Stats: Written: 2/19/18; Prompt: The Modern Typewriter; Time: 30 min. max – N/A

Prompt: It was strange to see their mentor normally buttoned up to the nine, in a state of unbuttoned relaxation. A hoodie, faded sweats. Soft-looking. It felt like a sight they were never supposed to see and it was instantly addicting. Mesmerizing.

She crawled into bed beside him, friskily playing with his chest hairs. She could still recall when he was just a boy, a teenager, unsure of what to say and how to say it. Five years later and nothing had changed except now, she was lying next to him, feeling safe and wanted. Nothing she had ever felt in the past, even with the sweet boy who had showered her with gifts and compliments.

Granted, that had been a month after breaking up with the man beside her and four months after that, that same man came knocking on her door, apologizing, not to win her back, but because he had wanted to, at least, say how sorry he was for hurting her.

It didn’t take long for her to be at his door, wanting to give them a second shot. While being showered with gifts was nice, it didn’t make a relationship last very long.

Rolling over to her side, she pulled him into a sweet kiss. He pulled back, settling down with her in his arms. She kissed at his neck, trailing upward to nip at his chin. He let her do as she pleased, closing his eyes. Trying again, she molded her body to his, kissing below his ear.

Frustrated by his lack of response, she pulled back, “tired?”

“Not particularly.” She frowned at that.

“Okay…”

“Is something bothering you?” He was usually quick to pick up on her moods, but she always suspected that. It stemmed from the parts of his life she knew nothing about from his earlier life to the life he led now. However, she also figured asking was his way of confirming her moods.

“A little bit.” When he didn’t speak, she continued, “well… generally, guys kind of take that as a sign for…” He continued to remain silent and she sighed. “For sex.”

“Oh…”

“I mean if you don’t want to or want to wait, that’s fine. Just, well you know, say it.” An uncomfortable silence fell over them. After a while, she turned over planning on only sleeping that night.

He scooted over, playing his chest to her back and kissing her shoulder.

“Please follow my lead here.” He guided her on her back, keeping her protectively below him. His kisses were stiff, and while he may seem relaxed, she could feel his muscles coiled under her fingertips.

As he kissed his way down her neck, she whispered in his ear, “what’s going on?” She wrapped her legs around his waist, playing along, but she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her when he pressed himself against her.

“We’re being watched.” A cold chill ran through her, icing any desire she may have had. Granted, it didn’t stay iced for long when she felt his bulge moving against her.

“And you think getting me hot and bothered is going to help any?” He laughed breathlessly in her ear.

“Sorry. When I tell you to, slip quietly from under me. Grab your shoes and purse, okay?” She only hummed in response, savoring how his tongue danced across her collarbone. Right now, she wished he’d be using that talent elsewhere like he had shown her before.

He placed his cheek next to hers, tenderly, before he told her to go. She did as she was told.

He jumped off the bed, grabbing his gun from the nightstand and engaging with the men that burst down his front door seconds later. When he came back, he handed her a jacket and grabbed some filed he stashed in his closet.

“Here, you can put them in my purse.” He didn’t argue but stuffed them inside and helped her out the fire escape. By the time back arrived, they were trekking across the city, the intended target safely in her purse.

“You’re hurt, aren’t you?” She kept her voice low, gripping his hand tightly in her own.

“Grazed. Promise.” He kissed her cheek quickly, keeping her close to his side just in case they were attacked.

Their boss’s mansion was twenty miles out of the city limits and heavily fortified if excluding that minor break in five years back.

He managed to get them to car randomly sitting in an alleyway. Except it wasn’t. He had placed it there for emergencies.

“Are we okay now?” Her question tightened his gut.

“We will be.” He didn’t want to admit the possibility that they could have attacked the house. If that were to happen, they’d have nowhere to go, except to hit the road and hope.

That option didn’t favor them so much.

When the guards let them through, he relaxed a bit.

Walking in, their boss greeted them, walking down his grand staircase.

It was strange for him to see his mentor, normally buttoned up to the nine, in a state of unbuttoned relaxation. A hoodie, some faded sweat. Actually soft looking. It felt wrong to see him as such yet, it also felt like he was casually welcoming his son home. He hadn’t looked to have been exercising…

“You looked dumb-founded. I can wear sweats, you know.”

He didn’t let it unbalance him and quickly returned with a witty remark of his own.

“Oh! But do you know the definition of jeans? I can pull up a wiki-how on how to use them for you if you’d like.”

The man snorted, his lips barely quirking up in a smile.

