"Doctor Forger, a moment of your time, please?" she asked him, making him jerk, but only internally. There was nothing in her face that he didn't see at the hospital daily. Nothing in her tone either, but he was on edge as he smiled innocently back with perfect practice. The soft sound of their steps as they strolled the hallway to his office echoed in his skull, like the tick of a clock but heavier, weighing yet more on his weary soul.

Nothing in her face changed when the door swung shut; her eyes were focused and plain as their eyes locked.

"Loid, what did you put in your report?" she asked bluntly.

"Well, nothing about um… you consuming the toxin, if that concerns you, or what happened after," he admitted. It wasn't relative to the mission anyway; they pieced together the con, found the evidence, the notable new poison, and saw the culprits hauled away for questioning. What else did intelligence really need to know?

"So nothing about fucking me, cumming inside of me, or the intense effects of the poison they invented?"

Loid swallowed before he answered.

"Well, Sylvia must already know the effects well, given the evidence we seized," he defended, earning only silence. "I'll edit my report if you want me too,"

"I don't,"

"I…. I'm sorry, truly, about the whole situation. Really, I thought that going along with it was best for the mission, but… perhaps I should have fought you off, restrained you,"

"I'm the one who drank the toxin; it was reckless. It potentially compromised your mission, and it was all my fault," she admitted.

Even in her, he saw the embarrassment, the shame, and utter sense of failure weighing on her.

It killed him.

"You knew it wasn't lethal; it was brave in a way!" he argued. "It… I suppose it all worked out in the end, our methods,"

"Right, at least you salvaged the mission. That was the only reason I drank it, because I trusted you,"

He couldn't help but note the past tense of that word, trusted. His guilt increased. To violate someone, anyone that way, would be horrible enough, but someone who knew and worked beside him that long? It made her next words shocking.

"Do you know that I meant everything I said?" she asked it like it was a genuine question, like she didn't know. "I can never tell what you're thinking, how much you truly pick up on,"

"Wait…everything? Even uh…"

"The fact that I love you? That riding you on that bed in that flee hole was the best moment of my life? Yes, that too. I love you, and I have for a long, long time," she added plainly. Her eyes bore into his, but what was unusual was the wide, almost frightened look in them. That vulnerability that looked so wrong but so painfully adorable on her face.

It didn't help his already blanked mind think of a response.

It also didn't help that she let the silence linger, staring silently and patiently as she waited for his response. Loid, uncharacteristically, gave a heartfelt frown. He had to resist the urge to stroke her face as he finally answered.

"That's… that's extremely flattering, first of all. You are an incredible, remarkable woman,"

"Do you think you aren't objectively remarkable too? That you're not spectacular?" her own hand had much less hesitation, cupping his cheek as she spoke. "Don't you know you were my inspiration, my idol, that any woman would be lucky to have you?"

"That's… flattering," he bumbled out.

"You said that already,"

"Right. Right yes, correct," he released a deep sigh. "It's… unfortunate that we only know each other in our present circumstances," her hand fell away as she continued that damned stare. That vulnerable look that made him desperately want to help, to comfort and assure her however she needed. What did she need, though? "Fiona, with what I do, relationships just wouldn't work. I couldn't give you a relationship a-at the very least not until the peace is more secure!"

"So you're just going to wait until retirement to love? To make yourself, and somebody else, so, incredibly happy? Is that your advice to me as a spy?" she asked. It was the first time he'd really thought about it. Well, maybe a little bit with Yor, but that was easily categorized away. Playing house with her was necessary and important, whether he took joy in it or not.

What she seemed to be suggesting was a liability, and a big one.

"We're both really good at keeping secrets~" she offered, coming closer again. Almost begging with her words as she stared into his blue eyes, manipulating him so subtly by forcing her body against his. Just the faint touch of their torsos, enough to remember in detail how yesterday had started.

Loid now knew exactly how soft and perfect she felt under those clothes. He remembered how she looked in rigid detail with his photographic memory; every glorious inch of her naked body was crystal clear in his eyes as she looked up at him with that face. That smooth, plain face, beautiful as the surface of a still forest spring in winter.

For all of that, though, it wasn't why he leaned in.

It was the eyes, the tears beginning to form in them. The sadness building in this woman who'd given so much to the world and to him specifically; the kindness in her soul. The dedication to her ideals that made her go through all of it without complaint!

He kissed her.

The simple, soft taste of her lips in his mouth was splendid. The soft hums, while equally delicious, were so different from the noises she made yesterday, a necessity of course, given the difference in locale. The fact that they were getting intimate in his office. It was almost a cliché: a doctor sleeping with his colleague at the worksite behind his spouse's back, as if there weren't mountains more of context for these two.

As if he hadn't known her ages longer than Yor.

Fiona was in heaven. The anxiety and shame and fear that had weighed so heavily on her since the high of her orgasm wore off were finally gone. She all but melted into his strong grip as they began to kiss deeper. Happy, happier than she'd ever been in her life as Loid willingly kissed her.

It was a surprise when one hand came up to grip her breast, but she only hummed into his mouth. The way he stroked her was wonderful, so soft and slow, almost like petting her or admiring an art piece. Neither had really waited long enough to look over and appreciate the other's body last time. Both so sculpted and fit, with a splendid shell of softness around her hips and bust on Fiona's part, Loid was just solid as stone.

A warm, wonderful rock for her to rest on.

