Kuala Lumpur

Title: Kuala Lumpur
Author: CG
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Disclaimer: Alias is owned by ABC, Touchstone, and is the creation of JJ Abrams and Bad Robot productions.
Spoilers: None that I know of.
Summary: Sequel to ‘Algeria’. The second meeting of Simon and Julia.
Ship: Simon/Julia
Rating: NC-17.

A/N - This is unbeta'd so any errors or roughness is all mine.


“I’m ready,” her dark crimson lips whispered near his ear after they’d slowly unwrapped themselves from the thick straw protruding from her glass.

Ever the tease, she was.

Then again, he’d decided more than a week ago, that Julia Thorne was about the most accomplished tease he’d ever met. There was no doubt she’d had the supple twosome pucker then suck every last drop of liquid from the glass with such languorous ease intentionally. It would be exactly like her, after all. If not for having that knowledge of her beforehand alone, he should have put in more preparation for her and her charms.

Grimacing, he subtly adjusted the stiffness in his pants. Right. No one could ever be that prepared.

“Which way are we headed?” she asked over the sound of the congregating crowd.

He smiled, cutting off every single raunchy reply that first came to mind. Oh he, too, was ready, and knew exactly where he wanted to head. A bathroom stall, a dark corner, in the swarm of bodies on the dance floor. He’d make due with any place she chose. Instead, he lifted his chin to point toward the rear of the club, their pathway being the dance floor.

Squeezing his collarbone, she pushed out of his embrace, leaving the side of his body that she’d occupied since they’d arrived cold with her absence.

Simon watched Julia’s stealthy gait, each seductive step seeming to be in time with the music, as she set out to the dance floor in front of him. Well, to be brutally honest he watched the jiggle of her ass as it swayed and the stretching of leather that melded to her curves. Her easy stride was so smooth that he could barely stand to take his eyes off of her. But in order for this job to be successful, unlike Algeria, he knew that he needed to. Fast.

He’d planned this one much better than the last, or at least he’d decided to make a conscious effort to not err on the side of greed. He’d spent nearly the entire week holed up in his apartment, confirming and clarifying with this job’s contacts, gathering pertinent intel on the building’s layout and most convenient exits, hacking into databases for the nightly schedule of his target, Yeonjin Roh, and, the kicker, accommodating his team members with their every whim.

Or to be more precise, team member. Singular.

Not that he’d needed to go above and beyond for his hired hands. Not that he’d ever given it even a thought before. And certainly not that Julia Thorne had even wanted to be catered to. But for reasons he didn’t want to acknowledge, he had done it anyway. Up to the ritzy hotel suite she’d protested him reserving for her.

He shook himself out those unwanted thoughts and fixed his black leather Kangol cap to further shadow his eyes. A right hand associate was better kept happy, no? And if she carried this one off with the same amount of skill as she had the last, a right hand to him she could very well be indeed.

“He spends most of his time in the VIP section, in front of you, to your left. The best table is in the back corner,” Simon spoke over the rowdy crowd when he caught up with her.

He reached out to guide her by the small of her back through the hordes of young adults who were crammed on the nightclub’s dance floor. Both of them were continually knocked around as the kids bounced and tweaked their bodies along to the pulsing rhythm of techno. The sound of the shit was almost as jarring as the elbows he took to his body. His fingers grew uncomfortably warm and sweaty with the extended contact with her bare skin. Then again maybe that was just his imagination. It had been pretty overactive lately.

I highly recommend you come over here and fuck me.

Thoughts like that were exactly his problem. Remembering the bits of their short time together in Algeria had distracted him far too much over the past week. Never had he met a woman as in charge of her professional life as she was of her life behind closed doors. Julia was hard, calculating, frank, hard…

His body sprang to life for the umpteenth time in seven days. Bugger. It was almost out of control.

But he could swear from the first moment that they’d reconnected in Kuala Lumpur they’d had this incendiary energy between them. Each time she so much as looked at him sparks of fire festered and bounced from her body back to his like metal bashing against metal. And God forbid he even touch her, like he was foolishly doing right now. It was distracting, a completely unwanted sensation while he was working. Sex could wait until later.

Yeah. Sure. Somebody obviously forgot to relay that information to his dick.

With her wavy blood auburn hair reaching just below the swell of her breasts, a wig no doubt, and her pale skin that seemed to glow in the black light, she sort of reminded him of a character in a book that he had read a few years back. Something about the hair color, the skin, and fey royalty. He shrugged. It didn’t matter the details, those features combined with her skintight black leather pants, a six-inch wide strap of black leather the only material on her upper body, strapping in her tits, and what appeared to be the same black stiletto boots she’d worn the last time he’d seen her, helped prove his memory right of how utterly hot Julia was.

Any healthy bloke’s dream come true.

Which was why he needed her. Not for his own use, he’d told himself repeatedly after she’d left the motel room in Algeria, but for her specific skill: assassin – clean, precise, and discreet. And more than beautiful enough to reach even the most guarded of targets. Like a Korean computer genius and Anime fanatic, who was holding the code to a computer virus that could render the right systems inoperable. And who coincidently also had a penchant for redheads. Very young redheads.

