(Warren)
He lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling duct. His sweat soaked skin was hot, and the cool filtered air felt nice washing over his bare skin. Next to him, the bed shifted and warm fingers caressed his neck. Warren smiled and glanced down at woman using his shoulder as a pillow. Her white hair draped across the silky blue sheets, and across his left arm.
She leaned into his left shoulder, drawing slow circles up and down his neck. Warrens heart beat quicken, and he pressed softly along her spine, his fingers digging gently into her muscle. She let out a happy moan and leaned into his touch, encouraging him to continue. His comm buzzed from the floor, the vibrating reaching his ears. Warren ignored it for now, much too distracted by his companion.
"Zat feelz good. For a killerr you are so gentil."Nakita said, her white teeth flashing as she smiled up at him. He pulled her against him, loving the feel of her soft skin on his. "Well, brute force is for all those arms dealers that I hear roam the city."Warren said, mischievously.
"Itz not my faullt you can't take za hint. If I didn't drag yu to my bed, it vould have been monthz before yu got up za courage."Nakita said, poking his cheek gently. Warren smiled and leaned in, kissing her full lips softly. His lips tingled, and he shivered with delight, still shocked she actually wanted to be with him..
Her lips tasted faintly of mint, and something else, tasting pleasant with each kiss. She pushed on his chest, breaking the passionate kiss. Nakita gasped, smiling a roguish grin. "If yu keep zat up i vill have to show you who iz the boss."Nakita said, her eyes glimmering suggestively. Warren grinned, pulling her body against his, enjoying the feel of her full lips.
She leaned in to the kiss and locked his legs with hers, using her lythe body to roll on top of him. Warren only struggled halfheartedly as Nakita straddle him victoriously, heaving softly. Warren clasped her hands in his, leaning back to admire Nakita as the sheets slid off her shoulders.
He took in deep breaths, his body responding excitedly to her sitting atop him. She smelled of lilac, mixed with the faint hint of mint.
The light of the room glimmered off her dark skin, caressing the soft curves of her shoulders and breasts. Warren smiled, his eyes tracing the curve of her jaw and down her neck. Her chest heaved as she took in deep breaths, drawing his attention to the soft curves of her breasts.
"Hey, my eyes are up here."Nakita said, flashing her perfect smile. Warren leaned up with her hands in his and twisted, flipping her to her back, changing their positions. Her white hair danced around her face and her muscular legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him against her suggestively. She laughed, shaking her head in amusement. Nakita glanced dawn to his waist, rubbing herself against him, her eyes sparking in excitement at his arousal. He glanced down at his now fully erect member.
"First rule of being an assasin, alway be on guard."Warren said, grinning down at her victoriously. Nakita bounced her eyebrows at him and bit her lower lip seductively. Warren's heart skipped a beat, pounding like a hammer in his chest.
"Well, why be on guard when my sword iz bigger?" She said, winking at him playfully. She caressed his member gently with her warm fingers, sending chills up his spine. He placed the tip against her entrance and moved his hips up and down slowly. He massaged her inner thighs gently with his fingers, his every movement an effort to taunt her.
She laughed happily, pulling on his arms, trying to move closer and pull him inside. He held her waist, not allowing her to pull him inside of her. His fingers locked with hers and Warren grinned, loving that look of desire in her eyes. He caressed her thighs, his fingers tracing her legs to the firm curves of her ass.
"This iz unfair!" Nakita said, taking in deep breaths, her chest rising and falling as he used his member to tease her. She slipped her hands free from his with just a little effort and grabbed his waist, dragging him towards her. She gasped as he entered her, his member sliding inside her slowly. His body tingled, and he leaned forwards kissing her neck, loving her moan of pleasure. Nakita gasped, breathing deeply as he kissed her neck.
"Yu are such a teaz."Nakita gasped, guiding him in and out, her soft fingers clasping his toned waist. He took in deep breaths, loving the warmth of being inside her. With every motion of his hips, she let out a soft gasp, and her fingers grasped at him, tracing over his toned arms and muscular chest.
