Be Seeing You (Merkel)
Based Upon: Being a CIA agent. Whenever you and Merkel cross paths on a mission, you always end up in bed together.
Her mission was simple. She was to kill Warren Elswood, CEO of Elswood Institute, the leading company in finance and investments in all of Europe. The company was based in France, allowing Warren and his high status staff to slip French Intelligence into the hands of the world’s most recent terror organization, BLACKTHORN. Elswood Institute came up on the CIA’s radar soon afterwards, and they responded by sending her to Paris as an undercover operative to end the life of Mr. Elswood.
She was leaning with her back against the marble bar counter, holding a glass of champagne in her right hand. Her intelligent eyes watched as Mr. Elswood conserved with a much older businessman, his dark eyes deceivingly warm as he spoke.
Yet, it was not long before the twenty-five year old billionaire became bored of the discussion, allowing his eyes to wander around the grand ballroom for something to pique his interest.
They landed on her.
She took a delicate sip of the champagne she held, closing her eyes momentarily as the bubbling liquid slipped down her throat, before giving him a flirtatious smile.
His eyes held hers and he began to watch her, casually to intently as she ran a hand through the slit in her floor length, black dress. Dreadfully slow, she moved her hand up her exposed leg, permitting him to see more and more of her smooth skin as she went.
Long had Mr. Elswood forgotten about the businessman in front of him. He only took interest in one person in the whole room; her.
When her hand met the end of the slit- which stopped on her mid thigh, her eyes narrowed seductively at the tall man. She took a hold of the black silk, right at the top of the slit, and gently pulled the fabric up her leg.
His eyes darkened at her actions.
She took a sip of her champagne and winked at him before moving the fabric further up her smooth leg, watching as he continued to ignore the man who was speaking to him. His gaze was set on the prize he wanted most; not a trade deal he could make any day, but an intoxicating woman he wanted to fuck until she wholeheartedly gave herself to him.
Finally, she polished off the champagne and stilled her hand movements. With a smirk, she splayed her fingers over her upper thigh, curling them right near her as he watched with baited breath.
At that moment Warren Elswood decided that business could wait until the night was over; he was going to celebrate his accomplishments in a much more enjoyable way.
Suddenly, she let go of the black fabric, letting it fall back into perfect place on her leg.
His jaw tightened and she could see his muscles flexing. Perfect. Little did he know, he was falling right into the trap she had laid out for him.
She set the empty glass down on the bar top and strode past him to the grand staircase in the very middle of the large ballroom. She scaled the polished stairs elegantly and only looked over her shoulder when she reached the top of the steps.
Warren Elswood was shaking the man’s hand whose conversation he had ignored entirely before excusing himself.
She smirked and began to walk down the seemingly endless hallway that had a colossal ceiling and beautifully intricate architecture, swaying her hips as she went.
Warren Elwood was one foolish man.
When he rounded the corner he saw the woman from the bar with her back flush against the wall, waiting for him. He took in her features and decided that she was truly stunning, something memorable.
She had always hated this part of the job, but she wasn’t worried- no, she’d finish him off before he could even slip one of the sleeves off her shoulder.
“Quite the party you’re having, Mr. Elswood.”
He gave her a confident smile and nodded, advancing on her like a predator closing in on it’s prey. She had been in control downstairs, but he planned on rendering her breathless, unable to even formulate a thought or word other than his name when he had her on her back.
“Are you enjoying yourself? It seems my champagne is to your liking.” He quipped.
She extended a hand out to him, which he took, and ushered him closer to her clothed body.
“The party has been fine… could be better.” She teased, the suggestive innuendo clear.
His hands slipped onto her hips and he pressed him fingers into her flesh, causing her to moan in response- or so he thought.
She looked up at him with hooded eyes and he could not bear to see her dressed a second longer. Images of her naked body and voice pleading, had him growing harder by the second.
“I’ll make it better.” He assured her, moving his hands up to knead her breasts.
It took everything in her not too laugh, he really was too easy.
