Someone to Die for.

Chapter One.

The early morning sun streamed steadily through the window, stirring the sleeping couple. The young man woke as the bright light shone directly into his eyes. He turned his head to look at the blonde sleeping peacefully next to him. He shifted his body onto his side and pressed a soft kiss to the woman's bare shoulder, before climbing out of the bed and pulling on his sweatpants. He walked through the rundown apartment until he reached the kitchen, turning on the coffee machine as he walked past. He pulled two cups from the cupboard and poured some of the freshly brewed coffee into them when he heard, "Jack?" Her soft voice travelled through the empty apartment as she pulled on one of her fiancé's shirts. Her bare feet padded along the wooden floors as she walked around until she reached the doorway of the kitchen, leaning on the frame as she admired the man's back muscles flex as he fixed them the caffeinated drink. "What are you doing up so early? Are you worried about the mission?" She asked softly, as he turned to face her with the hot beverages in his hands. "Woke up because the sunrise. I'm fine, babe. Nothing to worry about. We got this." Jack replied with a small smile on his face, as he walked towards her and handed her one of the cups. He leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to her lips. "Now, we have some time to kill before Mike gets here and we don't have the place to ourselves. What do you say we have some fun while it's just us?" he suggested before taking a mouthful of coffee. "I like the way you think McClane. Hurry up and finish your coffee, I'll be waiting in the bedroom." The blonde smirked before sauntering away, swaying her hips as she retraced her steps to the bedroom. Jack wasted no time in pouring the rest of the beverage down his throat and placing the cup on table before taking off through the apartment and into the bedroom.

When he entered the room, the blonde was lay on the bed without the cover of his shirt. The hand with her engagement ring on palmed her breast while the other was in between her open legs, rubbing at her clit. His half hard cock twitched in his sweatpants as he groaned at the sight of the blonde pleasuring herself. "You're gonna be the death of me, Taylor." He muttered as he walked to the end of the bed. Jack grabbed her ankles and pulled her down until her feet dangled off the edge. He knelt down in between them and began leaving slow languid kisses along her thighs. "Jack... please." She whimpered as he placed his mouth everywhere but where she wanted him the most. He chuckled against her thigh before lifting her legs to rest on his shoulders as he placed a tender kiss against her bundle of nerves, causing her to moan softly at the feeling. She felt him smirk against her before she tilted her head back and moaned loudly when he began to bite and suck at her clit. "Holy fuck." She gasped out. Jack pushed two of his fingers inside of her as he continued his assault on the sensitive bud. Taylor could feel her high creeping closer as he pumped his fingers into her, curling them every once and a while. The pressure began to build in her lower abdomen as she carder her nails through his short hair, pushing his face into her. His stubble scratching at her thighs, her head thrown back into the sheets as moans escaped her lips, she was in ecstasy as pleasure radiated through her body. Jack groaned against her clit as she scratched her nails against his scalp, sending vibrations coursing through her body and tipping her over the edge. He removed his fingers from her gushing core and replaced it with his tongue, lapping up the juices that flowed from her core. He worked her gently through her orgasm before he let her legs drop from his shoulders. Taylor shakily edged up to the bed to lay her head on the scattered pillows, while Jack pulled off his sweatpants and climbed onto the bed hovering over her. Taylor gazed up at him with lust filled eyes which only darkened when she saw her cum glistening on his chin. She pulled him down to kiss her, tasting herself on his tongue as they fought for dominance which Jack inevitably won. "Fuck, Tay." Jack breathed out, breaking the passionate kiss when he felt her hand grab his hard dick and began to pump. He hiked her leg up onto his hip as she lined his throbbing member up with her tight, wet hole. His cock slid in with ease, thanks to her juices coating her entrance. "Oh my... Jack." She moaned loudly as he pushed into her. "Holy shit...Fuck, baby you're so tight." Jack groaned into her shoulder as he bottomed out. Taylor pressed her lips to his in another passionate kiss as she rolled her hips up into his, signalling to him that he could start moving. He started with slow and gentle thrusts before he began picking up the pace. Taylor's moans and screams of his name were like music to his ears and only fuelled his need for his release. Jack moved his hand in between them and thumbed her clit, making her moan louder. Her walls gently spasming around his dick, told him she was close to her release and just when she thought he was going to let her cum, he pulled his thumb away. Taylor whined as the pressure in her abdomen slowly ebbed away. "Don't cum until I tell you, baby." Jack breathed out as he thrust into her. He repeated the action a few more times, denying her of her orgasm multiple times until she couldn't take it anymore. "Jack... Baby, please. I need to... I need to cum." She whimpered. Jack placed his thumb on her clit for the last time, building her back up until he groaned out, "Cum for me, baby." With that Taylor came hard, her juices squirting over Jack's abdomen as he continued to pump into her, screaming his name as she released. Her walls contracted around him bringing him to his own release. He groaned as he released his load into her, coating her walls with his cum. Her walls squeezing his dick, milking him until he was empty. Jack collapsed on top of her, breathless and completely spent from their activities. His softening dick slid out of her as he rolled to the side. Taylor shifted beside him until she could lay her head on his chest. Jack had an arm behind her head, his fingers tracing patterns on her bare back. "Get some sleep, Tay. Mike will be here in a few hours." Jack told her softly when he saw her eyes drooping. It wasn't long until they were both sleeping peacefully again, tangled in their bed sheets.

