Shared POV:
Tehran, Iran 07/17/2009
Kathrine stood in front of the mirror besides the guest room's door tucking her blonde hair inside the black Hijab. Her black suit had white rims and was loose enough to hide her muscles, yet still looked size appropriate. The black tie and handkerchief made the look perfect. Still struggling with her hair she heard little steps come closer.
Daria looked up at her with big eyes and she leaned down to her and patted her soft, dark hair. The girl smiled at her shyly. "You look so pretty", she whispered, and Kate couldn't suppress a smile.
"Well, thank you. But I think you are soooo much prettier.", Kate said picking her up. "Look! Super pretty.", she said pointing at the mirror and the little girl giggled.
The door beside them opened and Natasha stepped out in a dark green long dress that was mostly covered by a long black coat. "And I think you're both very pretty.", she complimented them, playfully looking at Daria in Kate's arms.
Daria looked a little confused, so Natasha came a little closer so she can hear the words more clearly. "I said, I think you're both pretty.", she repeated and the smile on the little girl's face returned. She gave her a little nudge and then turned her attention to Kate fixing her tie. Not that that was necessary.
"Bereit so richtig loszulegen?" („Are you ready to get this started?"), Natasha asked her partner in perfect German.
"Muss ich wohl." ("I kind of have to"), she answered and looked down at the fingers adjusting her collar.
The two parted and went to the living room where the parents had waited for all the agents to prepare.
"Everyone ready?", Hosseini asked the circle of people and he got some hesitant nods. Natasha watched the kid's demeanor change as she felt the tenseness in the room.
"Well then. Let's get packed up and go."
The family will have a hard time leaving, she knew it. The feeling to leave the one safe place. But they weren't safe here anymore. It was time to leave.
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The road leading them through the night was narrow, the mountains reaching high above right beside them, dousing them in darkness. The family was in the car behind them which Hosseini was driving. After twenty minutes of driving in silence and a little scare as an animal ran over the streets, the darkness was slowly ousted by the light of a village. A single lane lead them further up on the side of the mountain, above the village, a massive mansion was lit well between the bushes and trees of nature. The dark wood accents mixed well with the grey bricks and the warm light coming from inside. The whole perimeter was covered with security guards and cameras. A few little groups of people were scattered across the patio by the entrance, most of them men, but some of them women. Women who were a lot less covered than allowed. No Hijabs, long and short dresses. Outfits way too revealing for the rules of this country, and the sound of western music blasted from behind the house.
Kate pulled the car up to the servants organizing the cars and they went inside, keeping a back eye on the family behind them. The lobby was already quite full of people dressed to impress, but they kept going straight. Kate walked beside Natasha and even though there were a lot of beautiful people around she could not hold herself from taking a proper look at her partner after she had taken off the coat and Hijab. The shiny forest green of her long dress matched her emerald eyes and her dark red locks. With her black high heels on she was about as tall as Kate and the red tips of her hair caressed her bare back. The confidence that she exceeded made some heads turn after her.
They arrived in the main entertainment room, with dark floors, a long black marble bar, and many seating options. The ever-changing colorful disco lights from the garden color the room through the glass front that spread across the entire wall. The music was still loud, but it was very much possible to make a conversation at a reasonable volume. They waited by the bar until the family had caught up with them then started to scan the room for the birthday boy.
Emir Arslan, 30 years old, Son to a Turkish ambassador responsible for military, Kate recalled. About 1,90m tall, slim, darker skin, curly short hair, stubbles, dark brown eyes, objectively good looking and most likely surrounded by people wanting something from him. She continued her search as Nat's hand landed on her arm.
"Got him.", she quietly exclaimed. "Stay off to the side, keep an eye out- what the fuck are they doing?" The angry shock in her voice was clear as they both watched two security guards approaching the Asadis separating Daria and Maya from Kamran to guide them away.
"What's going on Hosseini?", Kate hissed in her earpiece and Natasha listened to the answer through hers. „They said that wives and children are staying in a separate compound. We could talk them into allowing them to stay in Kamran's room for the night. But for now, they're with the other women and kids."
"Not acceptable. Hosseini, stay by their side, Kate and I will look after Mr. Asadi.", Natasha order through Kate's earpiece, pretending to whisper something in her bodyguard's ear. The sudden proximity of their bodies was unexpected to Kate but she carried on as if it didn't matter to her to have such a gorgeous woman so close to her. Hosseini did as he was told and hurried after the two guards.
"Great now where did he go?", Natasha asked frustrated as she stepped away from Kate's body. Letting go of a little tension she had held for the time being so close. She looked around once more and found him again. "Stand off to the side. Only come closer if I wave you over and don't lose Kamran." Exchanging a nod, they parted ways. Kate stood by the wall opposing the window front, where other private guards were watching the room.