Whether in character or not, he slid his hand from the small of Julia’s back down to her ass, squeezing the firm cheek that filled his hand, the temptation to touch her familiar body ended up being too much. She flipped her head around for a quick moment, smiling that cock-stirring smile of hers, and just as fast she turned back to her course. Well, maybe he did have a little more motivn fon for her being here than that one specific skill.

His chest brushed Julia’s back as she suddenly stopped at the bare end of the crowd, in plain view of Roh and his party. She didn’t move even an inch from him, but leaned back into the hard plains of his chest. He let her relax into him as his body welcomed the warmth. It was all fine up until she shifted her hips and rubbed her ass across his pelvis.

“Shit,” Simon hissed in her ear, and watched her throw her head back in laughter.

Gritting his teeth against the arousing sensations, he traced a line from her shoulder down to her wrists, then pulled her arms up to wrap around his neck. The music slowed some, the beat melodic, more sensual than the tweaky crap that had been played all night. Her hips moved to the thumping just right, leather cheeks caressing the fly of his own leather pants, sending blood to his lower regions.

He forced his peripheral out to the VIP section and Roh, waiting for the exact moment to take this a step further. Waiting for Roh to acknowledge Julia and request her presence as he so often did to those who interested him.SimoSimon knew the exact moment she was spotted. Not just by the way Roh stood in his unimpressive five foot seven stance, the slits of his eyes barreling down on his lovely dance partner’s every move, but in the loosening of Julia’s moves. She had one hand shoved in the hair that peeked out of his cap, while the other one was sliding down his neck, his shoulder, her shoulder, across her collarbone, and roaming up to her lips. His dick, resting on her back, twitched as she slid the digit between her lips, her tongue making the briefest of appearances over her lower lip.

“Perfect,” Simon murmured in her ear as he nibbled on her lobe.


She’d played bait before. Some, usually those who had a problem looking past her sex, would say it was her specialty. A woman with her credentials, aka looks, was bound to from time to time, but tonight was the first night she ever remembered wanting to bag it all and go home.

And home for tonight meant her luxurious, paid-in-full, hotel suite.

Home tonight also meant having her body wrapped in warm arms and sinewy legs. Finding near to the same gratification, or hell if she was lucky, even more than she had just over a week prior with this pagan featured man. Moaning and screaming, dying from the immense pleasure.

And that, if not for sounding like the best post job escapade, was the most frightening of thoughts.

She wasn’t the type of woman who craved carnal comfort more than the reassurance that she had done her job well and had used her skill to serve some purpose. And, she admitted, the insecurity over a nearly failed job had played a part – a very, very small part – in her sexcapade last week.

She also didn’t always need to have a partner to satisfy the growing twinge between her thighs, mounting te poe point of needing immediate release. A good amount of that night last week revolved around her needing some reassurance that she had done everything she could to prevent the fiasco. But just feeling Simon behind her, stiff and nestled in the cleft of her behind, was both exhilarating and frightening.

In her world, she couldn’t afford either emotion while working. She had to keep her head firmly in the game. Get the target, complete the job. Finding and eliminating the mark had been second nature to her as long as she could remember. And normally she wasn’t fallible, to any degree. Yet there was something about Simon that made her feel just this side of competent.

Maybe it was just the remnants of that near death high.

Simon’s teeth closed around her earlobe, just as Julia saw Roh incline his head to her in invitation. His hot breath infiltrated her ear, and her system, causing her to nearly combust right then. She was so comfortable ensconced in his embrace that she had to force her fto mto move in the direction of her target. The perfect example of her ability going awry.

Turning to face her dance partner, she wrapped her fingers around his chin, holding him in place as her lips brusquely found his.

“It’s time,” Julia whispered in a jagged breath on his lips.

As she released his face, an impish smile curling her lips, the brawn of Roh’s group placed a rough hand on her shoulder. She turned, finding the quintessential bodyguard scrutinizing her, and then Simon.

“Come,” the large man ordered.

Julia forced herself to giggle in response to the command, sounding throaty, seductive, nothing like the young woman she was pretending to be. Wide-eyed, she looked into the man’s sunglass covered eyes in question.

“Come where?” she asked, curling her fingers into the strap of Simon’s wife beater and instinctively pulling him closer.

The bodyguard took in the gesture and released his grip on her shoulder. “My boss would like to meet you, if that’s okay with your boyfriend.”

His tone left no room for question. She was going to see his boss, since it was going to be okay with her boyfriend. Her lips formed a small ‘o’ before she giggled again.

“Silly man,” she almost purred, as she petted her hand down Simon’s chest. “He’s just my cousin, not my boyfriend.”

The man’s brows shot up in surprise, then his features softened slightly in what she assumed was the closest he came to showing amusement. Figures. Simon moved in even closer behind her, removing her hand from him to entwine their fingers.

“A young woman can never be too careful in this city at night,” Simon added, placing their joined hands on her hip.

The big man only hesitated for a minute before deciding Simon was no threat. Clearing the way, he motioned them over to the VIP section. “This way.”

