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[Dean Walker]

Dean's grin widened into a full-on wolfish smirk as Katarine kicked off her second boot, the playful fire in his stormy gray eyes sparking brighter. "Oh, I'm definitely loving this," he said, his voice low and teasing. He leaned forward slightly, propping his chin on his hand as he watched her shuffle the cards.

"But now I've got to ask… which piece comes off next if I win another round?" His brow arched with amusement, his tone as mischievous as ever.

"Socks don't count."

The game continued, and Dean played his hand with confidence, leaning back in his chair as he revealed his cards. His smirk faltered when Katarine laid her hand down with a flourish — a perfect hand, effortlessly trumping his.

He let out a long, exaggerated sigh, running a hand through his dark hair. "You've got to be kidding me," he muttered, though his grin crept back almost instantly.

"Alright, Mrs. Smith," he said, leaning forward with mock resignation. "Your move. Ask your question, or..." He gestured to himself with a sweep of his hand, his stormy gray eyes twinkling with humor. "Pick a piece of clothing to come off. The choice is yours."

The playful tension crackled in the air between them as he waited, clearly enjoying himself despite the loss.

Katarine Ryiah
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[Kitty Kat]

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[Dean Walker]

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Katarine Ryiah
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[Dean Walker]

Dean's smugness deepened when Katarine narrowed her eyes at him, the challenging spark in her gaze only fueling his amusement.

But then she made her demand.

When the words left her lips — "I'll be taking those pants then, Mr. Smith" — Dean's stormy gray eyes widened slightly, and a faint flush crept up the back of his neck. For the briefest moment, he looked caught off guard, but then, of course, his grin returned, sharper and more mischievous than ever.

"Well," he said smoothly, leaning back in his chair with an air of mock innocence, "You know what you like to see." He gave her a teasing wink, his tone carrying just enough heat to try and turn the tables on her, making her blush.

Then, standing up with deliberate slowness, Dean reached for the waistband of his pants. His gaze never left hers as he slipped his thumbs beneath the fabric and began pulling them down, revealing toned legs and snug, dark boxer briefs beneath. With the same casual cool, he folded his pants and tossed them to the side before glancing down at her, his grin firmly in place.

"Hope you're enjoying the view, Mrs. Smith," he murmured, lowering himself back into his chair slowly, the intensity of his gaze daring her to look away.

The game continued, and Katarine's expression shifted as she glanced at her cards. She grimaced. Dean leaned forward with a laugh, eager to reveal his own hand — only to immediately falter. His cards were even worse than hers.

"Fuck," he groaned, dragging a hand down his face while Katarine smirked in triumph, "You're not using the Force are you?" he asked with a grin.

"Go on," he said with mock resignation, spreading his arms out like he was surrendering to his fate. "Ask away, Mrs. Smith."

Katarine Ryiah
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[Kitty Kat]

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[Dean Walker]

Dean's stormy gray eyes widened slightly at Katarine's teasing whistle, the faintest blush creeping up his neck, but he didn't look away. Her laughter, light and full of mischief, only fueled his smirk, even as he feigned indignation at her jab.

"I hope you don't investigate as badly as you play cards, or you might get us both killed."

"Ouch," he replied, clutching his chest dramatically like her words were a mortal blow. "Now that's just mean, Mrs. Smith."

But when she leaned forward, her grin wicked and her voice low as she asked her next question — "How are you hoping this game is going to end?" — Dean's playful demeanor shifted. The blush on his cheeks deepened as her words hung in the air, the tension between them sparking like a live wire.

He held her gaze for a moment, his smirk faltering just enough to show her the crack in his armor. Finally, he let out a slow breath, running a hand through his dark hair in a gesture that was as much to steady himself as it was to stall.

"Honestly?" he asked, his voice lower now, laced with something far more serious than their usual banter. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table, and his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that left no room for misinterpretation.

"With you up against that wall," he said, his voice smooth but edged with raw honesty, "and have those lips of yours for me to claim."

For a moment, the words just hung there, heavy with unspoken desire. Dean's smirk returned, softer this time but no less daring, as he leaned back in his chair and spread his arms slightly in mock surrender. He knew this admission likely meant the end of the game one way or another, but her reaction would determine what he'd do next.

What they'd do next.

