Tension...One thing to do

Miles continued licking Lillian's sweet and dripping wet pussy, their mixed juices sloshing around inside his mouth, some of it spilling back out onto Lillian. He groaned with pleasure as the taste of her filled his mouth. Her breathing slowed but stayed just as heavy. Finishing her pussy with a small barrage of intense tongue thrusts, Miles kissed his way up to Lillian's mouth, keeping some of her juices inside his mouth but still gulping down some for his own enjoyment. He planted a soft kiss on her when he reached her mouth, increasing each following kiss in intensity until their tongues found each other and her remaining juices spilled over into their joined mouths. Miles moaned approvingly into their kiss, reaching down to stroke her tender pussy softly while things slowed down. Their night of intense passion was, at least, coming to a tender loving intermission.

"That was great." Miles said, his words broken up by heavy gasps. He was beginning to tire from their intense love making, but he still had the will to go on until they both passed out. He looked at her eyes before kissing her again and saw that they were filled with a fire that he had never seen in them before. He smiled and continued kissing her, still hard and ready for another round of the intense stuff if either person had it in them. If not, he was content with just kissing and stroking each other until they became to exhausted to do much more than lay together.

With him swallowing most of her juices she laid there trying to recover but moaned in his kiss as she tasted herself and hims. Laying there with her trying to recover with him kissing here and there and caressing her form. With her curling up to him she kissed his throat softly as she didn't notice her cell phone had been going off as there were a few messages on it. "I think we should call it a night, Miles." She said with a smile as she looked at him with tired eyes. "I'll be lucky to move in the morning thanks to you." She said with a snicker but managed to kick the soiled blankets off the pulled the sheet over them as she assumed he'd be sleeping in her bed tonight.

Miles laughed. "I agree. If you need help getting up tomorrow, I'm available." he said jokingly, wrapping his arms around her. He had never felt anything like this in his life. It was definately something he wanted to keep. He hummed softly as they curled together in a tight embrace, happy to finally have had the night of his dreams with the girl of his dreams. He smiled as he began to drift into a well earned sleep, and was glad that went he woke up Lillian would be in his arms, rested and beautiful as she always was. This was a life he could get used to.

That night he dreamt about what the coming days, months, and years would be like with Lillian. They were dreams filled with joy and happiness, and intensely passionate sex. They were the dreams that made him happy to have finally broken down the wall between the two of them, and now he could enjoy the rewards of overcoming the barrier of their previous relationship.

She did fall to sleep in his arms with her in a deep sleep as if a bomb couldn't wake her. As she slept she actually held on to Miles as if afraid he'd be taken away from her. For once she opened up completely, not completely, to a man and he accepted her. With the moon setting in the west and hours went the sun was starting to rise. The sounds of the city seemed to pick up abit in which made her open her eyes.

Groaning as if she was hung over she hid her eyes in a warm flesh. Her eyes snapped opened as she sat up looking downn seeing Miles there in this content aura. So last night wasn't a dream, good. Smiling as she laid back down with her head on his shoulder and her leg draped over his own with her foot running along his inner calf. Though her phone went off with a loud viberate. Hoping to dear good Miles wouldn't wake at the sound she grabbed it and walked into the living room. "Oy?" She responded until she heard the language, Japanese. Sighing as she speak many languages perfectly. A skill her father nurtured on sending her all over the world on her Summer vacations.

Miles slept peacefully, unaware that Lillian had woken and her phone had rang. He lay still in his sleep, his dreams having faded and it now being deep but otherwise empty. It happened to him every so often. He would dream, often mediocre dreams that weren't worth remembering, and then he'd spend the last hour of his sleep in an black nothing until he woke up. He didn't mind though, as the time without the dreams passed quickly enough.

When he awoke, he heard the shower running. Smiling as he realized that Lillian must be in the shower, he got up and quietly entered the bathroom, anxious to spend more time with her in their new relationship. The bathroom was filled with steam when he made it in, and that made it easy to slide into the shower unnoticed. That is, until he put his arms around Lillian.

"Good morning, beautiful." Miles said, kissing her softly on her warm and wet neck. He was still exhausted from the previous night, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to enjoy all the benefits of being with Lillian.

