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

She still didn't entirely trust him even though it appeared from what he'd said, or rather what he hadn't said, that their meeting was just a chance encounter. Was he armed? She couldn't see any evidence of a gun but that didn't mean her wasn't carrying a weapon. If he was, it would be something small, a knife or a garrote perhaps, or did he enjoy using just his hands. Thinking about it, Ivan did seem to be the type who would enjoy using his hands. That thought sent a little shiver running through her body. Did he know about her liking for breath control or of the intense sexual high she got from the very real danger of running out of air and time? Then there was the whole Miguel thing. What was it between Ivan and Miguel? She doubted Ivan would tell her. He just didn't seen the type to open up to anyone, especialy over anything personal. Should she help him with information? She thought she might if he asked, even though she knew it would bring them into direct confrontation again within a few days. Miguel was hers. Her handler didn't like failure, and It would be her opportunity to redeem herself in his eyes. When Ivan joined her, Kelly lifted her arms to rest them on his shoulders while they danced, liking the feel of his hands on her hips, holding her even though they did restrict her movements somewhat. The sensation of his breath against her ear. What was wrong with spending a few brief hours enjoying each others company even if they were deadly rivals playing out a dangerous game to its inevitable conclusion. You are even better at this, Better at this than... what? She asked procatively even though she was obviously pleased at the compliment. Kelly could guess the answer. One day she was so going to show him how wrong he was. But not tonight. I could show you many things, but only a few are as pleasant as your dancing. I'd like that. Kelly murmured, hot breath and a warm, wet tongue following the words to explore the contours of his ear. She did wonder if they were thinking about the same things though. Kelly had always enjoyed a good night out dancing after completing a job, losing herself in the rythym of the music surrounded by others going about their oh so mundane and boring lives before ending the night doing it with some lucky hunk she'd picked up. It was a good way to relax, to forget the realities of her life. Not that Kelly had ever caused anyones death. No, she was just the catalyst that set in motion a chain of events that ended with the arrival of some small peices of lead inside her victims body. It was those bits of lead that were the direct cause of her victims death, not Kelly. Tonight was different though. She'd never socialised with a rival before, or someone who'd tried to kill her, and it was turning into a novel, but fun experience. That he was attractive, and that she kept wondering what it would feel like to have her legs wrapped around him didn't help. There was something about Ivan that reminded her of the actor Jason Statham and the kind of parts he played. Not so much Statham's looks but the suggestion of suppressed violence, of always being in control of himself that he portrayed. She had a soft smile on her face as she slowly began to move against him, grinding herself firmly against him in time to the music, well aware of the effect she was having on his body. Staring into those cold, callous eyes that had seen so much death she realised she wanted him. Wanted the most dangerous man she'd ever met more than she'd ever wanted a man before, if only for a few short hours. She wanted to shatter that composure. To make him want her more than anything else in the world. To shatter that carefully crafted mask and see the man hiding behind it. To have him thinking with his prick and not his brain. The music changed and Kelly twirled away from him, a dreamy smile on her face, her movements becoming more energetic as she flaunted her supple, nubile body off, letting his see what was on offer, her hair forming a dark swirling halo around her head as she ran her hands over her body. Her smile might have been dreamy but her eyes were wild with exitement as she danced only for him, oblivious to everyone else around them as she moved slowly around him in a circle, forcing him to turn with her if he wanted to keep his eyes on her. When the next track came on, it was slower and more romantic. Kelly came to a halt in front of him so she could slip her arms around his neck and press her firm body up against his. Face flushed, Kelly wet her suddenly dry lips with the tip of her tongue. But what if she was wrong, that their meeting wasn't an accident?