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Thread: Killing in the Name of... (Closed for ShadesOfGrey)

Just because Kelly got off on taking risks with her life didn't mean she was stupid. A lot of very smart, inteligent people were a little crazy, a fact many people chose to ignore at their peril. The drink she'd ordered wasn't very original but the proportion of alcohol to tonic lessened the chances of her getting more than just slightly tipsy. Which was no bad thing considering the kind of men she was attracted to, and she knew Ivan wouldn't hesitate to take advantage of the situation if she got drunk. It was a shame things were the way they were. If things had been different Kelly knew she could have learned a lot from Ivan but she would never have been able to trust him in the slightest. Whatever it was about Miguel, it certainly got to him. The change in his expression, the way his body tensed up was unmistakable. If she wanted confirmation that he was there to try and kill her then he'd just given it to her. He wanted payback either for getting in the his way or for injuring him. You're still looking for him then? The comment about costing him was interesting. It could imply he was losing money looking for him or losing work because of his failure, but getting up close with a knife suggested it was personal. Was he after settling a personal score and the money was just the icing on the cake. That would make sense. You know you cost me a nice paycheck there. Thanks. She was obviously pleased at the compliments he gave her. I was a lot better at school. I just don't seem to get the time to keep up with the training nowadays though. She realy did try not to be, but she was a total sucker for some compliments coupled with a smidgin of gratuous praise. Throw in a little more alcohol than might be wise and she was a complete pushover for any man she found attractive. So impressed you said you were going to kill me, She sipped her drink slowly and looked thoughtfully at him. and I bet you went right back to that alley to do it too. There wasn't any malice towards him in the words. It was just the way things were. A plan was taking shape in her mind as long as he thought she was usefull he'd put off killing her, and the longer that happened the greater the chances of her successfully turning the tables on him. Miguel seemed to be the key. So what brought you here tonight? You don't look the dancing type. Would he ask her to dance. She liked that idea, even given the situation, or maybe because of it. Of course Kelly already knew the answer to that question, she was just curious to see if he had the balls to admit it to her face.
Thread: Killing in the Name of... (Closed for ShadesOfGrey)

So impressed you said you were going to kill me, She sipped her drink slowly and looked thoughtfully at him. and I bet you went right back to that alley to do it too. Ivan nodded appreciatively of her nonchalance, and to confirm her judgement. That was one lesson that younger agents often failed to realize, the fact that it was all simply business. He had meant to go back and kill her, but sitting here now in the club, a small part of him was rather glad that he had not. Chatting up an 'opponent' was nearly the most 'fun' thing he had done in a very long time. Kelly was interesting, in the very least, and her seductive body had not gone unnoticed in the least. It was really only the gnawing question of what she was up to that kept Ivan from really enjoying himself. Maybe I do not need to know? He asked himself as he glanced over Kelly's face and neckline once again. Caution was an old friend, and maybe he needed new ones? So what brought you here tonight? You don't look the dancing type. Again, a smile was brought to Ivan's face, and though it took considerable force to bring the smile out. He did not begrudge it all that much. He hesitated in answering, deciding whether or not to tell Kelly his true purpose, knowing that she might be able to help him. Knowing also that she could also very easily decide to not help him, and make things quite difficult. During the extended pause he realized that between the timing and his previous reaction to Miguel he had probably given her the truth anyways, it would not have been that hard to figure out either. However, that also gave him all the evidence he was looking for she had showed up by chance, and was trying to find out what he was up to, perhaps believing that he was tracking her down to extract revenge. Now she would know that he only wanted Miguel, and still considered Kelly only an unlucky surprise that had cost them both money, and him a little more heartburn in his quest for revenge. Well, she would never know that. Ivan decided that quickly, and he also decided that he was 'safe' though it was certainly temporary and relative. No, I'm not nearly as graceful as you, He said, before continuing, But I am here to relax, and do not mind being outclassed. Ivan's eyes darted briefly from Kelly to the dance floor before returning to her lithe form, Would you care to dance? He held up his beer then, ready to drain it, whether she said yes or no.
