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Thread: Assassins (Findarato and Lemon)

A gasp, sharp, and sudden, escaped the young woman who was waiting for her partner. To say she hadn't expected Scott to put his arm around her, would have been an understatement. Sasha, in all of the years she knew this man, would have happily gambled her life on the fact that he wouldn't touch her with a ten foot pole. Yet, here he was, grasping at her slender curve casually. It unnerved her, simply because...well, she didn't mind it. Quietly lost in her own world of confusion, she followed him aimlessly, before the screeching of the receptionist met her ears. Oh, right. They were pretending to be a married couple. Scott was taking this job seriously, that was all, even if he was probably bound to wash his hand twenty times over, when he no longer needed to remain close to her. Honestly, was she that ghastly of a woman? He certainly made her feel like such... Tensing as his hand did, she stifled a laugh, pressing two fingers against her mouth to silence the sound. He was annoyed, it was so painfully obvious, and she was a bit thankful for him letting her go, given that she didn't want to be bruised after this brief elevator ride. Leaning into the slick, mirrored wall behind her, she glanced up towards him, narrowing her eyes. Sasha, in moments of boredom, and spurned on by vengeance, was bound to do things she really shouldn't do. However, she had the perfect excuse, especially when the valets started glancing behind their shoulders, out of sheer curiosity. Right. Thirteenth floor...just married...in love, close quarters. She grinned, plump lips curling, and finally latched her tiny hand onto the side of his face. Pulling Scott down with a surprising bout of strength, she met his eyes for a brief second, before she kissed him. Why, exactly, was she doing this? Well, merely to gross him out. He wanted her to stay away from him? Fine, she would. But not until she managed to spread all of those gross, icky cooties of hers upon his mouth! Her lashes fluttered to a close and naturally, she began to tenderly coax her mouth against his, letting her tongue tease across the seam of his own lips, playing at them, as if she were begging him for entrance.
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Scott stared up at the ceiling. He listened to the pleasant elevator music, while thinking about what room their target was in. He had it memorized, how many rooms from the right it was, and he was already visually thinking about it. That was until Sasha took him by his cheek, redirected him to look at her and held his gaze for a moment. Scott could have reacted, but he was so startled by it, that he hardly budged an inch. Then she kissed him. He did not move away, only place a hand to her opposite cheek, and held it. The action, she soon learned, was to conceal what was actually going on between their lips. Her tongue pressed out, licking at his own, yet his lips, were were warmer than they looked, did not budge. They did not pucker, they did not part. They just remained. His hand on the other side, gripped her waist, digging his fingers into her. He pressed his face more into her- it seemed as he didn't know how to kiss, or didn't want to. The amount of pressure he pushed into her make his chest press against hers, his body towering over hers. She had to arch her back, as if she were dipping in a dance. His hand moved to her lower back, supporting her, holding the pseudo kiss. His mouth did part eventually, but only to take her lower lip in his mouth, and he tugged back on it, making her lower lip extend out, too sharply to be considered playful. He obviously was trying to get the point across that he did not approve of her action. Before long he pulled away, and straightened out his clothing. One of the valets had been watching them, but quickly turned around when Scott shot him an angry glare. Thankfully, the elevator opened, and they all moved out. Just leave it at the door, Scott insisted as they found the room. The valets exchanged looks with each other, before they moved away. Scott opened the door, and began to move everything inside. The room was neat, above all else. The entire wall was a window, peering out at the city, and most importantly, it looked over the building in which Tyler was staying at. It was a refined one, for the most part. It wasn't a typical honey moon suite, however. The color scheme was grey, black, white, and the kitchen was finished with metallic silver steel. The furniture was mostly black. The bed was the obvious attraction of the room, a great big white piece of softness. That was until Scott threw his suitcase on the bed, and opened it. He began to assemble the parts of the telescope. He was half tempted to ask her why she had done that, tried to kiss him, but he already knew the answer. Don't do that again, was all he ended up saying. He seemed entirely focused on his task, and did not even check about the jacuzzi in the bathroom, which there was one. It matched the kitchen, a tub with a silver finish.
