It may have been a successful enough mission for our intel-gathering, but the lead INL Officer was pissed about me insisting on bringing out the coyote and refugees from the forest while keeping all the data with me to keep the helicopter there waiting.

In fact, I had to personally brief this greasy-haired, pot-bellied, beady-eyed, prick who could talk to me in a condescending tone. I had no doubt in my mind if the intel had been handed over, we would have been shot and left there.

'Insurance. ..... Rivera, I owe you a beer man.'

"Well then. No offense,...Sir. It sounds like maybe I did the right thing. In fact, it sounds like, if you'd received the intel you needed, my team and I could have been left there. I didn't realize that the rest of my teams' lives were so expendable."

"It's not like the coyote is not useful to you. Now, you can get human trafficking routes and other information from him. The refugees now, if you don't want to handle the paperwork, send it to my office and release them to my custody for transport to the states and I'll take care of it." I retorted to his derogatory aggressive response to my briefing.

"Do I need to inform your director of your attitude, Agent Sin?" He looked at me arrogantly his blood pressure evidently rising but handed over the refugee paperwork for to me to handle. He thought he was showing off his power but all I saw was the ignorant buffoon with an ego trip going on when he had no idea who I was.

'oh, this is going to be fun.....'

"Please do, he loves hearing all about these interactions." Total straight face as the man behind the desk made sounds like a fuse is crackling to his head.

"I Could Have Your Badge, AGENT." His face is redder than a cherry and I swear he's about to start smoking out his ears.

"Please do TRY Sir, I love your confidence and would hate to hear later that you didn't give it your all. Now, have a good day, my office will be getting in touch with you soon, I'm sure."

I turned and walked out and started a mental countdown..... 

'5..4...3...2...1...'

"FUCKING BITCH!"

'Aahhhh' 

The grin on my face is priceless as I walk past the refugees in handcuffs motioning for them to follow me out to the van. They climb in and I pull the door closed and hop in the front seat. We're backing out as the pissed-off INL Officer comes storming out of the doors with his phone up to his ear.

"Do we go back?" Rivera who's driving asks me quizzically.

"No, he just needs to vent some steam." I roll my window down as we start to drive to the airport.

I yell out, "Bless your heart darling!" Watching his rage fit in the parking lot.

"That man needs to get laid or a vacation." Rivera looks in confusion at the scene in the mirror.

"Sadly, I don't think that would help, not in his case. Napoleon syndrome is hard to control."

Hawthorne cracks up in the back and we all have a good chuckle.

.....Back in San Diego...

"Wait he actually threatened that he'd take your badge?!" The Head Director is talking to me in his office outraged at the way the INL officer treated me and my team. "I mean I knew something happened when the Jr. Council office called but all he said was, 'Please tell Sin that she needs to be courteous to others especially when working in other countries. She's the one who chose to stay an agent and not join the council, if we can be civil with these assholes, so can she.' But this guy tried to belittle you and threaten you with your badge! Just because you are referred to as 'Agent' he thought that's all you were? " He did a deep belly laugh and slapped his knee.

"Yes, sir, I told him 'please try, I love your confidence and would hate to hear if you hadn't'. I thought he was going to self-combust he got so red in the face. Oh, I loved it."

"I can't believe that Rivera and Hawthorne had to bribe the pilots to stay. We'll reimburse you of course and I'll give the jr councils office a call back saying I've talked to you about your 'justified attitude' and inform them on having to bribe the man's pilots to stay for a Senior Officer, one with more years of service then that man has alive. It's disgraceful of INL." He shakes his head knowing that it's ridiculous jumping through these ridiculous bureaucratic hoops, but he has my back on this.

The door to his office opened and his secretary asked if it was alright to bring in some files. She received a nod and brought them forward.

