"There's a damn hot lass who walked into Price's office just minutes ago," Soap whispered to Simon, amusement filled his voice.
When Simon didn't give any response, he continued "She looked pissed. Wonder what that could be. Could be trouble in paradise for those two." clearly Soap would be the one to wanting to figure things out, whenever it was about rumors or some spicy behind the scenes, he would be first to sniff around.
Simon gave a brief glance at Soap before returning his eyes to his phone. Lieutenant Riley wasn't the one to give a second thought about other people's private lives.
Soap was still ranting about the drop dead gorgeous, pissed off woman who walked into Price's office when he suddenly stopped at the sound of high heels clicking at the ground.
That made Simon raise his eyes from phone. As soon as his gaze met hers, his jaw clenched, eyes widened a bit in surprise.
Tight fit jeans, white blouse and black suit jacket complimented her body well. It was hard to tear eyes away from her.
"Do you think she's his girlfriend? Or what is she doing here?" Soap leaned closer to Simon, both of their eyes still on the woman.
"She's from Counterintelligence." Simon grunted.
Soap's head snapped to look at him "How do you know mate?"
"She's my bloody wife" Simon got up from the seat, leaving Soap dumbfounded as he made his way towards the woman.
Sahali stopped when she met Simon halfway, her arms coming up to cross over her chest and she had tilted her head back just slightly to make eye contact with him. There wasn't a lot of height difference between them, though her heels gave her a little bit of an edge.
"You smiling under that mask?" She asked, her tone clear that she wasn't happy.
"No." Simon said, his gaze was fixed on her face, studying her expression to figure out what's making those eyes of hers look so sharp and filled with irritation.
He wasn't a man who smiled easily or at all. If he's being honest with himself, there hadn't been a lot in his life to smile about. But, that doesn't mean he can't make *her* smile. That he does do.
"What are you doin' here?" He leaned closer to her, his voice low enough for just her to hear.
"I'm here because I need your team's help." Sahali glanced at Soap who was on-looking from his sat position not too far from them then back to Simon. "Rescue mission. I can't say all the details here."
Her tongue peeked out to wet her lips, lips that had a deep cherry color thanks to her lipstick.
Simon's eyes followed the movement of her tongue, watching as it moistened the pretty, crimson red glossed lips. He knew Soap was watching them, and could probably see the shift in Simon's eyes, probably could even see the heat in the gaze. Ignoring Soap, he leaned closer to Sahali again, his voice dropped, tone lower.
"You look like you're in a mood." He said, as if he was stating the obvious.
"I am." Her eyes squinted subtly and again her tongue wet her lips. "The mission is not good."
"I can see that." He hummed, his gaze dropped to her slightly parted lips again. Seeing those pink buds, he was fighting the urge to lean just a few inches closer and have a taste of the cherry gloss. Sweet.
"Tell me about it." He said, still looking at her lips.
Sahali shook her head. "Can't. Not here. The debrief is in 40…" She caught on to Simon's gaze, looking at her lips rather than her eyes. What a guy.
"Or," she said, maybe with a little too much excitement than she wanted to give, "I can "debrief" you some in your office."
Simon's eyes flitted up to meet hers at the change in her demeanor, a hint of intrigue and desire in his gaze. His mind worked fast, weighing the risks and benefits of her offer.
"In my office then." He said gruffly, his voice low and filled with anticipation. He turned on his heels, moving towards his office, but not before gesturing for her to follow.
As she joined him, he shot a glance at Soap, who was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Salith fought back the urge to smirk and followed her husband to his office, not paying any mind to Soap as she walked past him.
When they reached his office and she stepped inside, her arms came uncrossed and her expression relaxed just a fraction.
Simon followed her, closing the door behind them. As soon as they were alone, in the small, cozy office, he let himself relax a bit as well.
His eyes lingered on her form for a few moments before he spoke, a hint of amusement in his voice. "So, you wanted to "debrief" me," he leaned against the side of his heavy wooden desk, arms crossing over his chest.
A quiet hum of a chuckle came from her lips and she stepped over to Simon, taking her black suit jacket off and tossing it over the back of one of the chairs in his office. "I do," she purred, pressing herself lightly against him.
Her hands ran up his sides and she brought her face close to his. "You look good in uniform, you know that?"
As she pressed herself against him, he felt a slight shiver run up his spine. Her touch, her proximity, it was like a spark igniting his instincts. He let out a low, guttural sound in response to her compliment, his eyes fixing on her face.
