The Spy Who Loved Me

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The mansion sat on the edge of a rocky cliff face overlooking a small cove and beach. It was the kind of place you saw in pictures advertising paradise but didn’t think existed. Its oval like structure and billowy palm trees gave it a tropical vibe. A gate ringed the outside perimeter merging with the rocky wall at the point of interception. The gates at the very front of the complex were golden and flanked by two soldiers carrying a pair of professional looking submachine guns.
At second glance the mansion didn’t look right. Why were there so many cameras for instance? And what looked like red lasers around the edges of some of the doors? And why did they need that many guards with weapons?!
That’s what Eckhart Stone was here to find out.

He slowly climbed down using the natural rock to make his descent. He was clad head to toe in camouflage designed to blend in with the rocky wall. He free hand climbed down the cliff pausing every so often when he thought he saw a guard’s eyes drifting upwards. When he moved it was quickly sometimes letting himself drop down instead of climbing.

Finally his feet touched the ground. He gave a sigh of relief and dropped down crouching as he took stock of where he was. Eckard found himself in a garden filled with lush fertile flowers of all shapes and sizes. A pair of guards were to his left talking to each other in soft Spanish. Their attention was diverted and so Eckard made his move quickly walking down the cobblestone path and to the entrance to the garden.

He dodged the camera positioned right at the entrance and started making his way through the home/ compound. The first thing he did was ditch his rock climbing suit for a simple black jump suit that fit his lean muscular body like a second skin. Once he was clothed appropriately he proceeded using his knowledge of the guards routes and the mansions layout to get him to his destination.
The suite.

It was overlooking the cliff offering a stunning view that he was sure made for a good sun rise/ sun set. The outside of the suite was tastefully decorated a mixture of golden and lavish things he could only imagine the cost to. The guards in this area were sparse either because his target wished them to stay away or because they thought they needed to protect the outer perimeter. Either way his path forward was clear and it hopefully so was his exit.

He reached for the door and chuckled when he realized it wasn’t even locked! He slowly eased the door open entering the foyer and locking it behind him. His hands went to the holster on his hip pulling out the compact Walther PKK gun he favored. He threaded the silencer through the barrel before he moved towards the bedroom.

If CIA was correct he would find his target a smuggler who only went by the code name Siren. He or she was responsible for the influx of guns and drugs currently moving through the world. Very little was known about the person except that they entered the scene two years ago and were gaining speed ever since. The rumor was the CIA (his boss) approached the organization to make a deal but they refused. That was enough to get on the CIA kill list and here Eckard was!
“It really is a shit business” He murmured to himself chuckling as he ran a hand through his wavy brown hair. His intense green eyes swept over the bedroom as he entered it. A four-poster bed was in the middle of the room with billowy white curtains hiding the occupant inside. He moved closer to the bed his step light. He slid the barrel of his gun through the gap in the curtains and gently pulled them away.
 
As the curtains of the large and luxurious bed were drawn back the graceful form of a woman was slowly revealed as she lay fast asleep amongst the bedding, the white sating sheets that had been wrapped around her having dropped shifted down to her waist while she slept. She was laying on her stomach with her face out of view, but a long thick mane of bright red waves could be seen as it trailed past the creamy fair skin of her shoulders and down her back which was completely exposed to view by the low and open back of the sage green silk nightgown edged in black lace that she wore.

Then, as if she could sense his eyes on her she began to stir, rolling onto her back upon the bed and revealing a low neckline and shapely breasts, her timelessly beautiful face serene as she breathed a sigh and lazily stretched her arms out above her head on the downy pillows. She sleepily blinked open her eyes, revealing bright orbs of sky blue that looked at him first with hazy confusion then quickly widened in alarm as she spotted his gun pointed at her.

"Who- who are you? What do you want?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly as she sat up and pressed herself back against the pillows at the head of the bed.
 
Eckhart froze completely taken by surprise by the vision of beauty in front of him. The gun dropped ever so slightly still pointed at her but more at her chest. His eyes gave nothing away as he regarded her his finger still tight on the trigger.

Command wasn’t sure if the target was a woman or a man… but surely someone this stunning couldn’t be a bad guy! The way her eyes widened in alarm seemed more like a woman being held captive than a bad guy!

“Sorry to interrupt your sleep” He said his voice a rich smooth baritone “I was expecting to find a big bad smuggler. Not someone of your physique. Unless you ARE the woman I am looking for I hope not I would hate to have to do something I regret”

It wouldn’t have been the first time he killed a woman. He disliked it but the business was what it was. Still he never ran into a woman such like her.