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Kelly gave a wry smile when he nodded to comfirm he'd gone back to the alley to put her out of his misery. It was a good thing she'd decided not to be around when he got back. She doubted he'd have had a problem doing it even though she was unarmed and injured. At least she now knew the rules, that he'd kill her if he had to. Still, it was strange to be sitting there discussing her death as if they were just talking about the days happenings in the office. But then, in a way that was what they were doing. She noticed the way he looked at her and smiled slightly. Was he actualy glad she hadn't been in the alley when he'd returned. So he was still after Miguel, and for personal reasons, which would make their meeting nothing more than an accident. Or was that just what he wanted her to think. After all, he'd just admitted to having wanted to end her life. She could help him, but she would never be able to realy trust him. After all, Miguel was still on her to-do list. But he wouldn't be on it for long. She could offer him a deal, her up to date information on Miguel in exchange for half the money and a promise to stay away from the fat little man, but could she trust him to keep his half of the bargain. He didn't strike her as the sharing type. Or she could share her information and get the opportunity to finish what they'd started in the alley. Anyway, she didn't have to make a final decision untill later, but if she did decide to help him then any truce between them would only last untill their paths crossed again in Vegas. Then all bets would be off. The thought of that meant was disturbingly exiteing. I'm sure you have other, hidden talents you could show me. She laughed. If you wanted to. Preferably not of the getting Kelly dead type of talent, she thought to herself. Why thank you kind sir, She stood and downed her drink in one go. I thought you'd never ask. Putting her glass on the bar she headed out onto the dance floor, intentionaly adding a seductive swing to her hips as she flashed him a wicked grin over her shoulder. Once out onto the dance floor she spun around to face him and began to move with an undulating, loose-limbed grace in time to the musics rhythm as she enticed him to follow her.
Thread: Killing in the Name of... (Closed for ShadesOfGrey)

I'd like that. Ivan felt a tingle trickle from his ear down the side of his neck and after that a butterfly fluttering in his stomach. Then it turned from a tingle into the smallest shock in his groin. It wasn't overwhelming, but it simply kept coming as Kelly toyed with the easily captured attention of his testosterone. Nothing but the automatic part of his brain remained focused on his surroundings. Only his sub-consciousness was checking for the wrong kind of glance from one of the 'gangsters' or thugs that were sharing this experience with him to one degree or another. The rest of him was fully focused on Kelly. First, it was the lick, and very quickly after it was the seductive grinding as her feminine body brushed against his in that ridiculously sensuous way a woman could. The contrast was even better with Kelly, somehow her strong muscles and well trained body became a soft and seductive tool that could make nearly anyone forget she was a killer. Third was when Kelly flew away from him, and already Ivan did not like the fact that her body was away from his. He missed the touch, though he did not miss it with his heart, only his head and masculinity wished it to return. It was worth the wait though, as Kelly seemed to float into a different sphere of being where only the music from this world existed. The music, her, and him, Ivan realized belatedly. Perhaps, tonight I am a lucky man, he thought to himself as he turned to follow Kelly with his eyes. Visually seeing, but not quite understanding the fact that many other men in the club where doing nearly the same thing. Though all of their thoughts were simply that Ivan was a very lucky man, or would be, within a few hours. Next were the eyes, and for only a brief second Ivan remembered they were not Amelia's, but the thought seemed silly. Of course they aren't! It is Kelly, how he was so comfortable knowing that she was not his dead wife did not in the least concern him. When Kelly came back into his arms Ivan caught the flush on her face and light of excitement within her eyes. That he had caused the look added another bit of a jolt to his manhood. She was a sexy, young, exciting girl that probably could have any man in this room if she wished, and she had picked him only months after they had nearly killed each other. Certainly, that was part of the reason she picked him, it was like playing with fire, Ivan thought to himself as a final reminder of what was really happening. But certainly there were other men within this club dangerous like he was, but not as dangerous , Ivan thought with a smirk. Leaning over, he rubbed his jaw against the nape in Kelly's neck and whispered into her ear, I think I will show you. He spoke with command, but also noting that Kelly was really the one who had started it. As soon as you'd like. He added, just the smallest of hints that he was ready to leave, if she was too.
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I think I will show you. he'd said, then added, As soon as you'd like. She'd sighed happily when he'd rubbed his stubble against her, raising little goose bumps on her skin even though she could still sense his detachment. She'd seen the way his eyes had followed her, drinking in her every movement but there was no emotional involvement with her as a person. It was as if part of him was just an observer watching what was happening between them. The way he'd smirked told her he thought he was in charge of the game, but for now at least, Kelly knew she was the one in control, but she wanted much more. She wanted him to show her how much he wanted her, and by how much she'd thawed his frosty exterior. Even if it was only an act. Not yet. His lack of involvement bothered her. Apart from his hands on her hips Ivan hadn't even tried to hold her, or kiss her. It just wasn't natural. She could understand his not wanting to get emotionally involved, but for a girl like Kelly, who liked a man to show his interest with at least a little public intimacy, his lack of physical involvement was more than a little frustrating. Kelly wasn't stupid, She knew any indication of warmth towards her, beyond that required to satisfy his own gratuitous sexual needs would nothing but an act, that Ivan would end her life with the same detached enthusiasm he'd make love to her. Grasping his hands Kelly placed them firmly back on her hips and started moving to the music again, drawing him into her dance, wanting his hands exploring her body as they danced. He wasn't just some stranger she'd picked up for a night of mindless sex, he was the man who'd tried to kill her. That made him very special.