"Do I?" He asked, a hint of humor in his gruff voice. His hands moved to her hips, gripping them firmly, keeping her in place. Her presence was driving him crazy.
Sahali smiled and her hands came to hike up his skull mask, just enough to get lower face visible. Her lips pressed against his bare neck slowly before trailing her tongue up to his jawline.
Simon let out a low growl when her lips touched his neck and her tongue trailed up his jawline. His hands tightened on her hips, pulling her even closer to him, their bodies molding together. He could feel her warm breath on his skin, sending jolts of pleasure through his body.
"Don't start something you can't finish," he warned her, his voice rough and full of desire.
"We have 40 minutes," Sahali kissed along Simon's jawline and she brought one hand down to undo the belt that was keeping his pants up. "I think it's plenty of time."
"40 minutes, huh? Sounds like a challenge." He said, a hint of a smirk in his voice as he watched her work on his belt. His breathing grew heavier, his eyes darkening with each passing second.
He leaned closer to her, his mouth hovering just above her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "I think we can make the best use of those 40 minutes."
Once her hand unbuckled his belt, Sahali kissed her lips to his gently as her hand unzipped the zipper on his pants.
"Good," she whispered, "glad we're on the same page."
As her hand unzipped his pants, he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue past her lips, tasting her. His hands roamed her body greedily, exploring every inch of her curves. All caution and restraint was thrown to wind, replaced with a primal, lustful desire to feel her, to have her.
He pulled away, capturing her gaze with his, his eyes darkened with an intensity that would make anyone shiver. "The things I want to do to you." He growled, his voice rough.
Sahali inhaled sharply, a shiver running up her spine at his words. She was getting excited, "Let's lay it out on the desk, shall we?"
With her play on words, she stepped around to be behind Simon's desk and took off her heels, followed by her jeans, and she sat atop his desk with a burning desire in her eyes.
Simon followed her movement with his gaze, watching as she stripped off her jeans and sat on his desk. His jaw clenched at the sight of her, her body on display for him.
His eyes wandered over her form, taking in her curves like a hungry wolf. "You're such a tease," he said, his voice thick with desire.
He closed the distance between them, planting his hands on either side of her on the desk, caging her in. He leaned in to press a hot kiss to her neck, his teeth grazing her flesh.
A soft but pleasured moan came from her lips as Simon kissed her neck. "Then do something about it, guy," she taunted him while she moved one hand to his unzipped pants to touch him.
Her touch sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, his breath hitched. He growled against her neck, his lips moving along the sensitive skin.
"Careful what you're asking for," he warned, his voice rough. "Because once I start, I won't be able to stop."
He pulled away from her neck, his gaze locking onto her eyes, dark with desire. He let her hand wander his pants, as his hand moved up her thighs, his fingers tracing teasing circles on her skin.
"Don't play with me, hun," she purred in his ear, placing a kiss just below it. "We're down to 35 minutes. Better make good use of it."
Her lips kissed along his jaw until she reached his lips, hungrily kissing him.
He growled against her lips, his hand sliding up her thigh until it reached the edge of her underwear. He teased the fabric with his fingers, his lips moving to her neck again, leaving a trail of kisses down her throat. His hand moving down to her inner thigh, just inches away from her core, and he growled against her skin, "We better get to the point then."
Sahali leaned back to give her husband more room and she brought her hips closer to the edge of the desk. "I like the sound of that."
In quick movements, Sahali pulled down Simon's pants and boxers to his knees before he pushed her underwear to the side and brought himself to her.
Her hands went to his shoulders, holding on tightly as he came so close to her. He could feel her warmth, her eager desire for him, and it drove him insane.
He leaned in, his chest pressed against hers, his mouth right next to her ear. "You're so impatient," he whispered, his breath hot on her skin. He was so close to giving in her, to give into the burning desire.
"And I love it."
Sahali let out an amused hum with a small smile on her lips as he pushed into her, her eyes looking up at him with burning desire. As his hips rocked back and forth against her, the desk started to creak blending in with her quiet moans and sighs.
Simon's eyes were fixed on her face, drinking in her expressions, the way her lips parted with each sigh, the way her eyelids fluttered, and the way her cheeks flushed. He could feel her tightness around him, her heat enveloping him, and it took everything in him not to lose control.
Her cunt dripped down onto his desk, coating his cock as he rocked his hips back and forth with steady movements. Each draw back made Simon shudder with pleasure and each time he snapped his hips forward, a moan came from Sahali's lips.