Katarine Ryiah
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[Kitty Kat]

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[Dean Walker]

Dean watched as Katarine stood and walked to the window, her back to him, the soft glow of the setting sun casting a faint red hue across her silhouette. Her teasing words still hung in the air, but he could sense the tension beneath them, the guarded uncertainty that matched the heat burning inside him.

She was deflecting, using wit as a shield, but he wasn't about to let her retreat now. Not when the air between them was crackling with something far deeper than the playful banter they'd been trading all evening.

Without saying a word, Dean stood and crossed the room, his bare feet silent against the carpet. His stormy gray eyes stayed locked on her, studying the way she gripped the edge of the windowsill, her body tense but radiating warmth.

When he reached her, he gently wrapped a hand around the back of her neck, his touch firm but careful. The moment she felt his presence, she stiffened, but he didn't let go. He turned her around, their eyes locking once more. This time, there was no room for pretense, no playful jabs to hide behind.

Dean pulled her close, his free hand slipping around her waist, and leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that was deep and unrelenting. He pressed her back gently but firmly against the window, the cool glass a stark contrast to the heat between them. For a moment, the world outside — the mission, the mark, the endless chaos of the galaxy — melted away.

When the kiss finally broke, Dean stayed close, his forehead almost resting against hers as he caught his breath. Slowly, he reached up and brushed a strand of hair from her flushed face, his stormy gaze softening as a small, knowing smile tugged at his lips.

"It's okay," he murmured, his voice low but steady. "Whatever you're feeling, it's okay."

It was only then, as the intensity of the moment began to subside, that Dean realized one critical detail. He was still standing there, pantsless, in his boxer briefs. The thought hit him like a cold splash of water, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Katarine Ryiah
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[Kitty Kat]

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[Dean Walker]

Dean caught the flicker of light out of the corner of his eye just as Katarine turned to look, her attention drawn to the office across the street. The sudden shift in focus was like a bucket of cold water over the fire between them, though the simmering heat hadn't quite faded entirely.

Her green eyes met his again, and her soft smile carried a mix of humor and hope.

"To be continued…?"

Dean's smirk returned, softer this time, with a hint of sincerity in his stormy gray eyes. He nodded, his voice low but full of promise. "To be continued."

Then, with a quick glance down at his bare legs and boxer briefs, he muttered, "But first…" He turned and darted toward the pile of discarded clothes, scooping up his pants and pulling them on in record time. He buttoned them up with a chuckle, shaking his head as he glanced back at her.

"Can't exactly bug an office looking like this," he quipped, flashing her a grin as he grabbed his belt and looped it through.

Straightening, Dean walked back to her side and nodded toward the office building. "Let's get this done. But after?" His smirk softened as he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping just enough to let the weight of his words linger. "We're definitely picking up where we left off." He flashed her a wink and looked into her eyes for one last, long moment.

With that, he gestured toward the door, his demeanor shifting back into business mode, though the teasing glint in his eyes suggested he hadn't forgotten a single second of what just happened. "Shall we, Mrs. Smith?"

Katarine Ryiah
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[Kitty Kat]

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[Dean Walker]

Dean stepped out of the hotel lobby alongside Katarine, the brisk Zeltros air brushing against them. Her hand was still laced with his, and the warmth of her fingers sent a faint flicker of heat up his arm. They played the role of the honeymoon couple flawlessly, their body language speaking of intimacy and shared laughter — even if there was more truth to it than either might admit.

As they strolled along the street, Dean's eyes scanned their surroundings. The city's vibrant nightlife was in full swing, its neon lights casting colorful reflections on the polished streets. Zeltros was alive, buzzing with energy and pheromones that threatened to dull their focus if they weren't careful.

He glanced over at Katarine, her leather jacket fitting snugly over her frame, her green eyes sharp and alert despite her casual demeanor. They were on a mission, and no matter what spark had ignited between them, both knew better than to let it distract them when it mattered most.

Then he saw it. Her datapad buzzed softly in her purse. She had a message from someone.

It was Valery.

So, how's the room?

Unaware of the text, Dean moved forward and led the way. As they turned into the alley, Dean's tone shifted into business mode. "Alright, we've got a job to do. I'll handle the lock. Once we're inside, we'll need to move fast and quiet. If there's any tech to disable, that's on me. The bugs are yours."

He paused at the door, pulling out a small lockpicking device from his pocket. "Ready to work some magic, Mrs. Smith?" he asked, his voice soft but carrying the same playful undertone as before. The game might be on hold, but the connection between them hadn't faded. If anything, it was stronger.

