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He only knocks when the door is already sliding open.
The sound of another person entering her lab doesn’t seem to cause her to even twitch, but he can feel the sharpness of her glare before she even turns her head.
“You should learn some manners, Chamber.”
Viper doesn’t lock the door in case of emergencies. When there is nothing else but discovery on her mind, often she can lose herself in research, and someone will have to rush in and tap her on the shoulder if she is needed. Just that, he can tell from the current expression on her face, that she was hoping it would be anyone but him.
“I knocked.” Chamber shrugs, walking towards the console Viper is currently sitting in front of. A myriad of buttons and charts he would like to look over one day, but today his only focus is her. He pulls up a seat as close to her as possible, “How are you, mademoiselle? The poison is treating you well?”
She does not bother with his antics, turning back to her keyboard as she types up her work. “Spit it out, Chamber.”
“What?” He feigns hurt, “Can’t I just come and visit a friend?”
“No.” She does not even attempt to humour him. Eyes narrow as she awaits whatever news he must bring to her. Chamber doesn’t respond right away, and the lack of words is enough for her to shift in her seat. She turns her head back to him, a furrow in her eyebrows and a moment long enough for her to begin ruminating possibilities.
“I just wanted to drop this off.” Finally he speaks, posture always perfect as her eyes follow him stand up, before he pulls something out from behind him. “I saw you ran out.”
It is a bag that is placed in front of her. The logo stamped on the front indicating its contents. The smell hits her when she reaches for it, opening it up and the aroma instantly fills the air. It’s all still seemingly fresh, a medium roast, beautiful and glorious coffee beans.
Before she can comment on anything else, she meets his gaze and that grin he so loves to wear, “What a good friend I am, no?”
Viper’s head whips around to the glass jar of coffee beans she has on her desk. Her setup isn’t as elaborate as the one she has at home, but her jar is empty and cleaned out. Her last shipment got delayed and she hasn’t had the time to head back to Seattle to take some of her stock.
An accusation is ready on her lips, but when she turns to ask him, Chamber is already walking back out of the room. His laughter carries before the door closes behind him, “I accept payment in praise and admiration.”
The scientist looks down at her clock. Sighing as she accepts that it would be a good time to take a break.
She takes the coffee beans to her station. Water boils. Her favourite mug is cleaned.
The coffee is not great.
But the next time Chamber enters her lab, he notices that she finishes off the bag anyway.
They both enjoy their schedules.
Awake before their alarms. A moment to read the news. A routine to keep themselves in check.
And Chamber is never one to deny himself a delectable meal.
But things have been complicated recently. Resulting in more time at HQ, tech they need to figure out and supplies they need to keep updated. The long nights have started to become common practice.
“Eat.”
A command.
Suddenly what looks to be a well balanced meal is set in front of him. Chamber looks up from his desk, Viper looking back at him.
“You’re no use if you don’t take care of yourself.”
It’s store bought, Viper has never been much of a chef, but funds are there for a reason. When he even thinks of denying her, his stomach speaks first and grumbles at the sight of nutrition.
“I hadn’t even noticed the time. Merci beaucoup, mon amie.” He stands to grab a glass of water, one for himself and one for her. But as he turns back, she is already attempting to walk back out of the door. “And how about you, Viper? Have you eaten?”
Chamber sets the cup down, making sure to line the table with coasters beforehand.
She blinks, and straightens her back. “No, I-“
He doesn’t need to hear more of it.
“Then let’s share the meal.” The sound of cutlery jingle as he pulls out enough for the both of them. “It is yours more than even mine.”
He reaches out and offers a fork to her. It takes her a few moments to decide, but she walks closer and eventually takes up his offering.
With the metal fork in her hand, she walks around the small table. Chamber rushes and pulls out the chair for her, helping tuck her in before going back to his side.
“Bon ap.” He offers, and she hums her sentiments in reply.
Their forks clash. They talk about their work. They eat from the same small bowl between them.
When he looks up, she is already standing tall above him.
He blinks the sun out of his eyes, and the sharp green eyes of a viper stare back at him.
“Don’t get yourself killed.” She says as she pulls him back to his feet. The bullet that grazed his cheek made his ears pop, and he checks to make sure he didn’t lose any earrings. Only when catches his breath does Viper seem satisfied, a humble nod and she passes his fallen gun to him.