So stunning.
 
She watched him as he spoke, backing herself further against the pillows behind her at his words.
Her wide and fearful eyes looked down at the gun still pointed at her with his finger still on the trigger and then back up at him, her gaze meeting his as she shook her head in reply.

"He's not here. Left on some kind of business trip and...and threatened to hurt me if I didn't behave while he was gone," she told him with a shiver.

She looked up at him with large pleading eyes that began to moisten with tears.

"Please...don't shoot me. I don't know why you're after him, but I swear I have nothing to do with him. He...he's been holding me captive here."
 
The woman responded to his gun like someone who was fearful and scared. That and her beauty was enough for Eckhart to do the one thing he was taught never to do in the field.

Believe someone.

“It’s okay” He said the gun moving off of her as he instead aimed it at the doorway “Nothing I have seen suggest he is even here”

He moved over to her side of the bed presenting himself as an easy target despite his years of training. The gun didn’t move back into its holster but now it’s barrel was covering them. He reached for the silk robe he saw on a chair that looked strangely feminine. He pulled it and then tossed it to her before moving over to the big French doors and pushing them open.

“Your captor has been a very naughty boy” Eckhart explained his back to her “So much so that my American bosses want him dead. The plan was to kill him but I can get you out I think I’m afraid you’re going to have to leave all the pretty things though. Not that you need them!”
 
“Your captor has been a very naughty boy”

With his back now to her, one of her delicate and carefully manicured hands began to snake its way underneath the pillows behind her...as if reaching for something.

“So much so that my American bosses want him dead. The plan was to kill him but I can get you out I think I’m afraid you’re going to have to leave all the pretty things though. Not that you need them!”

At his words the hand paused, hesitating for a brief moment as she gave him a measuring look before quietly sliding back out from underneath the pillows empty handed and reaching over for the long black silk robe that he had tossed to her instead. Slipping out from underneath the bedcovers, she rose up off of the bed and wrapped the robe around her before tying the sash securely around her waist.

"Who are your bosses?...Not some rival smugglers I hope," she asked him, her voice less fearful than before but still holding a slight tremor to it.
 
Eckhart wasn’t a stupid man. All things considered he was very good at his job and was one of the best operatives the agency employed. His skills in combat and espionage were legendary in such circles. Yet Eckhart always had a problem with a pretty face. He tended to believe them or at least long enough to get in bed with them.

Like now.

“Oh the bogey man of America” Eckhart replied in answer to her question “My bosses approached the big bad wolf and tried to get recruit him. He and his men declined and so they sent me to finish him so he couldn’t work for our enemies. Since he isn’t here however the mission has changed I will have to find him again another time”

He moved over to her placing the gun in his holster. He reached out to cup her face and appraised her a pleased smile on his face before he reached down. His strong sure hands reached down her body and grasped the tie of her robe bringing it together and cinching it. Once it was secure he winked at her and moved going over to the door and cracking it open.

“Tell me does your friend have a garage?” Eckhart asked checking to make sure the coast was clear.
 
She listened carefully to his reply about his bosses. Interesting. So he worked for the CIA then.

She tensed as he moved over towards her, but relaxed slightly when he simply holstered his gun and reached out to cup her face. Seeing the looked on his face as he appraised her she relaxed further, gasping softly as she felt his hands cinching her robe and then a hint of an amused smile showing on her soft lips as he winked at her before he moved to the door to check the hall.

"I don't know if you could call a kidnapper a friend, but yes he does," she replied as she moved to join him, her body pressing against his slightly as she peered out the cracked door with him.

"I know the way. I could show you," she whispered, her breath brushing against the back of his neck.
 
He shivered ignoring the warning signs as he regarded her. He turned his head and their lips were inches from each other. His eyes were intense deep and smoldering as he moved forward and brushed their bodies together. He stepped out and back into the compound the gun back in his hands as he watched for any guards. They were still out by edges of the compound and he saw no sight of them as he backed up and motioned for them to lead the way.

He moved after her his gun ready at any moment. Any time he heard something he stopped placing his hand on her shoulder. Sometimes he would tug her back into a shadowy alcove or hallway missing a guard by inches.

Eventually they made it to the building she pointed out. There was a guard hovering by the edge that he quickly took out with his pistol. Once the body dropped he grabbed the man’s shirt pulling him back into a garden bed before looting the garage keys from his body.

“pick something pretty out for us eh?” Eckhart said winking at her. He opened the door and waited for her to come in before closing it behind him. He used the barrel of his gun to flick the light switch on illuminating the expansive garage.
 
