Love is Against the Rules [Nemesis and I]

"I would like that," she smiled. Thoughts of how reckless the notion was were pushed aside. SHADE wouldn't bother with her, she was disposable, like other agents. They would not support her claims against the betrayals. It was simple in their eyes: you shut up, do your job and get paid. There were no emotional attachments involved. If an another agent did not serve as a witness and testified, you were on your own. "It has been so long since anyone has given me so much as the time of day"

Alias bit her lip as a low moan threatened to escape her lips. She did not want to give him the satisfaction of complying with his actions; not yet at least. It was too soon. Alias shuddered as each bite sent heat waves to her core. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of his neck, leaving miniscule crescent shaped indents. She clenched her teeth painfully as his hands stroked her, the tiniest of whimpers passed her lips. Alias felt her breathing becoming labored from the steady kisses as she draped one slender leg around his waist. "You...are rather good with your hands," she hissed.

She gasped, her whole body becoming numb with pleasure. Heated radiated through her slender form as her hips gyrated against him. Her fingers clenched tightly on the fabric of his shirt, straining the seams. A low humming noise emitted from her throat as a tiny smile graced her lips. Alias leaned on his chest, trailing her tongue along the base of his jawline while her one hand unbuttoned the top buttons near his collar. She dragged a manicured fingernail across his flesh, leaving a sliver of a crimson line imprinted on his skin.

Alias titled her head back so her hair brushed against her bare back. She shivered slightly upon contact. Desire unlike anything she had ever experienced overwhelmed her senses. The thrill of the moment was the only thing on her mind as she claimed his lips once more. Her teeth grazed his tongue, but no enough to draw blood. Alias felt her eyes rolling in their sockets with anticipation and broke the kiss. “Maybe…we should find somewhere…more comfortable…” she breathed, her legs threatening to buckle beneath her.

Alias glanced around the ambient bedroom. The bed was much larger than she had thought it out to be. Its yellow sheets were rather amusing. She sauntered towards him and straddled his lap, arms draped around his neck. A bemused grin pulled at her red lips as Alias pressed her chest against his torso. “So, where were we?” she whispered, leaning so that their faces were mere inches apart.

“Is that so?” she laughed. Alias was used to strange circumstances, being completely unclothed did not bother her as much. Unfortunately, a stray thought snuck its way into her consciousness. Does he think I’m beautiful? She wondered, her thoughts wandering. Alias was tempted for a small second to pull away but she ignored the idea. At the moment, she didn’t want this moment to end. She rubbed her slender frame against him, deepening the kiss. After a few seconds she pulled back. "Maybe we should change that," Alias grinned, moving her hands towards his shirt.

She grinned once more, turning her attention towards unbuttoning his shirt. Alias ever so slowly pulling each button as to drag on time. Shifting her position, she yanked the remaining buttons, all but ripping the article of clothing off his muscular frame and tossing it aside haphazardly. She felt a rush of adrenaline as she laid eyes on Dean’s bare torso. Alias traced the contours in his skin, dragging her fingernails along his flesh. "Nice," she muttered, reaching for his belt buckle.

Alias deftly pulled the metal buckle, sliding the leather strap away and slowly pulled the zipper down, her eyes glittered with anticipation. She quickly freed his legs from the designer pants and threw them behind her to join the discarded shirt in a crumpled heap. Turning back to Dean, Alias raised an eyebrow slyly as she hooked her slender fingers around the waistband of his boxers. With one expert tug, she tore them off in an instant.