Before she turns to leave, she places a hand onto his shoulder. A gesture of reassurance, before he nods back to her to tell her that he’s fine. But her hand lingers for a millisecond long enough for him to think about it. The pressure of her palm on his muscles, his own hand coming up to his shoulder where hers has left.
“Not that easy.” He winks her way. “You’ll have to kill me yourself.”
And he swears that he catches her smirk before she reaches for her mask and smokes the place up. Her voice reverberates as he catches the humour in her tone.
“Don’t tempt me.”
The grin he wears for the rest of the fight is so wide on his cheeks.
“You’re tiring yourself out.”
“And?” She sneers, her mask comes off as she steps out of her lab. “There are more important things to think about.”
Viper knows that it’s so close. A new formula, something more extravagant, something more sadistic. Just a few more tweaks and she knows that she’s going to get it. At the tip of her fingers, she can’t stop working now.
But the time she takes is her time of rest. Still she goes out and fights with the rest of them. Testing her work and coming back to HQ to start all over again. It is sleep that she is losing, and Chamber knows that her body will soon give in.
The chemist’s shoulder collides with the Frenchman’s as she walks past him, “No, there isn’t.”
She stops in her tracks. Turning her body back to face him, “What?”
Viper notices the crease between his eyebrows, trying to figure out the feeling that has engraved itself into his features. “There isn’t anything more important.”
And still she doesn’t quite understand the point that he is trying to make. She moves closer, maybe somehow she’ll learn more as his expression becomes clearer, but it eludes her. She wonders if the objective is no longer of importance to him, if the whole point all of them are here is not his main priority.
The gasp she lets out is sharp. Just a whisper under her breath, but the feeling of his warm hand against her cheek is something she didn’t expect. And he holds her, nothing more and yet still Viper feels it jolt something inside her.
She does not slap his hand away.
“You will not perfect the formula if you do not take rest.” He puts it into words she cannot deny. “Your brain needs a break to reset itself. Is that not what science teaches you?”
Anything she says now will not work in her favour. When she sighs, knowing that he is right, his hand finally slips from her cheek. But now it feels as though something is missing, a coldness she did not feel beforehand.
She clicks her tongue, and rolls her eyes. Taking off her lab coat and setting it aside, she checks her work before turning the machinery off.
He doesn’t leave until he witnesses her walk into her bedroom.
He doesn’t hide his yawn.
Tonight they’re stuck in his office, she’s looking over some files he needed some help on. Eyes trying their best to stay open as he rests his head atop his crossed arms on the table. Drowsiness is getting the better of him, but he tries to focus on the image of her working in front of him to keep himself awake.
“You should go to sleep, Chamber.”
Even the sound of his name from her lips helps him stay awake. But his eyes are too heavy and he begins to slip in and out of consciousness.
It might be a dream. He isn’t so sure.
But he feels his glasses being removed from his face. The sound of it being set aside clicks in his ears. And then he feels her touch, a finger running down the golden nanotech that colour his head and neck. Tracing the patterns in what feels to be curiosity.
A lazy smile grows on his lips. A dream too good to wake up from.
When he does awaken, Viper is still there, reading over whatever work he’s already forgotten about.
And so are his glasses on the table beside her.
Viper feels his hand on the small of her back as they exit the VLT/R.
Guiding her safely off the aircraft as they make their way back to HQ. She feels herself tense up. Even the thought of such an interaction in public makes her muscles stiff, and her breathing begins to become heavy. He’s standing so close to her, a slight shove and he could be pressed up against her.
But before she turns around to scold him, his hand leaves her body and he weaves through the crowd as if nothing had happened at all. Friendly banter with the others, a bout of flirting, everything that is circadian to him and his character.
“That was good today, no?” He says when they are in the locker room. The crew are all still removing their gear and outer clothing, ready for a shower and a slow night in.
“As anticipated.” She removes her mask, and the air is fresh once more. A victory is only won when everything is over. When she has her home back, when there are no more fights to fight. “But you did well today, Chamber.”
She almost sounds impressed. But she would never let on that much.