His lips were on her neck, sucking, biting and kissing as if his life depended on it. He was eager to feel every part of her, so much so that he could barely think rationally. He did not care that someone could easily walk down this hallway, only that her warm skin felt so good against his lips.
“I’m sure you will. You’re so young.” She began easily, faking a moan as he swirled his fingers around her breasts.
His hot breath fanned over her skin as he laughed.
“So young? I doubt you’re older than I am, Darling.” He alleged, lips going right back to work on her neck.
She placed her hands on his broad chest and gave him a subtle push back. When he looked at her, his expression was one of confusion and anger, until she gave him a sly smirk and bent down.
Relief flooded through him, along with desire as he desperately waited for her to slip her undergarments to the floor. He began to unbuckle his leather belt, fingers fumbling frantically as he attempted to unhook his buckle.
She sent a swift glance up at him from her kneeling position, checking to make sure he was distracted, before yanking her gun out of the holster that was strapped to her leg.
“Darling.” She drawled, standing before him, “Do you know it is terrible etiquette to ask a woman how old she is?”
His eye went wide as she placed her finger on the trigger.
“Terrible.” She scolded.
A bullet lodged itself in the centre of his forehead, causing the young billionaire’s body to hit the ground hard. Deep crimson began to trickle from the wound, soon turning into a steady stream of blood as it spread across the gleaming floor.
She knelt down beside him and checked for a pulse.
No staff came running to the scene, she had made sure of that by attaching a silencer to her weapon. She was sure that nobody in the whole building has even heard a sound.
There was no beat in his neck or wrist, but there were footsteps at the opposite end of the hall.
Instinctively, she aimed her gun at the oncoming person and looked to to possibly identify them.
She slipped the gun back into the holster when she saw who it was.
Sighing, she stood and grabbed something from the holster on her thigh before striding towards him.
“You’re too late.” She said simply, slipping a card into the breast pocket of his suit jacket as she passed him.
He turned to watch her walk down the hall, noticing the sway of her hips and how the dark dress fit her in all of the right places. The highlight of any mission he went on was to see her, the most mysterious and beautiful woman he believed he would ever encounter.
He fished the unknown object out of his pocket and examined it. He realized it was her room key to a suite in the Continental.
She did not know how long she spent underneath the shower head, letting the water cascade over her bare body. At first the water was ice cold, relaxing her sore muscles; then it was almost scalding hot, letting her revel in the blissful sensation of warmth.
She was so lost in the feeling of the heat flowing over her body, that she did not hear the bathroom door open.
Her bruised hands, now washed clean of any makeup, smoothed her slick hair passed her ears and down the back of her neck. She let her head fall back, allowing the warm water to descend upon her collarbone, breasts and roll down past her stomach.
Merkel’s large hands slipped onto her waist, head right near hers and lips almost touching her ear.
“Did you dispose of him?” She wondered, almost sighing when she felt his fingers spread across her stomach.
“Yes.” He said and took her earlobe between his teeth, tugging softly before releasing it.
His hands continued to glide over her wet skin, one massaging her breast while the other moved across her stomach.
“Good boy.” She praised, leaning her head against the base of his neck as a prize.
If he wasn’t hard at the sight of her, he definitely was now. Hearing her commend him and move herself flush against him drove him absolutely wild; never could he get enough of her, he only wanted to please her.
His hands ran deeper, rubbing her inner thighs before moving his skilled fingers upwards, right through her slick folds. He could almost come at the feeling of her, no one could ever feel as sweet.
He slipped one finger inside of her, curling up and swirling inside of her. She gasped at his sudden movements and jolted forward, placing her wet hands on the slippery tile.
“Merkel!” She gasped, voice breathless and almost alarmed, “Be patient…” She sounded like a mother scolding her child for nagging at them; he was not to touch her yet.
His finger slipped out of her and his hands moved to grip her hips as he dipped his head forward.
“I can’t… It’s been too long. I need you.” He all but whined.
