MEIN GOTT I FINALLY FINISHED THIS Here, have some Gender neutral Spy/you ----------------------------------------------- When you woke up, you felt like you were glowing. It was one of those mornings where you had slept like a baby and woke up in an exquisite state of comfort. The scarlet sheets were wonderfully warm from the body heat of both you and the man sleeping beside you. You took in a deep sigh of contentment and fluttered your eyes open. Sunlight dripped perfectly through the curtains, casting a soft golden light across the hotel room. The articles of clothing scattered around the room adorn it like carefully placed pieces of furniture. You closed your eyes again and played with the idea of falling back asleep. The last thing you wanted to do right then was leave that bed, where everything was perfect. But you sat upright anyway, flinging your legs over the side and letting them dangle in the surprisingly cool air. It was a starling contrast to the cozy warmth of the covers. Too late to go back, though, so you placed your feet tentatively on the floor. The bathroom was even colder. Goosebumps ran up your legs from the chill of the tile floor. It was a nice room, though. Everything was a shining egg white and accented with light blue. Very stereotypical bathroom decor, complete with a hand soap dispenser in the shape of an angel fish. The shower stood in the corner, clean and welcoming. You found it mildly amusing that you didn't have to undress at all. You turned the small, crystalline knob, resulting in a light sprinkling of warm water. A wide smile flashed across your face. You leaned your head in, relishing the feeling of the water as it splashed across your features. Your hair began to sag with water and drip onto your shoulders. Not wanting to exclude the rest of your body from this heated bliss, you stepped inside the shower and closed the mottled glass door behind you. This was arguably more comfortable than the bed was. You hugged your arms to yourself and started humming. You were so happy. Your mind wandered back to last night and how you met Spy. You had been in such a bad mood, slumped over the bar with a glass of some indiscriminate alcohol. Just another lonely Friday night in this one horse town. Then he walked up to you. Spy tapped you on the shoulder, catching you by surprise. You were mostly confused that anyone was talking to you. He seemed to enjoy your bewildered expression, smiling lightly. He took a drag on his cigarette and you found yourself intoxicated by the smoke. From then, it happened quickly. You felt butterflies grow in your stomach while you remembered the butterflies from that night. He had led you from the bar and a couple blocks down towards the tall hotel. You were dazed and enamored. He guided you by the waist down the carpeted hallways, trailing smoke behind the two of you. He had been speaking lightly in French the entire way and you had loved the sound of his voice despite not knowing a bit of the language. You were in awe. Lovestruck. You didn't recall much of your surroundings from that night. Standing in the shower, you concentrated and tried to remember walking into the hotel room, but, for the life of you, you couldn't. You just remembered kissing him in the subdued lighting. Oh, that kiss. A wide smile danced across your face. His lips were so warm. You leaned into the kiss with a sigh, wasting no time in letting his tongue slip into your mouth. Your stomach was doing back flips and your head was getting dizzy. Spy pulled you closer, moving his lips to your neck and ear. You found yourself moaning quietly, already impatient. The suspense itself was arousing, every moment getting drawn out and teasing at what was to come. Spy worked off your clothes easily, leaving you with your underwear for the time being. The touch of his silky gloves against your skin had you shuddering with pleasure. You hands finally had enough of all the waiting and grabbed at his clothes, clutching the lapels of his suit and quickly tugging it off of his shoulders. You mouth hung open and your breathing was heavy. Your heart pounded in your chest as you revealed more and more of the Frenchman's beautifully scarred skin. There was a moment, you remembered, where you simply stood and stared. Spy was a slender man with sleek muscles subtly making their appearance. The lacy burns and deep scars that covered him did nothing to lower his appeal; in fact, they complimented his frame and accented his body just so. You eyes were drawn to his belt line, where curls of dark hair spilled over the top of his pants. Spy was smirking and obviously enjoying your attention. He waved his hand down were your eyes were fixed