Chamber raises an eyebrow, “Of course, you think I wouldn’t?”
“You’ve done worse.” A reality check.
He laughs it off, as do a few other people that are stuck between their conversation. “Ah, it’s because you were by my side. A beautiful woman makes everything easier.”
Viper shuts her eyes and groans her disgust. But a deep breath is needed to stop herself from being too amused, she clicks her mask back on to hide the laughter she holds back.
He salutes her way in jest when she looks back at him.
And she can’t believe she’s thinking about his hands as she walks out of the room.
“And that’s why you had to fraternise with the enemy?”
Even with the gun pointed to his face, all he can see is how tight her jaw is. The tenseness of her shoulders. The betrayal clouding in her eyes.
She’s a professional. That he would never doubt. It was always her job in the first place to take care of him if he ever stepped out of line. And whatever they have between them, he knows that she’s ready to give up if the conclusions she made in her mind are true. Even though he can hear the crack in her voice, and her breath is unstable under her mask.
And if he were to die. He thinks it would be beautiful to die by her hands.
But he wouldn’t have brought her to Paris if he didn’t trust her judgement, wouldn’t have cooked her dinner if the flirting was just for fun, wouldn’t have planned to give up his own bed and sleep on his couch tonight if knew this wasn’t going to be anything more.
“He is no enemy of mine, ma cherie. Nor yours,” He will not move from where he stands unless she tells him he can. Hands up to show he does not want to fight, and a nod, “I make sure of that.”
Chamber knows that this can only go two ways. She is not weak to let him out of her sight if she decides that his actions were wrong. But he knows that a few more words will allow her to see it the way he does.
“Sabine,” Now that he has finally said her name, he never wants to stop. “I wouldn’t have done it if I wasn't a thousand percent sure that it would outweigh every other outcome.”
And then he sees it. The way it clicks for her. That she would do the very same were she in his position. Sometimes, everything must be sacrificed in order for the bigger picture to come to fruition. She too understands this, as a scientist, as an agent, as someone that needs to win.
She lowers her gun. “Ah, I knew you’d see the light.”
She clicks her tongue at the smirk that forms on his face. It only takes two steps for her to close the gap between them, and her hands come up to either side of his face. He thinks for a moment, that maybe she’ll snap his neck, and this is how he goes out. Something more sentimental than a gun or her poison. But instead, her mask clicks as she removes it and he feels her pull him close, their eyes meet, and in the time it takes for him to decide the emotion that brews behind her eyes, Viper presses her lips onto his.
He never imagined that their first kiss would be so messy.
She tastes like her third cup of coffee and a salient solution. And though it is his tongue that asks for permission and coaxes her lips open, it is hers that presses past his teeth and tangles with him. It is desperate and angry and everything he is willing to give to her.
The sniper feels a sense of relief, as he feels her body begin to relax against his. His hands pull her by her waist, and never think of letting go. This moment has been imminent for him for so long, but there are lines he feels would be sacrilegious to overstep with her. A fling would be a disgrace to her name, and he would not dare be the one to muddy it. Or maybe that’s what he says to convince himself, so he wouldn’t be brokenhearted if she were to shake him off so casually.
“I will personally gut you, and use your body for science, if you ever lie to me.” They only pull away when both need breath. Her teeth grit with the words, and she means every one of them. He knows it, he would never doubt her.
He smiles into her skin. “It would be an honor.”
“It’s late, Viper.”
He is leaning against the door frame as the fluorescent light of her lab hits him. He has changed into more comfortable clothes, though never forgoing his flare. And Viper did notice the time, but in her mind she had already calculated the hours and given herself a few more which she knows she will lose in the morning. The work is too important, and discovery is to be made.
“Go rest, Chamber.”
He makes it to her, an arm instantly wraps around her waist and she’s pulled into his side. His muscles are solid and taunt, and she tries her best not to think about it too hard.
“I won’t until you will.”
“Then we will be awake all night.”
He presses his lips to her temple even as she continues to work away. Fingers at her hips digging into her skin, and her body relaxes into him. An instinctive source of comfort she never knew she would find in another.