She smiled slightly at his wink, her sultry blue eyes locking with his for a moment as he opened the door.

"With pleasure darling," she replied as she followed him into the garage and watched as he turned on the light.

Despite their many options she surprisingly enough didn't need very long to make her choice, beginning to move almost immediately and making her way over to a shiny new Bugatti and leaning back with her palms resting against the hood.

"How about this one?" she suggested, arching an eyebrow at him.
 
He watched her as he moved between the cars practically eye fucking her. He wasn’t subtle then again a man like him rarely needed to be. He was a handsome knockout the kind you saw in those hyper realistic spy flicks that were becoming all the rage. He moved with her after a while making no move to hurry her even though they were on a time frame. His tongue flicked out as she leaned against the hood resting her palms in such a way that said take me.

“Your taste is just as good with cars as it is with outfits” He purred coming over and leaning in. His head turned slightly as his nostrils flared taking in her scent before moving back.

“Let me find the keys…”

He left leaving her alone for the first time since they met. It took him a full five minutes to come back holding the keys. He reached the car and opened her door gesturing for her to get in and letting his hand linger on her shoulder as he “closed” it. He moved to the opposite side and slid in turning the ignition and letting the car purr to life.

“You ready for a wild ride?” He purred his eyes alight with lust as the car rumbled all around them. He noticed the button for the garage door and waited to flip it.
 
She smiled in response to his comment about her taste in cars and outfits, watching him with almost as much intensity as he'd been watching her earlier and not shrinking back when he began to lean in towards her. She watched as his nostrils flared taking in her scent, her own one of a kind blend of perfume that she had custom made for her by a little shop in the south of France. A mix of white florals and soft musk.

He moved back and announced that he was going to go get the keys, a somewhat surprised but pleased look on her face when he turned and left her on her own for a few minutes. When he arrived back she was standing next to the passenger side of the car waiting for him, slipping inside and looking over her shoulder at him knowingly for a moment when his hand lingered there. He stepped around to his own side of the car and got inside, starting the car. She smirked in response to his question, her eyebrow arching up at him as she reached up and fastened her seat belt.

"Ready if you are," she purred back in reply, her voice smooth as velvet as her lips spread in an amused smile.
 
The purr of her succulent voice matched the purr of the high end sportscar. He pressed down on the pedal and the beast rumbled shaking itself as exhaust flared out of the back. He slid his gun back into the holster on his chest and without another word slammed the drive shaft into drive. His thumb hit the button for the garage and it slowly slid open as the guards around it turned in shock.

“Buckle up darling” He said slamming his foot down on the pedal. The smell of burning rubber wafted in the back as they flew out sending the guards scattering as they tore out of the garage. If he bothered to look closely at said guards he would have noticed their confusion and unwillingness to even aim their weapons at the speeding vehicle.

But he didn’t

Eckhart barreled towards the gate and soared through it just as it was opening. A part of him wondered why they would be opening it before them before chalking it up to luck. They hit the road and he sped up as they raced away from the compound.

“I don’t think they’re following us” Eckhart remarked turning back to glance at the road “Are you all right darling?”

He hand moved from the drive shaft touching her leg before going back. A fox like smile appeared on his face as he kept driving leaving the compound behind. The sun was beginning to rise over the small island giving everything a romantic quiet feel as he kept pouring on the speed.
 
His comment about the guards of the compound not trying to follow them was so amusing to her that it almost made her want to laugh out loud. Instead she just shifted her head to look in the review mirror as if in surprise.

"No I don't believe they are," she commented, the faintest hint of a smirk showing on her lips before she turned to look over at him as he drove.

He asked if she was alright and she smiled then as she felt his hand drift over to her leg before returning to the shift, his own smug looking smile appearing on his face as they sped away.

"Me? Oh I'm fine now...thanks to YOU. You rescued me from that horrible man!," she replied, her tone sultry and smooth as she rested her hand upon his forearm and leaned towards him slightly, "I don't know how I'll ever replay you."

She began to trace her finger lightly against his shirt sleeve.

"I'm forever your your debt Mr. ...?"
 
If Eckhart noticed her smirk he didn’t say anything. Instead he simply smiled and when she touched him he purred in pleasure. The high of the mission and finding such an alluring woman coursed through his body. The male musk of sex was emanating from him in waves practically calling for her as eh continued to drive down the small island. When she purred about him saving her he moaned shifting his weight as a very sizable bulge made its presence known.

