just because someone asked him to.
Six knew that with Holiday his actions were totally different from his usual self, and that hug was the living proof of it.
"Are you tired? You're being much quieter than usual," she asked him, not making eye contact as she felt her body would literally boil for the way her warm cheeks felt. They sure looked as red as he had never seen before, only being matched with the drunken redness. Of course, she knew why he was quiet, but she didn't want to remind him of anything unpleasant. Six shook his head, even though she wasn't watching him, and then let her go, taking one of her hands in his and finally making eye contact with her, or at least Holiday, since she couldn't really see his eyes behind his sunglasses.
"I will return as soon as possible," he told her, and she nodded, closing the distance between them again and standing on her tiptoes to give him a light peck in one of his cheeks.
"Don't worry, you know I'm not wearing any makeup yet. Just a kiss of good luck. Punch a lot of mean guys for me, okay?"
"Also, I will make sure of watch Rex and Bobo," he said.
"We shouldn't be so mean to them. I know they can be as competent as we are." She smiled at him and let his hand go as he raised an eyebrow at her.
"They're just too eager to jump into action, and that can be a real problem."
"I know, I know," she laughed for a moment, then walked to open the door for him, gesturing that he needed to leave before White called him to ask what was taking him so long.
As soon as the door closed behind him, Holiday sighed heavily and decided that since these would be the longest days she had ever experienced while being confined, she had to start trying to crack these signals quickly, to keep herself entertained and forget that Six, Rex, or even Bobo, could be in any trouble and that she couldn't do anything to help, as much as combat, in her case, happened on rare occasions.
"Time to be useful," she said to herself, determined, tying her hair into her usual bun and sitting at her dinner table, looking at the documents that White needed her to work on.
The silence was somehow overwhelming as she couldn't even have a TV or a radio in her room, since it could transmit or receive any signal. Holiday kept humming to herself, songs she remembered she used to sing to a younger Beverly to try and soothe her while she was an EVO, and as much as the memory was somewhat painful for her, it helped to make her task less difficult since it had already been two days since Rex, Six, and Bobo were out of Providence and her mind, as much as she was focused on trying to solve the intricate binary code in her hands, was starting to fill with pretty dooming thoughts.
This made her feel incredibly hot, as if she was now developing a fever, so she decided to stand up and stretch herself, walking to her wardrobe and looking for something more comfortable to wear since she was completely alone. She had a variety of pajamas, but since she was getting constantly visited by Six and she could remember his reaction after seeing her with her pajama shorts, she never decided to wear the most 'revealing' ones, to avoid any other awkward interactions.
Why did she even have those? She couldn't remember, but her logical mind was sure it had something to do with the practical part of them since they were silky and quite more fresh for hotter seasons.
She wasn't trying to seduce anyone, and she laughed at how ridiculous it sounded. Before meeting Six, she had never had any romantic interest, and it seemed that the only one who had developed a crush on her was Rex, who eventually forgot about it when he noticed the obvious difference of age between them.
Since her resources were limited, her knowledge only enabled her to decipher part of the code. Words that sounded like "Machina." This made her think if that could be the name of the organization behind the threats or if it was some sort of name for whatever they were trying to build with her investigation.
It seemed too obvious for her, and that made her think that perhaps it was made to confuse them, since she didn't think they could be that stupid as to let them know their code name so easily. Or perhaps they thought that, since perhaps Six was right and it was a free code that their network couldn't understand, it wouldn't even matter if the name was finally leaked, as it would take them time to reach that conclusion before finally getting their hands on the rest of her investigation and herself.
"Machina who..." She followed the numbers with one of her fingers, but then stopped as it didn't make too much sense. "Machina which Nanites..." Her eyes were now seeing double as she let her head fall back against a couch that was a new addition to the family of furniture she had to live with, as White thought it would be much gentler with her aching body while it healed, than a wooden chair, since she could recline comfortably and work without having to arch her back too much and rest all of her weight on her abdomen and subsequently, her stomach. She almost laughed at how silly the soldiers they trusted looked, bringing the couch to her room while Six supervised their work as if she were asking for some kind of silly home improvements.
Rebecca thought that when Six could finally be back, he would think she hadn't even tried to keep the room organized, as documents were scattered all around her and filled with scrambled words here and there, trying to arrange the numbers in a way that made sense.