“Then I’ll think of something fun two people can do. Alone. At night.” He raises his eyebrows in playful suggestion and she rolls her eyes on cue. The words he plays off as simple flirtation, but the slope is still slippery and he hopes he isn’t overstepping any lines to suggest such illicit conversation.
They have only shared kisses. And his hands can’t keep themselves off of her whenever they’re alone in a room together. Even if it is just a hand on her thigh when they’re sitting side by side, or this foot presses against hers under the table.
“Come on, you’re going to sleep.”
Complaints are already bubbling in her mouth when he checks her work once over to make sure all the data is saved. Then he pushes her out of the lab, turns off the lights and makes it to the front of her door.
The corridor is empty, though a few lights still emanate from some of the bed rooms. Chamber knows to be quiet, knowing Sabine would not find humour in others speculating anything about them were they to be caught together. Him too close to her for a good enough explanation.
“Bonne nuit, Sabine.” His whisper is accompanied by her hand in his, taken to his lips for a kiss to be planted on her knuckles.
But when he begins to let go, her fingers keep interlaced with his.
She does not speak as she slowly pulls him into the room. Crossing the threshold of which he has yet to do. Only on her terms, only on her time. She sits him on the edge of her bed, as she steps between his legs and he places his hands on the back of her thighs. Looking down, she traces his lips with her thumb. Viper bends down, pressing her lips onto his and he responds by echoing her gentle enthusiasm.
His hands are tight around her thighs.
When she pulls away from him she can see his throat bob, quenching a thirst he holds so deeply for her. Her thumbs stroking his cheeks with her hands on either side of his face.
“I’m going to change.” She whispers.
“Oui.” He nods.
She comes back in her pyjamas with him not moving an inch. The sight makes her let out a laugh but he does not dare do anything just yet. He is but a visitor after all.
Another kiss before she pulls back the covers and slides into the sheets. A warmth that welcomes her body, and suddenly tiredness does overwhelm her afterall. It takes another gesture from her for Chamber to climb in next to her, and her feet are cold against his, and she laughs when he shivers.
She buries her face in his neck. Breathing him in, the smell of him engulfs her and she lets go of all the tenseness in her body. He pulls one of her legs up to wrap around his body, before his arms then circle her frame.
Chamber leaves a kiss on her temple.
They’re both asleep before their next breath.
It’s the best sleep either of them have had in a while.
He does not dare say anything.
Uncharacteristically out of words, but he thinks it’s working to his advantage. For the wrong thing may lead to her groaning and leaving him. And he cannot risk that, not when she’s just slunk into his running shower completely unclothed. The Frenchman stays still, the suds in his hair still clinging on as he allows the water to fall onto his head.
Her eyes aren’t even on him.
She’s brought her own soap. Of course she does, he thinks. A woman of specific preferences, he does not blame her. But for him to be of her preference, he considers himself lucky. She sets them down and pushes her body against his, needing to wet herself with the water he is currently standing straight under.
Chamber doesn’t know where to look. If he should be looking, or if his eyes need to stay to the wall in front of them and nowhere else.
“Will you help me?” Her voice is what snaps him back to reality. And a loofa she’s already poured soap onto is being presented to him.
He stutters his acceptance and she turns around. He starts slowly scrubbing her skin, tight circles down her back. Then he takes her arm and stretches it out, carefully getting all the crevices that may be harder for her. When he is done, she thanks him and asks if he would like some help. To which he almost couldn’t reply, but his nod suffices and she turns her hands up and down his body. Scrubbing away at the sweat of the day.
The process repeats with shampoo. She hums her enjoyment as he massages it into her scalp. Eyes closed and a satisfactory smile at the edge of her lips. He makes sure none of it gets into her eyes and he holds her face in his hands.
Viper peels her eyes open, met with a face she’s burned into her memory. Soft and sweet, words she did not think she would appoint to him only a few months ago.
He leans down, ignoring the bitter shampoo that has entered his mouth for the sake of tasting her. Their tongues meet in the middle, she bites his lower lip, he groans her name and continues to devour her.
It’s never enough. He wants her all.
But time is never their friend. An emergency call comes in, they both sigh as their foreheads rest upon each other, and the water continues to fall onto them.
She doesn’t understand why he kisses her so gently.