“I would tell you darling but I would have to kill you” He told her with a wink as the sun began to rise to their left over the water “You can call me Stone, Eckhart stone”

He drove for a few minutes before pulling in to a small airport set in a cove. It was off the beaten track and not the islands ACTUAL airport. There was a small seaplane waiting and a simple building with a windsock on the roof.

“My ticket out of here” He said grinning at her as he parked and hoped out of the seat “With room for one more”

He came over opening her door and helping her out. Once she was out and on the sand he escorted her over to the building. There was a man waiting there one native to the island she would no doubt be aware of.

“Let’s wait a few hours” Eckhart said ignoring the man’s protest “Come darling lets go inside and… acquaint ourselves”
 
“I would tell you darling but I would have to kill you” He told her with a wink as the sun began to rise to their left over the water “You can call me Stone, Eckhart stone”

She laughed lightly in response to his comment and his wink, even though she knew he was very likely not just saying it to make a joke. She allowed her gaze to brush down to the noticeably large bulge that had formed in his pants for a moment, a pleased look showing in their blue depths before she brought them up again to his face.

"Well in that case you may call me Selene, Selene Marceau," she replied with a smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Stone."

She eyed the small airport with interest as they arrived at the cove, waiting in the car and allowing him to come around to the other side to help her out of her seat and then escort her over to the building, her bare feet moving silently through the soft sand. At his insistence that they delay their departure off of the island despite the other man's protest she felt obligated to voice her own warning, though there was still a bit of a smile on her face as she did.

"Are you sure that's wise Mr. Stone?," she asked him as she followed him inside, "After all, Siren could be after you this very moment."
 
“Lovely name Selene” Eckhart said practically purring it out as he opened the door to the small building.

“And I am sure he is” He said bringing her into a room with a bar and small sitting area. There was a circular staircase going up to the upstairs floor but he ignored it for now.

“And our intelligence suggest he may have surface to air missiles of some kind.” Eckhart explained as he moved to the bar and slid behind it.

“I don’t want to get shot out of the sky before we even get a chance to escape” He said pulling out a silver cannister and selecting two top shelf liquors from the bar “So I am going to give some time for the heat to go down before we make our escape. Now would you like a drink lovely?”
 
Selene followed Eckhart into the small building, closing the door behind them as he moved over to the bar and taking in the room with interest. It was much nicer on the inside than she would have imagined from the exterior. She listened carefully to his explanation of why he was delaying the planes departure. It seemed like the agent was slightly more clever than she'd originally given him credit for.

"Sounds like a plan then," she agreed as she made her way over to the sitting area.

She sat down upon the couch and settled in. Making herself comfortable, she leaned back into her seat and crossed her legs in front of her as she loosened the belt of her silk robe a bit.

"Yes thank you," she replied with a smile in response to his question about a drink, "I wouldn't usually have one this early in the morning, but after all of this excitement I think I could use one."

"A gin martini for me please, made with Sapphire if you have it."
 
“A woman who knows her drinks” Eckhart said smiling in pleasure “Even better”
He made her drink giving her a show as he showed off his bartending skills. In a matter of minutes, he had her drink prepared and ready and served with a smile. He moved towards her a seductive smile on her face as he came over and handed her drink to her. Their fingers touched briefly before he sat down across from her.

“Nothing like a stiff drink while the threat of death hangs over us” Eckhart purred bringing up his glass for a toast “To seductive strangers and kidnappings in the night”

He waited for their dishes to clink together before he leaned back. He sipped his drink eyes regarding her for several seconds before he spoke again.

“So where will you go from here?” He asked her raising an eyebrow “Do you have family or someone I can take you to?”
 
Selene smiled slightly at Eckhart's choice of words for a toast.

"Cheers," she added in agreement as she leaned forward a bit to clink her glass with his, the front of her black silk robe falling open slightly and revealing the low cut and lace lined top of her nightgown to his view again.

After they had made their toast she leaned back against her seat again, her robe still open at the top but she made no move to adjust it as she sipped at her drink. She shook her head gently in response to his question.

"No, there's no one like that," she explained, "You can just take me to wherever the nearest French embassy is so I can report my kidnapping and I should be able to manage the rest on my own. I'm sure a man in your line of work must keep very busy... Though I don't suppose I could persuade you to stay with me a little while after that so that I could properly express my gratitude for rescuing me?"
 
She mentioned properly thanking him and his tongue flicked out over his lip. He eyed her once more his eyes clearly saying what HE THOUGHT would be proper compensation. His eyes traced the swell of her chest eyeing it in barely concealed pleasure as he took another long sip of his drink. He put it down his fingers stroking the stem of the glass for a second before he leaned in and caught her eye.

