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Oooh, the ice queen can curse. How vulgar. Jensen sighed as he finished typing before he looked up at Sansa, squinting a little. It took him little to switch from looking at a screen to looking at a person and the sun was bright in the room. Was her dress see through?

"Yes, because unlike me, you're much better with a consistent act. I improv too much and can't keep the details straight for long. I do enough to get me in and out, you're better at long term."

Sansa gives him a Look before sighing a bit and taking up her binoculars again. She can't particularly see anything at the house across the way and after a few moments, she puts down the binoculars and turns to him. No point in observing now. There's no movement and they have others who are looking out during the day.

"We've got to get into that house. There's no point in just looking at it from the outside. Do you suppose we ought to suggest couples game night or something equally ridiculous?"

"Makes me wonder what you like to do if games are ridiculous." Jensen said dryly as he stood up and stretched, his shirt riding up over his belt.

"Ever heard of asking to borrow some sugar or taking over a covered dish? My mom would do that sometimes." He didn't say she did it if the new neighbor guy was attractive. He rested his hands on his hips not noticing his shirt was trying its best to cover his shoulders, the tat peeking out from under the sleeve.

"I'll even cook so you can doll yourself up. Hacking makes me hungry and I think they need a casserole. I'll do up a bug for the carrier bag."

Sansa gives him another look, though this one is milder in tone than the previous one. She's less than amused at the idea she needs to doll herself up more than she is currently; Sansa has a certain standard of dress and she's well-exceeded it today. What more does Jake Jensen want from her?

"Is there something wrong with how I look at the moment?"

Well maybe to be a little less ice queen for sure. Maybe look at him like he's something other than trash on the bottom of her shoe. Or kiss him. He's easy.

"Thought you would want to freshen up. It isn't as if you'll deign to do dishes while I cook. Might wreck your gorgeous manicure." Jake strolled off to the kitchen, hands tucked behind his neck.

"Wear red. He loves chicks in red."

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Sansa rolls her eyes and chooses a black dress solely to be contrary. She pairs it with red lipstick, though, and sleek black stockings and red heels. She manages to change quickly and comes downstairs, not bothering to tug down her hem.

"Am I acceptable enough for you?"

Jensen's eyes swept over her, pausing at where her hem stopped. Christ. She has legs. He always did like the long legged ones. He turned back to the casserole he was making, with a half smile.

"Not me you have to please, but the mark. But yeah, that will do it. I just need to put this in the oven to bake, so I'll do the bug while we're waiting. Do you think you'll need a personal bug?"

"I will," Sansa says, crossing over to him so that he can place it. He's better at the audio/visual than she is and she wants to be sure he places it in a place where it can pick up their mark's words without any interference.

"We're going to want it hidden. My bra, you think?"

She was trying to kill him. Flashes of that night before he knew who she was filled his mind as she mentioned her bra in that accent that made him want to see how vulgar she could be.

"Yeah, that'll be good. He goes for panties first. Not the way to start with a woman in my opinion." He said, the tip of his tongue stuck out as he concentrated on making sure the bug was set and he didn't touch any more of Sansa than he needed to. He wasn't sure he could cope with not being able to do more.

He stepped back as soon as the bug was placed and fiddled with his little receiver. "It's live. It's got enough juice for a couple of hours." Jensen wandered off to the oven, pointedly not catching Sansa's eyes, setting the device down before grabbing hot pads and pulling out the dish.

"Hand me the carrier, please? It's on the table."

Sansa arches a brow at him. She remembers all too well the night she'd spent with him before they got this assignment and she thinks she wouldn't mind spending another with him - provided he doesn't open his mouth. She gives him the carrier, holding it open so he can drop the dish in it.

"He's not getting into my panties, Jake. I won't let him."

Because only he should be getting in them, Jensen thought viciously as he carefully settled the dish inside the carrier.

"Good. You know the code in case he gets stupid and kiss you? He might get his tongue stuck to you and we can't have that, can we?"

Oh he was feeling mean today. First time in weeks he got to touch Sansa and she was dressed for someone else. Never him. Not after he found out she was his boss for this fucking mission and obviously wasn't interested in him anymore even after that amazing night. His skills weren't up to her high standards, apparently. Fine. Fuck her. Literally and figuratively.