Even when the size of his body is engulfing her against the bed and she can taste the hunger from both their lips. And he doesn’t hide how hard he is pressed against her pubic bone. Just off centre enough to make her groan in frustration.
Her teeth dig into his bottom lip, attempting to coax him into giving into his desperation. Or maybe hers, as she begins to become impatient. She needs him now, like she has been thinking about for the past few months.
Hands pull at his belt, expertly pulling it off of him as she licks the inside of his mouth. He groans so beautifully that she needs to hear it again. Viper pulls Chamber’s shirt from his trousers, buttons are too fussy and he has so many of them. His vest, his shirt, his trousers. She might have ripped the collar off of his chain, but it was just in the way and she needed his skin more than anything.
She slithers out of her own clothing with ease, throwing it to the floor as quickly as she can. Left in her underwear as he is in his.
He tells her she’s beautiful. And her fingers are already on the hem of his boxers, and a hiss comes from his lips as she takes him in her hands. Viper pulls the last bit of his clothing off of him, they’re getting in the way and so are hers. Finally both bare for each other. She comes up to nibble on his earlobe and whisper salacious words that cause him to grin.
Chamber presses his thumb into her pulse, as if mapping out the spot of which he plans to mark her. Once satisfied, his lips come to her neck. Sucking on soft skin until he leaves proof of himself on her. And she moans his name, and soon he’s left a trail of red from her neck to her clavicle.
He has the audacity to end his offensive with a chaste kiss. Placed upon her lips, almost as to remind her of his comfort. Soft and gentle, he continues down her neck, then a kiss on each breast, he travels down her stomach, leaving a handful of kisses in his wake, and stopping to lock his gaze with hers as he arrives at his end point.
And she knew that he would spoil anyone he’d be with. But she almost hates that he really is that good. As if it makes up for all the corny flirtations, and the attention seeking comments. His name escapes her in a gasp when his tongue comes into contact with her core, as she digs her nails into his scalp and pulls on his hair for stability. She thinks she has found the best use for his mouth, as she grinds herself onto his tongue and he doesn’t break eye contact with her as her chest begins to heave and her eyes flutter close.
His name has never sounded so beautiful.
She’s trying to settle her breathing when he comes back up to her. Slowly making his way by revisiting spots he had left kisses at earlier. His lips are covered in her when they’re face to face, he smirks as she wipes herself off of him with his thumb and he kisses her so sweetly as if he hadn’t just made her head spin.
“I’m not done with you.” She insists, hand already reaching down to find him still painfully hard. He sucks in breath at her touch, so obvious that he won’t last so long himself.
Viper pushes him onto his back, and she flings her leg over him. Instantly turning into one of his favourite sights, his hands circle her waist as she straddles him, hips square with his. The feeling of him hard against her warmth makes them both inhale sharply.
One hand on his chest, another wrapped around him, Viper lifts herself up and guides him into her. They both moan in tandem as he enters her.
She starts carefully, getting used to the feeling of him inside her. Slowly gaining rhythm as she begins to quicken her pace. Viper digs herself as deep as she can, wanting him to hit the deepest crevices of her body, and she can feel him flex his fingers around her waist at the sensation. A groan he can't hold back, a sound she wishes to hear again and again. He lifts his hips because he can’t get enough, he needs to be deeper, he needs to feel all of her. And she curses into the night at the sensation of him.
The chemist falls onto Chamber’s chest, and he continues her work as he thrusts into her. And his mouth clings onto her neck. Leaving more marks peppered on her skin. He wants to get them as close as possible to the edge of her high neck uniform, just to tease her, just to remind her of where he’s been. Reveling in the thought of being the only one that knows about the patterns that colour her skin.
“Vincent.” His name leaves her lips as she continues to fuck herself onto him. Her hand between them pressing against her clit. Grinding her hip and he holds on tight, leaving dents where his fingers dig into her hips. Her head thrown back and her lips slightly parted, “Make me come, Vincent. Please, make me-“
He is the devil, she thinks. For rutting faster into her as she comes on him. For replacing her own hand and stroking her faster than she could herself. For whispering his confessions into her ear.
He doesn’t make it long after. He never does.
The others have been looking at him strangely.
Staring at him for a little too long. Lingering looks whenever he’s in the room.