“If you’re really looking to make it up to me” Eckhart purred gesturing with his fingers upstairs “There is a bed up there where we can properly get acquainted then perhaps once we get to the French embassy you and I can get lost in each other for a weekend. I don’t need to be back anytime soon after all”

He gave her look of a man possessed with lust. It was crystal clear that the spy wanted her and wanted her badly. He was like a wolf hungry and locked on target to her. He reached his hand out touching her knee and running it up her long legs. He stopped mere inches from her inner thigh his fingers tap tap tapping on the skin as he waited for her answer.
 
Selene felt a little shiver of excitement run down her spine in response to the blatant desire and lust shining clearly in Eckhart's eyes as he looked at her and made his proposition. She felt his hand slowly moving up her leg to her thigh and she couldn't help but smile slightly. He might be the one looking at her like a hungry wolf after its prey, but what he didn't realize was that she was just as much of a wolf as he was in that moment... except she was one donned in sheep's clothing.

"Hmmm," she replied, arching her eyebrow at him and taking a sip of her drink as she playfully pretended to mull it over.

She set her glass down next to his and turned to him and leaned in, her hand moving to rest over his.

"Sounds like a plan to me, Mr. Stone," she purred back with a smile.
 
“I’m glad you have the same idea” Eckhart purred utterly oblivious to the glint in her eyes. His lust was overriding everything else cutting through years of instinct and field experience. His tongue flicked out over his lips as his hands ran up her legs grabbing a hold and pulling her to the edge of the chair.

“A woman like you deserves fine dining and beds in Paris” He told her going up to undue the knot of her robe “however this will have to be enough for now”

He pulled the robe off and leaned in. He ran his nose against her shoulder blades breathing in her scent. He stood pulling his legs until his body was in between them. He picked her up continuing to run his nose up and down her skin as his hands moved down to grab her ass and keep her steady.

“Shall we?” He murmured walking towards the staircase his lips inches from her. He teased her with his lips running them ever so slightly against her own as they climbed up the staircase.
 
Selene felt her heartbeat quicken with excitement as Eckhart grabbed a hold of her legs and pulled her to the edge of the chair. Whether it was due to the thrill of the hunt or a genuine desire for the man even she was not completely certain. Either way though, she was looking forward to having some fun with him.

She smiled as he undid the knot of her robe, the silky fabric sliding across her smooth skin and making her shiver slightly as he pulled it off of her. Another small shiver followed as he leaned in and she felt his nose brushing against the exposed skin of her shoulders as he breathed her in. She watched with anticipation as he pulled her legs apart and moved between them, a soft gasp of surprise and delight escaping her as he easily picked her up with her legs still straddling him as his strong hands gripped the soft and rounded flesh of her ass.

"Shall we?"

She smiled at him again as he began to walk with her up the stairs and wrapped her long legs around his waist to steady herself further, her hands moving to rest upon his shoulders. His lips brushed teasingly against hers and her own parted in response as she took in a breath.

"Yes, please," she replied back with a smirk, brushing her own petal soft lips against his in return and giving his lower lip a playful little nip as her hands slid up over his shoulders to link themselves behind his neck.
 
He led her up the twisting staircase groaning as he felt her lips against his neck. His entire body trembled with need for her electric and heady and oh so delicious. His heart thundered against their joined bodies betraying him and letting her know just how much he wanted her. When she nipped his lip and pulled on it he moaned finding her own soft top lip and nibbling on it. His hands messaged her ass kneading the skin and getting the briefest of hints as to what laid under her silk nightgown.

The top floor of the small airport was nothing more than a large oval shaped bed. There was a leopard blanket atop the red sheets and a few soft furry looking pillows. Other than that there was nothing more in the room save for a thick plush red carpet that hid the wooden slates from view.

“Here we are darling” He said chuckling and throwing her onto the bed. She easily reached it bouncing as he moved over to her and pulled the black turtleneck he was wearing over his head. The black material pulled up revealing inch by inch his lean tan body. He was muscular and fit long and lean like a panther and marked with various scars. He had the torso of a dangerous man, a beast. He tossed the black garment away directly onto the bright red carpet as he pushed her back and climbed on top of her.

He ran his tongue up and down the curve of her neck before biting down softly on the soft skin. He sampled and tasted her his hands running up and down her sides and burning a long slow sensuous path. He touched her everywhere as he feasted on her neck claiming her marking her territory as he saw fit.
 
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