Their handler, Mike Collins, walked through the door of the safe house only to be met with silence. "Jack! Taylor!" He called out for the two agents. Jack emerged from the bedroom, pulling on a shirt as he did. "Thought you were getting in later?" Jack asked the older man. "Landed a half hour ago, you would know if you or Taylor picked up your damn phones." Mike stated as he dropped hi bag on the floor by the desk. "Didn't hear them go off. We were busy." Jack said as he walked through the kitchen. "Doing what?" Mike asked as he followed after the younger man, only to be met with silence. "I'm gonna take a guess and say each other." Mike chuckled as he took the cup off coffee, Jack had poured for him. "How was the flight, Mike?" Taylor asked as she walked into the room fully dressed and hair in a messy ponytail. "It was good." Mike replied after taking a drink. He watched as the twenty-eight-year-old took the mug off her fiancé, pressing a kiss to his cheek before walking back into the main room of the apartment. "Chagarin's making a move on Komarov. We need to take down Anton, tonight. I had a look at all the intel you have found but I want your thoughts on how to take him out." Mike said as the two men joined the blonde in front of the computers and blueprints. "Anton visits this club near enough every night. We have an informant that works in the kitchens that will let Jack into the club through there. We also have someone who can get him a gun that has ties to Komarov. Jack goes in through the back into the club tells Anton that Komarov says hello and goodbye. Bang, Anton is taken care of." Taylor began to explain as she showed him the aerial view of the club. "I get taken into custody, tell the interviewing detective that I'll testify against Komarov, tell them that he hired me. I get taken to the trail with Komarov, we can use whatever Chagarin's got planned as cover to get him out of there and into American custody so we can get the file." Jack finished explaining. "Taylor, where will you be?" Mike asked. "I'll be in the club to make sure everything goes smoothly; it will be easy for me to get in there. After that I will be in the van, running interference on Chagarin's men." Taylor informed him. "Good, I'll stay here, monitor everything. This is the safe house you bring Komarov to if and only if you miss the window." Mike told them. Taylor and Jack spent the rest of the day getting ready to go to the club. Taylor walked out of the bathroom in a white and black checked dress, with her hair in a tight ponytail. She picked up her black chunky heeled boots and moved to the chair to put them on. Jack stared at the woman, hungrily when he saw the short dress. He let his gaze travel from her tanned silky legs up her body to look at her face. Taylor smirked at the man wearing white trousers and a black button up. Jack noticed that she kept her make-up light and simple as to not stand out in the club. That night, Taylor sat at the bar watching Anton in the booth with a scantily clad girl on each arm. She noticed Jack walk in from the back, gun in hand. He stopped in front of the booth that Anton was sat in, raising the weapon up to point it at the man as he shouted in Russian, "Anton! Yuri Komarov says hello..." "Yuri Komarov?" Anton asked. "And Goodbye." Jack spoke, the Russian dialect rolling off his tongue before he pulled the trigger and shot the man. Jack was tackled to the ground while Taylor slipped out of the bar unnoticed. She walked down the street until she reached the parking lot with the van in it. She unlocked it with the keys hidden under the well before opening the door and putting the keys back ready for Jack. She climbed into the back and shut the door behind her. Pulling off her boots and pulling on a pair of jeans. She unbuttoned the dress and took it off, replacing it with a white tank top and grey blazer.