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“Say, er, Sn- Oh. Okay,” Josef had walked into the rec room where he had been told that their sniper was, but he hadn’t expected for her to be completely wasted. At this point, the doctor really wished that he had more knowledge of English because he was at a loss for words. “Are… is zis a bad time?”

"Hmm...this sounds easy, but...Is that Nia?"

If being left half curled forward on the floor wasn’t enough for the spy the sound of a feminine voice sounded behind him. Merde, of course now was when he got company. “Si tel était votre fait, vous pouvez aller te faire foutre.” He retorted sourly as he managed to sit up just enough so he wasn’t hunched forward any longer. His breaths coming out panted as his muscles felt weak. 

The look that passed over the man’s face was a mix of shock and pleasure as everything in him went tense. Taking him completely off guard before his hands clutched the arm rest’s of the plush arm chair he had been resting in, with a low throaty groan. His hips giving a noticeable twitch and a slight buck as his head rolled back and everything in him released. Leaving his trousers worse for ware as the results slipped into he creases of his pants leg, making him for the moment reconsider not wearing anything underneath his clothes. Even before the feel of pleasurable relaxation could fill him, confusion took it’s place as his dark brows pulled together. “Quoi?” 

      As much as Nero Abendroth didn’t want to, he hardly had much choice. The Spy had suffered a nightmare that had woken him up in an ungodly hour of the morning, drenched in sweat and crying out for a friend that had long since left. The dream itself had been so bad- so real that the man found that the only solution was to leave his bedroom and head towards the rec room for perhaps a moment or two to calm down in a better lit environment.       Unfortunately for him, his quiet sniffling had drawn the attention of the other Spy, his sounds most likely drawing her out of her bedroom to investigate. Looking like a deer caught in the headlights, he quickly wiped away any remnants of his tears made the excuse that he was heading back to his own room. He was already turning to leave and shuffle back down the corridor and around the corner, back to his bedroom which was pitifully the only one down a scarcely lit corridor. 

It’s rare for Nathan to get surprised by something that will make his face turn red. Such as a woman in his room, spread across his bed in lingerie. But not just any woman, a woman who is a Spy but also from RED. It left him speechless and also somehow aroused.

{Jacket} {Vest} {Tie} {Gloves} {Shirt} {Belt} {Shoes} {Socks} {Trousers}