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Ivan realized quickly that he was being observed heavily. Kelly's eyes were trying to bore a hole into his mind, and were failing just as badly as everyone else who had tried. It was one of the things that not even Ivan could control anymore. His dead eyes were not a reflex, a cover, or a face mask that he used to cover the lack of emotions within. The simple fact was that someone had taken those emotions from him, and until Miguel paid there was no way for him to even bring them back. Even then, not even Ivan knew if he would be able to bring them back. What was present was what Ivan was able to muster without being able to dig any deeper. Excitement, enjoyment, and pleasure all swam in his eyes without him even trying. That was easy to tell, because there was no measurement to how they made his eyes dance even with the lingering deadliness behind. He did not mind that Kelly was searching for something, and he did not even think about changing what was displayed on his face at the moment, instead he stared back with a soft smile. The eye-lock broke as Ivan sipped his beer, but the playfulness did not disappear from his eyes even when he turned back to look at the dance floor, considering the other dancers and deciding none were nearly as into each other as he and Kelly had been. Turning back to his, date? He smiled reflexively at the thought and when a curious look crossed Kelly's eyes he decided to tell her, I asked myself what you were, and thought it was like a date. The thought was funny to her, just as it had been to him. Two assassins on a date? Ridiculous. Yet, it was true, no? Da. Ivan thought to himself as he paid for another shot of shitty vodka, and another beer along with Kelly's drinks. Turning to her, he pushed his stool closer so that he could lean over without standing and speak into her ear as the music again got louder. What next? Ivan was curious as to what she thought, any other women throwing the signals that Kelly had been all night would be in his bed right now, but it almost felt like Kelly was waiting for something. Something to change, and Ivan had no idea what that was, not in the least. He was as loose and casual as he had ever been for as long as he could remember, and as loose as he was going to get. Only the smallest, and smartest part of his brain was running on auto-pilot at this moment double checking glances in their direction, and listening only to the tone of conversation to see if it became hostile. Everything else was focused on Kelly, and the rising libido that was pushing him into such casualness.
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She'd been glad when they'd gone back to the bar because it had become obvious that she had been enjoying what Ivan had been doing to her just a little to much for her own good. Finding a man willing to indulge her sexual kinks was always hard, but she suspected Ivan would enjoy satisfying her more unusual sexual needs with an enthusiasm that could be far from healthy for her. Then there was Miguel. She doubted that he would take kindly to finding out she was still after the little fat man. If they did go head to head again over Miguel then if she had to she would need to use the weakness he'd shown back in that alley against him. The way Ivan had looked back at the dance floor had made her wonder if he wanted to dance again, or if he was possibly comparing her own rather poor efforts against the other dancers, many who were far more skilled at that style of dancing than she was. I asked myself what you were, and thought it was like a date. She'd laughed at that, but then, in a way it was a date. After all, she had gone to that club to pick up a man. She'd just not expected that man to be another assassin. A surreal image of them them going at it like rabbits when off duty and trying their hardest to end the others life while at work flitted through her mind. Now that was an absurdly exiting thought. What next? What next? That was the question. It still disturbed her that all she could read in his eyes was pleasure and that he seemed to enjoy her company, but that was all. There was nothing to give away his future intentions towards her. That bothered her. That and the way he'd so quickly worked out how to push her buttons. If his intentions were hostile then sleeping with him would make her very vulnerable. Just because she found putting her life on the line exiting didn't mean she was either stupid, suicidal, or both Just the opposite. She had a very healthy interest in staying alive. We should go back to my room for a coffee or... something. There she'd said it, but there was no way she was going back to his hotel room. There was a twinkle in her eyes that said she hoped the 'something' was what she hoped it was. Even so, if she was wrong the night could go very badly for her. Still, it was reassuring to remember that more than a few men with hostile intentions towards her had discovered to their cost that there realy was no such thing as safe sex with Kelly if they made themselves her target. A little something added to the mans drink made sure of that. Just enough to dull his wits and slow down his reactions without taking the edge off his desire or ability to perform while giving Kelly an unfair advantage. Of course, if Ivan had done his research then he'd be aware of her methods and be very unlikely to accept a drink off her. Even one with the bottles seal still intact. 30 36