Sansa leans in and kisses him suddenly. She's angry and wants to prove to him that she knows what she's about and she wants to shut him up for a moment.

Oh. Oh. Okay. Sansa's kissing you Jensen, and don't fuck this up any more than it already is.

He would apologize for messing up her hair as his hands slide into it holding her head, but his mouth is a little busy at the moment relearning her taste and trying to see if he could make her make those little noises from that night in London.

Sansa whimpers a little and backs up against the kitchen counter, boosting herself upward and tugging him to stand between her legs before kissing him again.

She likes him much better like this.

He followed, a hand moving out of her hair to brace his weight against the cabinet. His hips pressed in, his erection obvious behind the fly of his jeans. But not for long as he pulled back with a gasp, then moved to put the island between them.

Jensen breathed hard, his body more than ready to fuck Sansa but not if it was because she wanted him to shut up.

"Don't fucking tease me. You already had that ride, and didn't want it again then, and you definitely don't want it now." He panted. "We have a mission. And that isn't fucking you on the counter."

"What part of my face or my body gives you the indication I don't want you?" Sansa is honestly confused. She spreads her legs a bit and tugs off her panties, tossing them at him.

"Judge for yourself. I'm not the one in denial about what and who I want."

He caught her panties, and stared hungrily at what they covered. He whined low in in his throat at the sight of her all pink and cream.

"You had no problem kicking me out the morning after and if you wanted more, you never said so. It isn't your body that's telling me fuck off, it's your words. You didn't seem interested then, so why now?"

"I'm a bloody spy," Sansa says, spitting out the words as if they're obvious.

"I shouldn't have slept with you. I shouldn't have lost control of myself, especially when I knew we'd be working together on this engagement for months at a time. Still, in spite of your insistence to the contrary, I'm a human being. I have feelings. Just because I don't shout them from the rooftops doesn't mean they're not there. They are. I want you. I wanted you that night, I wanted you that morning, I want you right now. It's not prudent, no, but it's fact. I need this. I have no control when it comes to you."

"And? I'm legally dead. And my fucking government burned my ass when I wasn't following the party line." Jensen set her wet panties on the counter and moved towards her, stripping out of his clothes as he walked closer to Sansa. He was naked and so very flagrantly aroused by the time he set his hands on the counter on either side of Sansa. His dick brushed damp curls as he spoke.

"Can't control yourself around me? You picked a funny way to show that. I didn't think you were still interested, do I didn't ask. Getting turned down once is enough. My dick hasn't even twitched for another woman since that night." His hands grabbed her hips as he rubbed the tip of his dick against wet folds, and her clit, teasing her by shallowly entering her and slipping back out. "Nothing's changed since then?" He meant birth control, because fuck if he was going to stop for a rubber.

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"Nothing's changed," Sansa confirms. She lets out a frustrated little sound, annoyed with the tease. She wants him in her already.

"Have me if you're going to have me. Come on."

His laugh was dark tinged as he slid inside her to the hilt. "I'll be nice and not make you beg today. Wrap your legs around me, we're going upstairs."

"You wouldn't make me beg anyway," Sansa tosses back. Still, she wraps her legs around him and whimpers as she feels him filling her up.

"You want this as much as I do."

"No shit. And sometimes I want to see you beg, since you had me panting after you for weeks now."

He stepped back, hands cradling her ass as he moved towards the stairs, still inside her.

Sansa arches a brow; so he wants to see her beg, does he? She doesn't mind a little bedplay now and then.

"Oh? And how, exactly, would you make me beg? I'm already yours, so there's no wrong answer."

Oh he wants to do all sorts of dirty things with you, Sansa. He has a vivid imagination.

"Well, you'll just have to wait and see." He wasn't even short of breath carrying her up the stairs and to his bedroom, careful to not hit Sansa's head on anything as he tipped them both onto the bed. He wasn't so smooth as to manage to stay inside her as they made it to the bed, but before he slid back inside Sansa, he indulged himself a little by rubbing the tip of his dick in her folds, feeling how slick she was.

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