"Reports are back on the two Syrian refugees. Their stories check out and they just need to apply for the temporary work visas for now. They have been accepted as laborers at a local company and have shared lodging until a later date. They have agreed to take these English language courses for at least 8 months, and then the U.S. courses on everything they need to know before they can test and register for permanent citizenship." She hands us both a file, his is original and mine is the copy with extras for the refugees.

"Thank you, Linda." I smile as she leaves. 

"Well, sir, I'll leave you be and go take these to Nizar and Elias downstairs. I'll see you in two weeks if not before." 

I leave the office and meet with the refugees and hand them the paperwork as the interpreter sits down with them to explain everything and I give them my office card and let them know, any one of my team members will help them if a problem occurs. They thank me again and I merely nod in acknowledgment smiling as I leave.

I'm out of the office and into my car as quickly as I can be. It's been 4 days since we got back from the Darien Gap and I've been so busy with doing my briefing and going over the intel we collected from our surveillance mission I've barely had time to relax.

It's two weeks before John and I have our day, and we need some R&R before that happens.

First though since we were still moving John's stuff into my place and we have to finish a few things with his. We wanted to get his place cleaned, painted, and staged for the realtor to come to take pictures and hand a set of keys over for open houses. Hopefully, while we're on our honeymoon, the house will get sold and its one less thing we have to think about.

I pull up and push the code for the gate and drive on up into the garage. I notice there are more boxes in the garage. He came back two days before I did, so he's had some free time after his time overseas.

I walk inside taking my shoes and socks off and call out, "John, I'm home." 

No response.

'Weird'

I don't hear him walking around either. 

"John?"

Immediately I'm pulling my .40 out from its holster under my right arm. I go upstairs quietly checking my surroundings.

Nothing seems out of place and as I get up to our room...

I see his clothes sorted into piles all over the place and him passed out on the bed.

I shake my head and secure my gun.

Walking over to the bed, I crawl upon it and lay down next to him. Spooning him with a firm grip around his waist and kiss his neck gently. I use my breath to tickle his senses and he awakens sharply.

"Hey baby, did you miss me." I whisper.

"MMMM...Hmmm." He mumbles sleep trying to take him back over.

"You're slacking on your duties around here, sleeping on the job."

He rolls onto his back to stretch and I use the opportunity. I swing my leg over him and rub his chest with my hands. 

'Oh, I missed touching this firm and well-sculpted man.'

His eyes flutter open and a smile appears on his lips.

"Are you trying to seduce me, Officer Sin? I dare say it's working if you are." He stretched again and I can tell he's standing at attention.

I laugh, leaning over to kiss him and caress his face.

"I missed you." I whispered into his ear, lightly kissing the lobe and caressing the sensitive skin there with my warm breath.

His sudden intake of breath made me nuzzle his nape, peppering it kisses and grazing my teeth gently across the taut surface of the skin.

He shivered, goosebumps forming across his skin as he gripped my hips on top of him.

I pulled my head back and got up from on top of him.

I took my holster off and put it in my hiding spot shelf and started to remove my clothes slowly for him starting with each button of my shirt. 

Seductively I toss it and start to remove my slacks turning to look at him over my shoulder as they hit the floor.

I removed my bra, one arm at a time, turning around to let it drop on the floor with a padded thud, so he can not see anything.

Still, with my back to him, I look over my shoulder and wink with a little kiss. 

He just laughs at my cute little antics. 

Lastly, it's my underwears' turn. With a rocking motion, my hips start dancing and shaking.

I work them down over my hips, then tossing them over his head as he just smiles at me.

"I'm going to go hop in the shower." I say sweetly like I didn't tease him just now and head to the bathroom. 

I hear his gasp of disbelief as I walk in.

I'm in the shower when John comes in, the sleep in his eyes replaced by lust and he comes up close to me as if to kiss me.

My lips part in anticipation as he hovers over my lips with his, practically breathing in each other's air.

He takes my cheek in his hand and rubs his thumb across my bottom lip staring intently. He rubs it again, back the direction he came and I gently suck it as it goes. His eyes dilate at the sight.