She sighed, “Fine.” Then moved his hands to her breasts, “But let me finish washing up.”
Though she could not see, he nodded, then got straight to work on kneading her breasts, fingers rolling over her hardening buds.
He ogled at her body while she ran a Shea scented conditioner through her hair, inhaling deeply once he smelt the nutty scent. She combed her fingers through her locks, rinsing the product out of her hair and moaning whenever he found a particularly sensitive spot.
She allowed him to soap her body, knowing it would make him happy, and watched as he knelt down in front of her, eyes only meeting hers on the occasion he was not staring at her body. When he stood, he was taller than her, yet she could make him feel smaller than he was, which was something he was welcome to admit.
Once she was fully lathered, she backed into the rainfall of the shower head and allowed the suds to flow down her body, onto the tiled floor. He watched all of her movements intently, utterly mesmerized by her grace and the way she held herself. When she finished, she stepped out of the large shower and slipped a towel around her wet body, drying off quickly, then dropping the towel onto the ground and strolling out of the bathroom.
Merkel was not far behind her, taking a fresh towel and running it over his body before joining her in the bedroom.
She sat in a grey cushioned chair with a cigarette dangling from her lips. She took a drag then pulled the roll-up from her mouth, lips blowing out a wispy cloud of smoke.
He stood in front of her, naked as the day he was born, and watched as she took slow drags from her cigarette.
The dim lighting only did wonders for her body, making it impossible for him not to stare in complete awe. Even after all of the nights they had spent together, he was always struck by her beauty; every night seemed like the first.
She was a force to be reckoned with out in the field, so it was only to be expected that she would be as equally in charge in the bedroom. But tonight, he wanted to have her crying out his name, loudly and wholeheartedly. He mustered up his courage:
“I want to be in control tonight.”
She looked up at him from her cloud of smoke.
“Do you now?” She wondered.
His pale eyes darkened, the green becoming much more intense as he came closer to her.
“Yes. I want to have you in whichever way I please.” He spoke.
She noticed how hard he was and smirked to herself.
“I see. Do you know how to do so?” She quipped, eyes gleaming in delight as she teased him, cigarette hanging from her fingertips.
“I do.” He affirmed.
She appeared to ponder his request- demand, rather and finally nodded.
“Alright. But first, I want you to do something for me.” She insisted.
He was overjoyed; in due time he was going to see her demeanour falter under his touch, that cold, brute, seductive facade. However, she wanted something from him first. So he nodded, expression saying all the words he did not: ‘Anything. Tell me.’
She smirked at his features, he was ready for her to tell him what she wanted.
“Kneel.” She ordered.
He complied immediately, tall form sinking down onto his knees in front of her. She spread her legs apart before him and he looked into her eyes, his own filled with desperation as he waited for her permission to taste her.
She gave him a simple nod and he dove into her, tongue instantly slipping into her.
She watched from above, cigarette drooping in her fingers, as he pleasured her. Her free hand clutched the cushion of the chair she sat in, fingers digging into the fabric as she felt her core tighten.
He licked her mercilessly, lapping her juices with his skilled tongue as he found all the places that made her moan, allowing him to listen to her erratic breaths.
She stubbed the cigarette into the ashtray and took hold of his brown locks.
“Fuck.” She moaned, panting under his touch.
Her praise only made him want to give her more pleasure, so he did what he did best.
When she came it was hard and earth-shattering, to which Merkel moaned and drank her wetness eagerly. The taste of her was like no one else he had ever had, and having her writhe in his touch made it all the more sweet.
She lit another cigarette.
Still on his knees, he looked up at her, eyes begging her to allow him to have his way with her as he had promised. She took a purposefully slow drag, enjoying the sight of him squirming, and exhaled.
“Stand.” She commanded.
He did; tall, finely muscled and handsome in front of her.
“Now, what do you plan to do to me?” She wondered, yet her tone sounded almost teasing, as if she did not believe he could ever pleasure and control her at the same time; she was always the dominant.
