Love is Against the Rules [Nemesis and I]

Her lips parted slightly she half moaned, half sighed. Alias shuddered in excitement as his moist saliva cooled her bare flesh. She thrust her breast deeper into his open mouth, feeling his teeth scrape against it. At this point she was gone, lost in the oblivion of pleasure; a haze clouding her judgment. Her hands rubbed against his upper arms, fingernails raking along the muscle. Reaching up, Alias twirled a slender finger through Dean’s hair.

Alias clenched her teeth as he entered her. Her fingers clutching the sheets tightly, knuckles blanched. She instinctively gyrated her hips against his, causing a heated friction on his skin. Her entire frame felt like it had turned to JELL-O; a numbing sensation spreading through every fiber of her being. “Yessss,” she hissed, her throat constricting with a breathless gasp. Alias licked her lips attempting to ignore the wave of pleasure pulsating at her core.

Alias’ heart pounded heavily against her ribcage, threatening to explode. She knew it would only be moments before she would climax and the haze of pleasure would dissipate. Raising her arms, Alias planted both hands against his warms chest with a knowing grin. Her eyebrows tilted slightly to convey the message.

A loud moan escaped her lips as Alias felt her body go limp with the bliss of pleasure that nearly consumed her senses. Her fingers splayed across the sheets, digging into the soft surface of the mattress. She clenched her eyes tightly, teeth gritted, nearly piercing the flesh of her dry lips. Her heart resumed pounding at a rapid pace, the rush of adrenaline slowly decreasing. “That…” she gasped, the words catching in her throat like dry shells.

Alias sunk into the mattress, her body turned to mush. Her breathing was still unsteady as she regained her sense of reality. Never had she experienced anything similar to what had just occurred in previous years. But then again, Alias rarely sought out late night hook-ups in favour of simply laying low. She rolled onto her side, eyes closed.

Alias felt a smile grace her lips as she fell into a deep slumber. Usually she would have dreams, whether good or bad depended on the situation. Sometimes they would show past missions, failures, or occasionally relationships that went sour. However, this time there was nothing but pure bliss and emptiness. As she faded, she vaguely made out the sound of the clock ticking faintly in the living room.

(Sorry it's so long)

Alias was thankful her dreams were not that eventful; it gave her the opportunity to regain any lost sleep from previous nights. Although she would probably face the consequences later in the day since she had spent the night with Dean. She did not regret it however, to some degree, though the mere thought of it began to worry her. Her eyes fluttered open briefly as a thin ray of sun peeked out from behind the curtains. It had seemed like just mere minutes ago that she had finally fallen asleep. Alias attempted to close her eyes again, hopeful to remain asleep while the daze lasted. However, it seemed her mind had other ideas. She snapped open her eyes despite feeling the need to shut them again as the light temporarily blinded her. Once Alias was able to see properly, she sat up slowly, glancing around the room. It was utter chaos. Clothes were littered across the floor in crumpled heaps, her dress hung over a lamp in the living room with the light shining beneath it. They hadn’t turned it off. The wine glasses sat abandoned on the coffee table still half full. The vase Dean knocked over was shattered into fairly large fragments. Suddenly an overwhelming nausea filled her as Alias shuddered, her heart racing in panic. The memories from the night before came flooding back instantly. What have I done? she thought, hastily throwing back the covers. She was still naked, which was obvious as she did not have any pajamas in her purse; not that she believed she needed them anyway. Alias crept across the hardwood floor, careful not to wake Dean. She quickly gathered up her remaining garments, pausing to take a shirt from a nearby dresser. If she could, maybe she could return it to him. Alias tiptoed out into the living room, quickly getting dressed as she ran towards the door. She adjusted the dress which luckily wasn’t too wrecked. The shirt surprisingly smelled of lavender with made Alias frown a little but she shook her head. No, she couldn’t stay, it was too dangerous. But she still felt a little guilty for just leaving him like this, so she quickly scrawled a note on the counter before taking once last glance at his sleeping form. “Goodbye,” Alias whispered as she left, not glancing back.

Alias hurriedly raced down the empty corridor in case Dean had woken up to discover her absence. The guilt still hung over her like a storm cloud but she shook her head to clear the muddled thoughts. Connections were dangerous for SHADE agents. People ended up being targeted or kidnapped. It was not worth the risk. Her eyes glanced around as though someone were about to ambush her. Luckily nothing happened as Alias shoved the door open and emerged onto the streets. There were only a handful of cars on the road so it was not that late in the day. A few pedestrians wandered the sidewalks but they paid her no heed. This relieved Alias who hastily withdrew her cell phone from her purse. She instinctively dialed the number she was so used to remembering it had become second nature. Holding the receiver to her ear, she looked up at the sky. It was clear and surprisingly sunny. It was not that cold outside like last night. On the third ring someone answered.

“I need a lift. Sharpton St. and Jonson,” she disregarded formalities as it was not the time. She needed to get away fast. A voice on the other end replied the affirmative, relayed instructions as to the location of the pick-up, and the call ended.

“As it stands, you are the traitor, Miss Reyn,” the voice replied when Alias was stunned into silence. “However, the Director is still unsure of the evidence, and is willing to give you a single month to prove your innocence. Should you fail to do so, there will be consequences.”

Alias felt the increasing panic clench in her chest. One month to prove her innocence? It was not enough. Some missions took a week yes, but something of this magnitude surely would take months, if not years. She knew SHADE did not tolerate traitors or suspected traitors of any sort. They were amongst the highest ranking espionage organizations with a reputation to maintain. Alias would have to be on her own. They would no doubt send agents to shadow her in case she truly did defect. There was nowhere she could go without them knowing. For a moment, Alias was clueless, for the first time in years. She had no options, no immediate ideas, nothing to aid the situation.

“I understand,” she spoke firmly to hide her misery. “I will accept the mission and the resulting consequences.”
“Affirmative,” the voice said monotonously. “Head to Pier 483, there is an airlift waiting for you.”

Alias dropped the phone back into her purse with a sigh. Everything had finally come crashing down on her. She had been suspected of being a traitor, which she knew full well she was not. She had deserted the one man who actually acknowledged her more than just some pretty face. None of these were settling news to her. Alias hugged herself as she shivered, despite the car’s heated interior. One month to solve this problem. It was too much. She had few acquaintances to contact or anyone she could consider a close friend. They would track her every move. If anything even appeared suspicious the records would be held against her at the end of the month. The deadline seemed far away yet so close. The driver, a man clad in a neatly pressed suit, face adorned in tinted sunglasses, wordlessly turned into a vacant lot. A row of warehouses stood towards the left, the endless sea on the right. There were several docks, though most of them were deserted at this time in the morning. Alias could see a lone plane, maybe enough to carry ten passengers at most, situated at the end of a long, rusted pier which led straight into the murky waters below. As the car came to a halt near the plane, Alias quickly exited the vehicle. She grabbed her purse, clutching it tightly as she strode nervously towards a man who appeared to be the pilot. He nodded with so much as a response and held out his hand. She glanced around in case of an attack. When none came, she took his hand. He grinned slightly and they boarded.