They were then ushered through the red rope that sealed off the prime tables from the rest of the club, stopping in front of Roh’s table and another set of muscle. Julia smiled beguilingly up at the duo, charm emanating from her childlike disguise.

Both men barely gave her a second glance, as their gazes were occupied by a prolonged poring over Simon.

“Check him,” the original guard barked at the men when he walked over to their boss.

Extending his arms to give them access, Simon stood motionless, allowing the men to search him for weapons.

Julia felt meaty claws wrap around her elbow, pulling her around the men and closer to the table. And there he was. One fancy dressed, obnoxiously wealthy pervert, licking his lips. His eyes moved over her rapaciously, hunger for a taste of young woman plainly viewed on his face. The thought of those lips anywhere near her made her sick.

She smiled coyly, batting her lashes for good measure. “Wow. You’re kinda hot.”

It didn’t take more than that to intrigue Roh, who moved over in the booth to allow minimal room for Julia to sit. Gritting her teeth to ease the repulsion this was bringing on, she took her place next to him. Almost immediately she felt hot fingertips caressing the skin on her back, his arm sliding around to encircle her as he leaned closer.

“Well, bijin,” Roh mumbled in her ear. “I’m glad you approve.”

She pretended to enjoy his touch by closing her eyes and leaning into him when the back of his hand brushed her cheek. Expelling a deep breath she turned her head towards him, finding him inches away.

“Mmmm… and you smell good, too,” she rasped.

She didn’t dare tell him that the alcohol that emanated from his strong brute cologne and that tainted his breath almost singed her nose hairs when she inhaled. Nor did she inform him that it was truly unnecessary to keep snapping the tight string of her thong underwear against her hip – especially since his hand shouldn’t even be down her pants.

Didn’t say a word.

He licked a slobbery line across the swell of both of her breasts, tonguing her flavor off of his lips in ecstasy afterward. “God, you taste like a ripe cherry.”

He’d be dead in less than fifteen minutes anyway.

“Sit,” Roh shouted, motioning to the other side of the booth when Simon joined them.

As Simon slid cautiously into the booth, the muscle moved to close them all in.

“So, young one, what brings you out in the big city at night?” He curled a large strand of her hair around his index finger. “Don’t you know all kinds of bad things happen to innocent girls after dark?”

He yanked on that one strand, hard, but instead of immediately squeaking over the pinching pain, she briefly allowed her face to look thirsty for more. If he’d blinked, he would have missed it.

He didn’t blink.

“Bad?” Her eyes went wide and she glanced over at Simon. “Mum said that it was okay for you to take me here, Pascal. She would nevet ant anything bad happen to me.”

Simon reassured the young girl she was playing with a soft smile. “No, pet. You know your mum wouldn’t do anything to bring you harm.”

She grinned back at Simon, then turned back to Roh, strategically inching closer to him and putting a hand on his upper thigh. “See, I think you’re mistaken. Nothing bad will happen to me here. Cousin Pascal said so.”

“Cousin?” Roh inquired with a raised brow.

Julia attention returned to Simon, her eyes critiquing him as much as Roh had her when she’d arrived, as her fingernails dug into the soft wool that covered Roh’s legs. She felt the Asian man tense slightly, and if she had looked at him, she would have seen the darkening of his irises, thoroughly enjoying the rough touch.

But she ignored Roh, letting him know without a doubt that every thought she was having, feeling that she was feeling right now, was about her cousin.

“My Auntie Brigitte’s son. We’ve been together so much from the time I was little though, he’s more like my brother. He comes with me, everywhere.”

Roh coughed, or chuckled, she couldn’t tell which, but she did feel the distinct twitch of his dick against her hand. Sick. She willed herself not to flinch.

Simon’s lips curved naughtily in response. There was no question about their relationship now.

“Ko musume!” Roh yelled over his shoulder, bringing forth a pretty Asian female. She bowed slightly when she faced the man. “You are his.”

The girl bowed a second time before stepping over to Simon and tracing her long fingernail down his cheek and neck, ending by running it under the curve of his tank top. Julia’s attention was forced away from them by Roh’s finger under her chin, just as the petite girl lifted her leg to straddle Simon’s lap.

“Let your cousin have his own fun.”

Julia sought for anything to keep Roh’s lips from hers. Her shoulder she could handle. The lengthy sample he took of her chest as well. It was that same tongue shoved down her throat that she could do without.

“I’m so thirsty,” she said as she eyed the flute of champagne sitting in front of him.

Roh stopped his wandering hand, of which fingers had started tracing a line over her collarbone, to hand her the glass. “Drink, lovely. And then we can try something more.”

She sipped on the liquid, cautious of its contents, but figuring the scant amount wouldn’t do much if it was tainted. He, after all, was just drinking from the same glass minutes ago.

Roh motioned to another one of the other young females who lingered in the shadows, and Julia watched her fill the empty glasses on the table.

“Drink, my friend,” he called over to Simon. “I’d hate to be known as an ungracious host.”

Simon took his attention from kneading the girl’s rear long enough to grab a glass from the table. The last she noticed before she put things in motion, he was feeding the girl the bubbly liquid, dripping most of it on her barely covered chest.

