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thesilvertheorist · 10 days ago

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• unprofessional •

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Fic summary: [set in s4] Five is forced to go into mandatory active therapy in order to ensure that he can perform well at the CIA, he finds himself opposite a young lady (21+ ish) who's taken him on as her first client. Five is resistant at first but soon begins to develop ALL kinds of feelings for this woman.

Warnings/tags: ptsd related traumas, flashbacks, self harm, self loathing, resistance to help, attitude, scandalous age gap (five is mentally 60+, body of a 21 year old), developing feelings, inappropriate relationship, unprofessional relationship, anguish, angst, sexually explicit content, mdni, stalker!five, reader should really contact the authorities in all honesty.

you have been warned

Masterlist

CHAPTER THREE

[12k words]

“I didn’t tell you to stop.”

Five felt his own breath catch and suffocate him inside his lungs. He dared not move for fear of ruining the agonisingly tense, teasing spell she was casting over him…he finally found himself to be a willing victim. All this time he had spent roaming the earth and various differing timelines, imposing himself on others and ensuring they knew that it was his way or the highway seemingly fell silent under his own will to submit to her. This time, he was being imposed on, on someone else’s highway – and better yet, he wasn’t even driving, she was.

Five snapped himself back to reality when his lungs finally opened and swallowed a breath larger than he expected. Fucking hell, he’d just been caught red handed in her office, palming himself through the expensive fabric of his trousers, and she wanted him to keep going. It took all Five had not to cum in his boxers then and there. She had given him permission to do something so vile and revoltingly invasive…and she’d done it with such a soft smile that seemed genuine and welcoming. Those lightly painted lips of hers instructing him to surrender himself were all too alluring and surely couldn’t be real. Yet, here she was, plain as day and holding his hand in her own – pulse against pulse…beckoning him to continue offending her.

Fuck.

He didn’t move, not even an inch. He couldn’t. He just locked her gaze and felt her hand in his own, relishing in some human contact that wasn’t a bloody fistfight. Five had all but forgotten that humans could hold each other so softly, so gently, and with such kindness. He never wanted to let go.

She must have noticed his fawned expression; she was softly squeezing his hand whilst slowly undoing his belt for him, freeing him from two prisons with one single action. One physical and cotton bound, one mental and trauma bound…

“Do you want to keep going, Five?” she asked, her expression calming from something so sultry to an expression which carried much more care.

Five took a moment before realising that she probably needed some sort of response, some sort of indication that he was actually into this and didn’t want to bolt again. He needed to assure her that this was all he’d actually been yearning for. He wanted her, and now she was here, checking on him. Fuck, he needed to say something.

He managed to force the muscles in his spine and neck enough to nod, feeling his eyelids droop heavy and his mind fall heavier. She didn’t seem content with his pathetic response though.

“Words, Five. You know I need you to say it.”

Her words were calm yet firm, forcing Five to open his mouth and say something, to agree to crumbling beneath her as he knew he would…to agree to showing her this – showing her him.

“Y-yes, I want this…please-” he managed to choke out, feeling his voice break upon airing the first syllable.

“That’s it. Very good, Five. Aren’t you just so good when you behave, hm?”

This was infuriating… she was right. He was behaving…and it did feel good…and he was being good…and he was behaving…and it felt good…and he was behaving…and he was being good…because he was behaving…he felt good because he was behaving…he felt good because he was behaving…he felt good because he was behaving…

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shiiiiiiiiit…

…this felt too good and she hadn’t even started yet.

“Okay, Five, here’s how this is going to go…I’m going to give you very specific instructions… and you’re going to be really good for me and do exactly as you’re told…sound good?”

Five felt himself fall deeper and deeper into the cloudy fog of her presence with each word she spoke to him. How on earth could she expect him to focus enough to listen when she’d already reduced his brain to a useless pile of grey matter? She was asking too much of him – but oh, did he want to impress her… to show her that he was strong and good…worthy of her praise.

“Mhm,” Five began in response, “sounds perfect- please, tell me what to do”

He could do this, he could show her that he wasn’t broken, that he didn’t need her stupid therapy for emotionally stunted sexual deviants. He was going to prove to her that he was capable of beating her at her own game. She’d never expect him to listen, never expect obedience out of him… not him, so that’s what he hit her with.

He didn’t realise he’d actually enjoy it though…

“Let me see you, I need to know what I’m working with.”

Five’s hand flew from where she was holding it, freeing himself from the last tethers of below-the-belt clothing he needed to before she could see him spring up. He felt the cold air pinch at his engorged tip as he tucked his waistbands under his thighs to keep them in place.

She gestured to his vest and crisp dress shirt. Those too? That was fine, he could call her bluff…and he did. He unbuttoned them both but left them on his shoulders, giving him some semblance of modesty in this exceedingly whorish position she had him in. His tie was still tight around his shirt collar, he hadn’t been instructed to remove it – so he didn’t…even if it did feel as though it were choking the fight out of him, forcing him further under her whether he was conscious of it or not.

She leaned back a little from her spot on the coffee table, adjusting her legs and crossing one over the other, leaning forwards towards him again once she’d ensured to give him a pervy preview of her tits in that ridiculously tight fitted blouse. She was drinking him in, not touching him…watching intently as his cock stood proud against the pinching air of her draughty office…as his nipples hardened under the same ridicule…

He swore he saw her take mental notes. Cataloguing him in her meticulously organised therapist brain under ‘filthy, free-use whore’. He was nothing more than a porno mag to her; his pages ruffled and ruined, some desecrated in dried cum and others stuck together – hiding his vulnerability from her. His beauty positioned exactly as she wanted so she could snap images of him for herself, mounting them on the walls of her psyche.

“Well, aren’t we excited? Enjoying yourself?”

“Obviously-”

“Ah- less of the backchat. Good boys listen. Now, stroke yourself for me…nice and slow…that’s it, good boy. Base to tip. Just like that. Keep going for me. Let me watch you.”

Five followed her instructions as she demanded. He took himself in hand and began to stroke himself base to tip in long, slow strokes, twisting his wrist on each upstroke to demonstrate his talent. He felt himself pulse against his own hand. Felt his cock get angrier as it pleaded for more. Unyielding, Five remained doing exactly and only what she’d told him.

Slowly…

..,base to tip…

……let her watch.

She watched him like this for what seemed like an eternity. Five only realised that time was passing as his hand grew tired and cramped along with the aching call from his cock for something more.

“Need more, Five?”

“Mhm,” He nodded back to her, holding her hazy gaze as he had since he sat down, “need it.”

“Speed up for me, perfect. So good for me. Feeling good?”

