Willow smirked against his lips when Enzo groaned at her touch, loving that she could make him feel so good. She was insanely high from whatever he'd given her. Her entire body was on fire and she wanted his hands and lips all over her skin. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her, pulling their bare chests together and Willa let out a moan as he kissed her, kissing him even harder, wanting more even though they'd literally just finished fucking. Moments ago, she's been exhausted and completely worn out, but now she was on fire again and dying to continue fucking him.
Before they got any further, however, he paused from kissing her and Willow bit her lip, not wanting him to stop. She didn't even have a second to realize why he'd paused before he shoved her off him and she was thrown to the ground. She glanced up at him, biting her lip, wondering what the hell was the matter. Just seconds ago, they'd been totally fine and now her thrown her roughly to the ground. She couldn't help but feel a little hurt and confused by it. He got dressed quickly and motioned for her to stay down.
It wasn't until he pulled his gun out and loaded it that she realized there was someone on the other side of the door. It was weird. With the intensity of this new drug in her system, if she focused, she could hear the breathing of whoever was on the other side of the door and she was all the way across the room. It was pretty incredible to say the least. She watched him as he brought his finger to his lips and she nodded simply as she pulled her clothes back on when he tossed them to her, moving as quickly and quietly as she could.
Finally, he fired two shots right through the door and Willow didn't even jump, just watched him as he opened the door, revealing the two bodies laying on the ground. “Mother fuckers.” She heard him breath before turning his attention back to her. “Hey baby girl, we gotta leave.” His said calmly, but at the same time adamantly. She didn't have to be old twice. Willow just nodded and got to her feet.
She went over to him and laced her fingers in his, glancing down at the bodies before back up at him. "What's going on? Who was that?" She asked, wondering who was after them. He was a dangerous guy, in his line of work, she knew he had enemies. She's just never had to see or deal with them before. Aside from the way they'd met obviously, his work had never really touched her or even come close to her before and now someone wanted him dead.
They fucked for hours and it was incredible. He hadn't wanted it to end. After being away from her for so damn long, it was like he was fucking her for the first time again. He'd missed her more then he'd realized. Even when he was exhausted, he'd pushed both her and himself to keep going because it was that incredible. He did his best to make sure she knew how much he'd missed her and how much he needed her. Life without her had been fucking miserable and now that he had her again, it was amazing.
When they'd finally finished, they were in her room. She rolled onto his chest and he wrapped an arm around her, holding her. It felt good to lay there with her and he closed his eyes as she traces shapes on his skin, enjoying the sensation. Everything about her was amazing. Even just holding her felt like the best thing in the world and honestly, if it were up to him, he'd never let her go. She meant more to him then he could ever even begin to explain and it killed him that she'd never fully know what she was to him.
“Babe, I want in.” She finally breathed and he glanced at her. “The only reason you need Skye is because she’s useful, replace her with me.” She said and his jaw clenched tightly. Drake sighed and reached over, grabbing his cigarettes and lighting one, taking a long drag as he tried to think of the best way to answer her. He didn't want to hurt her or make her feel incompetent, he just needed to make her understand that what she was asking wasn't as simple as she made it sound.
"No." He finally breathed, kissing the top of her head. "For one, I don't think anyone can do what Skye does." He said with a simple shrug. It was true. She was one of their best assets. "Not only is she the best I have at interrogating, but she's a trained assassin. She's been doing this shit since she was thirteen." He shrugged simply. It was just the simple fact that killing wasn't easy, it wasn't something you just started doing, it took training. Skye had been trained for years. She'd killed her first victim at fourteen. He doubted Jetta had ever even fired a gun.
"It'll change you too, make you cold and heartless the way she is. I don't want that for you." He breathed, shaking his head, running his fingers through his hair. "I've had to kill children and torture innocent people Jetta, you have no idea what that shit does to a person." He breathed, kissing her lips lightly before pulling away gently and getting up, starting to pull his clothes on. "Besides, it's too dangerous. I can't lose you." He shrugged finally.
He took a drag off his cigarette and turned to glance at her. He was going to say something else, but before he had the chance, there were gunshots coming from down the hall. Quickly, he grabbed his gun and tossed her her clothes. "Stay here." He ordered her sharply. "Don't open that door unless you hear me telling you to." He said, kissing her lips before slipping out the door, closing it behind him. He moved down the hall with his gun ready to find out what the hell had happened.
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