“You like the buzz of the bubbles, lovely?”

“Mmmm,” she replied on a sigh. “I like any kind of buzz.”

Roh chuckled and dug into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. The entire time he watched her, rapt in her reaction to what he was about to produce. She shifted her eyes from his face to his arm where she traced the slight curve of his triceps, and licked her lips in anticipation.

Two could play at creepy.

“That feels so intense, you know, lovely.” Roh murmured near her lips. She was so intent on keeping him away from her lips by distracting him elsewhere that she almost didn’t realize he was so close.

She inquired his meaning with one look and watched him grin in response. Seconds later she felt him slide a small plastic bag into her free hand.

“Take this and I’ll… take you… out there.” He nodded out toward the bouncing crowd.

She didn’t want to speculate on the innuendo of “taking her” out there. The gleam in his eyes told her all too well he had indeed meant it both ways.

“Go on,” he instructed. “Your body will thank me later.”

Like hell it would. There was no way around it. Fuck. She had to…

Julia tossed the pill into her mouth, following it with a drink of champagne.

“That’s it,” he whispered hotly. “Swallow it.”

Julia gagged the liquid down, but saw him with another small white pill and grinned at the opportunity.

“No, let me,” she murmured.

Roh handed over the pill, opening his mouth as he waited for her to slip it in. He was too busy watching her mouth to see her sneak into her pant pocket for the dose of poison. Disguised in a similar looking pill, Julia pinched it between her fingers and slowly, seductively, raised her hand to slide it into his mouth.

She didn’t even mask her happiness as he sucked her fingers inside his mouth. Mission nearly complete.

Roh threw the rest of his champagne back after he relinquished her fingers. Closing his eyes to enjoy the moment, he didn’t see Julia move until she was standing in front of him.

“Come on,” she said. “Let’s go.”

As he stood and joined her, he also didn’t see her spit the partially dissolved remains of the drug he gave her onto the floor as they moved through the crowd.

Moments after hitting the floor, she could see the effects of the drug taking control of Roh, him wavering, moving like a somnambulist trying to find his way around the dance floor. But she still kept her hips moving, her body spinning and jumping in time with the music. Innocent young women wouldn’t notice the first signs of an overdose. His overly glazed eyes, sluggish movements, other nuances that were all telling to the trained eye. A naïve woman would keep on dancing, clueless.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Roh’s face, the constant blinking, the paling coloring, the peaked appearance. Seconds now and he would be down.

She bounced closer to him, beaming as if she were having the time of her life, and slid her arms up his chest to rest on his shoulders. Shaking her head wildly with the change of tune, she screamed, “I fucking love this song!”

It was obvious from her close proximity that Roh wasn’t even seeing her now. His mouth was slightly agape and his movements had all but stopped. Obviously noticing him in a poor condition, Julia placed a perfect look of concern on her childlike face, asking him if he was okay.

“Hey, guy?” she asked again. Her hand slid under his armpit, appearing to support him, as his knees grew weak, but first went into his inner jacket pocket to search for his PDA.

Confusion was clearly etched in her brow as she moved her hand to the inner pocket on the other sicomicoming up short on the first. “Hello?” she yelled obnoxiously, right as she felt the cool metal of the object she needed.

Unbeknownst to anyone around her, she slipped the device out and into the back of her pants. Julia lessened her support on the guy and watched him immediately collapse.

”Oh-my-god! Oh-my-god!” she cried as all of Roh’s men rushed out to their boss. ”He just – he just freaking died, didn’t he!”

They pushed her out of the way, one man speaking into his com-link, the others tending to Roh as well as untrained medics could. Sobbing into her hand, Julia was overcome with equally feigned relief as Simon pulled her into his arms, turning her away from the sight.

“He didn’t do anything to you, did he love?” he inquired loud enough for on lookers to hear.

She shook her head against him, letting tears cascade down her porcelain cheeks. Simon nodded in response to her, then turned to the leader of the apes. “You might want to tell your man to lay off the fucking drugs.” Angrily, he looked down at Roh’s body, still motionless on the ground. “If he survives.”

“I just want to go home,” Julia blubbered into his shoulder.

“Alright, babe.”

Shielding her from the stares of those gathering around them, Simon escorted her to the front door. She looked downtrodden, felt pretty close to it, too. That’s odd, she thought. And then came the slight tingle in her stomach – synthetic mixing with blood.

Shit.

“Did you take anything that they gave you?” she asked when they both finally breathed in the night air for the first time in what felt like eternity.

“No. Just some champagne.”

Julia looked askance at him, nodding, hoping to thwart the obscure look she saw in his eye at her question. But she could already feel the slight increase of her heartbeat, and she knew it had nothing to do with their haste in leaving the club.


“Have I told you that I admire your work?” Simon inquired as he closed the door of her hotel suite behind him. He watched Julia walk into her room, carelessly tng hng her handbag over a cream-colored chaise longue, and observed the way she owned it, belonged in a place as admirably designed as she was. Stark white, with just a hint of shiny black encompassed the large front area.