Why did she need to know if he was still feeling good? Surely she could fucking see that from the dire state of his prick and his oh so snappy temper. His enjoyment should have meant nothing to her in this moment; she was treating him like a puppet, his strings tied in knots from her honeyed voice and fraying from her relentless teasing. Yer, he still managed to be pulled by them, by her. Her wishes were his to grant and her demands were his to meet. So much so, that Five began to feel possessive over this moment, over having her here like this. He’d allowed her this amount of control, and he was well aware that he could withdraw it from her at any second and take the upper hand by force – only, he didn’t want to. He only allowed a breathy ‘yes’ to leave his lips in response.

Five wanted to feel small, powerless, and used. He craved the feeling of relinquishing that detrimentally heavy, demanding boulder of expectational control he carried over every situation. He longed for someone else to take the weight off his shoulders and allow him a moment to breathe, to offer him instruction as opposed to the time-crunched hell of anxiety ridden, self-imposed insistence of his own expectations.

She offered him exactly that, and he accepted her help.

The heaviness of Five’s balls and the overwhelming burn in his cock were familiar signs of an imminent and unstoppable release of his pent up whatever-the -fuck was going on inside him. He felt the need to alert her so she could move back a little. His instincts were crying out at him to shower her in his cum, to mark her as his, dishevel her good image and disgrace her reputation…he wanted to…but he wanted to listen more.

Pulling himself together for only a millisecond, Five managed to bid his vocal cords and tongue to move and voice his upcoming explosion, hoping and praying to any and all deities that she wouldn’t tell him to stop.

“Close-”

“Okay, Five. Listen carefully. Make yourself feel good, I want to see you come fully undone. Don’t rush it, just spill for me, relax.”

He did as she asked, even if it was plain old torture to do so – and it was. He’d usually have cum four times by now if it were up to him, dragging it out felt hellish. Regardless, he followed her instructions. He focused his attention more towards his tip and began to neglect his length, knowing he felt a torturous relief around the sensitivity of his glans. Swirling his fist over his tip sent him reeling and the protruding muscles and veins in his neck pushed against the cage of his top button and tie, collaring him in his own dresswear.

Feeling himself twitch in his hand, Five met her gaze again and felt himself inhale sharply, his mouth dropping agape. He put himself on display for her, leaning into the imagery of being her x-rated programme.

Her tongue slightly darted over her painted lips before she bit down on the lower one, leaning forward to hover just over and between Five’s manspread knees, her eyes locked on his as her elbows pushed her cleavage together…which he could now catch out of the corner of his eye…oh fuck…when had she undone that button?

Five came hard, shooting into the air as his body convulsed and his highly-strung nerves finally snapped. He felt reams of cum release from his rigid prison, landing on his belly and abdomen. One splodge of his incriminating evidence landed on the leather of her chair, damning it along with him as the debauched stage for his tragic undoing.

His hand didn’t stop as he came, he made himself feel good as she’d said. He pushed and pushed his pleasure until whiny gasps and pathetic whimpers fell from his lips, pleasure on the edge of pain, his ears filling with water as his eyes followed suit. That’s when she stopped him, her hand reaching over his just before he inflicted any of that pain onto himself.

“Don’t hurt yourself.” She whispered over to him empathetically.

He deserved it though…he deserved to feel hurt. It was the price of pleasure; pain. He felt so good only a moment ago, better than he had felt in years and she was telling him that there was to be no retribution for that. Five didn’t understand what she was getting at as he finally hid his eyes from her and allowed his salty tears to spill down his flushed cheeks.

She engulfed him, leaping forwards, covering him in care and blanketing him with a welcoming hug as he cried. She let him hide himself in her shoulder and bury himself into the fabric of one, very sexually confusing, blouse. The once sensual item now providing him an oasis to drown his sorrows into. The duality of her sent Five reeling once again, lost inside his head.

She didn’t stop him though, never hurried him through it, never forcing him to regain his composure. She just held him there. Entirely unstartled when Five’s pathetic, half-hearted and scared swatting turned into grasping at her for dear life. She was immovable. There. He clung to her, finally accepting a reality that was tangible.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you…” she began as she traced her fingers under his tie to loosen it along with his damned top button, the air returning to his lungs was something Five was familiar with around her by now – but this felt different, “I’ve got you, Five. You did so well. I just don’t want to see you hurt, okay? I’m not angry with you.”

She wasn’t angry with him. She didn’t hate him. All this and she still didn’t hate him? Five had absolutely no clue what to do other than steer into her skid. He felt himself lean into her more as his heaving began to slow and his tears dried. She ensured not to let go first, holding him for as long as he needed to be held. Her heartbeat setting the pace for his own. A tuning fork for the petulant ringing in his ears.

Five’s senses did eventually come back to him; only through the warm embrace of her words and gentle affirmations of pride and care. Five relished in her feeling, feeling wholly undeserving of whatever she was treating him with. She had no idea what she was in for when it came to him, none. Clearly, he wasn’t her regular kind of client. She needed to run fast and run far – away from the hellscape of his emotional range and subsequent lack of growth. Yet, her insolent and arrogant self only stayed at his side, stubborn and boarish – thinking she knew best. She needed a reality check.

Five managed to pry his face from her shoulder once he regained control of his breathing, avoiding her eyes altogether, turning his face in any other direction than her. She wasn’t offput by this, following his movements ever so slightly and insisting she remained in his space. After all, he still hadn’t let go.

“I’m sorry, I should really go…”

“It’s okay to stay, Five. Do you really want to leave?”

“No, yes - hell if I know what I want! It’s not right, I’m not right!”

Five’s snappy words and harsher demeanour still hadn’t put her off; neither of their hands moved to let the other go, his fearmongering tactics weren’t working…

“I dispute those statements but I’ll put a pin in them for now,” she sighed, swiping Five’s hair from his eyes once again, finally meeting his gaze once more, “I’ll make this simpler for you. If you’d like to leave, forget this ever happened, and transfer to a new therapist the same second you step out of this office – let me go. If not, don’t. There’s no expectation of you either way.”

Five remained still. He’d heard her, and he remained still.

“Staying here?”

“If that’s okay?”

She didn’t reply immediately, she just pulled him back into her embrace and allowed him to breathe in her perfume. Once intoxicating and suffocating – now welcoming and as necessary to him as oxygen.

“Of course that’s okay.” She whispered.

It wasn’t long before her laptop pinged over in the corner, it was an alarm of some sort, a notification perhaps. Five didn’t care what it was but he was truly hurt to know that it meant their time together today was over. Her lunch break had nearly ended and he needed to fit himself back into his trousers before making himself scarce.