He closes the gap and our lips crush together, my arms encircling his neck, pulling him closer to me. I can feel his erection pressed hard against my stomach and I reach down to grab and rub on him.

He moans kissing me deeper and moves a hand to my breast. Our lips part as he holds my breast, cupping it and pulling it up to bring the nipple to his mouth as he bends down. He gently sucks and nibbles it massaging it as he does so. My body awakening with anticipation for him.

When he comes back up for a kiss, I avoid it to kneel and take him into my mouth, letting him feel the warmth and wetness of my tongue as I start to work it. He pulls me up quickly and kisses me pressing me against the wall.

"I missed you too." He rasps out, moving a hand down between my legs and caressing my lips to part them. He slides a finger in between and rubs across my clit, my eyes fluttering in anticipation.

He kisses me deep and circles my clit with his careful slow touch. I push myself against his hand's administrations and he speeds up. I start to moan against his kiss when he stops and pulls away and gets out of the shower.

"I'm going to finish unpacking and putting stuff away." He says wrapping a towel around his waist with a big shit-eating grin.

"ASSHOLE!" I yell as he laughs walking away.

He yells right back, "NO OFFENSE SIR, JUST DOING UNTO OTHERS AS THEY DO TO ME!"

I awkwardly smile a little embarrassed, frustrated, and also applauding this man's retaliation and willpower to do so. 

I finish my shower and dry off.

He's hanging up clothes listening to one of the saved playlists on the house's audio systems as I stroll out into the closet and get underwear and the sexiest outfit I can find.

I slowly pull on each piece of the set of lacy underwear and bra making sure everything fits just right. I attach the garter belt to the thigh-high hose I just pulled on.

Turning to the mirror checking to make sure it's straight before slipping into a little black dress that goes just to the middle of my thighs, barely below the garter clips.

I grab a clip for my hair and twist my hair up and clip it in place. My hair now has cascading ringlets forming in different spots that I couldn't recreate even if I wanted to.

I pulled on my knee-high, stiletto boots and stroll into the bathroom to put mascara on with a little chapstick.

I stroll out of the bathroom and John is laying on the bed sideways propped up on an elbow, smiling at me as he' forgotten about putting things away and is enjoying the show.

I smile right back and grab my purse, "I'm going out for the evening." 

Walking right out of the room and down the hall.

"Oh really?" John, he says loudly in disbelief as he springs up and chases me down the hall before he swoops me up over his shoulder making me squeal.

"John!"

He slaps my ass firmly that is only covered by my lace panties and the garter straps.

"Hey!" I exclaim indignantly at the firm slap.

...Even though I liked it.

"You're not going anywhere dressed like that without me." 

He smacks my cheeks again making me struggle a bit but he's got a good grip on me as he turns into the room.

"Hmmph." I grunt as he slaps me again, my rear getting tender now.

"I also don't like your attitude." He slaps each cheek a few times, as I gasp in a mixture of pleasure and pain. 

I can imagine that my cheeks are both a nice red patch of welts.

He stops in front of the mirror and admires his handy work and I twist and catch a glimpse.

...

'Oh my.' 

A lovely shade of red and pink welts can be seen and slowly they start to fade away too.

.....

He tosses me onto the bed and quickly grabs me by my waist to keep me from moving. 

He makes a guttural sound and I know he can tell he's holding himself back at the sight of my evident arousal as he begins to smack my cheeks again to replace the ones that have disappeared.

"Now are you going to behave and not tease me like that?" He smacks me again this time a lot harder as I yelp in surprise and pain.

I smile as I respond, "No offense, SIR. You tease me like that just by being in the same room as me. So who should really be getting punished right now?" I try to look over my shoulder at him with difficulty.

He lets go of me and I twist to look at his face.

Stepping back with his arms open in mock defeat he grins, "Touche."