Warren kissed her full lips, marveling at the feel of her dark skin. He braced himself with one hand on the bed while the other caressed her chest, massaging along her sternum around her breasts, taunting her. She arched into him, tilting into his touch with soft gasps of delight.
She clenched him tightly, tensing each time he thrust deep inside. Her gasps slowly changed in pitch, and Warren responded, pushing his hips in and out, increasing his pace. Her legs tensed, wrapped around his waist firmly, holding him close.
He panted, his fingers caressing up her chest to her neck. With each rock of her hips, his legs tingled, and his body tensed more. Rocking her hips and maneuvering him to the side, Nakita flipped Warren onto his back. Panting for breath, Warren fell back into the soft sheets pulling her lythe body on top of him.
Now on top, Nakita slid his erect member inside her and rocked her hips back and forth rhythmically. He loved how she gasped, letting out a quick breath each time he pushed himself deep inside her. Her fingers danced across his chest, sending spikes of desire through him. He braced his hands on her toned waist, assisting her as she rose and fell, pushing him in and out of her.
Her dark skin glistened with sweat, and she panted for breath, her eyes wide. "I thought you said yours was bigger?" Warren asked, panting with a sly grin. Her body arched, and she panted heavily, laughing. With each breath, he could feel her body reacting more, tensing more with every thrust of his hips.
She opened her mouth to speak, and Warren leaned up, sealing her lips with his in a passionate kiss. Her body arched against him, and she clenched him tight, her fingers tangled in his hair. Her body shudder with each thrust of his hips, her white hair bouncing around her, partially covering her shapely breasts.
Warren rocked his hips, feeling her body shake atop him. She panted with quick breaths, her legs clenching on either side of his waist, her body shuddering as he brought her to climax. A moan of pleasure slipped from his lips as her body tightened around him.
He clasped his arms around her, kissing her passionately and pulling her body against his. She rocked her hips down against his, changing the angle, sending tingles of pleasure from his waist up his body. His own body shook, and she pulled him in and out, her lythe body contorting as she pushed him deep inside her. Her chest arched, and he released into her, gasping for breath.
She collapsed onto him, gasping, laughing softly. Warren gasped, laughing with her, unable to remove the silly grin from his face. Nakita roll from atop him, laying beside him, her chest heaving with each breath. Nakita grinned at him, gasping for breath, her eyes bright, her white hair a tousled mess around her. She ruffled his black hair, winking slyly. Warren panted, his body tingling and relaxed, feeling like he had just run a marathon.
He rested his hand on the gentle curve of her waist, feeling her stomach rise and fall with each breath." Well, now I know vat to say to make yu try harder."Nakita said, caressing his chin with her long gentil fingers. "You are terrible, you know that?" Warren said, unable to stop from smiling.
"Zat iz why yu like me. I am mysterious, and dangerous."Nakita said, leaning into him. "Thats true, and you don't care that I am an assassin." Warren said, running his thumb along her jaw. Nakita laughed melodically.
"Well, you may be some big shot assassin, but I am a big shot arms dealer." Nakita said with a grin. He smiled, taking her in, the pleasant mood only partially ruined by his comm buzzing from the floor.
Warren rolled over, wrapping his arms around Nakita's waist and resting his head on her chest. She played with his black hair, running her long fingers along his scalp. He smiled, feeling her racing heart beating in her chest. His breath calming, he revealed in her warmth, loving the feel of her fingers tracing soft circles on his back.
His comm bussed more insistently, and Nakita grumbled, "Yu should probably get zat." "Why does he always ruin something amazing with his constant demands?" Warren asked angrily, rising from his soft human pillow. He pulled Nakita in for a kiss that lingered before untangling himself from the warmth of her arms.
His legs tangled in the sheets, warren leaned off the bed and grasped his comm from his pants pocket. For the moment, the comm was in the shape of a hand sized rectangle. With the faint whisper of the art into the device, the metal broke apart and crawled up his arm, settling into an armband around his bicep. With a faint trickle of power, a blue screen filled his vision, displaying five messages. One from Callie and four from Villus.
