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The second time was to shut her up.
He hadn't seen her in a month (that was nothing new, particularly since her lead had taken her to Mongolia, while he had made his way to Brazil). Apparently, they had both gotten wind of the exact same relic for this mission, as he just so happened to run into her on the streets of Bangkok. He greeted her with a teasing expression, eyes mischievous and twinkling with energy as they always were. She retorted with sarcasm and a deadpan, as usual. He even teased her for that, and somewhere, deep down, he wondered if this was his way of telling her he missed her.
Sometime during their search for all possible leads on this relic, they both accidentally got involved with a local street gang. It wasn't anything big; just a few thugs who thought they had more power than they actually had access to. What they did have was a tablet that they both raiders needed to enter the temple, and apparently, said gang didn't like people trying to break in and steal their stuff.
They managed to hide behind the back wall of an alleyway during their escape, with the thugs prowling, hungry for blood, on the other side. Needless to say, Aoko wasn't too happy with him, because this had been his plan and he had almost gotten them killed and if they had just listened to her, they wouldn't be in this situation. Her voice was a frantic whisper, so he was sure the thugs couldn't hear her, but it was still irritating.
Who had given her the right to lecture him, anyway? It didn't matter that she might be right, or that the odd curl that fell over her eyes made her look strangely attractive. It didn't matter that watching her reload her weapon with such ease it looked like she had been around firearms her entire life amplified that; and it certainly didn't matter that those khaki shorts revealed too much of her upper leg for comfort. And it definitely, definitely didn't matter that, in that shirt, no one would be able to question how gifted Aoko was in the curves department.
Mid-sentence, he leaned in to cut her off, catching her open-mouthed in a kiss so thorough her words drifted away to nothing; in one ear, and quickly out of the other. He hadn't had the chance to really explore how she tasted back in the desert, and one of the few coherent thoughts he had as he kissed her and felt her hand curl into his shirt in response and his stomach turning with want and need and desire (holy hell where had that come from) was she tastes like vanilla.
He pulled away, quickly reminded her they were still being pursued and that talking would give away their position, and darted out to the other side of the wall to take care of their enemies, leaving her dazed and wide-eyed and pink-cheeked and beautiful behind him.
That would teach her.
He hadn't seen her in a month (that was nothing new, particularly since her lead had taken her to Mongolia, while he had made his way to Brazil). Apparently, they had both gotten wind of the exact same relic for this mission, as he just so happened to run into her on the streets of Bangkok. He greeted her with a teasing expression, eyes mischievous and twinkling with energy as they always were. She retorted with sarcasm and a deadpan, as usual. He even teased her for that, and somewhere, deep down, he wondered if this was his way of telling her he missed her.
Sometime during their search for all possible leads on this relic, they both accidentally got involved with a local street gang. It wasn't anything big; just a few thugs who thought they had more power than they actually had access to. What they did have was a tablet that they both raiders needed to enter the temple, and apparently, said gang didn't like people trying to break in and steal their stuff.
They managed to hide behind the back wall of an alleyway during their escape, with the thugs prowling, hungry for blood, on the other side. Needless to say, Aoko wasn't too happy with him, because this had been his plan and he had almost gotten them killed and if they had just listened to her, they wouldn't be in this situation. Her voice was a frantic whisper, so he was sure the thugs couldn't hear her, but it was still irritating.
Who had given her the right to lecture him, anyway? It didn't matter that she might be right, or that the odd curl that fell over her eyes made her look strangely attractive. It didn't matter that watching her reload her weapon with such ease it looked like she had been around firearms her entire life amplified that; and it certainly didn't matter that those khaki shorts revealed too much of her upper leg for comfort. And it definitely, definitely didn't matter that, in that shirt, no one would be able to question how gifted Aoko was in the curves department.
Mid-sentence, he leaned in to cut her off, catching her open-mouthed in a kiss so thorough her words drifted away to nothing; in one ear, and quickly out of the other. He hadn't had the chance to really explore how she tasted back in the desert, and one of the few coherent thoughts he had as he kissed her and felt her hand curl into his shirt in response and his stomach turning with want and need and desire (holy hell where had that come from) was she tastes like vanilla.
He pulled away, quickly reminded her they were still being pursued and that talking would give away their position, and darted out to the other side of the wall to take care of their enemies, leaving her dazed and wide-eyed and pink-cheeked and beautiful behind him.
That would teach her.