"You look so beautiful," he murmured, his hand coming up to brush her hair back from her face. "But you're making it impossible for me to be gentle."
She brought one hand from his shoulder to his face that was still half covered by his skull balaclava, her thumb running along his bottom lip. "I don't want you to be gentle," she said through a soft moan. "Let's break your desk."
Her words were like fuel to the fire, igniting his desire even more. He was holding back, trying to maintain some form of control. But now, he was tempted to let loose, to give in to the wild, untamed animal within him.
With a sharp exhale, he gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her skin. "You asked for it." He growled before pulling out of her and roughly flipping her around and came back, pushing his cock back into her.
Her head snapped back with a loud moan and she bit down on her lower lip as his movements got harder and faster, letting out moans and hums. Sahali glanced back, watching him fuck her from behind and it made her walls squeeze.
His hands roamed. Her body, taking in the feel of her, the way she moved against him. He had lost all control at this point, consumed by the wild desire he had for her.
He leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back, his breath hot on her neck. His teeth grazed her skin as he muttered between breaths, "This what you wanted, darling? This what you wanted all along?"
Simon's voice in her ear while he moved against her with steady force made her moan louder than before and throw her head back, her fingers scratching his wooden desk.
"Yes — keep going," Sahali closed her eyes, her body heating up and getting closer to release.
His breath hitched as her moans got louder, and the sound of her scratching the desk only edged him on further, his animalistic instincts taking over.
With a sharp intake of breath, he increased the pace, his grip on her hips getting firmer. He nuzzled his face into her neck, his voice rough and heavy with desire. "You're almost there, aren't you, darling?" He said huskily against her skin, his breath warm on her ear. "You're close, I can feel it."
Sahali shuddered, feeling the tingles of release course through her body. "Fuck — come with me," she moaned. Her knees started to buckle as her climax was on the edge.
As he felt her approach her orgasm, the sounds of her moans sending him over the edge, he let out a low, guttural grunt, his body tensing. He slammed into her once, twice, three times before tipping over the edge with a low, drawn-out moan, his release mingling with hers.
He clung onto her tightly, his face buried in the crook of her neck, his body shuddering as he gasped for air. "Bloody hell..." he groaned, his body stilling as he held her close to him.
Sahali shivered as her release came down, mixing with Simon's in tandem. Soft hums left her lips as the high from her release was coming down. Heavy breaths coming from her, too.
She stayed still, her body providing her husband a bit of structure as he clung to her, feeling the heat coming off his body as well as the heavy beating of his heart in his chest.
He stayed like that for a few moments, his face nestled against her neck, his body still trembling a little. He could feel her pulse steadily slowing down, her breathing becoming more even.
After a while, he managed to compose himself enough to pull back and let go of her. He took a step back, giving her space to turn around and face him. He leaned against the desk, the only item keeping him from collapsing.
"That was... intense." He murmured, his gaze never leaving her face.
Sahali smiled, lazily pulling on her underwear and jeans before stepping closer to him. One of her hands found his chest while the other reached up to hold one side of his face, still half covered by his skull mask.
"That was fun," she purred before kissing his lips with a lazy hunger.
Simon smirked lazily at her words as he watched her dress herself, his body still recovering from the intensity of their moment.
Her touch on his chest, her kiss against his lips, it sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. He reached up to hold the hand on his face, his thumb stroking her knuckles with a soft gentleness.
He let out a low hum in response to her kiss, pulling her closer, wanting to feel her against him once more.
"I could get used to this, you know," he murmured against her lips.
"I know. I could, too." She spoke softly before glancing down at the dainty watch on her wrist. "A shame that we can't. We have five minutes before that briefing."
Simon followed her gaze and his eyes landed on the watch on her wrist as well. 5 minutes. Not nearly enough time to regain his composure.
He let out a grumble, his jaw clenching with frustration as he nodded reluctantly, accepting their reality. "I could use another ten minutes," he muttered gruffly, his grip on her hand tightening slightly, as if unwilling to let her go just yet.
Sahali smiled but stepped away to gather the heels she had kicked off and put them back on. "Yes, but the quicker this brief is finished, the quicker you and I can meet at home for round 2."
As she stood back up, hair slightly messed up from their activity, she winked and started walking towards the door.