He’s not stupid enough to not assume why. And everyone is smart enough to start catching patterns. At least some of them are. And he knows the team likes to talk.
Sabine is not going to like this.
He thought he was discreet enough. And Viper never looks at him twice when others are around.
But he’s been sleeping in her room.
She’s been going back and forth to his office.
And once they picked up an impromptu con call from the same room in Paris.
“Sabine.” He brings up while they’re lounging in his room. Viper is reading through some files, and he hasn’t turned the page of his book in five minutes. “I think the team might have a suspicion about us.”
“How did you deduce that?”
“They have been looking at me, but not saying anything. And yes, I did consider that they have finally come to the realisation that I am the best dressed,” She ignores the words, “But no one has asked about my tailor yet, so there must be something else.”
“Maybe you are too full of yourself.”
“Ah, you can never be too full of yourself if you truly are as great as you believe.”
It has been more than a year since they’ve started seeing each other. He’s never been one for fanfare in a relationship, it’s too dangerous in his line of work. Even the very nature of being close to someone tips the balance of the scales of his life. But for her, he knows how sensitive it can all be. Work is work, and she does not need her personal life crossing over.
When he looks over at her, Sabine takes a sip of her coffee.
“I worry you might not want-”
“I will not hesitate to cut out a tongue or two if the chatter gets unproductive.” She tilts her head, a notion serious if it comes from her. Her hand comes down to his thigh, reassuring “But Vincent, I do not care what they have to say. If anything at all.”
He takes her hand, kissing her fingers before he continues a trail up her arm. A kiss into her clavicle, then up her neck. Too many kisses on her cheeks that she feigns complaint, before meeting her lips.
He tosses his books aside, and her tablet onto the table. Pressing her down into the couch as she laughs his name into his mouth.
People now expect Chamber to be in her lab.
She’s had KJ knock on her door more than once asking if he’s around.
Neon said something less flattering about Chamber in front of her, then quickly slapped her mouth close, worried she had said something offensive.
Brimstone asks her to remind him of something the other day.
The door slides open.
“No, he is not here right now.” The annoyance evident in her voice. People have never come to her lab this often, she is considering melding her door shut.
But it is a familiar voice that responds. “Just making a house call.”
“Chamber.”
“Oh, back to professionalism.” He teases, he walks towards her to see what she is working on. Things he doesn’t quite understand, but all the bubbles are fun to see. He taps his card on the table. “I came to see if you wanted to get lunch.”
“Unfortunately, I need to discuss something with KJ over lunch.”
“I’m hurt.”
“You should beg harder.”
He would, if she really wanted him to, he would. But they’ll see each other in bed. In the shower. After work when they both can’t do anything else but sleep. Maybe dinner. He’ll cook her a meal. She’ll prepare him coffee in the morning.
“Then,” A kiss on her shoulder. “I will see you tonight?”
She raises an eyebrow, “When do you not?”
“It is romantique, ma cherie! The yearning, the desire.” Another kiss on the cheek and he walks away, exaggerating his hurt“. Tell me you long for me, or my heart will be crushed.”
She rolls her eyes.
And laughs.
He doesn’t know if it’s humour or pity. He doesn’t mind it either way.
It is his life’s desire to make sure she keeps on doing so.
“Vincent.”
She warns as he rocks into her again. The strangled gasp that she releases falls into his mouth, as their lips find each other over and over again. The hook of his nose crashes into hers, wanting so desperately to be closer than humanly possible. And her nails claw into his scalp, as the weight of his body challenges the springs of the bed with the pressure he rolls into her hips.
“I know.” He reassures her, even if it is her legs that are wrapped tightly around him. Needing a hand to gently push her thigh further into herself, giving him space in order to free himself. He gnaws at her jaw in the urgency of it all, her name is prayer he cries in her ear.
And he pulls out perfectly on time.
He knows that she still makes the effort to manage his name after her mind is dizzy post her own orgasms only as a reminder. That a child cannot be afforded in times of war. Not that she wants one, nor that he does. And they both know that the contraceptives shots they’ve administered are strong.
But she’s so warm that he’s allowed to forget about the calamity of their lives.