She assured him that he didn’t need to feel ashamed about what had happened here today. She even helped him back into his clothes, repositioning his tie, leaving it a touch looser than before. Before Five stood, she made her way over to her desk and wrote something down on a blank notecard, slipping it into Five’s blazer pocket.

“Just in case.”

After a final check over Five’s appearance, she unlocked and opened the door for him to leave, though still not forcing him out the door. They would continue their normal appointments, and now Five could see her on her lunch break – he was content with those facts. He stepped over the threshold with a grateful glance over at her, thanking her wordlessly for the time she’d allowed him today. She smiled back and watched as he turned the corridor corner on his way back to the lifts.

He didn’t have to hide in stairwells now.

She had fed the stray, knowing he’d be back for more.

As Five stepped away, he noticed that he felt content enough to step into the lift alone this time. He didn’t feel that same anxiety-fuelled suffocation that he usually did. As he descended the floors back to the foyer, he couldn’t help but notice his own ease. Only a few minutes ago he was having a nervous breakdown with someone he’d essentially committed a crime against…and she’d comforted him…and it worked.

Stepping outside of the main building and getting some fresh air gave Five a moment of contemplation. The hustle and bustle of life wasn’t irritating him as much as usual – his usually boiling blood cooling down to a gentle simmer. This was comfort; relaxation.

The realisation of this comfort didn’t fill Five with as much dread as he initially considered that it might, though it did rush his veins full of a mild enough confusion that he began to bite a little at his nails and pick at his hangnails for the remainder of his shift. He felt utterly weirded out that he was still experiencing her comfort, even though the event of his emotional plunge had ended. He couldn’t even smell her, but he could feel her energy, like a warm-weighted blanket given to traumatised rescue animals in shelters.

The thought of being her rescue didn’t scare Five…

…it enlightened him.

It gave him the strength to finish his shift instead of bolting. She’d unlocked his tenacity, his resilience that was so downtrodden after yet another timeline reset, she brought the shine back to his shaggy (and somewhat ill maintained) coat.

The end of the day unfortunately brought Five’s usual nerves back to him after dealing with his other colleagues and filing his report on the case he’d almost forgotten about, he was left all alone with his thoughts – knowing her work day was soon to be over and she was soon to be no longer around. He deemed it too much of an imposition to follow her around again after she’d shown him so much kindness, so he just watched the clock on his office wall as the final few minutes of her day concluded.

He imagined himself waiting downstairs for her, clocking their ID’s out together, and walking the same way home…but he didn’t quite recognise the direction. It wasn’t to his place, or to hers, they were heading somewhere new.

Only, they weren’t, because Five was stuck sulking in his office because his pathetically short social battery had already run out despite having been completely charged at lunch. He began to recall their entire interaction today: how she’d caught him, teased him, encouraged him, and then held him through one of the worst emotional dips he’d ever experienced…and how she’d slipped a note into his blazer pocket!

Thank fuck.

Five wasted no time in pulling the note from his inside pocket, reading the writing on the embossed card.

It was her address, and at the bottom she’d written ‘just in case’.

Five’s jaw went slightly slack as he began to finally realise the depth of her infuriating cleverness. This little notecard gave Five coordinates to set as his centre. A safehaven. A place of sanctuary…and, best of all, it gave him the opportunity to use this at his discretion. Perhaps she wasn’t such of a control freak after all…

His own sense of self control began to return to him as Five decided not to act on this card tonight. The door was unlocked and open for him, though he didn’t need to step through it just yet. He wouldn’t force himself into her space and hand himself over just like that. No, he thought it best to see her more first, to get comfortable with her scheduled absence. So he did.

He went home alone that night, contented. He had a shower, had a small meal with whatever the hell hanging around his kitchen cupboards, and finally managed to steal more than two hours of uninterrupted sleep for the first time in what felt like centuries.

Five visited her office every week as scheduled for their appointments, where in which they had their standoffish (and mostly redundant) admin-bound check in with one another to prove Five’s sanity after collecting their coffees from the foyer café and sharing a lift ride for seven anticipatory floors.

Though…

…the two met in her office each lunch-break…five days a week…for something much more therapeutic than one measly and mandatory hour a week.

Five was at her mercy like this, and that freed him. He valued the way she kept him in line and handled the heavy shit with him as opposed to for him. In this hour, they were equals, a willed push and pull keeping them both fluid and open to one another.

She would handle his avoidant issues with healthy attachment and correct his temper with an edged discipline that only servicemen truly recognise. She gave him release in every way – only, she wouldn’t touch him, and it was driving him insane.

She would rile him up and open his heart (and his pants) just to talk him through it each time, only touching him when his high hormones fell into despair and shame. She was surely reinforcing that her touch was one of aid and not one of torture, though Five began to fear that this very curved thought was coming full circle.

One Friday lunchtime held the catalyst. Their routine was set and Five was in her chair again, their Monday positions paralleled. Five was no less the subject, even if he was sat in her physical position of command. It buzzed his senses to realise that her control was not bound in the leather of that chair, not held together by the meticulous stitching, seemingly allowing for multiple stages to be presented all at once. The duality of a mundane leather chair, the chair they shared, the chair she utilised quickly evolved into the duality of her.

Five was sat where she usually berates him, trousers round his ankles, shirt open all save for his top button and tie, hand on his cock, praises ringing in his ears as he meets her demands – the usual. His uniquely prescribed kinaesthetic therapy, doctors’ orders. She had her rescue dog working for her once again, earning his keep. Collared and panting. Jumping and humping for treats. Performing tricks. Earning praise.

“Aren’t you just so well behaved today? Making me so proud.”

Five hadn’t neglected to notice that she had increased her praise and affections as time went on and their lunchtime encounters became more relaxed, more reliable. It was clear that she’d grown truly fond of him and not only in his state of undress and dishevelment…she smiled at him in passing, saved space for him in the lift, backed him up in meetings with his superiors. She liked him.

The shock and abject horror of a knock at her locked office door punched the air out of Five’s lungs once again…in the worst way possible…after he’d only just re-learned how to breathe freely. Five felt terror run through him and seize his muscles. His eyes wide and his heaving manic, he searched between the door and her for answers – for what to do. Their safe space had been disturbed and was soon to be invaded if she unlocked the door.

She reached for him.

She actually touched him.

Cupping his face in one hand, pulling his hand away from his dick gently with the other, leaning her forehead against his. Care. Though, it wasn’t enough; just as her comfort had began to blanket him once again, another ripping knock reverberated in his ears – drying up her honey. Five was spiralling. No help in sight with the consistent onslaught of whoever the hell decided to ruin his one place of true solace.