Simon watched as she readied herself, his gaze following her every move with a mixture of desire and frustration. The thought of round 2 back at home was certainly appealing, but the thought of this brief was less so.
He brought a hand up to pull down his mask all the way again, his breathing still normalizing from their earlier activity. He pushed himself off the desk and started fixing his appearance.
"You're going to be the death of me, I swear," he said, a hint of amused resignation in his voice.
"You did marry me; till death do us part, love," she teased and blew him a kiss before she left his office, heading over to where the briefing would be held.
As Sahali blew him a kiss and left his office, his gaze followed her until she was out the door. A mixture of affection and resignation washed over him.
He let out a soft chuckle, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Till death do us part, eh?" he muttered to himself. "You're lucky I love you."
With a final adjustment to his clothes, he left his office, steeling himself for the briefing, and whatever questions or surprised looks might come his way.
During the brief, Sahali was standing next to Price, the team's captain, aiding in explanation of the mission.
Soap, who was sitting next to Simon, couldn't stop looking between married pair. Still in disbelief that his close friend was married, especially to a smoke show from Counter Intelligence.
"Why'd you nev'er tell me you were married, mate?" Soap asked, quietly and leaned over slightly.
Simon's eyes flicked to Soap for a moment, noticing the surprise and disbelief on his face. He let out a low sigh and leaned in closer to Soap.
"It's complicated, Soap," he replied in a hushed tone, his gaze moving back to the briefing, where Sahali was speaking. "It was something I wanted to keep private, for personal reasons."
He paused for a moment, his expression growing a bit more serious, a hint of defensiveness in his eyes. "Besides, Sahali and I, we keep our personal lives separate from work. It's better that way."
Soap's gazed flickered over to Sahali, letting his friend'd words really settle into his mind.
"I get'cha… I'd do the same." Soap crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back into the chair he was sitting in. "You'll at least tell me if you're havin' a babe, right?" He suddenly asked.
Simon's gaze lingered on Sahali a little longer before turning back to Soap, one eyebrow slightly raised at the sudden question. "A babe?" he repeated, a hint of surprise on his face.
He let out a low sigh before answering, "If we ever decide to have a kid, I'll let you know, but don't hold your breath, alright?" His tone had a subtle edge of defensiveness, as if he was cautious about the topic.
The smile on Soap's face, despite what he'd been just told, was giddy. "You say that; wait till your missus leaves you no choice," he quietly snickers.
Simon rolled his eyes in response, a hint of irritation evident in his expression. "Oh, sod off, Soap," he retorted, his tone sharp and dismissive.
He didn't appreciate the implication that Sahali would force him into having a kid, and he also didn't appreciate Soap's giddiness about it. He shifted in his seat, his jaw clenching slightly as he attempted to focus on his briefing again.
Soap could hear the irritation in Simon's voice and his giddy expression left. "Wait… do you not want kids?" Somehow, his voice got softer when he asked.
Simon's gaze flickered back to Soap, his expression conflicted. The topic of kids was clearly a touchy one for him.
"It's... complicated," he answered after a moment's pause, his tone almost weary. "It's not that I don't want them, per se. It's just..."
He trailed off, his words catching in his throat. He looked down at his hands, his fingers drumming on the table. "I have my own issues, Soap. Demons I'd rather not pass down to a kid."
While Soap understood where his friend was coming from completely, his eyes traveled toward Sahali.
"Does she know that, mate?" A genuine question.
Simon followed Soap's gaze to Sahali. His eyes lingered on her for a moment, a mixture of affection and hesitation in his gaze.
"Yeah, she knows," he replied softly, his voice unusually quiet. "She knows about my past, my demons. But...she's stubborn."
He let out a soft huff of amusement, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "She always says that I'm too hard on myself, that I deserve a family of my own. That I'd make a great dad..."
The brief was finishing, Price taking the lead now and giving a rough explanation of strategy for the mission.
Soap shrugged his shoulders. "You married 'er for a reason, mate. There's substance in tha'," he smile and lightheartedly nudged Simon's arm with his elbow.
Simon glanced at Price momentarily, his mind starting to shift back into mission mode. But then Soap's nudge brought his attention back to his friend.
He chuckled softly at Soap's words. "Yeah, there's substance," he agreed, a hint of affection in his voice. "She's got her stubbornness and fire. But...she's also got a good head on her shoulders."
His gaze drifted back to Sahali, his gaze lingering on her a bit longer this time. She was still involved in the briefing, her attention fully on Price's instructions.