He ran a hand through his unruly hair; maybe they had put something in his drink.

He should be content, he remarked. Having successfully completed the job with no fuck ups, no fight to the finish, no life hanging in the balance, some contentment should be anticipated. Not to mention he now had the privacy that he’d planned all along for him and Julia this night, he could say he was pretty much two for two. Yet it just felt wrong. Different.

Good god. He’d only sipped on the damn thing.

As he looked at her, still admiring the room, he knew it was Julia who was knocking him off kilter. From the beginning he’d felt compelled to keep her satisfied, and at first he’d reasoned it what a good employer should do. But now he started to think that that wasn’t quite it.

Her hand reached out to glide over the back of the chair, running over the supple material, and his body restarted. He recalled the brief glint that he’d seen in her eyes when they had first walked in her room. Although it shouldn’t be discerned as much else but appreciation for something monetary and material, he wanted ake ake her reaction as more. Something personal. Even given the rotten outcome thoughts like those would bring, he still took that moment to applaud himself on his choice – in the woman and the room.

Feeling content? Taking her reactions as something more personal? Who the hell was he trying to kid? This was not him.

She turned around as she stepped down into the sunken sitting room, a playful smirk on her face. “Is this when the foreplay begins?”

He laughed while sauntering into the suite. Leave it to her to see through the bullshit.

“Don’t most people want those sort of accolades?” he questioned as he moved in behind her. “Something to help a little with the touting of a job well done?”

His voice lowered intentionally when he continued, “’Cause it was done quite superbly.”

She eyed his lips for too long before bringing her gaze back up to his eyes. “Accolades, sure.” He looked down at her hand as she placed it flat on his chest. “Tossing around words of approval? Appeases some.”

Slinking away from him, she removed her wig, tossing the piece on top of her purse. “Give me some credit, Simon. You secure this den of iniquity for me – us – and expect things to only remain professional?” She shook her head, unkinking her blonde hair and throwing it alluringly around her flushed face. With a cool stare, she centered her attention on him again. “Not likely.”

The smile he returned was impish. Truthfully, he felt a bit like a mischievous moppet after his appalling attempt at what was best described by her as foreplay. Both of them knew the most rewarding way – besides money or further recommendation - for people like them to commemorate a job well done, hell they had practiced the deed just last week. But for some inane reason they inadvertently decided to skirt around the subject.

Simon didn’t realize what that reason was until he heard her breathing change slightly,e hae harried, almost coming in short gasps. He closed in on her and saw the glazed over look in her eye.

“You’re high,” he mused aloud, noticing her enlarged pupils for the first time.

Julia averted her eyes from him, only looking slightly fazed. “Yeah.” She timidly rubbed her hands down her thighs twice as she headed over to the couch. “Not too badly. It took longer than I’d estimated to slip Roh the drug. The pill he gave me was half dissolved by the time I could get rid of it.”

He nodded, uncomfortable, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Drink?” he asked casually, as he approached the wet bar. “Might counteract some of the speed.”

“Maybe in a minute. Once I get past the initial rush, I’ll be okay.”

“Right,” he concurred, pouring her a scotch anyway.

Simon cringed at the odd need he felt to commiserate with her. Rarely in his life, personal or professional, had he wanted to console or comfort anyone. Especially when it came to profprofessional endeavors. It just wasn’t a viable emotion, yet he felt something brewing.

Part of him wanted to go back to earlier that night where every thought he’d had was playful, totally perverted, distant. Back to when he was Simon, the cocky boss, with a mind full of fucking her in public, and she was Julia, the great lay who would go along with it.

One look at her sitting on the couch, lanky legs crossed, head back, eyes closed, mouth parted in hopes of controlling her breathing, and confusion took over. He just couldn’t force himself back there.

There was no way she wasn’t more than that. Was there?

He sat down beside her, handing over the short glass of scotch. “When you’re ready.”

She accepted the drink with a pensive smile, but damned if it still didn’t have an uninvited effect on him. They sat in silence, looking out the bay window of the suite, thinking, drinking, trying to get a grip on the situation between them. Or maybe that last part was just him.

He leaned against the back of the couch and closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he exhaled some of his tension. This really wasn't a big deal. The real Simon would be back. He always reverted back to that guy, sooner or later. The silence between them gave him the opportunity to channel him back.

"Thank you," she said a good fifteen minutes later, interrupting his thoughts.

Rolling his head to the side, Simon found her eyeing him from the same position. The red light from the cheap plastic choker that she still wore glowed almost as bright as it had in the club, casting wicked shadows up her face. She took a sip of her scotch and smiled at him weakly before turning her attention back to the prime view of the city.

Simon threw back the remaining liquor in his tumbler, then placed the empty on the glass table in front of them. "Are you going to wear that thing all night?"

She didn't even have to glance down to know what he was referring to. "It could be essential in finding my way around when it's dark."

"Are we speaking literally or figuratively?" Simon inquired playfully.