He checked the one from Callie first, his stomach clenching as he took in her message. It was a screenshot of a tv, with both Warren's and Villuses' faces plastered on the screen. This was bad!
He opened the message from Villus. One message displayed a screenshot like Callies, and the next three messages were the same. Damn, Warren hated how Villus spam messaged when he got impatient. The messages were an address, and a time for later that night, three times in a row. The bed shifted, and Nakita wrapped her arms around him, resting her fingers on his chest. Warren tensed nervously as she leaned her head on his shoulder, her breath caressing his neck.
"I have to go."Warren said, worry breaking through.
"Iz something wrong?" Nakita asked, concerned. He stood, removing her arms gently, and pulled on his boxers. He turned to her, his heart racing for all the wrong reasons. She sat on the bed, her blue silken sheets pulled around her shoulders, showing only a hint of her bosom, tempting him with her sensual curves..
"Something really bad just happened, check the news."Warren said, pulling on his cargo pants and then his shirt, covering his chest. Nakita grabbed her own comm from the nightstand and swiped at the air in front of her for several seconds. Her hand paused mid swipe, and her eyes widened.
"Yu are right, this iz bad. What vill you do?" Nakita asked anxiously.
" Not sure yet, but I need to lie low for a bit, and make plans."Warren said, buttoning his shirt. "Yu could stay with me for a few dayz?" She said, worried.
Warren paused and turned to her curiously. "You would do that for me?" Warren asked. "Of course! you are a friend." Nakita said, nodding. Warren leaned forward, knelt on the bed, and pulled her in close, kissing her passionately.
"Ok, maybe more than a friend." She said with a smirk."That is a maybe on staying. But if you think this is our last meeting, you are wrong."Warren said, slipping a light blue jacket over his shoulder holster. He paused in dressing, deciding that rushing things was a bad idea.
Sure, he needed to get to the meeting point in a few hours, but he didn't have to rush. "Can you help me with a disguise? "Warren asked, turning back to Nakita. "Of course, yu came to za right place. I vill have yu looking ugly in no time."Nakita said, with a sly grin.
"I'm lucky I don't have to make you look ugly, because no amount of makeup could do that."Warren said, his eyes taking in her white hair and dark skin hungrily. She laughed and stood, quickly dressing in a light blue dress.
With four hours and a black market dealer's warehouse to use, Warren underwent a transformation. He went from an athletic young man in his late teens to a thirty-year-old with a bit of a gut.
"What do you think? Do I look old enough?" Warren asked, bobbing his eyebrows. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into him. She placed her hand on his chest. "No kissing, you vill wreck all of my hard work. Do yu know how hard it vas to make your lips look cracked?" Nakita asked, with a smile.
"Thank you Nakita, for all of your help." Warren said, his face itching from the skin mask. He pulled her against him, wanting to take her up on her offer.
"My offer still stands. If you vant to leave yur little cult, then now iz your chance."Nakita said, standing tall.
"I'm not saying no, but I have a couple of things I need to clear up. Give me five days, I will contact you then."Warren said, worriedly.
"Whatz za matter?" Nakita asked. "Its nothing, I will be fine."Warren lied, his mind already on his meeting with Villus.
"And vhat if you don't call me in five dayz?" Nakita asked. Warren let out a nervous laugh.
"Well, then call my friend, tell her I went to see Villus."Warren said. Warren gave Nakita the number. Nakita grasped his arm, stopping him before he left. "Take your time, slouch, and don't forget to change your walk."Nakita said, her eyes boring into his. Warren nodded, appreciating the reminder. He disappeared into the hallway, doing his best to slouch and walk without his usual grace.
Several hours and a couple of shuttles later, Warren walked the streets, his gait casual and unhurried. He scouted the address Villus gave him, ever weary of the bustling throng of people recognising him.