“Let me handle it, stay put for me,” she began, lifting his trousers for him, urging him to get the point, “I’m not leaving you, I’m still here.” Were the words she uttered before standing straight again and telling the dickhead on the opposite side of the door that this was her lunch break and if they needed her, they were to wait another twenty-six minutes for her to become available, no sooner. Ending her rant with a harsh ‘get lost’.

Five appreciated her defending this space as she did, he could hear the arsehole feign an apology and retreat away from the door, leaving what they presumed to be just her in peace as she ate her lunch. However, the damage had already been done, and it felt irreparable.

Buckling himself back in and doing his buttons back up, Five insisted that he had to go. He had to leave. Had to bolt. Even though their threshold was never crossed, it came all too close to being discovered. He knew all too well that the best things never last long if they’re discovered; they get raped of their exclusivity and safety. This space was still theirs but, this was too close of a call for Five to ignore. If she’d have been caught seducing one of her clients, her life would be ruined. She was too young for that, too kind. He couldn’t allow that to happen, especially not because of him. So he straightened himself up, and ran.

He ran straight home, trapping himself in. Caging himself inside. A useless mutt like him belonged in isolation, deserved to run away and die hungry – after all, that was the story of his life. He slumped against the back of his locked door, hoping as though somehow it may absorb him and make his existence redundant. He didn’t make it more than two hours into this obscene self-isolation before he heard a light knock above his head. One notably much softer than the one he’d been shot with earlier.

He never cared to make friends with neighbours so this came as a surprise, though all became clear when honey began to seep through the cracks in the varnished wood, seeping past the lock and key, straight back into his ears – drowning out his fears.

“Five? It’s me, I know you’re there…” she waited for him to respond, but Five couldn’t mutter a sound for fear she’d stop speaking, “You don’t have to let me in, I just came to check on you.”

Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuckshitfuck.

She’d come to check on him…come to his rescue…to bring him out of this…and she meant it.

Five felt the door shift as she slid down the other side of it, the two of them now back to back kept apart by a cheap wooden door – a threshold. She wasn’t pressing him for answers, but she must have known he was listening to her; she just spoke to him and shared the boundary, shared the space. She spoke about how sorry she was that she got him into this and that she put him in that position. She explained that she’d have been with him earlier but she had to find his address, along with signing him out for a ‘medical day’ as not to get him in trouble with the higher up’s. She’d done her best by him, done as much damage control as humanly possible…and now she was here, apologising for having upset him and telling him that he never had to speak to her again if he didn’t want to.

He must have spent half an hour listening to her. Not replying. Just listening. Bathing in her. Accepting her presence. Controlling his anger over her sorrow. She was not at fault for him feeling this way or isolating; he was terrible for her and she deserved someone much less complicated to deal with. His fists tightened as she apologised, wondering if his larynx might actually permit him to oppose her…it didn’t.

He sat there, in cowardice, letting her take the blame for doing everything perfectly and handling this with such grace. She couldn’t have done anything more for him, and yet here she was, doing just that.

His world shattered when she slid a piece of paper through the letterbox, asking him if he would read it and telling him that if he signed it and passed it back through, she’d submit it and he’d never have to see her at work again. She’d given him the option of a transfer. She’d given him the option of losing her forever. The worst thing was, she was going to handle it for him if he agreed; her final act ever concerning him would be one of care and service…for his comfort.

He didn’t sign the form.

She didn’t seem to mind though, his lack of response was something she was very well acquainted with. She knew what that meant…or he hoped she did.

“Okay, well, you know where to find me if you need me.”

‘just in case’

She moved a moment later, her weight lifting off the back of the door as she stood, shaking Five’s foundations yet again. Untethered. Lost. Unbalanced. He listened as her kitten heels made small clicks against the floor of the hallway outside, grateful that he could still hear them. He dreaded them fading into silence as she took herself home.

Five couldn’t stand as she did, only feeling himself reach to grasp the door handle from where he was sat, forgetting that he’d locked the bastard thing behind him when he returned home. Defeated, he sat there wallowing in his own agony as he did hear those kitten clicks drift away…ticking like seconds, a countdown to his demise.

He let himself feel it, let himself taste the despair and revel in the separation, allowing her to fade into a nothingness. He didn’t manage to stop her leaving. He wouldn’t have wanted to influence that decision for her. Though, he was outwardly reaching for her and that was something he just couldn’t give up.

So, he got up.

He willed his legs to lift themselves, forced his knees to shift his weight as he demanded that his spine hold him upright. He stood facing the door, hand on the lock, for what felt like an eternity and yet no time at all. His blood had almost stopped in his veins and he was on the verge of cardiac arrest when he felt a tear drop down his face…and he unlocked the door, springing after her.

Five had never resembled newborn Bambi as much in his entire life totalled together as he did in that moment, if he were to play the moment back he’s sure he’d be humbled by his comedic scrambling and falling over his own feet. All the moment called for was for him to trip and fall flat on his face before reaching the lift, though he did manage to save himself that particular embarrassment.

His eyes burned and his throat tightened as his body fought through cries to push him forward, converting his all-encompassing angst into pure, forward-moving, kinaesthetic energy. He’s only ever felt this type of need to move once before…and that was back in the barn. Only, now he couldn’t blink. He was at the mercy of his own humanity. This desperation felt the same on his nerves as he loathed his frazzled endings into reforming themselves into some semblance of working team.

The lift didn’t arrive quickly enough; she’d taken it down. Five decided that the stairs were the better option, thinking perhaps he could intercept her on her way out of his shitty apartment complex. He couldn’t move quick enough, the lack of powers spiting him increasingly as the detrimental moments slipped past him. Practically falling down the stairs, Five reached the outer door of the complex realising that he’d just missed her. Following her outside, he knew which way she’d be headed. He knew her route home from here, two underground trains and a short walk. He had time to gain on her.

Or, he thought he did.

Rushes of people began to slow him down, traffic lights and crossings adding to his infuriation with the human race and their stifling urban jungles. He missed her by a hair at every step, seeing her board a train that drove off just before he could reach the doors, shouting after her despite knowing she couldn’t hear him from that distance. There were no alternate routes to get to her connecting train…Five needed a new idea. He reached inside his blazer pocket – ‘just in case’ had finally come.

Committing the address to memory, Five raced back outside of the station and got into a cab, angrily barking at the driver to take him straight there. This plan went swimmingly until they got caught in some sort of emergency pile up, the traffic went back miles. Oh, how the emergencies of others inconvenienced his own…could they really not have done this on a different day?