She laughed, the lingering signs of her anxiety vanishing with the sound. Smiling to himself, he felt the small part of him that had died many years ago, when he'd completed his transformation into the hard shell of man he represented now, beginning to open up andw ouw out some unfamiliar feelings. It had been too long since his façade had slipped, and his first instinct was to stuff any feelings of camaraderie toward her or anyone for that matter.

Whether he wanted it to or not, the smile that was left on her face helped him maintain his appearance genial. Curling a rampant strand of hair behind her ear, she gave off the same sense of amity that he felt. And by the wary look in her eye, she also felt the same loss of pretense.

"Figuvelyvely? I’m not that high,” she mumbled.

They chuckled together, and Julia finished the last bit of her scotch. When was the last time he’d taken the time to do something so frivolous as enjoy one single moment? Well, besides last week in Algeria, which, he arrogantly noted, was two more times than one moment of enjoyment.

He took her hand in his, which almost instantly killed their laughter. She rolled her head to look at him again – her smile almost untroubled now – and stoically watched him bring her hand up to his lips. He pressed a lingering kiss in the center of her palm, then gently bit the soft flesh just below her thumb.

“I have to say, tonight was quite enjoyable,” Simon remarked casually.

Her smile lessened some after her eyes flickered down to his lips again, which seemed to be drawing nearer to her on their own accord.

“Yeah, it was,” she whispered, a hairsbreadth away from him now. “Quite.”

It wasn’t as awkward as he thought it would be; actually taking time to kiss a person that he’d planned to go a few rounds with. In fact, he somewhat enjoyed the innocent display with Julia. But somewhere in a deep recess of his mind, he had this niggling need prodding him to punish her with too rough lips for making him feel this way, so exposed. Not normal.

Instead, he felt his soft, nibbling bites turn into the slow, erotic glide of wet lips, which she only seemed to enjoy with an eerie sameness. His tongue encountered no resistance as it swept with fervent insistence into the softness of her mouth, questing in her inner warmth.

Without breaking their contact, Julia rolled toward him, rising to her knees and throwing one leg over his lap. His hands were automatically drawn to the curve of her waist as she straddled him, melding to the silky exposure of skin there. As she lowered her hips to his, she tunneled her fingers into the thick strands of his hair until they pressed against his scalp, scrunching her hands to loosely grab hold of his head.

With a moan of pleasure that reverberated in backback of her throat, she scantly shifted her hips in his lap, angling closer, forcing his building erection into the crux of her thighs, right where he ached to be. That sound, just that slight movement she made, completely set him on fire.

He snapped back to where and who he was just mere hours ago; Simon the arrogant bastard, the man who hadeep-eep-seated need to be deeply seated inside of this eager woman. In public, with no foreplay even. Back tset set of elements he was all too familiar, and ultimately satisfied with.

He was Simon, and Simon was ready to get laid.

He thrust his hips up to hers, making her moan again, driving the fervor in her movements to higher, more demanding territory. Exactly where he was. He found the clasps in the leather band around her breasts, removing it with an ease that was just as familiar to this recognizable Simon. This was what a man like him did. Took it all, and at his own pace – swiftly and furiously.

He broke their kiss to look up at her, seeing red, puffy lips that matched her ruddy face. “Fuck, I want to get inside you,” was all he could say.

She smiled at that, and opened her mouth to speak until he plucked at her distended nipple. A shot of satisfaction rushed through him, hearing her lose her thought and groan his name instead. Her lids fluttered, and he watched her eyes roll into the back of her head. She shimmied her hips against him in response to his mouth lowering to close over the taut mauve peak, and he was jolted up to his ultimate point. Now, was all he could think.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, hands cupping her butt, he pushed them both up and hurriedly found the suite’s bedroom.

The large room stood as complete contrast to the outside rooms – dark, shiny, but still neat, with blacks in furniture and reds, accented by hints of beige, covering the bed. She matched the room with her black leather pants still on and that god-awful glowing red necklace, the only disparity about her being the lightness of her mussed up blonde hair.

He sat down on the bed, her body again snugly fitting in his lap, and took small bites on her lower lip. He drew back just enough to murmur, “Take off the cowhide, Jules,” before moving lower, to the side of her neck.

She lifted, catlike, out of his grip, half-naked, looking splendid and delicious, as she tantalizingly unbuttoned and zipped her fly. He rested back on his elbows after removing his tank, drinking in the sight of her and the descent of black leather down her fit ass and thighs, then the rest of her legs.

And there she is, he thought, humming low in sheer appreciation of her. Standing there in nothing but a fire red thong and that bloody necklace, Julia looked every bit of the fiend he’d remembered.

He nodded his head to her in invitation, much like she had last week, but watched as she left the side of the bed and crossed to the bathroom.

She came back in moments later, appearing no different than she was when she left.

“I was hoping you’d have taken that thing off,” he mumbled.

She took a detour, by the entrance to the room, to hit the lights, leaving them with only the pale light from a table lamp that sat across the room. Shrouded in near darkness, he felt the tingle of anticipation in his gut. He saw her as she came into sight again, the necklace he had referred to moments ago aiding him.

Julia smiled wickedly at him, curling her thumbs into the waistline of her remaining lingerie. “These?” she inquired innocently.

