Deep Cover (closed)

Closed for wideeyedone


I shrugged my shoulders. The temperature hovered near freezing in Washington DC, but I hardly minded it. I'd grown up on the shores of Lake Ladoga. Compared to the frigid winds that blew in northern Russia, tonight's chill breeze barely registered.

While I waited, I idly twisted the gold ring on my left hand while I waited. The metal band still felt unfamiliar despite having worn it nearly a month. I was married now, too.

I'd been introduced to her just shortly before the wedding. The Service had actually performed one, albeit a mostly perfunctory affair more to create the photos for the wedding album on their coffee table. The Service liked to include a veneer of truth in its operatives' backstory; easier to pretend to be married if I'd actually had a wedding.

I stared across the street at my wife. Tonight she was Margaret O'Shea, redheaded girlfriend to Tom Lewis, junior senator from Ohio. The hair was a wig and the identity forged, but you'd have to be a mind reader to know it. She was a natural at this.

This was her third date with the Senator. The Service had tasked us with acquiring his government credentials, so she had used the guise of potential love interest to determine how best to acquire them. Lewis frequently carried them in the inner breast pocket of his suit, so we decided to steal them. Of course, suspicion might fall on her if she lifted them herself. Not wanting to blow her cover, a fabricated encounter with me seemed the best approach.

By day I was Maxwell Anderson. (I judged it a poor substitute for Maxim Vasily Andropov, but at least it was not hard to answer to "Max".) Tonight, however, I was merely a random stranger dressed in an ostentatious cap and jacket proclaiming my fondness for an American football team called the Giants. (Why a game played with an oblong object carried in their hands was called "foot ball" escaped understanding.) A dark wig of brown hair covered my natural blond. A fake mustache and glasses further broke up my features. Lewis would recall only details that I could readily discard.

Their seat at the window made it easy to see when they left the restaurant. It was easy to see why the Service had chosen her for a deep cover assignment. She moved with a sinuous grace that no man could ignore. The Senator's attention rarely left her cleavage as he escorted her towards the curb.

I approached from the opposite direction, my gaze seemingly fixed on my smartphone. The Senator had a few inches on me, but my shoulder might have been a brick wall given how he bounced off it.

I could smell the wine on his breath as he snarled, "Hey, watch where you're fucking walking!"

I stepped closer to him and gave him a shove. "You got a problem, asshole?" I barked in a practiced New York accent. My shoulders hunched aggressively.

Fuelled by alcohol and no doubt averse to backing down from a fight while his girlfriend watched, the Senator shoved back even harder. "Who you calling asshole, motherfucker?!" Though I could have broken him in half like a twig, I stumbled back a couple steps. For a moment we glared at each other like angry dogs before a fight.

"Tom, don't!" she whispered, her hand about his chest to pull him back. "He's not worth it!" Her pickpocketing of his credentials was so smooth even I barely registered it. His attention focused on me, the Senator never had a clue.

I dropped my gaze first, letting him think he'd won. "Aw, fuck you," I snapped as I continued on my way. I didn't look back as Lewis tossed further profanity at me, confidently assuming he'd intimidated me into leaving.

I smiled. I'd ditch my disguise a few blocks from here and return back to the house. "Margaret" would conclude her date with the Senator and bringing home the credentials she'd stolen just now. If he ever questioned what happened to them, he'd likely blame the random stranger in the Giants jacket, never suspecting his purported girlfriend. Another successful operation completed.

I found myself enjoying Washington. It was a pretty city. Not the most glamorous city I had lived in, yet I found myself very drawn to it. When I had lived in Paris and New York, I had only really been in the dance studio and the theater, shuffled between the two in a herd of ballet dancers. But that had been my other life, before the injury and then my recruitment by the Service.

After my dreams were crushed and my knee was torn, a man from the service came to see me in my hospital room. He told me because of my travels, and my languages that I could still serve my country.

It gave me hope. To know I didn't have to go back to the village I barely remembered made it so I could breathe. Then came months of training, tradecraft- fighting- disguise- seduction- communications. It had been just as arduous as my dance training.
Beng married to another agent was not necessarily a surprise, but I had surprised that it was so sudden.

Just a few weeks before, we posed for a few wedding pictures and exchanged rings. I was Liliya Kuznetsov no longer. My married name was now Ginny Maxwell. And now my husband was watching me seduce another man.

Tom Lewis was a blowhard. I spent all of dinner sipping wine and listening to him talk about how powerful he was and how everyone wanted a piece of him. I didn't want anything from him except his credentials and I would need a feather light touch to lift them. I was glad Max had a plan, so that I wouldn't have to bed Tom to get them.

Max did his part perfectly and I easily took the credentials. I only had to stay with Tom long enough for him to walk me the building I had told him was mine. He kissed me deeply on the stoop, pressing me to the cold stone wall. His breath was heavy with red wine and his hands roamed under my coat, but I kissed him sweetly and reminded him that my roommate was home. I kissed him and then whispered goodnight sweetly. I slipped in the front door of the building and then rushed out the back. I removed the red wig and stashed it in my bag. I shook out my long dark hair and wiped off the make up. I made it to my car and shucked off my coat and top and changed clothes. I threw the clothes in the trunk and drove to our little house. I hid the credentials under the front seat of the car until I could safely get them home.