No wonder her department ended up corrupted, as the binary code was a complete mess and the database ended up marking error after error, messing with its configuration enough to create a breach.
What a good work from these hackers, she thought to herself as her eyelids were closing and she couldn't help but fall asleep.
Sleeping soundly, that much to not even notice someone that was entering the room, closing the door and then looking around at the messy state of it. Six then moved his sore left arm muscles and breathed a sigh of relief, as the thought that upon entering he would find her injured or even dead, was slowly fading from his mind. He decided he could pick up all the papers for her and organize them on her dinner table, wondering what to do next.
He noticed then, after his mind stopped robotically thinking, her silky red nightgown that somehow was even shorter than her pajama shorts, and Six even thought that he could see a glimpse of her underwear as she was sleeping with her legs up to her chest, concealing less than he believed she wanted it to.
His hands went to rub his face, forgetting he had his glasses on, as they fell to the ground, making him quickly look up at her, afraid that it could wake her up and make her think that he was a pervert, staring at her in complete silence.
But hell, she looked so pretty with all her hair wanting to escape from the tight bun she liked to wear on a daily basis. He wondered what he should do now, since sleeping there was the most uncomfortable position and holding her to take her to bed would mean touching more than he should be allowed to. Again, he thought that having sex while being drunk didn't count at all, or at least something she didn't deserve, but something more consensual.
Holding her seemed to be his only option, and after sighing a couple of times, he decided to approach the situation with a quick plan: hold her by her legs and torso without groping anything for too long.
The plan failed abruptly as soon as he was placing her in bed, as the movement seemed to disturb her enough to half wake her up.
She smiled at the sight of these brown eyes she was now getting to know, as the man stopped mid-action and tried to look for his repertoire of excuses for something clever to say. But she didn't seem to mind; instead, she wondered in a whisper if she was dreaming, and he thought that perhaps it was a good idea to let her think that.
Too late as Holiday was already touching him as if to make sure that he was indeed real and not a dream. And once she made sure that he was indeed there, she practically jumped on him, pushing him down with her into bed and provoking that 'accidentally' he had to hold her by her ass to avoid her knee kicking him in his private parts.
Never in his entire life had he thought he would receive such a warm welcome as the one she was giving him, making him wonder if she had forgotten that she was wearing the most revealing nightgown ever, allowing him to see the curve where her two breasts met.
Good lord, he was inmensely glad that she was wearing underwear or that would have been the end of him.
"Happy to see me?" It sounded so stupid once he said it, but his mind couldn't think of anything else because of the stunning view he had in front of his eyes. Of course, she had to silly nod and blush, finally noticing the compromising position they were in.
"Are you hurt?" She asked, and he wondered how she could still be worried about that when his mind was a total mess, knowing his entire palm was groping one of her ass cheeks and how soft her skin was against his calloused hand for holding his blades for too long.
"Just minor scratches and a sore arm," he told her, deciding not to ask her the same question since he could almost see and feel everything with his hand and body. "I see that you were busy..."
Crap, she didn't even want to talk; turning their conversation into a silent exchange of 'words' with kisses, as it took him just a matter of seconds to engage in. There was no one inside these underground facilities but them, so whatever happened inside was their problem and theirs alone.
He quickly moaned something that sounded like he was asking her for permission to move his hand further up inside her nightgown, being just a jumble of words. She agreed by simply nodding in between their kisses, nibbling his lower lip to grant her deeper access.
"Be nice..." he whispered to her as her teeth were softly scraping the skin of his lower lip, still smiling at her frustrated look, teasing her before finally opening her mouth fully to let her taste him as he soon started to with his own tongue.
His hand moved further up, blindly trying to unclasp her bra and noticing that there wasn't anything on the back of the fabric and that for sure it had to be on the front and feeling kind of ashamed of how much that turned him on as she had to stop kissing him and sit back, so that he could take her nightgown off and unclasp it.
And she did, leaving his mouth to sit and thinking of taking the silky robe off by herself, even as she wasn't precisely looking at him, kind of worried of what he might think of her naked body, before he simply shook his head and stopped caressing her skin inside of it, to use his hands to push himself up in bed to a sitting position and taking it off by himself, revealing her half-naked body to his eyes and the now-scarred skin that was slowly fading with the days. She would need to take a lot of sun afterwards as her skin was somewhat pale for the time she had been confined there.
