#...hmmm

Smoothing out your suit, you got out of the car. There was the small tap of your heels as your partner made his way over to you. Olivier smiled and offered you his arm, one that you took with grace. "As stunning as you are tonight, we don't have to go out if you don't wish to." He whispered in your ear as the pair of you walked up to the restaurant. There was silence for a few moments before you eventually answered him. 

  "No, no, I want to do this. I'm just-" The lady at the front started to speak. Unlike Olivier, you were unable to understand what she was saying, yet you greeted her when Olivier did and allowed him to take the lead  You heard his surname be mentioned and she gave the pair of you a nod and started to lead you to your table. With a graceful smile, you thanked her with the tiny amount of French you had picked up. "You were saying?" He held out a chair for you and helped push you in before he took his own, your blazer now on the back of your chair. 

  "I just… wished I paid more attention in French class. I hate having to constantly rely on you, it must be annoying." You looked down at the menu and promptly closed it. "I can't read this." You sighed. 

  "Hey, if it's too much I'd be happy to go home. But if it's me you're worried about don't be, I knew prior that you would need help. I really don't mind it, I'm just happy you're here." His hand covered yours on the table. 

  "Alright."

  "Now, I can read you the menu or I could pick something out."

  "Ah just pick something out, I trust you know my tastes by now."

  "Anything in particular that you're in the mood for?" He scanned the menu.

  "Hmm soup?" His eyes looked up from the menu to you.

  "Have very… safe." He teased with a smile. 

  "I'm just in the mood for soup."

  "Nothing got to do with the fact your face paled when you saw that waiter that passed us earlier?" A fake gasp left your mouth  

  "I would have you know I'm always up to trying new things how dare you to think that my desire for soup is anything but that." He rolled his eyes in response and smiled with you  

  "Hot or cold?"

  "Hot." 

  "Hmmm, I'll get you a bisque." He mumbled. The waitress came and Olivier ordered for the pair of you. 

  A text had Olivier look down at his phone soon after the waitress left. His eyebrows narrowed and a sigh left his face, but not in annoyance or frustration. One of exhaustion.

  "What is it?"

  "I'm needed for a mission, I have a flight back tomorrow morning.  I had hoped we would get our anniversary off but duty calls."

  "Let's go home after this then, next time we get leave we can continue where we left off. I've enjoyed my time with you here let's just pretend tomorrow is today yeah? Besides we did plenty in the last couple of days. We went to the museum and I met your parents."

  "You did well meeting them. I know the tension was high."

  "I'm just glad they spoke English."

  "On the odd occasion, they will. More people speak it than you think, they just refuse to use it. Especially if people think you're a tourist." 

  "I still don't think they like me."

  "They don't dislike you if it makes you feel better. It's my fault really." He looked away as he continued to speak. "My relationship with my parents is better than it was but I think me introducing you really reminded them of when I was younger." 

  "Olivier…" Any words were cut off by the waitress who placed the two meals in front of you. The light orange soup had been placed in front of you while a meat dish had been placed in front of Olivier. 

  "Here's to our anniversary." He lift his glass of water to yours. 

  "Here's to us."

   The pair of you had enjoyed the dinner and started to walk back to his car. Your blazer rest on your shoulders while your pace was at a leisurely stroll. "So what are your plans while I return to base tomorrow?"

  "Probably catch a flight home. Go see my niece. Shes-" Any words on your lips were cut off but the yank of your arm and the cold metal against your throat. Olivier froze and stared, his eyes assessing the situation. 

  "Money now." Barked an order.

  "We're getting mugged?" You whispered in astonishment and the blade was placed a little harder against your throat. "Just do what he wants and let him go home." You whispered and received a nod from your lover  Immediately Olivier brought put his hands up and started to speak calmly in French to the man. He brought out his wallet and pulled out any notes he had. 

  The man behind you slipped away from your throat and punched Olivier which had him double over. His focus now on Olivier's wallet. In your free state, you quickly grabbed the man's hand and twist his back in one smooth movement. With a hard shove, you pressed him against the brick wall next to him and lifted his arm higher until he suddenly dropped the blade. You could hear Olivier start to groan and you glanced at him in the corner of your eye. "There was no need to hit him." You hissed in his ear. "Now, get the fuck out of here your lucky I just want to go home." Carefully you let go of the man and he bolted away from the pair of you

  "Olivier are you alright?" You quickly went over to his side. 

  "I've had worse, don't worry about me." He gave you a smile as he recovered. Your fingers brushed over his brow where he flinched at your touch. 

  "This is going to bruise." He caught your wrist with his hand which slipped into your hand. He rubbed your hand with his thumb. 

  "I'm fine, that was barely anything, so long as you are uninjured."

  "Yeah, Olivier I'm good."

       With his keys placed to the side the pair of you shuffled into the house but barely after taking your shoes off Olivier had grabbed you and pressed you against the wall. "You know, I have to admit you really got my blood pumping." He whispered in your ear as his teeth gave you a light bite on the crook of your neck. Your back was against the wall while his hands slowly started to run under your shirt. 

  "Olivier." The whisper was barely heard from your mouth. "I don't know how but I'm not complaining." His hand ran across your stomach before his hand fell back down. 