Thread: Assassins (Findarato and Lemon)

It was uncomfortable, near painful, and horribly bland. She was quickly questioning her own motives, but soon enough, Sasha realized just how upset Scott had to be. It was obvious he was making an effort in forcing her to retract from him, or at least, try to. She was stuck, however, and could only endure the tugging at her lip, and strange bending of her back. The young woman only made a few choice sounds, whimpers, which could very well be taken as pleasurable. Even if he was a hardened, emotionless man, she could only hope that Scott knew how to kiss. He just had to. There was no other choice in the matter, that his actions were merely spurred on by the fact that she had managed to get the better of him, and startle the usually calm and collective assassin. Good, she managed to get him back. Blinking a few times after she was finally released from his death grip, her fingertips immediately lifted up to tend to her sore lip. It was swollen, and surely, had indents of her partner's teeth riddled upon it. A quick glare in his direction, and she made her way into the suite, trying her damnedest to not open up another can of worms. Their arguments usually consisted of some very hardened stares, sensitive words, and temper flaring actions. Not once, had they gone so far as to be violent, or raise their voices. Strangely enough, they were far more alike than they could have hoped for. Didn't plan on it, Sasha quipped, almost skipping past him, towards the bathroom. He would hear it, then, a second later. A delightful squeal echoed off of the clean walls and filled up the suite, the telltale sign that there was indeed, a jacuzzi. Sweet treats! She was in the mood to soak away some of her frazzled nerves, anyway. A smile, and she bounded right back out, towards Scott. It's beautiful! It has at least ten jets in it! I'm pretty sure you'll be getting your wish, and I won't be bothering you at all, she claimed, but only said such, in the heat of the moment. Truthfully, she did want to help him, and planned on watching their target right at his side. Every day. Speaking of their target. Sasha made her way towards the impressive wall of glass, and peered over towards where Tyler was stationed. Hm, interesting. Does he usually stay inside, she inquired. I can assume he will today...but...it's difficult to imagine a man of his grandeur, becoming a homebody, she commented, glancing over her shoulder towards the other. You'd make a good homebody, Scotty... Oh, yes, she went there. Remark, and nickname.
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Her eyes were upon him as he focused on his task of assembling the telescope. He was sure some sort of sassy comment was about to come, but he was too concentrated on the telescope to give it any real thought. His movements were precise and efficiently, and before long, he had assembled the telescope. It was no child's play thing, but one that probably could be used to see far into the stars, complete with a star. However, Scott was no star gazer. He used it most of the time to spot before he used his sniper rifle, as she very well knew. He was surprised, more or less, when she seemed nonchalant about what had happened, and skipped off to the bathroom, only to hear her excited squeal a moment later. Sometimes it was hard to believe Sasha was as dangerous as he was with her antics, but he shook his head, taking the blinds and closing them. He began to count the rooms, until he found the room he was looking for. He bent forward, stooping to look into the telescope. He could see their man- he was currently talking on the phone, dressed in a red robe. His appearance had changed slightly, probably from not wanting to be found. Instead of having long black hair, it was cut short. He could see the age of the man, with his hair salted with occasional grey hairs, and the lines of age on his face. Even so, he could be handsome to some, if not considered handsome in his youth. He seemed to be in good shape, but with the slight beer belly that was obvious pressing out of his robe, Scott assumed he would be an easy target. He won't want to go outside often, he explained, ignoring Sasha's comment about him making a good homebody. We're not the only ones looking for him, I imagine. I'm surprised Mr. Franklin hasn't closed his blinds. When he does go out, one of us must follow him. He leaned away from the telescope, exchanging a glance with his partner, before he took a nearby chair from the dining table, and brought it to the telescope. Even without the telescope, they could make him out, more or less. From their vantage point, as well as the fact the blinds were closed, Mr. Franklin would have a hard time seeing them. Have a look, Scott urged as he sat down in the chair, using his naked eyes to watch the man pace about his room as he spoke on the phone. He's on fifth room from the right.