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OOC 3036? We should go back to my room for a coffee or... something. The way Kelly left that final word hanging was all the prompting Ivan needed to agree. In fact, he probably did not even need that, but it certainly helped in any manner of speaking. His only reaction was to nod and murmur, Finish our drinks? That was agreed upon, and they both did not overly hurry or tarry. He finished paying for the drinks and left a generous tip that the bartender had been trying not to expect, though he did anyways. Ivan knew that bartenders had excellent memories, so to counteract he made sure to be remembered as nothing more than a good tipper who had been enjoying some very sexy female company. As the exited the club Ivan let Kelly take the lead while his eyes trailed both her ass and their path, it was just the two parts of his brain he couldn't turn off at that moment. One focused on the sexiest ass he'd seen, and one focused on making sure that he wasn't about to be killed. Ivan did not consider Kelly a threat, but there was always the odd chance that he would run into or against a former or new enemy. In fact it would have been quite ironic since that was how he met Kelly in the first place. They had arrived at their destination when Kelly casually nodded her head up towards the impressively nice four star hotel. Ivan moved ahead of her at that point, to open the door with a polite, Lead on Kelly. As they walked through the corridor Ivan could feel his caution slowly falling away until it was just a mere shadow, a soft presence, in the back of his mind. He could feel the testosterone pumping through his veins, especially in his manhood that was now thickening though it hadn't hardened into anything embarrassing yet. Every step that Kelly took in front of him was seductive and sending small spikes of pleasure already through his mind. For him it wasn't the danger that was everything, though it was certainly part of it, it was mostly her. Kelly, a rival whom nearly killed him, and that he had nearly killed. She looked like Amelia, but acted so differently. It was almost as if she was trying to take the revenge for him. The thought was stunning, and for a moment Ivan thought, perhaps I could let her? Before shoving the thought aside as they arrived at what was presumably her door. Kelly had moved to the opposite side, and face him as she got out her key-card. Ivan nodded approvingly at her precautionary movement, You are good Kelly, but it is just coffee? He left the question hanging with an ever so slightly playful smile on his lips.
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Once they'd finished their drinks Kelly watched as Ivan had been overly generous in tipping the bartender. She rarely tipped in such circumstances except for exceptional service beyond what was either required or expected. Anyway, everybody remembered a pretty girl, but a pretty girl who was unwise enough to flash her money around just made herself even more memorable. Which wasn't a good thing in her line of work. It was only a short taxi ride to the hotel that was her temporary home while in Miami, and she'd laughed when he'd he'd the door open for her. A quick stop at the reception desk to collect her keycard and then they were off up to her room. As she'd walked up the corridor to her room Kelly had added a subtle sway to her hips, wondering if Ivan enjoyed the view, finaly deciding he must have judging from the way he's stayed behind her. She'd all but made up her mind to share her information about Manuel's whereabouts on their way back to her hotel even though she knew that would most likely mean they would be in direct competition against each other again. Only one of them could collect on the little fat man, which made it very unlikely they would be able to co-operate. Kelly's room, when they'd arrived, although very comfortable had all the individuality, or rather lack of it, of a multi-national hotel that could have been located in any of the worlds major cities from tokyo to London. The set of luggage that could double as panniers on a motorbike, a black full face crash helmet and the fashionable but still functional black bikers leathers looked strangely out of place in such surroundings. Yes, coffee. Or would you like something stronger? She indicated the rooms mini bar but her tone of voice, although playfull, indicated that she would be very disappointed if all he wanted was a drink. You can order room service if you'd like. Which would he choose given her reputation? The mini bar or the much safer option of room service. Kelly grinned at him with an impish twinkle in her eyes. Now she'd see how much he did, or didn't, trust her. OOC 30 36 I was working on translating some Japanese and I cut and pasted the result of the test into this doc by mistake.
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OOC Ah, okay! No worries, just wondering. Ivan's brown, excited eyes gave the room a one over automatically. A motorcycle? It fits her. He quickly decided as he turned his attention back to Kelly. The smile on her face and twinkle in her eyes lit a rather strong fire in Ivan's groin. They both knew why they were here and what was going to happen, but half, or more, of the fun was getting there with these coy little games to distract them. He nodded to the mini-fridge and glanced within it as the door shut behind him. There was liquor, whiskey, and more shit vodka, but at this point shit vodka was better than no vodka. He grabbed two of the small bottles somewhere in the middle of the pile on reflex, and tossed one to Kelly as he stood back up. Na Zdrovie, He said before cracking the bottle and letting the small amount of potent liquid down his throat. For a moment things grew quiet, and then Ivan tossed his bottle in the trash before crossing the room to stand right in front of Kelly. Leaning in, he kissed her forcefully on the lips while one hand slid across her neck, gripping it for a second, before sliding behind her head to press her mouth more firmly into his. The other slid around her hips to grip her ass with a firm squeeze and pull her more firmly into his embrace. The kiss broke momentarily and Ivan's head tilted down to stare at Kelly, I'm glad neither of us got lucky last time. He was of course referring to when they had both tried to kill each other, I would have been sad to know that I could never have met you.