Amelia sighs, pressing her hands onto the cold metal to push herself up from her seat. "Right, I'm done here." She turns away, beginning to walk towards the door.
Behind her is the sound of screeching on the floor, followed by the shaking of chains. "Wait! What happened to our deal?!" Ricardo's voice booms, filled with anger.
The agent pauses just as she is about to grab the doorknob to exit, head turning to look back at him. A smile curls up onto her lips, followed by a chuckle.
"Oh, did I say I would get you out of here?" Amelia muses, leaning herself up against the door. "If anything, the information you just gave me has been seen on the security cameras.. So your sentence will become longer."
Ricardo's features switch from shocked, to angry as she continues: "I'll be calling the judge sentencing you already for your involvement in the cartel, and telling them of your new charges."
Amelia loved this game, it was her favorite part of the job.
"You goddamn bitch!" He slams his hands onto the table, Amelia unbothered by his sudden display of anger. She pulls her shades from her pocket, placing them back over her eyes.
Pushing herself off of the door, she opens it carelessly. Emerald eyes behind shades stare at him, an amused smirk pulled over her lips.
"The best goddamn bitch in the Bureau. Enjoy dying in prison." With a little finger salute, Amelia shuts the door behind her. Leaving the shouts and banging of an entrapped man to the empty walls around him.
Ricardo would forever be an animal, banging for release no one would grant him. He never was going to leave that room, no matter what Amelia may have promised him. Promises were faulty, and were at her whim to bend. A man as righteous in his own mind like Ricardo, would have never noticed it. Not until it was too late.
A skill she had now perfected. Like the serpent wrapping around its prey, until it pops in the snake's grasp. Now she had the upper hand, the mysterious beaked man had now lost a link.
Amelia had gained one.
His screams and shouts blend in with the already screaming prisoners, as she walks down the hallway once more. Following the guards in silence to the entrance of the building. Amelia had no time for small talk, not when there were things to be done. The job of an agent would never truly be finished. Not until every scumbag killer was off the streets.
She would take them down, one by one.
9:00 PM (GMT8)
The day at the office was like any other, the same routine. Briefing, conference, papers, and then to retreat home to do ultimately the same thing. A constant loop of the same actions, same movements.
Sometimes she got tired of it, doing the same sorts of things everyday. No end of the cycle in sight. A person has to do the best with what they can, familiarize themselves with a learned routine. Even after five years, the routine dragged at her heels. She'll make the most of it as she does every day.
The cushion of the couch under her thighs kept her cozy, the temperature in her living room warm enough to wear less layers. Amelia had her hair up in a messy bun, strands of hair on each side of her cheeks. Reading glasses pressed against the bridge of her button nose, slipping down every so often.
Long socks pull up to her calves, with black shorts covering half of her thighs. She wears a sports bra over her chest, hugging her tight enough to breathe clearly. In her hands, documents: as well on the glass counter table. Accompanied by a steaming cup of coffee, freshly made to keep herself alert and awake.
It was going to be a long night, sorting through paperwork of cases that she had yet to take. In a home filled with silence, not a soul inside but her. Had it always been this quiet, in the dark looming corners of her home? The lingering of silence had become so known to her, moments like these had her thinking deeper into the setting altogether.
Amelia sighs, pushing her reading glasses up her nose to continue sorting through the papers. It didn't matter if she was alone or not, she had a job to do. Getting caught up with the taunting silence would not get her job done.
The coffee cup still steaming, the wind rustling the trees against the windows of her condo. The street lights illuminating the streets with barely any light, but still enough to be able to see those who passed by her view. She leans forward, picking up the cup to take a sip.
Liquid courses down her throat, to soothe her dry vocal chords. To wash away the sleep from her eyes, with a sigh of relief as she finishes. The cup is placed back down, her eyes never leaving the papers in her hands.
From murders, kidnappings, massacres, they all sat in front of her in little sheets of paper. She could never solve them all, only sort through the ones of most importance.
There's a click in the distance, but Amelia doesn't move from her position. All too keen on getting through the large pile of papers in front of her. Even when her ears hear the sound of footsteps, followed by the closing of a door. The steps getting louder, closer to her seat.
