Funnily enough, the affair was the cover story for this mission. The affair his agency was theoretically unaware of, Dr. Forger and his nurse Fiona, telling all that asked they were traveling out into the northern countryside for a medical conference that didn't exist. A cursory glance by the law, detectives, or even an intelligence agency would simply deduce the simplest explanation and look into it no further.
Yor didn't suspect a thing either, the sweet, trusting woman she was.
The two of them checking into and rarely leaving a lovely local inn near Eston village fit the story perfectly. Leaving them free to slip outside with fake faces, papers, and a plan to quickly close in on their target up in the hills. A secret research lab where Dr. Trosker was working tirelessly for the clandestine war efforts of his homeland, a location they had minimal intelligence of.
Even entry wasn't a sure thing, hence why, again, the two best of the best were sent to see this harrowing task done!
The current phase of the harrowing task was riding in a lovely first-class train cabin traveling out of the city. Fiona had greeted him with a smile on the platform, and though they spoke little, the warmth of her gaze breathed great comfort into him. Especially when even that smile was a novel treat that he'd only just earned.
There was a hint of tension in the air, the good kind, the kind where both knew the other was thinking voluntarily or not about all of last week. The last three days since this wonderful change had started in their lives, the delicious bouts of office sex they'd enjoyed each of those workdays. How could you not when you were sitting thigh to thigh next to the woman you rutted?
It was almost a relief when the opposite row was taken.
Another couple, albeit an older one, shuffled into the cabin and took their own seats without a word to their traveling companions. They both smiled kindly at the younger pair, their eyes barely visible over their pudgy wrinkled cheeks, the man using a cane while his partner held onto his arm.
There was a hearty sigh as they settled.
"Oh, well, look at you dear," the older woman commented, her grin widening. "What a beautiful dress! Oh you just look like some kind of er….snow princess!" she complimented, making Loid chuckle. He'd had the same thought, between the white sunhat, white sundress, and simple white flats, it was hard not to think of it.
It made her stand out the slightest bit, but nothing suspicious about dressing beautiful on a 'vacation' like this. Even if it made him feel a little awkward about his own standard green suit getup. Her face was the same as ever; her makeup, if she wore any, was natural and blended seamlessly with her skin. Still, she was objectively incredibly beautiful.
"Looks as though you're dressed up too," his lover replied, happy to make some small talk to pass the time. The simple faded-yellow dress the elder wore was nice as well. Though obviously she looked a fair bit less appealing, her husband seemed utterly in love with her by his gaze. He even took her hand faintly as he answered.
"Yes, just beautiful, isn't she? My wife always spoils me when we go out on our picnics outside of the city," he said with a chuckle, even earning a blush from the woman in question. Loid couldn't help but smile. "You should have seen her before the hair went gray, even blonder and shiner than yours sir. Oh, it made her glow like an angel in this dress!"
"You were a bit more handsome thirty years ago too you know~" she teased with a pout. One that quickly turned into a grin as he lifted her hand up, nearly to his mouth. She even tucked her chin away, averting her gaze as the younger pair snickered.
"Sarah, don't say such things, you know your visage gets more splendid with each passing day to me," he leaned in as he spoke, almost like he was pinning her against the wall in the most adorable way. All he did at the climax though was kiss her cheek.
"Come on dear, you're making them feel awkward," she said, noting the way Loid tugged at his collar and slightly flushed in his laughter. "Don't worry, we'll be out of your hair in an hour; we're off at the next stop," she promised with a wave.
Loid only laughed and assured them that their company was welcome. The four of them fell into a comfortable chatter from there, for what time they were together. Occasionally laughing as they spun their lies about the medical conference, about their lives working in a hospital, and the many stories their elders had to offer them.
It was comforting to see two people who had lived through so much still smile.
To see them genuinely content.
It made it easy to fall asleep next to his incredible partner for the rest of the trip. There wasn't much they could talk about in an uncleared space, not much that was real, and neither found the others cover identify of particular interest. Besides, they'd be missing more than a little sleep on this trip. A lesson you learned quickly in their field was to grab rest where you could.
Especially if you were going to stupidly and selfishly waste time on your own carnal pleasures during said rest time.
