Double Agent

○ twenty three ○

Ezra sits on my bed while I comb through my closet, stepping through the piles of clothes on the floor.

"I can't do this."

Ezra groans, "You did everything. Shot a gun on your first try. Got into a ruffle with a weapon supplier, stabbed an agent. But what hinders your amazing abilities and your fuckin genius IQ is your ability to pick an outfit for a random club we're hijacking?"

"You try it then. Your clothes come in presets."

"Do the green one."

I give him an appalled look.

"Are you crazy? You want me to wear a shiny sequined bright green crop top to a club we're trying to remain unseen at?"

"Fuck you."

"I dare you to."

"Watch your fucking mouth."

I blow him a kiss.

"That one," he points to something else on the floor.

"Yeah okay, you keep coming up with em buddy," I spin around, going through my closet again.

I gasp.

"You genius! I knew you could do it."

He blinks at me for a few moments. He must think I'm crazy, but since when do I care what he thinks.

"ECHA, please pick me gold accessories," I quip before disappearing.

"Alright, princess."

"Thank you."

When I reenter, Ezra, who's been leaning back on his elbows, peeks up from his phone. His eyes find mine before they drop down my figure, and then drag up, meeting my eyes again. The black wrap top I chose slides gracefully past my cleavage, crisscrossing all the way around the back multiple times. Truly the only thing holding the top together is the two strings that I've loosely tied together.

"Come here,' his voice is an octave lower, gravelly with need.

I walk up to him.

He drags me between his spread legs, looking up at me with a gaze so heated and eyes so black I swear even the light can't reflect off of it.

"Do you enjoy wearing shit like this before missions? Fucking up my mind so I can't think about anything else but you the whole time."

"That is the plan, yes," I nod seriously.

He drags my waist to him, pacing a scathing kiss against the sliver of exposed skin below the top. I shudder, and he smirks against my skin, biting it softly.

"Where's my jewellery?" I change the subject before I fall right into it.

"It's here. ECHA said hoops but God help me I didn't know if it was a metaphor or if there were actually hoops, in which case I wouldn't be able to tell the fucking difference but that was the least of my worries because all of your hoops were different sizes and gold and rose gold looked the same but I went with the middle sized ones cause they look nicer. The necklaces were easy."

I cover my mouth so my smile doesn't look so wide.

"You are adorable."

"Don't you dare ever say that to me again."

I squish his cheeks, making fun of him, but really my heart is melting and I'm trying not to let the blush colour my cheeks too much.

He slaps my hands off, "Put them on, we're late."

"Anything for you, my little honey pie."

"I hate you."

He spins me around and stands up to tug the strings closer together, and me flush against him as well. The heat of his body radiates over mine, bathing me in the scent and feel of him.