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She didn't doubt his ability to assemble a telescope with ease. Thus, that wasn't her reasoning for watching him with such intensity, and interest. No, it was the fact that currently, Sasha was experiencing a very poignant epiphany. The way he took each piece, with strong, steady hands and effortlessly placed them together. There was no room for error, or a pause. Quick, efficient and straight to the point. Scott was putting that damned thing together, in the same manner he lived his life. He didn't dillydally, and he sure as hell didn't make any mistakes at least not in her presence. He was a man of one goal - to get the first step done, and continue to the next. Until the job was done. There was no room for his humanity to show through. No time to waste on emotions. This saddened her for a brief second, until, her attention was pulled elsewhere when her partner spotted their target. Maybe one day Scott would learn how to let go, if just a little bit. The gods knew it would do him some good. Maybe he knows we're watching him...and he wants to give us a show, she muttered, glancing across the airway, towards Mr. Franklin's building. This man was notorious with his public romps with women, and although Sasha could appreciate the well-rounded, and well-executed love scene...she just didn't want to grow uncomfortably hot around Scott. The last thing she needed for him to realize, was just how squirmy she'd become. A thoughtful release of air then, and she stepped up to the telescope when offered the chance. Casually placed in front of the other assassin, now, she bent over just slightly, and gazed over towards the one who was pacing. Wow, she mused, squinting her eyes, He cut his hair...? I preferred the longer locks...but, eh, he's still a looker for his age. I wish we could listen in on his phone call...that little rat, she huffed, pulling back before once again, watching like a hawk. By now, she was comfortably poised behind the telescope, and nonchalantly, swaying her bottom back and forth just so, in front of her partner. It was his own fault for pulling up a chair, though, and sitting down in it!
Thread: Assassins (Findarato and Lemon)

His hands were methodical as he worked the pieces together, the seemingly quiet and peaceful room was filled with the sounds of metal upon metal. Had anyone glimpsed at him, or been unfamiliar with a telescope, they could assume he was assembling a rifle, which he could also assemble in the same precise moments. Scott pulled out another device, a pair of binoculars, and lifted them to his face to peer across the street. The man they watched strode about his room, talking on the cell phone, completely clueless that he was being watched. He smiled occasionally into the phone, but more often than not, he was speaking. His mouth never seemed to shut, actually. Scott, a man of few words, found himself wondering what he was saying. In a vain attempt, he tried to read his lips, yet even with the telescope zoomed in on his face, it was difficult as Scott had never learned the skill of reading lips. Defeated, he leaned back in his chair. He was about to ask his partner if she could read lips, but hearing that she wished she too could listen in on his conversation, made him stop. Coupled with the fact that his partner's ass was now swinging left to right practically in front of him as if she was watching a fashion show made him entirely distracted. He lost his train of thought, briefly losing himself, imaging that he was suddenly in a strip club, his eyes moving from left to right to follow the motions of her hips, as if he was a dog being teased with a piece of meat. The taste of her lips from her kiss upon him came back to him, he felt the touch on his skin like it had just happened a second before. It caused him to remember that this was his partner, and why they were here. He stood up abruptly, letting out a breath of air that could be viewed as a frustrated sigh. Mr. Franklin, he began, addressing the target in the most formal way, as if he were a lawyer, and not about to kill him, and more importantly take his money, obviously does not want to be recognized. It is unfortunate that our intel is too good. There might be another party watching him, however. He leaned forward, next to her, their bodies briefly touching as he looked over at the other buildings, to see if there was a similar group looking into the same room. He found none, but he still wasn't satisfied, and tugged at their blinds, making them even more concealed.
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After so many frustrated sighs, it was only within a matter of time that she had eventually grown null in void towards them. However, this one managed to make her turn her head, just in time to catch a glimpse of Scott moving. Soon enough, they were side by side, and her vision was filled with him. If only he had an ounce of compassion inside of his cold, steely bones, would she actually find herself interested in him. It was depressing, the more she thought of it. He was a man that kept his word, and while that didn't seem like much of a positive note, among all the other negative ones, it was something that lacked in this day and age. People lied, to even those they solemnly swore to love until their dying day. Sasha didn't understand these vows, and why anyone would ever let them grow tainted. Here was a man, that she knew, who would take those vows and live by them until his last breath. Her fingers tightened about the smooth siding of the telescope just as his voice broke her train of thought, causing her to relax her previously tensed forearms. There's always someone else watching, when you're dealing with a man like him, she muttered before pulling away, uncomfortably overwhelmed by her partner's essence. She needed to get away from him, and while she could handle herself, there was no use in pushing her own boundaries. That kiss had ruined a lot between them, she just didn't know it yet. Eventually their stormy day seemed to calm itself to a soothing drizzle, and while the clouds were still heavy and dark, with the occasional strike of lightening, it was peaceful. Seconds melted into minutes, minutes into hours. Sasha was growing antsy, and figured it would be best if she occupied herself with a nice, hot, bubbly adventure in the jacuzzi. Without a word, she uncurled herself from the leather couch, where she had been reading her latest romantic novel, and sauntered towards the bathroom like a cat on the prowl. Hips swaying, and fingertips already undoing the straps of her jean jumper. It fell to her ankles, right outside the doorway, and she let it stay there, a solemn reminder to Scott, that his partner was inside. If that didn't get the point across, then the sound of water running would. Closely followed by the hum of jet streams. The tub remained empty for a while, though, as Sasha remained standing in front of the floor length mirror nearby, staring towards herself. Nude, and with a calculating gaze, she traced over her every curve. A nasty scar glimmered in spite, running from the bottom of her rib-cage, at her left side, all the way across to her lower right hip. One of her first jobs managed to go wrong, and while her previous partner who managed to fuck it up, got off scot-free, she know bared the brunt of his mistake permanently. Asshole... Sasha whispered.
