Sanctuary

When I woke up we were starting to land, I shook Andy awake, as much as I hated to. Probably his last moment of peace for a few months. He slowly rose back up to his sitting positing, groggy and brushing his hair back out of his face. Once off the plane and our luggage in hand, we were set in the limo Cathedral has set for us to take us to our quarters.

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The room was gorgeous, as always. King size bed, cherry wood furniture with gold and white accessories. Our accommodations instantly brightened both of us, as we went hand in hand to explore the room.
"Where's our safe? Our case files?"

"I don't know. Who cares about that right now?"

"Andy that's kind of why we're here."

"I could think of better things to do.." Andy pulled me up, pressing his lips to mine, and as always I melted into him. I reached for his hair to wrap my fingers in as he started to pull up my shirt.
"Andy we can't right now we have to get to work"

"We have time. As long as they're concerned our plane landed late," he muttered as he finally got my shirt off, and my jeans unzipped.

"Andy..."

*smut*

I lay next to him, listening to him inhale and exhale the smoke from his cigarette after finally I rose out of bed, getting dressed and remembering I still had to search for our safe and files.

"Ah! They're in the closet in the vent."

"Hm?" I turned back to face him, he was still laying in the bed, taking drags from his cigarette with his eyes closed, his long black hair messily falling on his bare shoulders. I bit my lip at the sight and to distract myself, turned back to the safe, pressing in our set code.

No files. At all. Great, one of those assignments. Three slips of paper with phone numbers and names that had no meaning to me on them and three plastic packs of cocaine. No doubt for payment to someone we're supposed to interact with. As I was thinking all this over my PDA buzzed with a message from Sophia.
You and Biersack at the Versalati in an hour. Show the hostess your pass.


"Andy, get up," I shouted to him behind me, "We're supposed to be at a restaurant in an hour. Versalati."
I heard nothing from him and turned around to see that he still had his eyes closed in bed.
"Andy, now."
"Fashionably late," he muttered.
"I don't think that's how it works here. Wear something nice, that's supposed to be one of the most expensive places around here."
"As you say, my queen."
I rolled my eyes at him and decided on what to wear. I picked up an orange cocktail dress, as always, high heels, my engagement ring, diamond earrings and necklace, rhinestone eyebrow ring, heart shaped nose ring, and then set to work curling my hair and fixing my makeup to mirror elegance. Andy decided on a black tux with a white tie, black dress shoes, and fixed his hair. Once I deemed we both looked acceptable, as always we never left on assignments without weapons.

We live on through the night...

So he strapped a gun and a 6 inch blade on his ankles while I packed a belt of knives around my waist under the dress, and two cyanide pills in a small tube in my bra, and we left for the Versalati.

Night of eternal fire.

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Notes

Outfits are on polyvore under BurningOn