miss spy & her spy

can you stop being horny for like one second?

"Bet you thought you were seeing things back at Hollywood."

I groaned in response- my body's still tired from the drug and I'm tied up in a van with someone.

Someone who sounded vaguely familiar...

"Landon?" I whispered as I tried to sit up. It's dark in here but I bet I can make out who it is. The windows are tinted so no one outside will be able to see me all tied up.

"Mila Scott," he answered and I felt my heart shatter.

All over again.

***

"Landon," I moaned his name again. "We're supposed to be keeping watch. it's a stakeout- not a makeout," I said and pushed him off me.

"We'll continue this later, then?" he whispered in my ear with a slight smirk. I let him plant kisses down my neck before pushing him off for real.

"Fine," I rolled my eyes and kept my focus on the drug store we were supposed to keep watch on for this mini-mission.

"Did you bring any food?" he asked while digging through a duffel bag of things I brought.

"If weapons were edible, yes but they're not so, no," I replied, still keeping my eyes on the store.

There were 3 cars- in sight one belonged to the owner, one to the customer still inside, and the last one is the rented one the CIA gave to us. It's almost midnight and the customer's been in there for about 20 minutes.

The CIA's been making Landon and I be partners in these missions for as long as I could remember and I guess the always working together grew into something more...

"Now I want to know what gunpowder tastes like," Landon muttered and zipped the duffel bags.

"Wait," he looked at me and I saw the lust in his eyes, "I could always taste you. I mean... you're always around gunpowder."

"Can you stop being horny for like one second?" I muttered under my breath, not fully shooting down the idea. I let a few dirty thoughts enter my mind before focusing back on our mission.

"This is getting boring," he groaned and ruffled my hair to annoy me.

Landon has great potential to be a great spy... he just likes to be childish. I guess the saying is right- opposites do attract.

Sometimes.

"Mills," he murmured after a few minutes of precious silences.

"What?"

"Can I tell you something?"

"No,"

"Too bad- I still am," he grinned and kissed my cheek before launching into another one of his nonsense- yet entertaining- stories.

"I've been dreaming again," he started and I looked at him.

I guess this won't be a childish story.

"What have you been dreaming?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm getting there," he chuckled and his finger brushed past my lips.

Slowly on purpose.

He knows what he's doing to me.

"Just thinking about why good guys and bad guys always have to fight,"