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The rain began to lessen, for the moment, and Scott leaned back from the window, able to watch the man in plain sight, without the use of his telescope now that the rain did not taint the sky as heavily. This would be a long wait, he concluded as he watched the man still, happily talking on his phone. They would be lucky if he kept the money in his room, but Scott had known mafia members to do more idiotic things. They would just have to wait, and bide their time. We will have to act quickly, then. We might have to send you in sooner rather than later, to convince him before anyone else does. The word 'convince' only meant one thing to him, for her to use her well proportioned behind to get the man's attention. It was the one thing that Scott was glad to have her along for. He watched her move away, sprawling herself out on the sizable couch. He sat back down, leaned his head in to use the telescope to see if he could see any details if he had missed any and failed to find any. If only he could read lips! He grew flustered at the thought, and sighed. His formidable body tilted back in the chair unhappily, and he heard the rustling of the leather couch as his partner got off of it. Where are you- he began to say, tilting his head around to look at Sasha's backside, to find her jumper being taken off. He shut his mouth up after that, and stared straight forward. He grumbled to himself, reminding himself that she would only distract him while he watched anyway. As he heard Sasha using the bathroom, he kept his eyes on their target. He had hung up his phone when Scott had looked away, and had locked himself in his bathroom. Scott waited several minutes, before he assumed that the man was taking a bath, or a shower, just as Sasha was.
Thread: Assassins (Findarato and Lemon)

Her vengeful glare eventually softened, and Sasha found herself far more interested in the task at hand. Dipping one foot in after the other, she let the bubbly, swirling vortex of water swallow her up. It was a sensation that was met with acceptance, the immediate vibration rushing through her taut, tired muscles, and forcing her to nearly go completely slack, as she settled down into a smooth dip. If she didn't know what waited for her outside of the bathroom door, she would have vouched that this was the perfect vacation. A little rest and relaxation would do any woman good, even those who made a living out of killing people. Little did she know, that at this moment, their target was currently indulging in the same treatment. However, soon enough he'd be given the lovely company of a very young woman, one who looked to be around Sasha's age. Donned in a skimpy red cocktail dress, she would saunter across the rich flooring after being let in. The bathroom door would open with ease, and there she would go, slipping into the private room with sinful intentions. If Sasha had bared witness to this scene, she would have merely perked up in self assurance. She knew, the moment she saw that man, that he would have a woman wrapped about his finger nearly every night. It was what they were accustomed to, after all...even if they were being hunted. They always got what they wanted. About half an hour later, the door opened up, and Sasha came padding out in nothing but a towel. Her hair tied up in a mess of auburn curls at the back of her head, she immediately made her way towards Scott, already eager to see if there was any progress made. Nevermind the fact that the towel currently wrapped about her lithe frame, barely covered her plump rear completely, or the fact that her smooth skin was lightly covered in a sheen of vanilla scented lotion. What's he doing, she asked, leaning over towards the telescope. She halted, however, when she spied movement in the man's room. That woman who had worn that skimpy red cocktail dress, wore it no more. She was wonderfully naked, and currently bent over the couch, with Mr. Franklin driving into her from behind like a mad man. Hm, Sasha began, her head tipping, to get a better view. For a man his age...he certainly has a lot of vigor in his system, she commented before giggling, tossing a glance towards her partner from over her bare shoulder. So, I go to take a bath, and you're out here watching them go at it like jack rabbits? Goodness, Scotty...I never pegged you for being such a pervert, she teased him. They always did say, however, that it was smart to watch out for the quiet ones...