Holograms played across the faces of some buildings, showing photos of both Warren and Villus in high resolution, making him nervous. His skin itched, but Warren refused to smudge his makeup and mar the disguise. The time of the meeting came, and Warren enter the building, taking an elevator to the thirty-first subfloor.
Underneath a nice four story building was their meeting spot, deep in the city's catacombs. He walked through the hall, wondering how long Villus would make him wait? He tapped his reservoir, shielding himself in a faint barrier of negativity, the air shimmering darkly around him. If he kept up the shield for more than an hour, he would need a break.
Warren cursed his lousy reservoir, wishing he had Callie's talent in the negative art. Warren walked along the underground halls, reaching an elevator before turning around and walking back the way he came from.
The time of the meeting came and past leaving Warren to roam the halls for another forty minutes. He was getting impatient, and the plastic skin covering his face was itching something fierce. There were no cameras along these halls, only several closets and adjoining hallways. This place was a maze of tunnels, and maintenance corridors that spanned the entire city.
His thoughts wander as the boredom of waiting got to him. He was nervous and was never good at sitting patiently to wait for something. He glanced at his comm, scowling as there were no new messages. His boots droned softly, scuffing the floor as he walked around the halls, pretending like he was going somewhere.
His mind drifted back to Nakita and the softness of her skin. Maybe he should just go? leave Villus and return, hiding out in Nakitas hide out until the heat died down? The surrounding air brightened and his shadowy barrier faded silently as Warren's reservoir emptied completely. It was like a faint breeze washed over his body, and nothing more. Deep in thought, the minor change in lighting went unnoticed.
He roamed the hallway for another thirty minutes, deciding that if Villus didn't show himself, soon, he would leave. Wouldn't that be nice? Spending a week just relaxing with Nakita?
There was a slight scuff behind him, Warren distracted, didn't react in time. There was a stabbing pain in his neck and he stagger forwards. He reached for his gun, but his arms wouldn't respond to his commands and his feet collapsed from under him. Collapsing onto his side, Warren's head struck the hard floor, sending crushing pain through his scalp. He desperately reached for his art, but something cold clasped around his wrist, clicking into place.
His ever present reservoir, his well of power, was cut off, leaving him unable to shield himself. A boot struck his ribs painfully and he roll onto his back. His vision darkened, and he panicked as he tried and failed to breathe.
His heart raced and his vision blurred as he stare up at the ceiling, fear and anger rising inside him.
A blurry figure leaned over him, smiling, but Warren couldn't make out any features. The figure held an empty syringe in one hand and smiled down at him. His head swam, his brain starved for oxygen, meshing everything together. Panic filled him, as his body wouldn't respond to his commands.
"Warren, Warren. You are so predictable, just like always. Whenever you get bored, you pace and get lost in your own world. I simply needed to wait in one of those supply closets until you stopped paying attention."Villis said in a deep voice. He wanted to punch the instructor in the face, but his body refused to move.
Still very much lucid, Warren felt his airway restricting. Was this a knockout drug? No, that was wrong. This had to be Vecuronium, a paralyzing agent or something like it. Villus put something over his mouth and nose, tilting back his head to open his airway. His breathing evened out, assisted by the fist sized oxygen pump that Villus placed on his chest.
"You are going to answer some questions. I can't wait to learn why Callie betrayed us."Villus said, angrily. Warren felt himself being dragged, and the ceiling passed by overhead in a blur of incandescence. All he could do was sit back and try to remain calm, well and rebuke himself for his carelessness.
Villus even wheeled out a laundry hamper, lifting Warren into the basket, before they were off again. Warren wished he had stayed with Nakita, then he wouldn't be in this position. Now all he could do was hope Villus didn't kill him, because Warren did not know who betrayed them.
Anxiety filled him as he lay in the laundry cart, his breathing aided by the oxygen pump. He couldn't move his body and the military grade suppression handcuffs were cutting him off from the art. His heart raced spasmodically. From experience he knew Villus wouldn't accept {I don't know} for an answer.