Undercover: A Lloyd Hansen Story

FOUR

Waking up with Lloyd's hand on my waist was something I hated, yet loved.

I turned over, getting him off of me. He groaned and leaned into the pillows more as I walked out.

I yawned and went into the kitchen, grabbing a water.

"Margo!" I heard lloyd yell. I sighed and went into the bedroom, leaning against the door as I sipped on my water.

"Hmm?"

He looked over at me before laying his head down. He was shirtless, meaning he threw his shirt off overnight.

I sighed and went to the bathroom, grabbing my toothbrush.

I brushed my teeth silently while I heard the tv turn on.

"Hey...you have work." I said, holding my toothbrush in my mouth.

"It's Saturday." He whispered.

"It's a hotel."

"There's agents here as workers." He said. I sighed and spit out my toothpaste before brushing my hair.

I finished up before grabbing my book from the nightstand where Lloyd still laid.

"Mar."

"Mhm?"

"Can I talk to you?" He asked.

"No."

"Mar."

I stayed quiet, looking at him.

"I'm sorry for what I said."

I rolled my eyes. He just wanted sex at this point. He was such an asshole.

I gave him a stare. "I don't want to talk."

"I know. You usually don't, but I'm your partner in this and I know I've been harsh and rude so I'm sorry."

I just put my book back down and sighed. He set me down on the bed.

"Hey no I-"

He pulled me in, resting my body against his. My head rested on his shoulder.

"Mar..."

"Don't."

"Don't what?"

"Don't play the 'I've liked you for so long and I want to have something' game."

I sighed, moving closer to him.

"We don't have to."

"I just...if you don't like what we're doing...why do you keep doing this?"

"Because I like you, and I don't like that I like you."

I nodded. He hesitated, but held my hand on his abdomen.

I looked up at him, moving to pull him into a kiss.

He pulled away. "I haven't brushed my teeth."

I kissed him again, making him smile.

Lloyd Hansen can be soft. Sometimes.

Lloyd sat in the living room while I baked. He was watching Harvard play football.

As a commercial came on, lloyd came into the kitchen.

He came over, grabbing me by my waist and setting me on the counter.

"What are you doing?" I squealed out as he stood between my legs.

"I think I'm bored." He said. I just stared at him.

"Well there's books to read there's tv to watch...you could-"

"You know what I want."

I sighed. "I'm baking."

"I can see that." He said.

I gave him a look. "We're on a mission."

He moved to kiss me. I sighed and held him closer.

"Really? We're on a mission mar?"

I rolled my eyes. He smirked and kissed me again. I gave myself the strength to push away.

"Lloyd please. We can't."

"'Mar just stop fighting."

I rested my hands on his chest. He stared at me with his baby blue eyes.

"Hey..."

I sighed and slipped off the counter.

"Mar look. I'm sorry for upsetting you earlier."

"Look lloyd. You don't like me. I get that. I'm trying to get rid of these feelings so you fucking me isn't gonna help."

"I never said I didn't like you."

"Oh god shut up." I said.

"Margo."

I sighed and looked over at him.

"You are gonna make this a long trip."