With a drink in her hand, Natasha sat down on a stiff couch by a modern fireplace off to Kate's right. It was the perfect position to get Emir's attention. She knew of her appearance and the effect it had on most men. And there it was, the first exchange of looks, a mysterious look from her side and she could watch the interest spark in his eyes. Their eyes separated and she looked over her other shoulder at Kate who was watching the target excusing himself from the group of people surrounding him. Kate nodded to herself knowing that Natasha saw her. Natasha turned back to the man and gave him a flirtatious smile as he came closer. He sat down on an armchair next to her and held out his hand. "Emir Aslan. A pleasure to meet you." His voice was soothing, and his demeanor was very charming. Natasha took his hand and shook it. Her hand was soft and his fingers long, with manicured nails. He probably didn't work a day in his life. A lighter spot on his left ring finger was visible under closer inspection. He had taken off his engagement ring for this party. A good sign for her. It was going to be a lot easier when his fiancé wasn't going to be around.
"Audrey and the pleasure is all mine", she answered with steady eye contact. Their hands stay together longer than they would in a normal handshake.
"And who's that woman watching us so closely?", he said leaning to his side to look past her at Kate.
"That's 14. My bodyguard.", she replied ignoring the joking tone in his voice.
"Oh, I know that. I have a few of them, too, and I asked them about your security. What I don't get, is why you would choose a woman for that. I bet you'd feel a lot saver with a man by your side.", he said implying several things at once that opposed every opinion Natasha had and yet she gave him a chuckle.
"Well, I don't know if you've heard of them but that woman is a Black Widow.", she lied and watched his eyes growing wide. "But I guess a man by my side tonight would be nice."
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Kate's POV:
She watched as her partner schmoozed her way into the target's head for an hour. She knew that it was the plan to do so, but it was strange to see her act so differently from the way she knew her and yet seem so natural like she became a different person. She tore her eyes off the two and checked for Karan's position. Still standing around in the same group of scientists. Nothing alerting to see there. She turned her head back to the area of the fireplace looking at the posture and movements of the people around as well as listening for any heated conversations, not that she could speak half of the different languages and dialects spoken in this room alone. Natasha had turned over her shoulder and given her a wave so she walked over to the couple.
"Give us the cigars.", she ordered and as expected sounded quite imperious doing so. She followed her given order and handed two out from the packet she had stored in her jacket. "And two new drinks, while you're at it." A nod, a look at the glasses and she walked off towards the bar.
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Nat's POV:
She had him close to where she wanted him to be. Close to letting her inside the private part of this mansion. Just a little bit more physical tension and some alone time and she would have him all tangled up.
"Hey, when the drinks are here, do you think we could go a pace where we can enjoy these two properly?", she asked suggestively putting her hand on up high his thigh. His eyes stayed on hers and he grinned.
"I'm sure we can find a spot that we can have all to ourselves." And so they did.
Up on his private balcony, they sat opposite each other in the loud garden below them. Natasha had let the slick green fabric of her dress slide off her legs, that now were showing right by the slits on both sides. The fabric in between covering her split legs right where he had put his leg. The smoke from the cigars flew away in little clouds as they let it go.
"So, you own this place, huh?", she asked looking at his chest that was partially showing where his buttons were undone.
"Yes, but this isn't my home. It's just for vacation or business. Mostly for fun.", he smiled at her looking over her body.
"And what would you say is fun to you?", Natasha asked still waiting for the right moment that this would evolve away from a conversation. Provoking it to do so.
"Parties and fast cars. Money and family. But mostly beautiful women like you. Today's the perfect birthday for me.", he replied letting his hand crawl up her thigh to the point where the fabric split.
"It's a shame I didn't bring you any gifts. I should've thought about that.", Natasha said guiding his hand to her hips as she scooted closer to the edge of her seat.
"Your presence is enough to make a man like me happy.", he said pressing his finger into her hip.
"Well, there is one thing I can give you.", she whispered and got up just to sit down on his lap. Seeing that he doesn't move away she flipped her hair over to kiss his neck. The stubbles of his beard were rough against her lips, and she could feel his heartbeat through his artery. His one hand grabbed her hip, the other pulled on her hair to lift her head. He pressed his lips onto hers and she reciprocated against her will. She pulled away a little out of breath and pushed his shoulders back. She could feel what had happened in his lap and she knew that the time had come. She pushed herself off him, took his hand, and lead him back inside towards his bed.
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Hi, everyone I got some time on my hands to write, so that's what I did.
Please, please, please, let me know what you think and if you want to see what happens right after the last sentence, 'cause I'm not sure if I should type that out or leave it up to the imagination
Anyway, hope you liked it :)
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