The call was to smooth things over that her brother fucked up once more with the Japanese mob boss. Strangely they respected her than they did her brother. They joked her brother was an idiot or baka in their terms. Once things were patched she called her brother and told him she cleaned up his mess once more. Funny, he was older and was suppose to clean her messes not the other way around. Once it was all done she got her aching form into the shower where she allowed the hot water to wash over her body.

Sighing in relief until she felt a pair of arms wrapping around her. She screamed in shocck as she grabbed the arms only to hear Miles. "MILES!" She snapped his name out and playfully smacked his arm. "Don't you ever scare me like that again." She said laughing as she pressed back into him to show she loved his embrace. She knew he was trying to change his womanizing ways and she appericated his effort for the present time. "Got anything that needs washing? I know with the fights you get into that you do have a hell of a time getting the stains out." She caught him one day with cuts on his forearms and told her he was jumped and he was taking underground lessons, brutal lessons he hoped that will pay off.

"Not at the moment." Miles said. He did a pretty good job at keeping his real profession a secret from Lillian. He knew that if she ever found out he was a hired killer then she'd never be able to look at him the same. Although what he had told her was true because, in a sense, he did fight people for money. And he really was taking underground fighting lessons. He smiled a ran his hands down her sides, making her giggle. He kissed her neck again and help her with washing her hair.

"So how's your morning been?" Miles asked, knowing that she'd gotten out of bed before him. It seemed an innocent and boyfriend-ish question to ask, after all that went on last night. He rested his head on her shoulder and hummed quietly in the warmth of the shower and their embrace.

With him telling her no she just left it as that as she had other things to worry about. Would last night change them in a negative sense. How would her family, blood and crime related, take to the idea of Miles as he never told her his job. All that mattered he had a secured paycheck to pay for his half of the bills and food. True, she could pay for the whole deal but she didn't want to be overwhelmed and wanted the freedom to experiment with cooking.

"Oh, phone rang and the companies overseas were threatening to pull the account because my idiot brother couldn't handle a simple custom of theirs. So..Once more..." she rolled her fingers as if letting him finish the sentence in his own way as she vented to him about her brother maybe once, twice...or enough to give him the personality trait of the moron. With him helping to wash her back and hair, the hair she fought on bu the ended up winning as she nearly slipped but he seemed ot have the fast reflexes to catch her before she fell against the wall. Once she was soaped up she moved to where she rinsed off and helped him wash up then with him embracing her in the shower she leaned her head against his own, humming along with him.

Miles smiled as they stood together in the shower. He didn't ever want to know how his life would be without Lillian. The business with her brother made him laugh on the inside. The guy was always on the butt-end of one of Lillian's rant, and if it wasn't him it was her father, or someone else in the family who had some practice or ideology she didn't approve of. Miles didn't find Lillian bitchy in the least, but he definately knew that if she didn't vent then things at the apartment would become very bad very fast.

"So business as usual then?" Miles joked, pulling her into a tighter embrace before going to help her dry off. He kept telling himself that it was nice to be with someone he actually cared about, someone he wanted a future with. He smiled as Lillian stepped out of the shower and handed her a towel. Soon Miles would have to call in for work, which was something that he wasn't looking forward to. If he hadn't been forced into the assassin trade at such a youmg age, and shown such talent in it, he'd have left it behind him a long time ago. But until the day came when he could actually pull of a retirement job, he'd have to stick with being the swift hand of death until such a time arose for that to change. When he had dried, he turned and kissed Lillian before heading to the kitchen, stopping in his room to get dressed. When he was done, he offered to make breakfst for the two of them before he had to head out.

Lillian stood there nodding to him. "They are lucky I have a gift for knowing and absorbing languages and customs as if they were my own." She said with a smile. "Or they'd be in jail." Once more smiling as there was a few times in the middle where she held stuff in and took it out on Miles. He had to either yell at her what was her problem or let her fight it out. SHe was grateful she found someone who had no interest in her family just an interest on letting her not being so overwhelmed.

With her getting dried off she wrapped the towel around her body as she walked out to the kitchen seeing him dressed. "How you beat me in getting dressed I'll never know." She teased as she stuck her tongue out at him. "Nah, todays another day off so I figured wash clothes and go shopping for food." She said as she moved kissing his cheek. "Go on before they call asking me where you're at." She teased as they never called her or anyone on his side did. Smiling as she walked back to her room where she dried off and dressed in jean shorts, red t-shirt with her sneakers on. There she stripped hr bed clean with her sticky blanket she tossed them and her clothes in a mesh laundry bag.