Or, as Fiona had phrased it, cementing their cover story for any potential eavesdroppers. If that was her excuse to moan so eagerly into his mouth almost the minute he set his suitcase down in their room, he had no complaints. Her kisses were addictive. The lips of her mouth were so soft and smooth, like some kind of solid cream that was here just for him to enjoy!
They stood there, just kissing and holding each other, for no small amount of time.
Fifteen minutes?
More?
Just being able to hold her, to embrace her so intimately, was a treat of the highest magnitude itself. With how new a privilege it was, the novelty had him stuck on it. Loid just wanted to kiss her forever. Despite how incredible and exhilarating it was to do more, to peel her clothes off and actually touch her naked body in the most intimate of ways.
Well, that thought moved things along.
His cock began to harden against her more noticeably, his groans growing deeper as the grip in his hair began tugging lightly in silent request. Taking his own jacket and clothing off first seemed like the right thing to do. Fiona had no complaints, practically drooling as she watched his sculped chest reveal itself further and further, one button at a time!
It still felt too good to be true.
Fiona had never felt so complete. Had she ever been happy at all before this? Why did she wait so long to start this if all it required was jumping into his arms on a mission and demanding he fuck her? How much time had been wasted!?
It was for that reason, her squeals sounded almost upset as he pulled her own blouse down, or maybe it was just the surprise. Either way, he undressed her with much more haste and enthusiasm. His mouth gently taking one breast in it as soon as the air touched it.
"Oh Loid," she hummed, her grip becoming more gentle on his scalp, scratching it affectionately as he worshipped her breasts. He sucked on them forever, stopping only to give a long, slow lick across the other. All the while, his hands teased and tweaked whater boob was dryer with its expert attention.
It made her giddy. There was something so intoxicating about sex for leisure, until but a week ago, she'd never done such a thing. She'd taken pleasure in it once or twice, sure, when the missions target wasn't too ugly or too selfish a lover, but none of them compared to this!
Loid, for his part, was full of pride almost as much as love. Seeing Fiona smile? That was a deed worthy of boasting, not that he had a single soul he could ever tell without immediate horrific consequences. Well, maybe Frankie, but he wasn't about to do that. For one thing it would only fill him with envy. There was a bit of pride in that knowledge too, actually. A masculine pride, pride as a man, or just as a person, which oddly enough the super spy didn't feel too often.
All his accomplishments and accolades were so tied to his work and his career.
This was different.
Of course, the physical pleasure was no small part of the delight either; his cock about twitched out of its breeches when one hand took firm hold of it. The way she squeezed just felt so affectionate, like she was admiring it, petting it. Though not particularly wanting to jizz in his dress pants, he chose that moment to shove her over the bed.
The soft mattress bounced slightly under her. In a daze, she noted her nose filled faintly with the scent of fabric and detergent before he leaned over her, both once again lost in the scent of each other. A faint, oaky scent Loid wore, a cologne that suited the beautiful specimen of nature he was perfectly in her eyes. Nose. Loid liked the smell of her too, a faint but sweet smell that pulled his grin up as he buried himself in her neck.
The kisses resumed, and so did the purring's of approval from his lovely paramour. Her pussy was soaking wet when he dipped a finger down over it, prodding him to drop his own pants without hesitation. The excitement of the moment was building as he lined up with his cock, pausing only to briefly look in her eyes and silently ask for permission.
Fiona smiled up at him, giggling as he stared at her. She then closed her lips firmly as the fucking pipe between his legs slowly shifted into her, filling her body and soul as they joined. It only furthered this feeling when he lay on top of her, gripping her hand with his. They squeezed and hummed until the growing pleasure forced them to be louder.
It was him this time who spoke up first.
"Fuck! Oh god, Fiona, you feel so incredible; you're incredible," he admitted, hurrying the words out as if to apologize for the curse that slipped out. As if she did anything but squeal in excitement at the effect she was having on him. A low, long moan was his only answer, holding him as they continued rutting in steady, shallow thrusts, Loid tickling her neck with his mouth and stroking her body with his free hand.
It almost made her feel guilty for her own lack of action.
"Oh Loid I'm cumming, I'm gonna cum around your cock, your huge cock!" she declared, tightening the arm around his neck and the walls around his rod.
Loid cursed again as he filled her.
Both laughed as they floated back to earth.
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