In moments, the couch seems to push down under her. Amelia knew someone was sitting next to her, but she was too focused on her work to look. Until a hand slides under her chin, pulling her vision to the side of her. There sat Dallas, eyes gleaming down on her. His thumb rubbing against the softness of her cheek.
Amelia sighs, "Dallas–" He leans in, pressing his lips against hers before she gets a chance to ask what he had been doing so quietly. She melts into his kiss instantly, kissing back with slow passion as he does.
He pulls back soon after, Amelia's face flushed with light shades of red. Dallas stares, before giving her a light smile. "I'm sorry..I had the urge to kiss you."
"W-Why?" She asks, stuttering with her curious question. Simple, and yet it brings a bigger smile to his lips.
"Why?" Dallas parrots, pulling Amelia into his arms. Straddled against him, dropping her papers on impulse onto the floor. Faced towards him, his large hands gripping onto the small sides of her waist. Compared to him, she was a small helpless woman. From the sharpness of his stare, to the toxins in his touch. He was truly addicting.
Amelia places her hands onto his chest, trying to push away any urges she may have growing deep within her. She had a job to do, so did he.
"Because I want to feel your body on mine, I want to own you.." He breathes out, leaning closer. His breath fanned over her lips. "Just for the night."
She shakes her head, pushing his chest back. "I– We can't Dallas, we have a case and a–" Her words fail to reason with him, as his hands grip to pull her back once more.
A moment of silence falls between the two, as large hands place themselves on her cheeks. Gentle, and yet rough around the edges of his skin. Dallas, had her trapped in his grasp. Yet, she wanted to be: unable to escape the man she loved so dearly. To let go of all the stress, the anger, the confidence for the night. Just one night.
As his lips press hungry against hers, she takes the opportunity to be just as hungry. She was starving for his touch, his taste, even the aroma of his cologne. Amelia had not had a romantic moment with her lover in so long, she deserved this moment to be bare to him. Hands gripping into his hair, tongues dancing against one another. Little moans and grunts in between their lips. Such raw passion, pulled from the hearts of both parties.
Her back presses against the cushions of the couch, continuing to kiss her lover at the same pace. Legs wrapped around his waist, hands moving to be pressed against his cheeks. Dallas pulls back, a string of saliva trailing between the two. Both panting, staring at one another.
"One night..Let's have one night for ourselves." His thumb pulls over her bottom lip, eyes flickering between them and her emerald eyes. "I miss seeing you under me." The man's voice was rough, deep with lust. He wanted this, she wanted this.
Amelia rubs her hand on his cheek, biting down into her lips. "F-fine..Only for you."
He leans closer to her, Amelia trying to arch herself closer to feel his lips once more. This reaction earns a chuckle from his plump pink lips. His long fingers push the stray hairs from her face. "I'll make you feel good." Dallas whispers, a light purr to his words.
She chuckles back, batting her long dark eyelashes at him. "You always do." Her words match his whisper, feeling the rising of heat in her cheeks.
His hand grips onto one of her thighs wrapped around him, before diving back into her lips. Kissing her once more, taking control of the situation completely. His other hand snaked around her neck, a tight hold on the back. She could already feel the goosebumps he was giving her from his mere touch, how soft his lips were.
She wondered if he felt the same way about her. Dallas was not so expressive most of the time, when he was it was a very rare occasion. Did he feel the same way about her touch, her lips? Did the way her eyes peered up at him give him knots in his stomach, or nervous tingles through his fingers? Was he in love with her, as much as she was with him? Enamored by any little moment, in awe of how someone could be so perfect.
Was he dreaming of her figure, as she was dreaming of his love?
When this did happen, it was an exhilarating moment in their lives together. Being agents numbed them to the outside world, together they could feel something again.
To feel love, to feel desire, passion enveloped between two souls. She was lucky to have him, even if their jobs risked losing him one of these days. It didn't matter right now, not when the heat of passion ignites throughout her entire body. She loved him, more than he possibly would know. One day she would express it from her lips, but today was not when the fruit would be at its ripest.
Tonight, they would make love. Like normal lovers do. Simplicity, in a hurricane.