Throwing some screwed up notes at the driver, Five ran back on himself before realising how close to her address he actually was. He could probably beat her there at this rate. Pulling himself together once again, Five ran his little cantankerous heart out. His dried up tears causing his skin to feel tight against the air pushing past him. He was only a few moments away from her, she flashed in his brain with every step he took. Her stupid hair clip, her ridiculous shoes, her annoying perfume…her sickly, honey-like voice. He wanted those things for himself, and it’s well known that when Five Hargreeves wants something, he’s going to get it. No two ways about it.

He reached her door with adrenaline clouding his judgement. This was such a stupid thing to be doing. She’s not his…but oh, was he hers. Her neighbourhood was nicer than his, she lived in an apartment the same as him, but she was much more distinguished with her upstairs flat in a converted townhouse as opposed to his cheap-arse, dingy, murder complex that he gets on the cheap.

He saw her light turn on upstairs, likely her living room light. She’d just got back. Five didn’t know what to do other than knock on the outside door hoping that her downstairs neighbour might let him in. No one answered. He grabbed pebbles from her neighbours gravel garden, pelting them against her window with the force of an Olympic javelin competitor, cracking the upper corner in the process.

It worked, she answered.

Opening the window he’d just cracked, she looked around steaming with an irritation Five hadn’t yet seen from her.

“Five?! What the hell? I have a doorbell, you know!”

Oh yeah, doorbell.

Dickhead.

“I have to talk to you!”

“Yeah, I gathered that! Hang on-”

Five waited patiently as she came down the stairs and unlocked the outer door for him to enter through, his irritation matched hers as she seemingly took years to make her way down. He blatantly ignored the irony of his initial rush and her then apparent laziness. Eventually, she opened the door, stepping aside a little to let him in – as if her being stood there would have stopped him from entering, which it most certainly would not have done.

He ascended the stairs without even sparing her a glance, adjusting his hair on the walk up to her flat, huffing ever so kindly about her under his breath. He didn’t even wait for her to enter her flat first, he just barged in and stood in the entryway waiting for her to get her frustratingly alluring behind inside. She followed him tentatively, likely wondering if he was going to break something else if she eased her attention on him for even a second. Her eyes never held condescension or belittlement over him though, she looked at him with the same care as she always had, even in their most deliciously deviant moments – that care never seemed to change…and, it was absolutely not a look one would bestow upon a client of theirs.

He had her, hook, line, and sinker…

…but she had him first.

Five closed her door gently behind her as she stepped into the flat. His energy dissipating with every passing second. His outrageous attitude for himself was the only thing keeping him upright; he could have just fallen into her when he laid eyes on her again, had her hold him as he fell into something other than complete despair for once. He wasn’t entirely sure what being held would feel like, but he yearned for it nonetheless.

“What was it you wanted to tell me, Five?”

Running his hand through his sweaty hair, Five had apparently lost all semblance of sentence structures and phonemes because he couldn’t utter a single word in response. What did he want to say to her? He couldn’t remember. Her comfort was already consuming him – his previous panic-fuelled marathon closing off behind him. That’s how he remembered, he couldn’t be away from her. That’s what he wanted to say.

“Why did you give me this form?”

“I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable with me around work. I felt it easier to just give you a quiet exit if that’s what you wanted-”

“-It’s not what I want. Ever. Never be under that impression.”

“Oh, okay,” She smiled, “that could have been an email, you didn’t come all the way here for that did you?”

Fuck her.

Five scoffed and stepped further into her space, she didn’t back away though. She didn’t for a single second let him intimidate her away, or let his attitude consume her. She held her ground, firm but fair. He held the letter up slightly, gesturing to it.

“This,” he said as he wafted it closer to her, “is an abomination and a disgrace.”

“Mhm, seems so.”

“You do not speak for me, this form is an insult.”

“So much for the gentle approach, huh?” she smirked, matching his energy now, getting into his space, “You don’t have to sign it.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I won’t be signing shit-paper.”

“It would appear not.”

“Why did you post this personally?”

“Duty of care, personal touch.”

“Surely even you aren’t blind to the irony of what you just said.”

“Well, Mr Hargreeves, it’s not my fault that you’re afraid of your own feelings. Far be it for me to leave you in pain.”

“I am not an injured bird, and for the last time, don’t call me that.”

“Sorry, did I hit a nerve, Bitch Boy? I never said you were.”

Five was losing it with this back and forth they had going on. He could feel his own tension build and his jaw clench with every irritating answer she gave him. ‘duty’, what utter horseshit. She knew it, and now – so did he.

“Y’know, it’s highly inappropriate for you to be here, especially in this state. You must have come with intention. Spill it.”

“You already know.”

“Don’t just assume that. You doubt my intelligence daily – you’re doing it now. Spell it out for me won’t you? I’ll get my notebook.”

Five snapped, his tense patience pulled too tight and breaking clean in two. He closed the gap between them and kissed her, harsh. Though, he regretted his rough approach immediately; she was so gentle with him regardless of her words or his temper. She took all his brash energy and converted it into something so much softer. She absorbed him entirely.

Five struggled with where to put his hands, but luckily she was one step ahead of him, as she traced one hand through his hair, she took back that ridiculous form with the other, throwing it somewhere to the side of them both. She then led both his hands to her waist, allowing him to take hold of her as she had him.

Five had found gravity.

He soared and yet had such a strong tether that he felt comfortable in this new experience. This was nothing like he’d imagined it to be or like he’d experienced with Delores in the past. This was real. She was real…

…and she wanted him.

She led their kiss as Five’s frustration melted away under her touch. He was drinking her in as she gained entrance into his mouth, clashing their tongues together. He pulled her impossibly closer to him, begging silently for her to flush with him, become one. She complied and let her hands trace back up over his arms, over his shoulders, and under his blazer. Leaning back, she let Five catch his breath, asking one simple question in a tone no louder than a whisper:

“Are you sure?”

“God, yes,” he replied instantly, “take me.”

Without another word, she engulfed him again, tongues resuming as small whines of pleasure left Five’s throat. She pushed his blazer off his shoulders, freeing him from his first layer. Five was too focused on the magic happening inside his mouth (and his boxers) to pay attention to the layers he was losing. Before he knew it, she had his shirt undone and his tie loosened around his neck.

Something must have clicked in her brain that the entryway of her flat wasn’t the best place to do this because she led him with kisses all the way to her bedroom, careful not to trip on his discarded clothes en route. Five was only vaguely aware of the change of scenery until the edge of her plush bed met the back of his knees. He wanted to fall on it and pull her down with him, directly on top of him, but she held his hips in place.

“Hang on, pretty boy, I want you to be comfortable,” she said as she moved away from him to set up pillows against her headboard and ensured her sheets were straight, “lay back for me.”