It only took twenty minutes to drive home. I was relieved to see the light on. I knew Max would be pleased with our success and I could forget about seducing Tom Lewis, at least for a little while.

I was glad to get to take a hot shower. I knew Max would take care of the credentials. I stood under the hot water and let it pound on my skin, until all of Margaret's makeup is washed away and the scent of the senator's cologne is long gone. I washed out my hair and brushed it. I braided it into a long rope down my back and slipped on a simple pink cotton nightgown.

I entered our bedroom shyly. It was still strange sharing a space with Max. He was always kind to me. Protective even, but he didn't seem attracted to me or pleased to be married to me. But I constantly had to remind myself that this life wasn't about love or what I wanted, it was about service to our country.

I knelt on my side of the bed. Max was on his side, looking at the wall.

"Do you mind if we sit and talk for a little while?" I asked softly. "The cold is making me homesick I think." I whispered. I tucked my nightgown around my thighs. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable, but I longed for company and connection, and I needed him.

I bit my lip nervously as he asked me what I wanted to talk about. I didn't really have an answer. I didn't have a topic. I just didn't want to be alone. I didn't want to fall asleep wondering if he would flinch if my skin brushed against his.

"Are you feeling more at home here?" I asked softly. I tried to relax. But my body was full of tension. "I suppose I am getting more used to it, but tonight at dinner. There was so much food on the plate. It was ridiculous and I will never stay slim if I ate like they do." I knew this was a ridiculous topic but it was all I could think of quickly.

I laid down beside him, on my stomach, resting my head on my arms, my face turned toward him.

"I don't want to offend you, or upset you. But could I come closer? I just want to feel at home and perhaps if I could sleep in your arms... I mean if you don't mind it...." My cheeks were even deeper red with embarrassment and perhaps shame at being so needy. I heard a quiver in my voice and I had to stop talking before he could hear how needy I really was.

I laid down in the crook of Max's arm and rested my cheek against his chest. I made myself take a deep breath and try to relax.

I closed my eyes and sighed. Being with Max and his safe and protective presence was like a balm to me after my evening with the idiotic buffoon of a senator. I found myself relaxing, my muscles easing into the mattress.

After a few moments, I found myself curling my leg onto his. He felt warm and strong and like home. It was good to be as close to myself as I could. He would be the last person in my life that knew who I really was.

"Maxim," I whispered against his skin. "Moy muhz." I whispered, my husband in Russian. It felt good to speak Russian, even if it was only in a whisper in our bed.

When he began talking about my car, I felt I had pressed as far as I could. I regretted making him feel uncomfortable. I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep. His fingers rubbed against my skin lightly. It only took a little while and I was sound asleep.

It felt good to be in his arms. But some time in the middle of the night, I was transported back to the training camp. I was gasping for breath as my training officer pushed his forearm into my throat. I tried to fight him off, but his body had mine pinned to the cold, stone floor.

"Please... please..." I stammered. I could feel myself losing consciousness and if he was able to knock me out... I would be powerless to stop him. He would do what ever he liked.

I must have scared myself awake because I sat straight up in the bed, gasping. I had awakened Max.

"I am so sorry." I whispered.

It took me a few moments to catch my breath.

"Maxim, it was just a bad dream." I whispered between gasps. My heart was thundering in my chest. "Just a bad memory...."

I couldn't stop shaking. I laid back down and pressed myself to him.
"Thank you for being so good to me. I didn't know what to expect and I always feel so safe with you."

I felt tears on my cheeks and swiped them away. I hated to show him my weaknesses and my fears. I wanted him to see me as strong and capable. I did not want him to fear touching me, or breaking me as if I were made of glass and there I was crying in the night like a child.

I snuggled in against him and found that perfect place where my cheek could rest on his chest.

"I will go back to sleep, I am sorry to wake you."

My nightmare was about Rolan Utkin. He was one of the training officers in the isolated camp in which I had received my training. He had his fun with all of the female recruits but for some reason I had caught his eye. He seemed determined to break me and I would work so hard to never whimper or cry or show him how angry he made me. I should have given in, my stoicism seemed to only egg him on. Each time he decided to make me his own he got more rough. He seemed to enjoy choking me until I would pass out and then I would come to with him inside of me. I hated him with such a passion that my hatred had followed me to Washington, D.C.

I slept for a little while in Max's arms, but I awakened with the sunrise. I silently slipped from the bed and dressed for a run. I dressed in the dark and quietly padded down the stairs.

I went outside and breathed in the cold air and let it burn my lungs. Then I ran. I ran trying to suppress my desires. I thought perhaps if I ran hard enough and far enough, I might escape the desire I had for Max.

I ran until the muscles in my legs shook from the effort. Then, I made my way back to our cozy home.

Allie Bristol, our neighbor, was in her yard supervising her children as they made a snowman.