Miles smiled and headed out the door to what was known in his circle as "The Office". It was really just a rundown building that no one paid attention to anymore. It was old, unimportant, but most of all strategically maintained to look recently abandoned. He frowned as he approached, not wanting to remember how many lives have been cut short thanks to the people he works for.

"Miles! Good to see you again." The doorman said. He was a decent enough fellow, often disguised as a poor man sitting outside The Office. Miles had known him since he started getting contracts from here, and the man has never appeared to get older as the years go by. It gave Miles the creeps. Shaking it off, Miles proceeded to his handler for this months marks. He always got an average of three a month, which was more than enough to keep up on his share of expenses at the apartment. He entered his handler's office and sat down across from him, waiting for the same manila folder that always contained the information pertaining to his marks.

"Only two this month?" Miles asked, trying to sound disappointed. Truth be told, Miles preferred less killing because it meant less blood on his hands.

"Yeah, but wait'll you get a load of the second one." Jason, his handler, said. He lit a cigar and turned to stare out of his concealed window, watching birds fly through the sky. Miles didn't really like Jason. He thought the man took to much joy in his career. Miles flipped through the folder, scanning the files for the relevant information before he could do a detailed scan at home. One wanted information from the target before he was to be killed, the other wanted it to look accidental. They were simple enough, although Miles hadn't had to do an info grab in quite some time. The payout was what got him though. The "accidental" was worth $2.5 million, ten fold of his normal pay.

"Jason, I'd hug you if I thought you were huggable." Miles said, putting the folder in his briefcase. He nodded at Jason before heading down to the basement to warm up for this months marks. Most could only handle one or two, but Miles usual had anywhere from three to five marks thanks his skill.

After finishing that days workout, Miles went back to Jason and collected his deposit for the jobs. He only every had to charge ten percent, and today that was almost too much money. When his money was stowed away Miles made his way back to the apartment, already glad he'd get to see Lillian. He stopped and wondered what she was up to. Regardless, Miles looked at his watch and saw that he's been gone long enough for him to have a legitimate job. He walked in to the sound and smell of cooking food.

"What for dinner?" he called, his stomach already beginning to rumble.

With him gone first Lillian made a list of things they needed and took off in her small car. Though she felt something was off today. Maybe she was sore from last night. It took her most of the time to get the things washed and shopped for food. It took her years to get rid of her father's escorts but once in awhile she'd notice someone was watching her. They weren't the normal type of men who just stared at her. Their eyes held something darker in their hues.

Once everything was done she was in the kitchen just about to get dinner done when Miles walked in. "Hey, homemade pizza with hand tossed salad...for someone like me." she said with a smile as she pulled the pizza out and placed it on the stove top. Looking over at him as she noticed his skin was bit red. Walking over as she could smell bit of sweat. "Let me guess while on break you went for a run?" She asked with a smirk as she grabbed his jacket forcing it down at his elbows, not going him a chance as she bit at his neck. His sweaty scent was different from the over powering cologne or heavy scented body washes.

"Yeah, something like that." Miles said in response to Lillian, being caught off guard by her sudden-yet-welcome affection at him getting home. He threw his jacket onto the couch and kissed Lillian intensely, happy to see her after a long day at The Office.

"I missed you today." he said, resting his head against hers. He chuckled lightly before giving her another kiss, this one softer than the last. He put his hands on her waist and gave her a smile, glad to be home. Miles could smell the pizza, although it mixed with her scent and made him hungry in more than one sense of the word. He sat down on the couch, pulled her with him into a tight embrace, ending it with another intense kiss.

"How's your day been, sweetheart?" Miles asked her, actually wanting to know instead of just making small talk.

With him kissign her back she moaned softly in the kiss. Though with him pulling back to the couch then pulled her down with him. She laughed softly as she curled up to him as she shifted her hips in his lap as he asked about her day. "It was a long day. Though something was odd. Wherever I went I felt like I was being watched. If you say its men checking me out I'm going to correct you on it. I noticed one man and his eyes were dark." She didn't want to say where she learned about the eyes of a killer. Funny thing is Miles' knew how to keep his eyes alive.