Five did as he was asked, falling back onto her mattress with a ‘duf’, the only things keeping him awake now being the raging boner in his pants and his crippling desire not to miss a second of this. She leaned over him slightly as she began to undo his laces and remove his shoes, socks were next. She placed them both by the side of her bed. She looked him dead in the eye before unbuckling his belt, waiting for him to give her a slight nod, a confirmation of his ongoing want. He did just that, but it accompanied a whoreish whine and him gripping the sheets underneath him.

“Both, take them both off-”

“Okay, if you’re sure?”

“I’ve never been surer of anything in my entire life, it fucking hurts.”

He wasn’t lying either; when she got his pants and boxers down after lifting his hips for him, she was faced with his cock. Rock hard, solid, leaky, and painfully red. He dripped precum onto his abdomen as he waited for her to faff around with whatever the hell she was doing. Probably folding his trousers knowing her. Regardless of how long she took, Five couldn’t rip his eyes open. He just laid there in growing anticipation, willing himself not to cum untouched.

When she came back to him, she crawled over him, Five’s hands finding their place once again on her hips…that were now bare save for her underwear. He inhaled and sighed out as he traced his hands up her waist, finding her skin smoother than he thought it would be. If ever there was any supporting evidence for the argument that she wasn’t a dragon or poisonous snake – this was it; her skin was too silky to have scales.

She didn’t stop him as he continued tracing his hands up her body, taking his bottom lip between his teeth and he felt her straddled him and let him find his way to her bra. That ripped his eyes open, causing him to let out a slightly startled moan at what he saw, finding her to be more gorgeous than that ridiculous blouse could ever do justice for.

Her cleavage sat pretty in her bra, and her necklaces hung off her in such a way it nearly hypnotised him. Hell, he knew she was hot but he didn’t quite grasp how hot. He looked at her from under his lashes and she nodded and allowed him to palm her over the cups of her work-bra. Five must have pulled his confidence out of his arsehole because after he’d had a good grope of her over the top of the offending article, he shimmied his hands underneath the wires and took her tits in hand fully, neglecting the sting of the unforgiving underwired scraping against his hands.

“Here,” she said, reaching behind herself to unclasp the wretched torture-device and let it fall off her shoulders – though, in this moment, it was only torturing Five, “better?”

Five didn’t answer, he couldn’t. He was utterly beholden to touching her. He felt the weight of each breast in his hand, massaging them as he felt his stresses melt away. His mouth watered at the sight of her nipples. At first, he’d only caught a quick glance, but that led him to looking at them completely. A small, almost inaudible, giggle caught his attention as he realised he’d been subconsciously sticking his tongue further and further out the longer he stared at her chest.

Embarrassed, Five put his puppy-like tongue away and got too far into his head about acting like a small abandoned little mutt as opposed to the wolf he’d convinced himself she’d trapped in the first instance. She was soon to show him that all dogs could be domesticated with just a little encouragement.

“Go ahead,” she spoke gently, “no need to be shy, pretty boy.”

“Ohhhhmmmmmh-” Five moaned as he leant slightly forwards to take her left tit into his mouth, gliding his tongue across her nipple, relishing in her small sigh of relief at the contact.

Five swirled his tongue and sucked at her as if she were his very life essence. His own whines adding to the heat of the moment. He couldn’t stop the small moans of pleasure from escaping him and vibrating onto her as he latched further and further onto her, reluctant to let go, spit dribbling down his chin. She held the back of his head as he sucked and slightly nipped at her, moving his messed up bangs from his eyes as she combed her hands through his hair yet again.

Five didn’t even try to hide his pleasure, he felt his hips rut up as he tried desperately to drink her in. The warm air of her flat was ironically more unforgiving than that of his unheated one; it allowed his treacherous cock to get comfortable and prepare to offload – dangerous territory when you’re in bed with someone for the first time, especially when you’ve been pining for them for weeks.

Unfortunately his hips were met with nothing, he wasn’t given the opportunity to end this quicker than he wanted. He was rutting into air and that just wouldn’t cut it, not how he’d felt her. She was magnetising, she had him in clutch, ready to fling himself over the edge at the word go. Five craved this moment, and now he had it, and it was flooding his senses.

“Give me your hand, baby.”

He did as he was told without leaving her tit, he let her take his left hand in her right and lead him down to the hemline of her panties. She let him feel around and pull at handfuls of her arsecheeks. Five was bewildered at how firm she was, how perfectly shaped, how she fit his palms so well. He was getting impossibly harder and started to make a leaky mess all over his belly. He hadn’t cum yet, but he felt like he’d been edging himself for hours already. Only, he was at her disposal. She’d been edging him without even realising it.

She helped Five gather himself enough to hook his fingers under the band of her panies, pulling them about halfway down her arse before meeting the resistance of her open hips. She gently tapped Five’s head to have him release her tit from his warm mouth, a line of saliva lewdly connecting them both. He whined at the lack of contact as he fell back against the mattress and headboard, watching under lidded eyes as she lifted her weight fully onto her knees to remove her panties fully, a similar string of wetness following the telling wet spot on the fabric between her legs as it is removed from her cunt.

Five’s mouth was watering again. Oh, how badly he wanted for that slick to run down his chin, to coat his tongue and throat, to settle his dangerously anxious stomach. Though, she seemed to have other ideas as she took his left hand once again, letting him touch her, feel her wetness as he explores her folds.

Five all but combusted when he feels her slick beneath his fingers. His moan was loud this time, airy and desperate as his law slacked and his eyes fought not to roll into the back of his head. He followed her as she showed directed him wordlessly to her clit, rubbing in slow strokes and small, firm circles as she ground down onto his hand.

“Just like that, good boy.”

Her praise rang in his ears and he wanted nothing more than to have her spill that same sentence time and time again as she released more of this sweetness onto his hand. He lost himself in the movement as he watched her, she threw her head back and kneeled straight above him, entirely on display.

A goddess made flesh.

The next thing she did was straight out of some cheesy porno; she took her hairclip out and let her hair down, cascading down her like the waves of pleasure flowing through the both of them. What on earth had Five done in his life to deserve this honour?

She began to grind harder and harder against Five’s hand, forcing his long strokes on the outside of her pussy to go further and further to where Five’s limited theoretical sexual education told him her entrance would be. Did she want him in there?

“Inside, baby. Put them inside.”

She stilled so that he could position his hand as to access her hold without hurting her or adding to the potential of a hand cramp. Five tentatively felt around her hole with nervous fingers, her hand returned to offer him support as he began to push his middle finger inside her, seating it entirely as she clamped and clenched onto him – swallowing him. She’s the wolf.