He shook his head as she came closer. She was within an arms length away from him, if he were to sit up, so he reached down for the snap on his black leather. Lightly, she slapped his hand away.

“Ah. Let me,” she murmured. “I want to touch you first.”

“By all means,” he chortled, moving back on the bed a bit more before relaxing with his hands behind his head.

He docilely watched her nimble fingers loosen the snap, dig in for the zipper – knuckles brushing featherlike against the lowest part of his stomach – and slowly slide it down. He willed himself to just sit back and let her stay in control, but his hands even twitched underneath him, temptemptation to touch her as she peeled the pants off of his legs almost winning the war within.

They both were equal now. Magnificent red lace covering all too little skin on her, or too much if he thought about it the right way, and him with black, in-the-way skivvies, prohibiting the strain clearly seen through them from contact with her warm body.

Lowering to her knees on the mattress, Julia kneeled beside him, eyes glued to his waist as she removed his boxers. He thought he heard her hum, but the thought barely registered with him before she bent down and took him in her mouth.

Simon sucked in a sharp breath when she swirled her tongue around the head of him, whetting both of their appetites, and then began the incredibly slow implementation of seeing how far down her throat his dick would reach.

Her languid exploration and her propensity to lick a favored spot then leave before he could bask in the sensation too much nearly made him scream. And each time her tongue touched the sensitive V under his head, then slid back down his length to the soft skin between his balls, his body jerked and shuddered. It wasn’t just a blowjob she was giving him, it was a test of wits by exquisite torture, and he was teetering the line between failing and passing.

Yet in this case he coul see see anything wrong with the former outcome.

Her grip tightened around his shaft and under his sac, almost painfully squeezing him to the point of giving him no option to release. That didn’t matter. With her head still working steadily in the up and down motion, and him still wanting to get inside her, he really had no grievances.

She shifted so her ass was within reach now, her body nearly laying the opposite of his. Closer to how he liked it. Then he watched her reach behind her into the string of her thong and grab the latex she must have retrieved while she was in the bathroom.

When her hand disappeared from his vision, Simon reached out and slapped one pale cheek, seeing the tautness only rippling slightly in his hand’s wake. The area grew pink as he studied it through lidded eyes, and he was overly tempted to put a matching print on the other cheek, until a slight discoloration – dark red – caught his eye.

He traced the string that clung between her cheeks, reaching so low as to discover the soaked satin of her red panties. Sliding the thin materia the the side, he groaned at the obscene view of her spread open.

Dear god.

His breathing grew shallower as he grazed the line of her entry with his thumb, wetness from her transferring to his pad. His only thought now was that he wanted, no needed in there. He opened his mouth to tell her just that, but the words stopped as both of her hands slid down his thighs.

It wasn’t the light tickle of her skin sliding against his that mystified him. It was the fact that even without her hands, the tight, squeezing pressure was still around his dick.

What the…?


Breathe, Julia coached herself as she finished the second wrap of her necklace and snapped the clasp of the red tube together, draping his balls over the glowing plastic. Once secured, she then finished rolling the latex she’d taken from the bathroom down his shaft.

But fuck if the pitter-patter of her heart hadn’t turned into a thumping and thudding. And shit if her body didn’t thrum every tSimoSimon even touched her. Each touch was amplified. Magnified. She’d seen the ecstasy on Roh’s face earlier, knew that the drug was going to have to work its way through her body, too. Yet none of that prepared her for the mush her body was turning into.

Drugs were bad. Really, really bad.

Simon’s hand inched closer to the center of this unnamed burning that had inflamed her entire body. So close that she shivered in anticipation for just one touch in that coveted spot.

She felt swollen inside when he finally touched her, ready, willing. She leaned back into him to draw him in further, feeling the tingle of his thumb probing in her inner lips. It sent a ripple of thrill through her. Drugged or not, oh yeah, she was more than ready.

She slid her hands down his legs, the coarse hair itching her palms as they stroked his limbs. If the boiling in her blood were any indication, she’d need him up and ready until whatever this was in her broke. She smiled when Simon’s hands dropped from her ass and he swore under his breath.

“Fuck.”

“You’re ready then,” she teased.

“No – I mean yes,” he hissed between clenched teeth. She turned to look back at him on the bed, seeing him staring at her like the tousled sexiness incarnate she remembered, and up went her temperature. It was then that he noticed the red glow around her neck was missing. She saw him glance down at his crotch and groan.

“You’re fucking kidding me.”

“You thought it was god-awful before,” she mused, watching the gamut of emotions – anger, fear, curiosity, desire – wash over his face.

“That’s going to leave a mark, Julia.”

“Or worse,” she stated nonchalantly. Keeping her eyes glued to his, she bent over and flicked her tongue over the small slit on his engorged head. “But, I can always make it better later.”

“I’d prefer you make it better now.”

She heard the hint of warning in his voice, but ignored it as she steadily worked her way up his body with her mouth. His muscles clenched and released as she kept pressing her lips and tongue to his salty, musky flesh. The heady combination, with the added juice of the drug, nearly pushed her over the edge.