He finishes on her stomach, as she always requests. The sweat on his forehead mixes with hers, as he softens the blow of time setting in and his high slowly trickling out of his veins. Slow kisses map out her cheeks, her jaw, her neck, before he meets her lips again.
She smiles. A lazy, satisfactory smile.
He knows he is so lucky to be in the presence of her smile. And he can’t think about how he might be the reason for it or his ego will expand bigger than it already is. Or maybe he does think about it constantly, and that’s why he has the audacity to think he’s better than most people ever get to be.
Chamber is careful when he finally moves his weight off of Viper’s body. Slipping to her side as he continues to kiss her, one hand cupping the side of her face. Still he is pressed to her skin, never wanting to be too far away.
As the air fills with the sound of their breaths looking for stability, the scientist takes the flat of Chamber’s palm off of her cheek and slowly lets it slip down her torso. With guidance of her hand, and the teasing of gentle kisses upon his lips, she dips his fingers into the pool of himself left of her skin. He makes a sound, and he misses the sight of the grin he feels against his mouth.
Viper takes his fingers and drags them back up her body. Leaving a warm trail in the space between her breasts, then up the plane of her neck, and then carefully, she slips two of his drenched fingers past her lips.
He could come again just from the sight of it.
And if he didn’t just come himself, the feeling of her tongue licking his fingers clean would have done it.
The sniper watches with all of his attention. His opposite thumb stays at the edge of lips, pulling her open ever so slightly as if to steal a peek inside and see her work in action. Eagle-eyed on her mouth, and how she’s so perfect for him.
His groan is so guttural it almost makes her chuckle.
He takes it as a sign to continue.
As once she’s done with her handiwork, and a trail of saliva follows his fingers as she pulls them out, he works his way down her body. Marking her with kisses, before he holds her legs up to spread her wide open and uses his tongue to trace his name into her.
She rolls her eyes into the back of her head.
And they start all over again.
It’s never not raining in Seattle.
But he knows that by now. Always having an umbrella with him whenever he is in the city.
The face recognition system has already uncovered the number pad for him, and he inputs the ever changing code as the last step in Viper’s security system. The door to her apartment whirs, and he hears the lock click.
He knows that right now she should be in the shower. She’ll get out in another 3 minutes, and then it takes a while longer for her to dry her hair. He makes himself at home. Now he knows it almost as intimately as his own. Storing his coat next to hers, turning on the kettle for some hot water, changing the setting on a piece of tech that has been bothering her for the past few days.
“Have you had coffee this morning?”
She doesn’t flinch at the sound of his voice when she enters the living room. Chamber knows that her system must have informed her that he has entered her premises. She’s already dressed for the day’s activities, a list has probably already been typed up in her mind of what she has to do.
He prepares two mugs before she gives her answer.
“I won’t decline a second.”
She greets him with a kiss. And he asks for as much as she will give him. In his mind, breakfast is simple. Easy things he can put together with ingredients she often lacks in her refrigerator. But it’s already a wild affair for her, more plates than she can count and more food than either of them can finish. They end up sitting on her couch once they are done, watching the morning wake up the city skyline.
“There’s something I need to work on at-”
He interrupts her with a sigh, “Sabine, it is the holidays.”
He pulls her into his lap. A blanket draped over them to keep them warm, and a kiss upon the back of her neck makes her shiver.
“Don’t pretend you weren’t working all night.”
He raises his hands in defense. She isn’t wrong, but he thinks one day without interruption would be nice.
“We’ll stay in bed all day.” She groans her disagreement as he kisses the side of her face. “Where we will do something productive and … active.”
“Vincent.”
The timer beeps. Saved by the bell, he gets up and pours out their meticulously made coffee. She taught him well, and he only aims to please.
“For you, ma cherie.” He passes the mug to her, and waits to see her reaction. Watching her take a sip, she licks her lips before going in for seconds. Chamber squishes himself back into the couch, one hand around her waist and another with his own coffee.
A chaste kiss is placed on his lips.
“Ah, now I can die and be at peace.”
She looks up at him, an eyebrow raised and only he knows whether or not she’s joking, “I can shoot you now if that’s what you want.”
He grins before he attacks her face with kisses.
“Ever the romantic, mon cœur.”