“You’re doing so good, Five. Add another.” she breathed out, her eyes locking onto his as he carefully collected enough of her wetness on his fingers to enter into her smoothly.

She was truly all encompassing. She was so hot inside, scoldingly so. Her walls were tight and responsive to every little movement Five made. Thanking his lucky stars, Five let out a sigh of relief when she began to fuck herself onto his hand in tune with the small movements he could muster up. She found her own rhythm and Five followed sit, matching it perfectly. The constant thrusting of his fingers inside him had a ghostly feeling mirror the same thing on his cock. It longed to be inside her and now was emulating the feeling of thrusting up into her. She was mind fucking him, with little mercy, in all respects.

“Please-” Five uttered, voice outrageously hoarse, “Pleasepleaseplease-”

“Please what, baby?”

“Take me…”

She lifted her hips off his hand, removing him from her wetness. Five wondered if he’d upset her by trying to hurry her along, though he was quickly pulled from this thinking when he felt her grasp his cock in hand, giving him a few teasing strokes before aiming his tip at her folds. Gathering slick along his length. Coating him. Preparing him. She leaned over him as he prodded at her entrance, kissing him softly as she began to seat herself along on his cock. Five broke their kiss to moan into her mouth, overwhelmed by the feeling of being enveloped by her warmth.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhfffffffffffuuuuuuuckkkkk”

Once seated and comfortable, she kept him there, still. Clenching. Tightening. Milking him. Five was a mess beneath her as the two shared air and saliva. He squirmed and writhed in pleasure, his senses alight. He had all of about a second of caught breath before she rocked her hips against him. His hands firmly planted on them, feigning themselves as guides, moreso just hanging on for the ride.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck! Please please please- so good, so wet-”

“Mhm, you feel so good, baby. Feeling good?”

“Too good- am gonna-!”

How humiliating. All of thirty seconds inside her and he was already about to bust. She wasn’t helping him though; she didn’t stop her hips, she just kept going – letting him lose himself. Enabling it. Encouraging it. Catching his eyes again, she held his face as she gave him four very sacred words of permission.

“Let go for me.”

Five couldn’t stop his body, he couldn’t halt the pouring of cum as he spilled himself into her. His moans bordered on screams and fell silent in a deafened scream of pure pleasure. His hips finally sprung to life as he fucked his milky ropes further up into her sopping cunt. Mixing fluid. He came so much he felt it leak down his length and pool on his pelvis. He committed everything he could to memory before he lost his brain servers. The way she looked, the way she smelled, the way she tasted…the way she felt.

It all became too much for him and he all but passed out from the lightning shocking it’s way through his system. He wrapped his arms around her back, pulled her flush to him once again, and his face in her neck as he rode out his high, finding her to be the only thin tying him to reality.

She was so kind to him through it, too. She praised him to no end. Calling him her good boy, saying he was doing such a good job, making her feel so good, filling her up so well. It was in that moment that Five’s lack of brain servers actually gave him some enlightening clarity: she was no wolf, no hunter – she was a sanctuary.

She didn’t even rush him as he came down from his climax. No mention of disappointment in his embarrassingly early finish. Nothing. Only careful kisses and praise. Comfort.

Love.

Five was receiving love.

And he didn’t feel guilty about it.

Fuck.

Talk about bombshell.

She held him close until he caught his breath and his heart rate slowed. He moved his head back from her shoulders to reveal a tearstained face that he hadn’t even noticed was stinging until the air hit. He was crying…not because he was sad – but because he’d finally felt love.

She kissed away his tears and brushed his hair through for him once again, tracing his skin with love and covering him in an unwavering devotion. One that he didn’t feel he’d ever earned and yet would continue to lap up until his dying breath.

“You did so well.”

“-m’sorry.” Five forced out, falling out of his headspace fast, worrying she’d hate him for his lack of reciprocation in her pleasure, “m’ so sorry, I didn’t mean to…so quickly…”

“Shhhh, baby. You did nothing wrong. I’m so pleased with you.”

Nothing else was said, but she held him increasingly close as he let tears fall onto her skin. She didn’t rush him, she just held him, keeping him safe and warm whilst he slowly softened inside her.

An indeterminable amount of time passed as Five let himself be comforted. He sat inside her as she kept him there. The intimacy grounding him, chasing away any lingering sense of insecurity or imbalance. Five had little idea what this meant for him, for them; they’d clearly crossed their professional boundaries and this wasn’t something he was likely to forget, nor did he want to forget it. It was clear to Five that, if he were to keep her, he’d have to surrender – in every aspect.

Willingly.

He was now no longer her willing victim but her willing counterpart.

Feeling her shift on top of him, Five wondered if she’d begun to regret this turn of events – hoping and praying that she wouldn’t evict him from the empathetic embrace (which closely resembled the benefits of a weighted blanket) they had tangled themselves in. To his comfort, he found that she was shifting in effort to lay down beside him…yet never forcibly removing his cock from inside her.

“Here, baby, let me get next to you.” She said softly as they both turned to the side, still linked together but in a position likely to be much more comfortable for her in the long run.

She had her leg hooked over Five’s hip so that he didn’t have to leave her warmth and though the comforting weight of her on top of him had shifted, he felt equally as comfortable in this new position, finding it easier to lean into her and come down from his rather dramatic emotional highs. He heard her whisper about getting some rest and that she’d still be here when he woke up. Although, it became apparent that he had absolutely no control over his body because as soon as those words left het lips, he was out like a light, not even responding to her.

He couldn’t have slept for too long because it was still dark when he opened his eyes. He was elated to notice that they were still in the same position as when he drifted off; she stuck to her word. She hadn’t left. She was still there.

“Hey,” she spoke gently, feeling Five stretch and shift as his servers came back online, “how’re you feeling?”

How was he feeling?

Rested? Comfortable? Happy for the first time in decades? All of the above.

“M’good. You?”

“Fantastic.” She shot back at him without even a hint of irony in her tone… she meant it.

“How long was I out?”

“Mmm a little over two hours, I think.”

Five simply hummed in response to her, snuggling deeper into her, nuzzling into her neck once again. She started to trace lines up and down his arms and back, letting out small giggles upon finding Five’s ticklish spots. Making constellations with the freckles that trickled down his shoulders and arms. Five could have stayed like this forever, could have stayed here forever – with her, however he’d become acutely aware of how they were still connected. He felt himself twitch inside of her and cursed himself for ruining such a pleasant moment.

To his surprise, she didn’t scold him. She pulled him in closer with her leg and ensured that he’d stay put. Yet, she didn’t seem to give any indication of wanting anything from him either. It appeared she was back to her ridiculous mixed messaging.