  "Dealing with that man earlier was incredible hot of you." His fingers found the buttons on your shirt and slowly started to undo them. One by one. 

  "You were doubled over in pain. I'm surprised you could see that." Your humoured voice dragged out into a slight moan when his mouth started to suck on your neck. 

  "I can assure you I did." He pressed his pelvis into you for enthesis, his hard length very obvious against you. 

  "And how come you're not normally like this when we are at work then? I take down people all the time." He pushed off your shirt and took a step back to remove his own, far more hastily than he did your own. 

  "As stunning as you are when lives are at risk my mind is not how strong and smart you are. I'm thinking of what I should be doing."

  His shirt was dropped to the ground and he started to work on your pants. "Ah, so I can't get you distracted and eliminate you?" 

  "We're both attackers."

  "I could defend." He laughed at your defensive tone. You felt your underwater leave your body and he started to remove his own pants. "Yes, you could. You may struggle against us attacks though." 

  "Ha, maybe it will be nice to be on the side of Tina's interrogations for once." You dragged out the 'o' as Olivier pressed his now naked body against yours. His hand had free roam of your body. They ran up your sides, feeling the shape of your body before they moved up and settled on the side of your face. "Thank you for everything. Words can not describe how fortunate I feel to be with you." His eyes shut and he rest his forehead against yours in the change of mood. "But please tell me if I do something you don't like. I know the culture shock can be overwhelming so if we ever come here again don't feel you have to do anything. Especially for me." You placed a finger under his chin and lift it so his eyes made contact with yours. 

  You keep your hand on his face and placed your palm against his cheek. "When we come back, I promise not to do anything I don't want to. And Olivier I will do things for you if you like it or not." Your face closed in on him and you slowly pushed your lips against his. The kiss was slow and sensual but when you caught his lower lips beneath your lips something inside of him snapped. 

  His lips ripped from yours and started to press kisses on the side of your face. His hips rolled against your own. "Olivier." You breathed out and put a hand against his bare chest. Then he was suddenly gone. In your lust-dazed state, a confused sound left your lips. His hand suddenly grabbed yours and he pulled you to the couch nearby. Just as you were just in front of it he gave your shoulders a light shove which had you fall onto it. The couch silent took your weight. Yet Olivier didn't join you, he disappeared leaving you to slowly recover from your dazed state. 

  Just as you were to say his name he reappeared. The bright pink bottle of lube was in his hand. He nealed down on the couch next to you and his hand lifted your leg up by the calf. With you exposed his wet fingers found your hole where he generously applied the lubrication. His eyes met yours for a second before your body relaxed and slipped two of his fingers into you. Ever so slowly he pushed the two fingers inside. He had obviously warmed it prior due to his fingers not giving you a chill. 

  He stayed still for a moment before he slowly pulled his fingers almost completely out and then pushed them in. The liquid squish filled the air and went they were base deep he started to scissor his fingers inside. With you now properly lubricated he retreated his fingers from you. With one leg hoisted up, he placed himself at your entrance. "Happy anniversary Olivier." You smiled up at him. 

  "Happy anniversary darling." His words left his lips just as he pressed himself inside. The pair of you let out groans of relief as he finally entered. Inch by inch he continued to press himself in until his hips finally met yours. "Every day with you is a blessing I will never take for granted." He leaned over and pressed a kiss against your forehead. 

  "How romantic." You smiled up at him looking down to his cock that was buried inside of you and then his eyes. "Now are you going to move or am I going to have to-" He cut you off by the quick movement of his hips leaving yours and then slamming back into you. Your voice was lost and a smug grin settled on his face.

  "What was that dear?" He smirked and when you opened your mouth again he repeated the action, a curse leaving your lips in response. This time he continued making slow but hard thrusts into you. "I could have sworn you were saying something." His voice was punctured and each word was in between a thrust. 

  "You can be such an ass sometimes." You breathed out and a laugh left his lips. 

  "Mmm, I did try to be nice." 

  "Shuddup you arrogant bastard and fuck me." Your slightly slurred words had him smiling as he knew there wasn't anything but affection in them.  He gripped onto your thigh and his pace sped up, a constant slamming that would no doubt be felt in the morning. The wet sound of your fucking filled the air and his scent overwhelmed your scenes. His blond hair was out of place and only got worse when he ran a hand through it. and only got worse when he ran a hand through it. Olivier continued until you breathed out his name, your walls starting to quiver around him. “Not yet.” He continued, his thrusts started to get sloppy, and out of time. “I want to….” He heavily panted. “With you.” A whine let your lips in protest. “Just a little more daring, just hold out for me.” His eyes screwed shut for a minute until his eyes snapped to yours. “Let go, cum with me.” His voice was barely heard as he buried himself deep inside of you, his cock pumping his seed inside of you while your wall clenched down on him. A long curse left your mouth and you found purchase on the side of the couch. 

  White had covered your senses at timed seemed to move in limbo as your entire body fell into oblivion. A haze had covered your senses and only when it died down were you returned back to yourself. Olivier had pulled you up into his lap while he sat on the sofa, your head resting on the crook of his neck. A movement that you hadn’t even realised had taken place. “Happy anniversary Olivier.”