It sure wasn't healthy, but he would worry about it another time as he bent to hold her in between his arms and kiss each place he could find an injury on, making her sigh and play with his short hair instead, trying to avoid his eyes and any judgment, kind of soothing him with her neatly-cut nails.
He wasn't a man who knew about feminine underwear, but it was as silky as her nightgown, laced just in the proper places—not too revealing, but not too conservative.
Six liked it; it matched her personality perfectly.
Her bra unclasped easily as her breasts bounced off from it, happily welcoming his hands that perfectly cupped them between his fingers as if he had been practically designed for her. His fingers gave her a soft squeeze and in her dazed state she asked herself why was she so sensitive.
Right...his hands, his body. Him...
"Undress...now...please..." was her command in a moan as his thumbs were rubbing her nipples softly and as focused as she always saw him while doing something—diligently as ever. Why wouldn't he just simply stop thinking and enjoy the experience? It wasn't fair that she was the only one half naked.
Sure, one thing they both had in common.
He nodded, but she wasn't sure he was paying any attention to what she was saying, making her think that if she asked for something ludicrous, he would simply nod for the sake of it. Soon, his tie, jacket and shirt fell over her now-discarded bra and nightgown as her hands started to caress his tight muscles, up and down, savoring the feeling of the results of years of training. Not that she would mind if he had any extra ounce of fat, but it was something that aroused her for whatever reason she couldn't even tell.
It was as if she could only see the fruit of all his hard work and have it only for herself. Holiday yelped as she felt a hand going in between her legs as he was simply trying to unzip his pants without even caring if they were still on his body or not. No time for having her wait while he undressed, kicking his shoes off the bed and simply pulling his pants off his waist with his own underwear, as she was already pulling her panties out of the way.
To say that she needed a few seconds to get accustomed to him inside her was not needed, because it would be redundant. And in his sweaty face, she noticed that he preferred for her to move first once she was ready for it. It wasn't as if she would break because of it, but even though she was feeling considerably better after her fall, part of her musculature felt a bit flaccid since she didn't have enough exercise, being confined.
Perhaps she had to suggest to Six that she needed something to train with, after they were finished with it as she was less in shape than what she expected to be.
She moved first, and the man closed his eyes, gaping at how warm her body was and how cold his was, for being outside in the snow again. It was somehow an interesting contrast, making him shiver from head to toe as they soon fell into a steady rhythm.
His hands moved from her breast to her thighs, trying not to force himself too fast on her and let her decide when he had to redouble his efforts.
"Holiday..." he seemed to want to ask her something in between quiet moans, and she thought she knew what it was. It would be an awkward question, but something she had to reply since they were just having unprotected sex.
"Just stop when you think it's needed," was her reply, sounding strange to her own ears as she moaned even louder each time he pushed further into her.
It didn't take them much time, as if his mind was still programmed that his visits couldn't be that long without someone asking him to do something else. Soon they were done, even though he was not completely as satisfied as she was. But it didn't matter that much, since he could control it better than most men could.
"Maybe we should be prepared for next time," she said, not looking at him while he was pushing his underwear and pants up, feeling as if she was talking to a kid about safe sex.
For next time? Six's head jerked up after fixing his pants and he turned to look at her, now wearing his discarded shirt and looking into her wardrobe for something more appropriate to wear. She looked even hotter with his shirt as her legs were practically the only thing he could see, leaving the rest back to his imagination again.
Once she was properly dressed and he was holding his shirt back, but still naked from the waist up as she was busy cleaning the few cuts his body had and examining his left shoulder, Six soon felt as if he had to put his glasses back, afraid that his eyes were telling her too much. Things he didn't even know how to express with words.
For god's sake, they had made love and it was still embarrassing.
"Done," she said with a smile after strongly bandaging his shoulder to help it stay in place and stop hurting that much.
"Holiday..."
"Hmm?" She asked, while closing the medical kit. Darn, why was it so hard to say? She smiled at his brown eyes that practically showed how his brain was frantically trying to function again. "Don't," she told him, placing her index finger on his lips to shush him. "You don't have to say anything you don't want to, just to please me."
He couldn't even tell if it was too dangerous for their own safety, the way he felt in love with her, but shit he couldn't help it.