Memories of their earlier encounter came flooding back to Five as he hardened inside her. The heat flooding him once again. Visions of her teaching him, guiding him, finishing him came back like a pornographic highlights reel in his head. Oh, he wanted to do that again. To prove that he could last longer than all of a few pumps. To please her. That’s when he remembered the one thing he didn’t get to experience in their last encounter: tasting her.

As his blood began to boil back up and his mind lost more blood, he started kissing and nipping at her neck, neglecting to realise that he was leaving adorable little love bites along the way. He shifted slightly so that he could get at her tits once again, this time paying adequate attention to each one and being gentle with his biting tendencies. He noticed as her breathing quickened and her pussy clenched around him. He just couldn’t stop himself.

“You don’t have to-” she started, having realised his intentions

“-I want to…please- I’ll be good I swear.” He pleaded with her.

“Okay, baby. Go ahead.”

Her permission hit him like a truck and he almost came on command then and there, but he managed to get himself together enough to shift them so she was on her back, and he was kneeling between her legs – still connected. His hands were all over her, less nervous than before. He groped at her, loved up on her, and pleaded with her body as he made the harrowing realisation that he’d have to exit her warm cunt in order to taste it.

Finding that to be a hard but worthwhile decision, Five softly thrusted inside her a few times before leaving, both building the courage for the next event and satisfying his need for friction all at once as he warded off thoughts of remaining there for the rest of eternity.

He trailed wet kisses down her belly and pelvis as he positioned himself between her legs, feeling his dick get trapped between him and the bed, providing that damning friction he craved. Looking up at her, he silently asked for some guidance on how to please her, and he was met with her hands in his hair – reinforcing her love.

Five watched her face closely as he licked one long stripe up her cunt, delighting in how she arched her back and moaned at the contact he gave her, earning a moan from himself in return. He then took to lapping at her folds, tasting every inch of her and leaving nowhere unexplored by his tongue. Her hands tightened in his hair and forced a groan from his throat that he didn’t realise he was holding back. She guided him to where she wanted him most, making her clit the centre point of his devotion. Five latched onto it similarly to how he’d latched onto her tits, suckling like there was no tomorrow, as if his very life force depended on it…

…because it did…

……she tasted too good, he just couldn’t put his finger on what she tasted like – it was addicting.

Her pleasure was now his goal.

She locked her legs behind his neck and kept him in place as she began to grind on his mouth, relishing in the fact that even this couldn’t shut him up; he was arguably being louder than she was. The vibrations of his sweet moans send shockwaves up her spine that Five was proud to be the deliverer of. His own tension built and built inside his abdomen, finding that his hips were grinding on her bed the at the same pace in which she ground down against his tongue.

Five lost count of how many times he came during this.

He got more and more overstimulated with each climax he had, finding it impossible to tear his mouth away from her for even a second to tell her that he was cumming. She must have known; he was erratic.

Her own climax came shortly after this realisation. She kept Five in precisely the same placed, holding him there tightly, grinding down harder and stronger with every slick trace of his tongue against her. Five had no idea how to handle it, he was drowning. The only thing he thought he could do was bring his fingers up to enter her, working two digits immediately inside her, feeling her clamp down on them familiarly as she came undone above him.

“Ohhhh fuck, good boy, good boyyy. Fuck. Doing so well for me - just like that! Oh!”

She rode out her high for what seemed like forever, seemingly overstimulating herself with his mouth as his fingers worked on that soft spot inside her. Five would never admit that he actually lost his breath throughout this, finding this to be the only thing worthy of his wordlessness. Though, one thing was set to throw him over the edge yet again. As she released her hold on him and let him do as he pleased against her cunt, he made the gratifying mistake of removing his fingers and swallowing up the cum from inside her hole, realising that it was mixed cum. His and hers.

He came again, harder than any of the other times; this is what she tasted like...what they tasted like.

Honey and salt.

He must have blacked out from his climax because when he came to, she was fussing over him. Fanning him and checking him over.

“Oh thank- thought I’d lost you for a minute there, fucking hell.”

“Your fault…” he smiled back to her as she pulled him into another loving embrace. He couldn’t get enough of their closeness.

“I’m sorry I pushed you too far.”

“God no, don’t apologise. That was…everything.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They sat together for a moment, enjoying the calmness of their combined company. Relaxing into each other. Floating on intimacy clouds. Nothing would ruin this moment for them, not even the traffic outside of her window or the chill in the air now that her central heating had automatically clicked off. A comfortable and contented silence set the tone, their breathing setting a melody, their heartbeats keeping them both in tune.

Five realised this is what he must have been after all along – closeness. A devotion so deep for another person that he cared deeply about their experience and their pleasure as opposed to purely his own selfish interests. He longed for love, yearned for connection, sought closeness…even if his methods were a little untoward and unorthodox. He couldn’t let go of this, of her.

He wouldn’t.

“What does this mean?” he whispered to her, fear stricken.

“Well, I think it’s pretty clear that I cant just be your therapist.”

Five wondered what that meant, scared she thought this would be their last encounter. Was this all her saying goodbye? Was she going to leave him? After all this? He locked eyes with her, tears forming along his waterlines as he prepared himself to hear the worst…but he never heard it; she said something rather to the contrary.

“I care about you, more than our boundaries at work will allow for…but I want this to be your choice. I won’t force it on you.”

“Yes.”

“’Yes’ what?”

“I don’t really know what you’re going to ask me but…if you’re asking me if I’ll be yours – whatever that means – then the answer is yes. If you’re asking me to leave you alone or if I want to transfer, then I’m afraid that answer is going to be a resounding no…I just don’t think I’m capable of that.”

“I see,” she began, “well, I was going to ask if you wanted to go on a proper date. Not one that happens to be in my office.”

“Oh…I’d like that.”

“I would too, obviously. Also, we don’t have to tell work right away. I won’t have you transferred, and we can see where this goes because…as far as I’m concerned, you’ve got me, Five Hargreeves.”

They spent the rest of the evening into the next morning talking about the parameters of their new arrangement, which did wonders for Five’s overactive mind. She put every concern he had to bed. Quite literally. Her honeied chirps smoothed over his open emotional wounds and healed his scars. She made their situation quite clear: they liked each other, she was positive about this turn of events, and they’d see where it went…even if they could pretty much see where it was headed already.

If the CIA found out before they declared it, they’d be in heaps of trouble and forced to split at the very least, it wouldn’t be surprising if they were both fired…so they’d keep their, rather unprofessional relationship, to themselves for the time being. They’d disclose it later, but for now – it was theirs…and that’s how they liked it.

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