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REQUEST: You and Spy!Charles have to work together while you despise each other, but of course you end up falling for each other during a mission.
"Don't you clean up well, Y/L/N". Charles had a grin on his face as he was leaned against the wall, looking at your figure all dressed up in a red, backless dress. "I do, I know". You replied. You hated the fact that you had to work with Charles on this mission, but it was important to work in pairs for the current assignment you had received. While going to a fancy ball, one of you had to sneak into the office of the CEO and steal the already stolen USB stick back. You were sure Charles could work with someone else and you were also sure you could work with someone else, but suddenly all of your colleagues were busy and only Leclerc was left. And of course he had to look utterly delicious in the perfectly fitting Armani suit. "Are you going to drive us there or are you just going to stand and stare?". You snarled, swinging your long coat around your shoulders as your heels clicked on the floor on your way to the Ferrari that was parked out front. "You can also walk if you want". Charles replied, just as snarky.
He unlocked the doors and you sat down in the passenger's seat, taking your phone out of your purse while Charles sat behind the wheel and started the car to drive away. "It looks like this". You mentioned, zooming in on the picture of the USB stick. Charles nodded as he saw it. "Who is going to get it? I think it's better if I go and get it. You can be pretty and distract the CEO from anything else". You snorted. "I'll go get it. He'll be hooked to the bullshit coming out of your mouth as you keep him talking anyway". You said and Charles' jaw clenched while his fingers curled tighter around the steering wheel. It was awkwardly quiet for the rest of the ride. The ball was as classy and fancy as it could get and Charles had to hand over the keys of the car to the valet parking service. You walked towards the entrance and you had get your names checked to see if you were on the list. You stood still in front of the entrance and you felt Charles' hand sliding to your lower back. "Good evening! Your names, please". The staff asked and you shot a look at Charles to keep his hand off. Charles looked back at you to keep your mouth shut and act along.
The staff was visibly confused with the moment, especially when you put on a sweet smile and got closer to Charles. "Mr. and Mrs. Leclerc. We're on the list". Charles finally spoke up and you gritted through your teeth that he made you husband and wife. "Enjoy your evening". The staff told you and you nodded. "A married couple?". You whisper-hissed at him while you slowly walked among the other people into the venue. "Do you want me to shoot you now or later tonight?". Charles shrugged. "I want you to stop the whining for now as we should work together. So look like my happy wife". He said and you pursed your lips together, sighing deeply as you accepted the hand that rested on your hip, knowing he was somewhat right. You checked if your microphone was ready and connected to your earring, so you could communicate if you were separated in the building. "He's at the bar". Charles muttered in your ear, his hot breath ghosting over the side of your face and a shiver ran up your spine. "I see him too". You replied, nodding before you lifted your eyes to his.
For the first time you felt your heart beating faster when you looked into his crystal hues. You shook it off next, looking away from him. "Let's get over there". You said, making your way forward already as you were standing in the middle of the ballroom. Charles tugged on your wrist, spinning you to his chest. "What are you doing?". You asked, confused and slightly annoyed if he planned something and didn't tell you about it. "Draw attention, because a dancing couple is never suspicious". Charles whispered in your ear and you squealed as he spun you around again. The people started to make room for you and the band automatically started to play to your dance. You didn't know where Charles learned this, but what you did know was that you hated how you felt flattered by him. You lost count how many times he had spun you around, back to his chest, but you were glad that the song was over and he nearly dropped you, yet his arm curled around you and left you hanging above the floor, his lips dropping a soft kiss to your neck.
The people clapped, delighted by the free and sudden performance. His hand seemed to burn through your skin when he helped you back up. "I could use a drink". You muttered and he followed closely to the bar. You ordered meanwhile and the CEO came up to Charles. Everything went according to plan. Charles' hand slipped into the pocket of his slacks and he spoke to the man as if he hadn't done business with anyone else over the past five years. You slipped away meanwhile, wandering through the building to get to his office. You drew your gun from your stockings under your dress as you neared the guarded section. The silencer only clicked softly when you put the guards down and reached his office. An alarm went off as soon as you opened the door and you had to be quick. "Charles?". You asked through your earpiece meanwhile and as you heard more panicked sounds erupting from the ballroom and you knew this wasn't the only alarm. You went through the office to find the stick.
You put it in your purse when you found it, getting out of the small room to head downstairs. More guards were coming out of nowhere and you ran out of bullets. You surely hoped your partner was somewhere right now. As the only option you threw your gun to knock out one of the guards, looking down the balustrade as Charles was fighting them off there. "Charles!". You yelled at him and he looked up, seeing you fighting with another one. "Jump!". He said and you looked over your shoulder, more of them coming to get you and you didn't hesitate before setting foot on the balustrade to drop yourself. Charles flawlessly caught you, your weight dipping slightly in his arms. "Alright?". He asked and you nodded, a bit breathless that you trusted him so blindly to catch you. "Let's go". Charles took your hand without a doubt and you ran to get to the exit. For the first time you were working like a team while fighting off the last guards to reach the emergency exit to get down to the parking lot.
You were out of breath when you reached the car, nearly tripping on the slippery sidewalk in those heels. "Let's get to the safehouse to be sure". Charles said as he opened the door and you both got into the car, his tyres spinning and screeching when they left the building. "Do you have it though?". Charles asked after a long silence and you held the stick up from your purse. "Of course I do". Charles let out a small chuckle, shaking his head with a smile on his lips. He steered the car into the underground parking lot of the safehouse, where you'd spend the night till your colleagues made sure you weren't tracked on your way here and it would be safe to go out again. Charles got out and you were gathering your stuff to do so too. Charles opened the door for you and you stepped out of the car too, rising to your height as he stood in front of you. You backed up against the car, looking at him. "What now?". You asked and you scoffed when he pulled your purse out of your hand and threw it on the roof of the car.
"I feel fucking stupid for catching feelings for you over this stupid mission, because I don't like you". Charles breathed, yet his hands curled around your waist and it nearly drew a moan from your throat. "You're pretty stupid because I don't like you either". You replied, making you look at each other for a moment before he ducked his head down to kiss you. His grip on your waist tightened and you felt the steel frame of the car icing the skin of your back. His tongue licked the seam of your lips, one of his hands reaching up to cup the side of your neck. Oh, shit, his knee moved between your legs and you finally let out the moan he wanted to hear. Charles' pupils were blown wide when you looked at each other. "Let's get inside". His voice rasped.
A/N: I rarely ever do Part 2's but I think we have some business left unfinished here...
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REQUESTS CLOSED Formula 1 One Shots III
RomanceREQUESTS CLOSED. Third book in one shot series. PG13+
