Rudely Interrupted
Oliver Sampson smiles crookedly from atop you before disappearing beneath the blankets. You bite your lip to keep from giggling as his kisses tickle you on his descent. Suddenly, you hear a noise from downstairs. "OlivOhhhhhhhh!" You moan as his wandering mouth hits a particularly pleasant spot. Your hands reach under the covers and take hold of the sides of your lover's head as you bring him back out to face you.
"Something wrong?"
You nod your head and try frantically to stop the blush you know you're covered in. "Downstairs. I thought I heard something." He arches an eyebrow at you, not quite believing. You smile. "Do you think I would have stopped you if I wasn't absolutely sure?" He concedes to that with a quick kiss of your lips and slips out of the bed, shrugging on his robe and retrieving his Sig Sauer from the nightstand.
"Get your gun Love." He slaps a magazine into the weapon. "You know the drill. If you don't hear me give the all clear in 5 minutes, call it in and get out."
You nod and reach into your purse at the side of the bed. He exits the bedroom as you make sure your firearm is fully prepared. You get out of the bed and pull some sweatpants on under your sleepshirt in case you have to run for it. You dig back into your purse searching for your cell phone.
Just as you stand up with the phone in your hand, you hear a loud thump downstairs. You jump and drop the phone. "Oliver?!" You slap your hand over your mouth realizing that was the worst thing you could have done. All the same, you don't hear Oliver answering you either. You know what Oliver expects you to do. You definitely intend to call it in. After that though, you're going downstairs and making sure he's backed up. As long as he's alive, you'll gladly sit through one of his stern lectures with hardly a thought to how sexily his eyes flash when he's all angry.
You get on your knees and begin feeling under the bed for the cell phone. When you retrieve it, you stand, only to face a masked gunman in your doorway. Your eyes flash to the bed where your firearm rests. You drop the phone again and make a dive for it. The gunman fires.
You feel the bullet whiz just past your ear and throw yourself back and out of its path. You wind up on your bottom against the far wall as the gunman moves to stand over you. Before he can bring his gun down and level with you, you burst up from the floor, keeping a firm grip on his wrists. The gun fires once into the ceiling as you knock him off his feet and onto the bed with you on top. You refuse to relinquish your grip on his wrists but he quickly rolls you onto your back with his superior strength. As the two of you are struggling, you both hear the sound of a throat being cleared. Your head drops backwards to look as the intruder's head leans up.
Both of you are witness to Oliver bringing his foot up to kick the gun from your attacker's hands. Oliver then spins quickly and connects the heel of his opposite foot to the man's nose. He falls to the side of you, unconscious and with a badly bleeding nose.
"Love?" He takes your hands and helps you off the bed. As you get a closer look, you can see a purplish area on his cheek and a small cut in the corner of his mouth. "Are you all right?"
"Yes." You touch his injury. "You?"
"Fine. He surprised me downstairs. Though he'd knocked me cold I guess."
"Lucky for me he was wrong."
"Lucky for us both. Call it in while I tie him up?"
"So you think it was just a regular old burglar?" You ask Rick, the liaison from your Employers, as two men in suits lead the intruder away.
"Well of course we can't really say for sure at this early stage but I ran his fingerprints and so far he hasn't turned up in any of our databases on other agencies operatives. I'll check back with you two in the morning."
Oliver nods to him and wraps his arms around your waist as Rick shuts the door behind him. Your hands cover Oliver's as he kisses the back of your neck. "Now, where were we?"
You turn and smile. "Being attacked."
"No, before that."
"Well I don't know about you...but I was still being attacked."
He grins. "I don't recall you fighting back very hard."
"Hell no. Are you crazy?"
"Let's find out." With that, he hoists you over his shoulder and takes the stairs at a full run.
You swat at his behind and laugh.
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