“Julia.”

She reached his neck and had to stop for a moment. Simon took advantage of her stillness and finally moved a hand to her shoulder, caressing with just the slightest touch. His scent enslaved her; the brush of his fingers against her throat was like licks of flame against her already aroused body. Rubbing the full length of herself against him, Julia spread her legs, positioned him right against her, and slowly took the head on him inside of her.

Her vision blurred slightly over the hot sensation, but her hearing was excellent. Simon hissed as she covered his tip like a mink glove.

“Take it off,” he gritted out in a ‘don’t fuck with me’ tone.

“No.”

Before he had the chance to remove the makeshift cock ring, Julia sat up on him and slammed her hips down to his, taking all of him in at once. And before he could toss her off of him she began to move her hips in that well-known rhythm, a little faster than usual, but familiar all the same. Then there was no stopping her.

He filled her in the ways that she needed. Matched each of her thrusts with the same determination, needing to reach that same goal. She leaned forward to accommodate him further, feeling just that slight inch reach that much higher into her to make all the difference. Simon roughly twined his fingers through her hair, bringing her lips to his.

“Off.”

“No.”

Her hips twisted and rocked, as her legs helped push her faster and harder. He kissed her, lips solid, menacing, cruel. Tongue invading, hard, but oh so good. Beads of sweat glistened all over her as she started to overheat. Every inch of her body hurt, the white-hot blood thad tad thickened below the surface of her skin needing to burst free like a fever.

Simon pulled her face away from his using her hair, which also hurt, but so quickly changed to that fine line between pain and pleasure. Her hips continued their wanton dance as he stared, eyes dark as midnight, glazed like ice, flaming like the fire that boiled within her.

“Julia,” he warned with a jerk of his hips, his voice breathy and unsteady.

He pinched her nipple as she reached betweer ler legs to undo the clasp on her necklace, brushing her swollen nub in the process. Then she exploded. Her climax shuddered through her like a visceral wave, blinding her for moments as she panted and mewled and cried out her release.

But she wasn’t the only one. In the fog that clouded her brain, she heard Simon’s chest rumble with a sexy groan before his body stretched tight against her, hips and back arched to be deeper inside of her.

He cursed, and she rolled her hips against him one last time, hilting him, making him swear a second and third time. Simon let out one final moan as he resettled on the bed with her flat on top. She felt him inside of her, his cock throbbing in a staccato beat that oddly was still in time with her rapid heart. The descent was slow, a steady hum still enlightening her, but after what seemed like ages they could both breathe again.

“That wasn’t so bad,” she broke the quiet with a little more than a whisper.

“Not so bad? I probably have welts around my cock and nuts,” Simon grumbled as his fingers drew lazy circles on her back. “You’re lucky you’re good at your job.”

“My job?” she mumbled as she rubbed her sensitive nipples across his chest while sliding the necklace up his body. “And which job would that be?”

Ripping the plastic from her hand, Simon threw it across the bedroom. He flipped her over, keeping himself embedded in her in the process. “You bring that thing near me again and you can forget about ever working with me in the future.”

“Oh really?” she countered, digging her fingernails in his ass cheeks and shifting her hips slightly over his hardening dick.

He grunted, and his eyes started growing aflame again. In his silence, he slid himself almost out of her and just as slowly pushed back in.

“Really.”


Julia tightened the tie of the hotrovirovided robe more securely around her waist before stepping out of the bathroom. One look at the bed – sheets wadded up in a ball on the floor, along with the other blankets – brought a smile to her face. When she woke up a bit ago, Simon had still been asleep. Just ten minutes in the bathroom and he no longer occupied the bed. It didn’t matter, she didn’t figure he’d even stay as long as he did.

From her left she heard a light click. Her senses were uncannily good in the dars, bs, but she didn’t even need them to know where he was. The bare light from the first stages of sunrise filtered in through the balcony doors, lighting his whereabouts as he leaned against the closed door with his cell phone in hand. His pants were back on, but he hadn’t gotten around to the rest.

She padded over to him, looking out at the city in the earliest of morning just as he was, and fit her body against his back. Simon grabbed her hands and wrapped them around his waist from behind. They stood there for a few minutes, silent, welcoming the dawning of another day.

Julia’s hand began tracing the line of the waistband on his pants as her cheek rested against his sculptured back. Finding the fly of his pants undone, she kept the motion moving lower.

Simon sighed and cleared his throat. “The first part of this went exactly as planned.”

“First part? You mean there’s a part two?” she inquired, kissing his shoulder blade. She’d wondereat uat use Roh’s PDA would have, but like all other jobs had kept her questions to herself.

He nodded and placed his phone on the small table nearby. Reaching behind him, he slid one of his hands over the curve of her hip, the other down her center, slightly parting her robe.

“It could get messy.” He touched the soft skin on her upper thigh just as her hand neared the base of his shaft. “You game?”

She gripped him just above the base and tugged on his morning hard-on. His breath hitched, and when he slipped his hand north to her nether lips, so did hers. He matched her caresses stroke for stroke.

“Oh yeah,” she replied against his skin. “I’m game.”