They had completed the mission and gone for a drink later, but soon after they finished the second round Izzy and Idaho claimed that they were "tired" and left. It was a tense and awkward situation, she couldn't leave because she was his ride, and she couldn't drink because she was the one driving. He was quick to catch on to his ex-fiance's awkward position, not because she gave it away, hell she was a trained spy who could bury her feelings so deep inside not even she would know what she was feeling. He felt the uncomfortable silence and small talk too, so he asked for the tab and left a generous tip. Inside, Bobbi was celebrating on the inside, but outside she just looked at him surprised.
"What? I don't have smaller bills." he said plainly.
"You're done drinking?" she asked incredulous, her eyebrows slightly raised.
"Well it's not fun to be drinking alone, love." he commented while putting his dark grey blazer over his dark purple shirt. "Besides, it's not fair that you can't drink and I can and then, on top of that, you have to take me to the hotel."
"And put up with you in the process." she added almost too comfortably. He shook his head with a faint smile and held the door open for her. He couldn't help it but watch her curvy figure move passed him in that sky blue dress that stretched until her mid-thigh. That bronze skin he could see thanks to the strapless dress, covered by her golden curls, was something he had always loved, and maybe he still did but was too proud to admit it. She called the elevator and they stood in front of it waiting quite impatiently.
Bobbi hated being alone with him in confined spaces, he just had some sort of inhuman power to bend her will and make her want him more than anything. She'd be fine as long as she didn't touch him, or he didn't touch her. Bobbi would act normal, wave him off and then have a few thoughts and dreams she shouldn't have about him.
The doors opened and they both stepped in, hoping, for the love of God, that someone else would too, but there was not a single soul to be seen. Bobbi didn't even try to press the floor button, she knew that the moment she reached for the panel would be the same moment he did and then they would touch and she wasn't entirely sure where her hand would end up after that. Hunter reached for the button, dreading the 31 floors that were beneath him. The metallic doors closed and the elevator slowly began its descent.
Idaho and Izzy hadn't left the building yet, they were in the security chamber watching the cameras, more specifically their friends. Those two needed a push, or they would never make up. Just as Izzy predicted they left early, when no one else was leaving the cocktail bar. All she needed to do was stop the elevator with them in it and they would be forced to talk and solve their shit. Too bad there were no cameras inside the elevator. Izzy and Idaho crossed looks and she hit a few buttons, leaving as soon as a red light flashed through one of the screens.
It was a well illuminated elevator with a panel to the right of the metallic doors, a mirror adjacent to it and an emergency phone parallel to the mirror. The walls had been covered with a plastic material that resembled dark oak wood with dark borders exalting above the rug floor. The blonde spy held her small black purse with both her hands, placing it in front of her and praying that the elevator would get to the god damn floor already. Hunter stood a respective 40 centimetres apart, his legs slightly spread and his hands behind his back, he too was hoping to get out of that confined space yesterday. The awkward silence grew with ever second, so the brit, who had had a few drinks, decided to try and make it go away.
"Thanks for saving my life today." he said softly, not turning to look at her.
"No problem." she answered remembering how she pressed him up against the wall roughly, her back turned to him and her ass brushing with his lower pants when she heard gunfire. "Thanks for saving mine."
"Kinda owed it to you, Bob." he shrugged while remembering how his arms wrapped around her to pull her back so she didn't walk straight into a trap. He turned to her with a hopeful expression, the hazel around his eyes sparkling when he saw her turn to him with a warm smile. Bobbi could have stayed looking at him for hours, but instead she spotted one of his collar buttons was undone and her hand gently reached for it. The room flashed dark for a millisecond and the elevator shook. Hunter instinctively grabbed Bobbi by the sides and pushed her to the far corner. The spy had accidentally wrapped her hands over his shoulder. "You alright?" he asked when the elevator went back to normal.
Was she alright? Well duh, she was a trained elite spy, a little elevator incident didn't even seem relevant. She could have told him that, but his warm breath against the skin of her neck convinced her not to. Hunter was static, his eyes closed and his mouth dangerously close to her skin. She could have told him to move away, but the words got lost in her mouth when his nose brushed against her skin. So the spy too closed her eyes and bit her lower lip until it turned white. She could have pushed him away, but the order got lost somewhere in the process. Breathing had just become a hard task for both of them.
"You dropped your purse." commented Hunter, his husky voice sending a prickling sensation down her spine.
"Right." whispered Bobbi, slowly opening her eyes and untangling her arms from him. Hunter took a small step back and she knelt down to get the purse, not wanting to bend over and excite her ex. But he was still a child, so he decided to tap her with his foot so she would lose balance and fall, and she did. "Hunter!" she yelled scowling at him while a devilish grin grew on his face.
"Too tempting, sorry." he said offering her his hand. The elevator shook again and she dragged him down with her to the floor, his body ending up on top of hers. This time however, the elevator didn't go back to normal.
"Damn it." she said half-heartedly, "The elevator stopped. You okay?" she asked slightly concerned.
"Yup." he answered. His eyes locked on hers, and she couldn't avoid gazing at those perfect eyes of his. He was fighting himself, he was trying to contain his burning desire so far, but feeling her breasts against his chest and her hips against his despite of the cloth layers in between was testing his self-control.
Bobbi shifted slightly, she thought it was because she was going to push him away, but instead she began stroking the short hairs in the back of his head.
"Funny, you're never on top." she teased trying to forget her impulses.
"You know that's not true, Bob." he smirked.
"Prove it." she suggested.
Hunter captured her lips with a hungry kiss and she kissed him back immediately, delighting in the taste of his lips. When they ran out of oxygen he pulled away, getting back on his feet and helping her up, even though she didn't need it.
"Haven't kissed anyone like that in a while." he said leaning on the wall behind him.
"Oh please, Hunter, you've been with plenty of girls, same way I've been with many men." she scoffed.
"Two girls actually, neither of them kiss like you do. I realised it was cause if I wasn't kissing you it made no sense to be kissing anyone at all." he explained.
"And you never thought of telling me that?"
"You left."
"And you didn't come after me." she reminded him. He looked down.
"I didn't know you wanted me to, Bob." he admitted.
"If I hadn't left that day, maybe today we'd be married." she reasoned, he looked up at her with puppy eyes.
"If I hadn't let you go that day, maybe we'd be married." he corrected her. "We're both to blame, love."
"Then we should both be punished." she said with a seductive tone. A second after she said that he captured her lips and pulled her in for a deep kiss.
When they told Izzy they had fucked in the elevator, the car, the hotel's elevator, and then her room she almost fell off the chair.
"I stopped the damn thing so that you two would become friends, not fuck the sense out of each other!"
"When you say it like that it kinda-"
"IT MAKES NO SENSE." she interrupted the brit, "But I guess that's love."