It didn't concern her in the slightest when he began undressing her. All it did was make the faint swelling and clenchings of arousal raise in intensity, her snatch getting wetter as he continued to stroke her, now nearly naked, body. The throaty groans he released were a much appreciated assurance.

For all his power, cool, and intellect, Loid was a man. He was an ape, a horny land mammal, and the presence of a beautiful, fertile woman so close to him was affecting him mightily! He'd not done anything so stupid or impulsive since his time as a soldier, a lifetime ago. This was excitement of a sort that he wasn't used to; the thrill of getting into trouble from a far-off childhood was the closest he could compare it to.

Or was it the wicked pride of doing something selfish, something purely for his own physical pleasure? Not even for gain, not real material gain; this was pure indulgence. Was it any different than gorging on delicious food?

Of course it was, because it had all that appeal and the warm, fuzzy feeling of making his companion happy. She certainly seemed happy when one hand dipped into her panties and began stroking. All he'd ever really wanted out of life was to help people, to make sure nobody else felt as alone, miserable, or frightened as he once had. That's what he was doing, right?

At least in this one, very specific moment.

It was the best of both worlds.

Fiona certainly thought so as he dipped a second finger inside of her, stroking slowly in and out as he kissed from her mouth down to her jaw, then further still to her bust. Her soft purring only grew fainter as it leaked out of her parted lips. Soft sighs and moans rang out as he began to lay hot, wet kisses on her breast.

The bra released and removed practically imperceptibly.

Her nipples were so pert and faint, almost matching the color of her flesh. A bit odd, but beautiful, stunning even, and delicious in his mouth as he clamped down on one. His tongue tickled the tit the same way Yor loved, the pitch just slightly rose in her happy noises above his scalp. The breathing was soft, but the rising and falling of her chest was rapid, betraying her excitement as he sped up his fingering.

It wasn't until her voice began to crack and pause that he relented his attack on her breasts. Only to kiss her, of course. It helped her keep quiet, and it helped finish her orgasm wonderfully, judging by the way she clenched down on his fingers. Her hands had flung up to grip his hair once more as she came, squeezing it almost painfully until her breathing steadied.

They parted with a faint smack, Loid staring into her reddened face while Fiona remained hypnotized by his vibrant blue eyes. They kissed again, and this time it was hard. This time she squeaked! Either of his strong hands had gripped her by the butt and hefted her to the desk, supporting her weight briefly as he dropped his pants, joining her in full nudity.

She was far too dazed to sit up. Even so, only seeing about waste up, Loid was a stud! She smiled faintly, turning redder still as she felt something warm, thick, and familiar flop down over her pussy lips. He swept it from side to side, reveling in the warmth and the soft giggles she released at the action. It was nice to see her smile.

Though the way her lips parted and groaned as he sank into her was pretty great too.

Yesterday she'd been like a machine, a rapid red hot cock milking machine as she forced them together and humped him with reckless abandon! Now she was more like a perfect, snuggly blanket. The perfect place to lay down and rest.

Lay down he did, putting his torso on her and feeling the cushions of her breasts against his pecks. Also, more importantly, allowing him to kiss her once more on the mouth, to swallow those delicious hums as her hands lazily wrapped around him. The soft feel of her kempt nails raking down his back was all she did in response, besides kissing back.

It was truly him making love to her and that suited both parties fine. Fiona was as content as could be in his capable hands, and Loid as always felt comforted by control. It made this whole little dance seem so much more manageable. That he could set the pace and enjoy her just as much as he wanted. He stay nearly all the way inside of her, withdrawing only an inch or two at a time and not stopping with his steady humping into her.

Her insides were growing tighter by the minute, and he knew she'd cum soon enough.

It was just as well; he was at the end of his limit.

Switching to twice the speed, while not particularly rough or wild, was enough to startle her. Enough to confuse her body and excite her mind, enough to know they were nearing the end and that she was going to get another big, warm creampie! The feel of his seed inside her was like nothing else. It let her lay there and pretend she was pregnant. Think in wild fantasies about the possibility of carrying this spectacular man's child!

She was far too dedicated to do such a thing; it wouldn't be possible with her current responsibilities, but a girl could dream.

Loid would never admit that he was thinking the same thing. That little Anya had put the thought in his head, children of his own, the idea of maybe having someone to love and shepherd from an even earlier age. Of the chance to make someone happy every day with the smallest of actions, a pat on the head or a walk outside, blowing a bubble, or ticking their ribs.

It sounded like heaven.

So it was in this mindset that they both came, he sighed heavily and smiled as he filled her womanhood once more. They stayed together for a long time after, catching their breath, enjoying the connection and the spectacular view. It wasn't until their shared juices began to drip on the floor that he, reluctantly, stopped staring and rose off of her.

"That was wonderful, Loid. It was even better then last time," she offered honestly, smiling in a way she never did as he began dressing.

"It was, thank you for this, Fiona. I… I can't even remember the last time that I felt so good," he admitted sheepishly, looking away and uncharacteristically vulnerable himself. She snickered as he coughed. It was a feeble attempt to clear the air and change the subject; they both knew it.

"Frankie said we have another mission,"

"Hm?" she asked, genuinely caught off guard.

"We'll be traveling to a secret lab in norther Ostania to go see what their chemists make of the aphrodisiac we discovered. The agency wants us to be there on sight as its examined to destroy evidence and intelligence if it turns out that they know nothing of the weapon. Such an item is far too dangerous to leave in enemy hands after all, it has to be done,"

"It does have to be done, we have a duty," she agreed, her smile thrice as big.

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