His eyes darkened and he took one swift step forward, leaning down and snatching the cigarette from her lips. He pressed the tip into the ashtray and stood back.
She considered him, maybe he did have the talents; he was working hard to show her.
“Stand.” He commanded, just like she had a moment before.
Her eyes shone with playfulness and she complied, standing before him bare, waiting and ready. She couldn’t help but be a bit curious, never before had he been so bold- asking to take over. Yet there she was, awaiting his next demand.
She didn’t get one.
He only took her hands into his larger ones and pushed her backwards, causing her to almost trip over her feet, and slam her against the dark oak wall. She was surprised by his force, but in her many years in the CIA, she had become accustomed to being pushed around.
He held both of her hands in one of his and forced them above her head, her arms becoming almost completely straight against the cool wall. He stood between her parted legs and looked into her eyes, they still glimmered with mischief.
“Well. This is a rather…compromising position.” She joked, anything to show her control.
He instantly wrapped his free hand around her throat, pressing his fingers into her flesh, and affectively cut off her breath.
Her eyes widened, first with shock and then, a deep carnal lust. That'a boy.
He squeezed her neck for a few more seconds, revelling in the satisfaction of her fighting hands, eyes filled with desire, before loosening his grip. She sputtered, taking deep breaths to restore circulation.
“Are you ready to behave?” He wondered.
She nodded, “Yes.”
His fingers dug into her throat again.
“Yes, sir.” She gasped, attempting to steady her shaky breaths.
He gave her a sly smirk, the one she had given him on countless occasions. She truly was an excellent teacher.
“Tell me how much you want me.” He commanded.
Her breaths became even.
“So badly… sir.” She caught herself just in time.
“I want you to keep your eyes open. Eyes on me the whole time, Baby.”
The second she opened her mouth, he slipped one of his deliciously long fingers inside of her and she fought to keep her eyes open.
He pumped it in and out, adding another as he continued his work on her.
It was terribly erotic; fighting to keep her eyes on his as he swirled, dipped and curled his fingers inside of her, all while having her hands held high above her head. Though she would never admit it to him, she didn’t mind letting him take over; it was nice to let someone dictate your every move.
She tried to stifle her moans, so they only came out a quiet whimpers as he finger-fucked her.
“I want to hear you.” He said huskily, tone deeper than she had ever heard before.
That was all it took for her to completely lose herself. Her moans became louder, her hands fought harder and her eyes looked so unlike her own. She was like another person.
He allowed her to close her eyes as she finished, shutting his own as he listened to her pants, sounding much younger than usual.
She had given him exactly what he wanted.
For the rest of the night she had him her way, riding him for the most part and then wrapping her legs around his hips as they fucked upright.
He followed all of her orders. She kept the position she loved.
It just worked.
She laid down on her back as they finished for the final time that night and pulled the sheets over her bare body. She was glad Merkel was there that evening at the gala, he was right; it had been too long.
He rested on his side, body facing her, and ran a hand across her stomach. She tensed under his touch, not the one for cuddling, but allowed him to idly stroke her because she knew he appreciated it. He was a bit more needy than her.
“Where are you off to?” He asked.
“Back to America for another assignment. Yourself?” She countered.
He traced patterns onto her hot skin.
She nodded and turned onto her side as well, looking him straight in the eyes.
“I’ll be seeing you later then, I suppose.” She smirked.
He pulled her into his chest, her bare breasts pressed into his side, which she again decided to allow.
“Be seeing you.” He mumbled into her hair.
They both fell asleep.
She was up at five in the morning.
After slipping on a white silk blouse, black tailored pants and heels, she rolled her suitcase to the door of the suite.
She could see that the sky was still dark, only a few orange streaks broke through the darkness; it would be another hour before the sun rose, waking Merkel.
She gave him one final glance, taking in his naked body and tousled hair. He was always been a good lay.
Then she was gone, leaving nothing but a simple note behind:
Be seeing you.
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I was thinking of writing this prompt another way as well, something really stylistic. Will be posted in the future!