His girlfriend beside him covered her mouth to keep from laughing and looked elsewhere to avoid any sort of eye contact.

“What brings you here this… early in the morning? You told me you wanted your own place.” He sent a meaningful glance at the young lady who continued to avoid his eye.

“We were attacked.” He grabbed the folder from her purse and handed them over. “My apartment isn’t secure anymore.” Their boss cursed, taking the files.

“Alright. Why don’t you take your lady friend upstairs to rest while I plan our next move. I’ll call you in the morning.” All fun aside, he took the files to his office, leaving the couple to head to bed.

“So, this use to be your room?” She followed him to the bathroom where he bandaged himself up, refusing her help.

“Yeah. Sometimes I sleep here after a… trip.” She kissed his cheek, smiling at the censorship.

“I’m going to crawl into bed. Join me when you're ready.” He stopped her, releasing her as soon as he had her attention.

“You’re not scared? What happened didn’t faze you?” Patiently, she kissed his forehead.

“Of course I’m scared and anxious, but I’ve known you for about five years now and I trust you. I didn’t accept my job without knowing the risks. I see confidential material fly into my lap almost every day and not all of it is legal. I may have been shielded as an intern, but I knew the consequences of going to work and sitting in that cubicle every day.” She gave him a goodnight peck to the lips and left him to his thoughts.

A few minutes later, he slipped in next to her, shooting himself over to spoon her from behind.

“I’ve never had sex before.”

“I kind of figured.” She turned herself around to face him in the dark. “Granted, we’ve never taken it all the way…You’ve never slept with anyone? Not even when we broke up?”

“I’m sure you’ve noticed socializing is not my strong suit. I grew up mainly talking to him and as you can guess, talking to our boss isn’t like talking with a random stranger on the street. It was too awkward for me to try.” He shifted, placing his chin on top of her head. “Besides, why would I go sleep with someone else when you’re right here?”

“Obviously don’t when you’re with me, but if the why is just awkwardness, why are you hesitant with me?” After minutes that felt like hours of dead silence, she turned on a lamp to see his face. He turned away from her, just a second too late as she saw how red his face was.

“I’m not going to think you’re inept or something.” She cuddled up behind him, wrapping her arms around him. He didn’t respond. “I mean I already know all the wicked things you can do with your tongue.” Her attempt to get him to open up only seemed to embarrass him further. “I know you’ve had the talk and all you have to do is ask.”

“I doubt it’s that easy…” She hummed in denial, understanding where he was coming from.

“Just ask me.” She smiled as he turned over to kiss her.

“Is this asking?” His lips hovered above her own, teasingly.

“Not quite…” He kissed her, widening her smile as his hands gently cupped her face.

“May I?” Growling as he pulled away once more, she grabbed his hands and pulled him on top of her, retaking the position they had back in his apartment.

He confidently moved, teased, and tasted her, up until she began to note his hesitancy, especially once they both were bare. Instead of teasing him or mocking him as he expected, she helped to guide him, letting him take his time in setting a pace and gain his confidence.

She held him close, eventually meeting him on every thrust.

When he came, he bit the pillow right next to her to keep himself dead silent lest the other occupant hear them. She laughed quietly in his ear, using her body to milk him dry. Even though finished, he remained above her, not yet surrendering his weight.

“Good?” She gave him a toothy grin, coaxing him into a more relaxed position.

“Yeah…”

“I sense a ‘but’ coming, so I’m going to stop you right there. This is just about you right now.” She ran her hands up and down his back, giving him chills.

It wasn’t too long before he was back in action, but this time, he took a much different approach.

“If that was my time, now should be yours.” The glint in his eyes was unmistakable as he worked his way down her body. “It just might take all night.”

She would have laughed had he not reached between her thighs already. His tongue caused the most pleasurable ripples throughout her.

It would be a long night. Not either of them minded.

The next morning, he headed into the kitchen, intending to make them some breakfast. He found his boss seated at the table, munching on a cereal bar.

“Take a granola. You have to hit the road.” He threw the plastic wrapped bar at him. “I’ve ordered her a lovely breakfast and some clothes.” The man smirked at his old student’s well-hidden surprise. “I’ll take care of her. No worries.” He nodded to the door. “Go do your job.”

At the order, he hurried out of the kitchen, taking two steps at a time. He dressed and left her a quick note so she wouldn’t wake surprised. At this point, the young man only hoped the man sitting downstairs wouldn't embarrass him.

Who was he kidding? Of course, that old man would.