Nude Beach
You weren't sure about this assignment from the very beginning. It's not like you are a Bond girl or something, to have to take your clothes off for a mission was your definition of wrong. You agreed to do undercover work. Isn't nudity the exact opposite of that word? Taking a deep deep breath and mentally detaching yourself from any semblance of dignity, you step out of the dressing room and onto the beach.
You can do this, you decide. For one, the beach isn't too crowded, and so far all the other nude occupants haven't even glanced your direction. The sun feels good warming parts of you it has never encountered before. You're just happy you're a forward thinking kind of girl and applied sunscreen all over. A burn, in this case, would be unthinkable. Just as you are about to venture further out, you feel eyes intensely surveying you from behind.
Well, you may be naked, but you still have the gift of attitude. You turn, eyebrow raised and hands on hips, toward your admirer. Standing there, naked as you, a huge grin on his face, is Oliver Sampson.
He takes a deliberately long look up and down your body and then wolf whistles. Not cracking a smile, you look down at a particular part of his anatomy and say, "Hadn't realized it was as cold as that out here."
He looks suddenly down and you turn away giggling. "Made ya look." His arms come quickly around you and he nuzzles your neck roughly. "So now that you've gotten us into this, what are we supposed to do?" You adjust the strap of your beach bag. "Oh boy, I should make you carry this."
"Why? What's in it?"
You turn against the front of him and whisper. "Your gun, my gun, clothes for both of us and a bottle of sunscreen."
"Sunscreen? Damn."
"Yes, I remembered."
"Yes, I forgot."
"Oh, I see. Where's your blanket?"
"Back here under the tree."
"Lead the way then Jungle boy."
He walks you to his blanket, his hand on your back, just high enough to be mostly decent. "Jungle boy? Care to swing on my vine?" You smack his bottom in reply. "Ow!"
"Baby." You smile. "Lay down." He does. "No, on your stomach." He pouts. "For now," you smile. You squirt a generous supply of lotion onto his back.
Oliver jumps. "Cold."
"It'll warm up. And just don't even start." You begin to rub the cream into every inch of his skin, spending a little more time then necessary on his butt, not that he's complaining. "Okay, turn over." He does, crossing his arms behind his head with a smirk. You look down and see what that look is for. "Well I won't ask if that's a gun in your pocket, seeing as I have your gun, and you don't have pockets. Now sundial however, I can't rule out."
"Hey."
You place a quarter sized amount of lotion in your hand. "Must be what, half past nine?" He is about to protest when you seize his attention and he falls into blissful silence. You smooth in the lotion, eventually moving on to the rest of his body. "All done."
He sits up and grins. "Your turn."
"I already put mine on remember?"
He frowns slightly then smiles, "Better safe then sorry?"
You put your lips inches from his own. "Why are we here? What's the assignment?"
He leans forward and softly kisses your jawline. "Do you see the large beachhouse, the pale yellow one a little way up the hill behind the drinking fountains?"
"Uh huh," you breathe as his thumb strokes your throat, feather-light.
"We need to get in there."
"And being surrounded by acres of nude beach, we'd be more conspicuous clothed than not."
"Exactly." He kisses you.
"That and we were the only two dumb enough to take the assignment?"
"Exactly." He smiles and kisses you again.
"So let's go so we can finish this at home in private okay?"
"You're uncomfortable with every man on this beach seeing you in all your glory?"
You blush. "They aren't looking at me."
"Then they don't know what they're missing. I can't take my eyes off." He is kissing trails up your neck. "You're right though. Let's get done so I can take you home." He stands and pulls you along with him. You lace your arms around each other's waists and wander inconspicuously over to the base of the hill. You sit on a large rock there and begin necking a little more, in case anyone is watching. Soon, you both get up and start walking up the hill, hoping it looks to any observers like a couple sneaking off to do something naughty. As you pass the last ridge that will hide you from the view of any beachgoers, you dig into your bag and hand Oliver a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. You pull out the same combination for you. Next you hand out the guns, and head for the back door of the house. Oliver does a quick reconnoiter around the perimeter and determines that no one is home. You both enter through the back.
"What are we looking for?"
"The owner of the house stole some very important documents. We've checked his office already. This is the next logical place."
"I got naked for flippin paperwork?!"
"It's the assignment details for some of our operatives. He plans to sell them. If he does, a lot of the good guys die."
You calm down a bit. "Then let's get them."
After ten minutes search, Oliver emerges from the upstairs bedroom holding a large manila envelope. "Found it."
"And I've found you Mr. Sampson." Oliver surveys the scene. A large goon holds a gun to your temple and a hand over your mouth. He's also sporting a black eye and a swollen lip. Oliver smiles to himself, knowing that to be your handiwork. The man who spoke smirks up at Oliver. "What do you say we trade? Your girlfriend for the folder please?"
"Oh a polite psycho, there's a change." He looks into your eyes, seeing if you are ready. You can't exactly nod, so you wink. You hope it's enough. "No trade Danvers."
"Wrrt?" Your exclamation is muffled by the goon's hand. You tug it down from your mouth and take a step away. He keeps the gun trained on your back "What do you mean no trade?!"
"I mean no trade. Sorry Love, but duty is duty."
"You egotistical rat bastard! Duty this!" You grab your gun from Danvers, who wears a bemused expression. You turn back to Oliver, raise the gun at your side and fire, landing a bullet square in Danvers' chest. The goon is stunned for a second. Just as he brings the gun back up to take you out, Oliver's bullet silences him forever. He runs down the stairs, wraps his arms around you and kisses you breathless.
"You all right?"
You nod. "Sorry about that."
"Nothing to be sorry about as long as you're safe."
He is kissing your cheek, his hands at your back. "Oliver?"
"Yes Love?"
"Let's put the papers in my bag, get naked and get out of here so that we can go home, get naked and have some fun?"
"Yes, let's." He kisses you again and escorts you out the door.
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