as an open invitation. You certainly didn't want to keep him waiting. You braced your hand against the shower wall, your legs feeling a bit week. Your jaw dropped and you breathed a bit heavier, placing yourself back into that intimate moment. He was already semi-hard when you pulled down his underwear and it didn't take much to get him the rest of the way there. You knelt before him, licking along the bottom of his shaft in long, slow motions. That taste of dry skin... you really only get to taste that once. Then it's tainted with the ever so familiar taste of saliva. Spy placed both hands on your shoulders, smiling down on you softly. His eyes - oh, his eyes - were asking a question. They were very politely asking 'please?" His hands suddenly tightened around your shoulders, fingers digging into your back, as you finally swallowed his whole length. You tucked your thumbs into your fists, remembering vaguely that it suppresses the gag reflex. You bobbed your head, pleased with the quiet murmurs of French above you. Of course, after his initial tension, his hands loosened up and began to toy with your hair, coiling and winding inside of it and pulling you in closer. You closed your eyes and focused on getting deeper. You thrust your head forward, up to the point that curls of hair tickled your nose, then pulled back slowly, lips tight around his cock. You found your hands getting uneasy and distracted, both in memory and in real time. Spy had noticed the increased number of moans vibrating against his member caused by your inquisitive and easily bored fingers. Laughing, he pulled out of your mouth, leaving you confused. He grabbed your arm by the elbow to gently pull you to your feet. "It seems you are ready to continue, non?" In the shower, Spy wasn't around to stop you, so your hand was able to continue fondling yourself as it pleased. Your face was flushing just a bit, but you still had a ways to go. Next thing you remember, you were on the bed. Your undies had miraculously disappeared on the way over and Spy was wearing nothing but his socks. He laid on top of you, hands feeling up your sides and lips nipping at your neck. You gasped audibly as you felt his cock brush against you. Damnit, you wanted it /in/ you. But Spy just kept fondling and bucking his hips just to torture you. A master tease, he was. Breathing rapidly, you flashed through the events like a slide show, not bothering to tease yourself at all. It was mostly a blur from that point on anyway. Once he actually /did/ get inside you, you lit up like the fourth of July. He had started slowly, still teasing and chuckling at your gasped pleas to ride you until you couldn't see straight, but boy did he deliver in the end. Dwelling on that glorious flood of passion, you doubled over in the shower. You were actually panting now. Spy's hurried lines of French - what you believed to be swears interrupted with words like "cheri," and "amour" - rang in your ears, coaxing you to climax. "MY GOD-" you gasped, feeling the tension in your body suddenly release and wash down the drain. You hand went limp to your side and your mouth shut into a warm, contented smile. You had fallen asleep last night resting on Spy's shoulder while he casually smoked another cigarette. Listlessly, you turned off the shower, promptly getting out and wrapping yourself in one of the fluffy white hotel towels. You hummed a song that you couldn't put a name to; one that was upbeat and romantic. You fancied for a moment that you had actually fallen in love with the masked Frenchman. And you also fancied that he loved you. He had been so passionate, so tender. You wanted to do something nice for him. Cook him breakfast? You thought on the matter, wondering what you could scavenge out of the mini bar, as you opened the bathroom door. Spy was leaving. Your stomach dropped and you dashed across the room to meet him at the door, clutching your towel to your chest and burying your face into his side. Spy only glanced at you before turning his eyes away. "I 'ave to go, /cheri/. It's part of zhe job." You were holding back tears. "Will I ever see you again?" You pulled your face out of Spy's shirt to look up at him, doe eyed. He smiled and abruptly kissed you. Your breath hitched in surprise. The kiss wasn't fancy; no tongue, no slobbering, no wandering hands; but it was passionate nonetheless. You felt your heart melt. "Per'aps, /cheri/" You think you need another shower. ----------------------------------------------------------- I've noticed that I hate writing actual intercourse. I was about to write it in, but then I was like, "Naw. I'll just talk about you fapping in the shower. That's just as good, right?"