Amelia's hand beckons her to follow her lead, quickly stepping out of the conference room and out into the hallway. Agents walked around every corner of the lit hallways. Some standing together, entering rooms, taking their leaves for the day. Eyes staring at the two as they make their way to Amelia's office door. She opens the door with ease, not looking back as she enters her own office.
Ellis knows to close the door behind her, hearing the light shut off the door frame.
Amelia makes her way to her desk, eyes looking outside the large window. The view had always been beautiful, even with the night sky covering many of the buildings with darkness. The glistening of the stars overhead, the lights of windows seen for miles away. A sight that would make some afraid of the seemingly endless darkness of night. It enveloped her looking through the glass, it was beautiful in her own state of mind.
"What is it, Reston?"
Amelia clears her throat, turning around to face Ellis. Leaning herself onto the desk with her hands, tapping her fingers against its wood. She crosses one leg over the other.
"The documents, the information from that day 5 years ago. Do you have it?" Her hand places in front of her, simulating she wished for the documents in her hands.
Ellis audibly gasps, pointing up at her boss' words. Quickly her hands go into the bag wrapped over her chest. Out she pulls out a handful of files, Amelia's eyes widening.
There was still information out there, and by the looks of it more than enough for anyone in her agency to get a hold of. It could be possible that the person who wished to meet her worked in the same building, having these files still be in their database. Yet she was grateful that they had not been stolen, an opposite sign to someone already having the information.
The other woman leans forward, Amelia taking the files in her hands. She wastes no time in opening the files, beginning to skim her eyes over the contents. "It took me a few databases to find all of it, but there are some buried things about that day that weren't in our own." Amelia was only partially listening to Ellis, eyes locking onto the words printed.
It was all here, that day and the events that followed.
"How come you needed-"
"I can't tell you Agent Ellis, I'm sorry." Amelia looks back up at Ellis, closing the folder in her hands. "It's something I need to discover and conquer on my own in the next two days." As she spoke, she placed the folders in her leather bag.
Slinging it over her shoulder, she walks towards Ellis. The woman stood there, watching as a shorter one approached her. "Please, enjoy the rest of your day." With a goodbye, Amelia walks out of her office.
Having the files now in her possession, reassured her of the possible suspects. The files being in multiple other databases would make it hard for anyone under her authority to find all of them. Meaning, no one under her was the face behind the masked man. It had to be someone from her past, some who was still alive. Seeking revenge for what she must have done to them.
Even with that, it was a long list.
Amelia had no idea if anyone from her past was alive, those who had disappeared into thin air. Cathy was the only person from her past she had yet to see walking and breathing. Those walking the street she had no clue of, were a toss up within her list. If they were alive, they were sure to come for her.
Her existence ruined the lives of many, revenge would be on plenty of their minds if they had the chance to strike.
Walking outside she fixes her large coat over herself, shoes clicking down the steps to her car. The streetlights were alright lit, illuminating the desolate street. In front of the car stood her driver, hands behind his back as he watched her make her way to him. Once she is close enough, the man opens the back door for her.
Taking her hand, he helps her into the vehicle. Getting comfortable in her seat she sighs, the door shutting next to her. The smell of smoke hits her nose, and her attention is turned to the cause of the smell.
Sat upright in the seat next to her was Dallas, a cigarette in between his fingers. Smoke filled the back of the vehicle with its smell, contorting as it left its source. She leans towards Dallas, who finally notices her attention on him.
"Dallas.. You're smoking?" He says nothing, putting the cigarette between his lips and blowing out a cloud of smoke. It was uncommon to ever see Dallas light one, he was always cautious of his health.
Dallas shakes his head, looking away from Amelia. "I am unbelievably stressed out, forgive me my dear."
"My love, you don't need to smoke to relieve stress. I'm stressed as well." She leans forward to grab the cigarette from his fingers, yet his other hand grips onto her wrist. The sudden grasp causes her to flinch, both of their eyes staring at one another.
It caught her off guard how quickly he grabbed onto her over a mere cigarette, yet she was more captivated by the way he stared at her. Dallas' eyes flicker behind her, before they move back to her face. Amelia's eyebrows raise in confusion, head beginning to turn to look at what he had changed his direction to look at. What was behind her that he had spared a second of a glance to see?
Her head is caught in rotation by her lover's hand, pulling her gaze back to him. Once her face is back to him, he leans forward. Brushing his lips against hers, Amelia gasps.
Small hands press up onto his chest. "D-dallas.." Her words fall on deaf ears, as Dallas her body to lay down on the backseat. Amelia has no words to be able to protest, cheeks flushing shades of red as his hands go on both of her sides.
She feels the way his hands move up and down her sides, with care. Watching as his eyes take in every inch of her, devouring her with just his stare. Until his eyes meet with hers once more, leaning into her neck. The heat of his breath brings goosebumps to her skin, even under the layers of clothing.
"I want you, here." He growls into her neck, Amelia putting her hands onto his chest once more in an attempt to protest.
"Dallas this is no time, we're under–" The pinch of teeth pulls at her skin, Amelia gasping as her hands grip onto the collar of Dallas' shirt. The powerful woman in his hands was putty, whimpering when he pulled back.
He looks down at her, a look of lust in his eyes. "I said, I want you here. Give me what I want." Dallas was demanding, territorial in this moment. Something Amelia rarely saw him display in public or private.
His words and actions had her heart beating hard against her chest, her legs shaking in anticipation. Chest rising and falling quickly, her mouth agape open. The stare, having her lose all of her composure, unable to deny him of his hunger for her.
Amelia bites her bottom lip, she nods. "J-just please try to be quiet–"
"That's your job, not mine." Dallas chuckles darkly, his hands wrapping her legs around his waist.
He was so sexy like this, now biting onto her neck as his hands wandered her thighs. Amelia whimpers, gripping onto his hair tightly in her small hands. Her legs crossed over one another, wrapping around his waist. Satisfied with the marks he had left on her skin, he moves to her lips.
Hungrily taking her lips into his own, slipping his tongue into her mouth with no warning. She yelps as he does so, but quickly follows his motion. Their tongues fighting for dominance, while both moaned in each other's mouths. Amelia knew she couldn't keep quiet, not when Dallas made her feel so much pleasure. The simplest of touches could get her whining in his hands, as long as it was him touching her.
The saliva dripped from between their mouths, only pulling back for a moment or two does the saliva string out from their tongues. Amelia pants, Dallas quickly moving to her shirt. His hands quickly unbutton the white button up, opening the shirt to expose her bra. Amelia shuffles her suit jacket off of her arms, tossing it on the car floor. He helps her take off her shirt, before beginning to kiss once more.
Making out with Dallas was always so passionate, but this was different. They had never done such a thing outside of their home, it was thrilling. Whatever had gotten into her partner, she would indulge him. Fulfilling a fantasy that she had kept buried within her throughout the years of their relationship.
It seemed now Dallas wanted to partake in the same fruit in a different way.
He always knew how to make her so hungry for his touch, like an animal. Two predators tearing into one another, fighting for who would come out on top. She knew that Dallas would always have her on her knees, begging for the opportunity to please him. Amelia only ever wanted to please her lover in every way she could. Whatever he wanted in the bedroom, she would give a chance to try. Having sex in her car, was something to check off the checklist.
How naughty she had become, truly fallen from grace.