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Contract Termination

March Oreo Short-
Assassin vs. Assassin

Enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers

Second chance

Someone gets fucked with the handle of a knife.

Just saying.

                                                                       

The icy barrel of Ilya's custom semi-automatic tasted the same as it always had. My mouth was a bit to busy to ask, but I imagine she would say the same about the equally chilly diamond tipped steel of the blade I had pressed against her throat.

It all feels like it used to, like nothing has changed.

I stare past the gun she holds in my mouth, at her smooth, slender neck. Rubies begin to appear along the velvety soft skin. They swell up in dazzling dew drops, one at a time, from the tiny intrusion made by the tip of my kunai.

"Vex." She whispers. Her tantalizing French accent is strong and apparent, even when speaking a name with only 3 letters in it.

I don't say anything in response, because it's not easy speaking through a loaded firearm. I just meet her eyes, hoping to convey everything I'm feeling through them.

Mon ange.
The words roll through my mind in earnest.
Ilya, my angel.

I watch as her index finger glides slowly over to the safety, engaging it. With one more long look into my soul, she retracts the barrel from my mouth, and slides her weapon back into her thigh holster.

I close my dry mouth, and lick my lips.
Without the gun's presence there to stifle the memories of my previous encounter with her, fury rises in me like a phoenix from its ashes.

I bite down on my bottom lip, and apply more pressure to the blade, digging the tip into her supple flesh even deeper. Blood spills around the diamond encrusted edge, and she whimpers beneath me.

That whimper stills my hand. It freezes my inner turmoil. The swirling chaos of emotions that have been terrorizing my insides since the day she disappeared on me, ceases at that single vulnerable sound.

I can't help myself, I grind into her roughly. My spot between her legs is too good to pass up. I have her pinned on this roof and her lithe body beneath mine feels like coming home. Right here, between her thighs, this is where I'm meant to be. It's the one place I know is meant for me.

Her breath hitches in her throat and her body stiffens. I understand her reserve, we were trying to kill each other only seconds ago.

Were we? A small voice in the back of my mind whispers.

Could you really take her life?