The Hottest City
Disclaimer: Atomic Blonde/The Coldest City and associated characters are the creative property of Antony Johnston & Sam Hart.
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content
Synopsis: [Ending Divergence AU] Lorraine’s last mission’s package is only delivered to the CIA with terms. But first, she has a meeting in Paris.
A/N: I’ve been sitting on this one for a while, an alternate ending where these two beautiful women are safe and alive and happy together, but you know what, there’s not enough lady love out in the world to justify sitting on this fic any longer. So spies and sex are on the way ~
She was on her eighth cigarette. The cramped interrogation room was heavy with the smoke, the smell of it nearly as pungent as was on the tips of her fingers. She fought the quiver of nerves under her bruised and bandaged knuckles in a battle of willpower, of control, as she stared straight into the face of Mister Gray.
His steady eyes were nothing less than what would have been expected of a senior staff at MI6. They were not telling of anything, or at lest did their best to seem as much.
Lorraine had read his file before and knew full well that Agent Eric Gray had spent more years behind a desk than in the field by that point. He was getting rusty at the spy work and was too telling as a handler.
The idea that she could ever reach such a point herself was enough to give Lorraine heartburn. She preemptively ended her cigarette, digging it into the ashtray.