"Ginny! Ginny! Good morning. How are you?" She called. I stopped and made small talk with her. She was nice enough and I knew it was important to make connections. She surprised me with an invitation to a Christmas party at her home. "We are inviting all of the couples in the neighborhood. It is going to give us all an excuse to get dressed up and you can meet all of the neighbors."

I thanked her and made note of the day and time of the party. I would need a party dress. It would be important to get to know the neighbors.

I let myself in and made my way to the kitchen. I steeped a cup of tea and made a second one for Max. I took the tea upstairs.

"We have been invited to a party at the Bristol's." I offered softly and smiled at Max.

I smiled at Max. He groaned when I mentioned Allie. She was not very good at hiding her attraction to him. The more stoic and standoffish Max was the more she seemed to flirt with him.

"The party is Friday night and it is a dress up event. I need to go get a party dress." I mentally went through my closet and decided I wanted a dress that I hadn't worn in one of my other identities. "She says all of the neighborhood is invited."

It normally didn't bother me that Allie panted after Max, but I wanted to give her a run for her money. I wanted to seduce my husband and the night of the party seemed like a perfect night for it. A few cocktails, a sexy outfit and a little bit of flirtatious behavior might be what it would take to get Max to want to fuck me. I bit my lip just thinking about it.

"Are you working today? Or would you like to go shopping with me?" I asked as I finished my tea. Then I stripped off my sweaty running clothes and made my way to the shower. I took a brief hot shower, letting my skin get pink under the very hot water. I often was surprised by the excesses of America, but my favorite excess was the plentiful, hot water.

After my shower, I wrapped in a towel and came back into the bedroom. I tried to see if Max was looking at me, if he noticed my bare legs, or the tops of my breasts that peeked out of the top of my towel.

I wanted him to notice me.

I growled in frustration. I tossed my towel on the floor and nestled back into bed. My fingers slid down my body. I toyed with my breasts first. I cupped them, feeling their weight. Then i pulled and twisted my nipples until my hips were wriggling and my backside was rubbing against the sheets. My hands slid down further and I parted the lips of my sex.

I was already warm and wet. I rubbed lightly and it didn't take long for my clit to get hard. I slipped my clit between my fingers and rubbed hard. I was desperate for release. I thought of Max as I rubbed back and forth. I thought of his strong chest and big hands pinning mine down. I wanted him to want me. I wanted him to desire my body. I wanted to feel his ample cock slam into me. Just thinking about it made my climax come quick and hard. I was breathless and shivering.

My climax only made me want him more. I laid in bed for just a few minutes more. I got up and washed my hands and my thighs. I slipped into a pair of skinny jeans, my riding boots and a black sweater. I put my hair up in a classic bun. I grabbed my purse and headed out to shop for the party.

I went down town to find a cocktail dress. I knew that I needed something that would show off my breasts, he seemed to notice them when I was wearing my towel. I perused the racks of dresses. There were racks and racks of black dresses. I knew I looked good in black, but I didn't want to blend in at the party. I wanted to stand out. I wanted Max's mouth to water when he saw me. I finally saw the dress I wanted. It was emerald green and would fit like a second skin. It would be so tight I wouldn't be able to wear anything underneath it.

I bought the dress and then got silver strappy heels to go with it. I also got a silver necklace to go with it. The sparkling snowflake pendant would nestle right in my cleavage. After my dress shopping, I did some other errands. I went grocery shopping and picked up the dry cleaning.

Then I went home. I did some cleaning and then started dinner. I cooked two ribeye steaks, baked potatoes and tossed a spinach salad. I opened a bottle of red wine and set the table.

I poured myself a glass of wine and took a few sips as I put the final touches on dinner.

I poured him a glass of wine and curled up in my chair.

"I found a dress. I think Allie will approve." I offered with a smile. I served dinner and we chatted some as we ate. I was pleased with the way dinner turned out and even allowed myself a second glass of wine, since we were home for the evening.

"Have you heard anything from the service?" I asked softly. Even though I knew our home was safe, I still found myself whispering when we spoke of our other life.

I tried my best to not worry about what assignments might come in, but sometimes that was difficult. I wanted some time with Max. I wanted us to get more comfortable with one another and more than anything, I wanted him to want me, and take me, and really make me his wife.

I was so relieved when Max returned home. I had been full of nervous energy while he was on his run. I almost reached out to him when he walked past me. However, I didn't. I was too afraid of rejection.

I found a book to read while he was in the shower, and then I snuggled into bed with my book. I tried to not think about him, naked under the hot water in just the next room. I found myself biting my lip, thinking about his strong chest and his flat stomach.

"What is happening to me?" I hissed. I rolled over and tried to ignore my thoughts, tried to ignore my desire.

I whispered a good night to Max as he settled into bed. I read for a few moments longer and then closed my book. I turned off the lamp beside our bed. I snuggled under the blankets and listened to Max breathe. I tried to not think about him, just a few inches away. However, I couldn't seem to help it. I took a deep breath and then rolled over and snuggled against his side.

I laid my head on his shoulder and nestled against his warm skin.

"It helped me sleep the other night." I offered softly.

I let myself relax against him, and hoped that the silver dress would be enough to get his attention at Allie's party.