At least, his feelings were getting harder to contain.

Katarine Ryiah
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[Kitty Kat]

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[Dean Walker]

Dean worked quickly and methodically, his lockpicking device whirring softly as he focused on the task. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Katarine glancing down at her datapad again, the faint glow illuminating her smirk before she tucked it back into her purse. He arched a brow, his curiosity piqued.

"Another message from the boss?" he asked lightly, though his tone carried a playful edge.

The lock clicked, and Dean grinned as he tucked the device back into his jacket. "And… we're in," he murmured, pulling the door open just enough to peek inside. He glanced back at her, his gray eyes locking onto her emerald ones. "Stay close, Mrs. Smith. I'd hate for us to lose our honeymoon cover this early," he teased before stepping inside.

As they entered the darkened office, Katarine's datapad buzzed one final time. The screen lit up with a simple message:

Go easy on him~

Dean noticed the faint buzz and her quick glance at the text, but he didn't ask this time. Instead, he pressed forward, leading them deeper into the quiet building. The air was heavy with the scent of polished wood and stale office equipment, and their boots barely made a sound against the carpeted floor.

He stopped at the first desk, his sharp eyes scanning the room for any security measures. Satisfied that it was clear, he gestured toward Katarine and whispered, "This spot look good for planting the first bug?"

Katarine Ryiah
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[Kitty Kat]

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[Dean Walker]

Dean smirked as Katarine showed him the display, his sharp eyes scanning the screen to confirm the mic was live. But her earlier comment finally registered, and he raised an eyebrow, tilting his head with mock offense.

"Take it easy on me?" he repeated, his tone dripping with exaggerated disbelief, "Should be the other way around, if anything."

He straightened up, giving the room one last glance to ensure everything was as they found it. Satisfied, he gestured toward the door, his demeanor slipping back into business mode. "Alright, one down. Now let's get to his office. That's where the real intel will be."

Dean moved ahead, his steps light and deliberate as they navigated the quiet building. The air felt tense, the kind of stillness that could crackle with danger at any moment. As they approached the next hallway, he paused, holding out a hand to stop Katarine.

"Hold up," he whispered, his sharp eyes spotting a faint flicker of red light reflecting off the wall ahead. A motion sensor. "Looks like we've got some security to deal with."

He reached into his jacket, pulling out a small device — a jammer — with a grin. "Good thing I always come prepared." Dean knelt down and began to adjust the settings, his focus sharp as he worked to disable the sensor. After a moment, the red light flickered and faded, leaving the hallway clear.

He straightened and gestured forward. "After you, Mrs. Smith. Let's go see what Mr. Bigshot's hiding in his office." His tone was light, but the tension in his posture betrayed his readiness for anything. They were getting closer to the heart of the operation, and Dean knew the stakes were only going to get higher.

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[Kitty Kat]

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[Dean Walker]

Dean barely had a second to process Katarine's warning before he heard the faint shuffling of footsteps approaching the office. Without a word, his instincts kicked in, and he reached for her hand. The cleaning lady's mumbling grew louder, sending a jolt of urgency through him.

"This way," he whispered sharply, pulling Katarine toward a small broom closet tucked into the corner of the office. The door creaked faintly as he eased it open, and they slipped inside just as the adjacent door swung open.

The space was cramped — cramped enough that Dean could feel Katarine's warmth against him. His back pressed to the wall, and she was so close that he could see the flicker of green in her eyes even in the dim light filtering through the slits of the closet door. He swallowed hard, acutely aware of how close they were. Her faint scent reached him, mingling with the chemical tang of cleaning supplies, and his pulse quickened despite himself.

Outside, the cleaning woman's muttering continued as she began moving things around in the secretary's suite. Dean glanced at Katarine, his heart hammering in his chest. He wasn't sure if it was the tension of their proximity or the risk of getting caught, but every nerve in his body was on high alert.

"Guess this wasn't in the plan," he murmured softly, his voice just above a whisper. His attempt at humor was thinly veiled — more for his own benefit than anything else. He shifted slightly, trying to give her a little more space, but it was impossible in the tight quarters.

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[Kitty Kat]

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[Dean Walker]

Dean stayed as still as humanly possible, every muscle in his body tense as Katarine pressed against him. The warmth radiating from her and the faint scent of her perfume — or maybe it was just her — only made his heart pound harder in his chest. He swallowed, forcing himself not to shift too much, though every little movement only seemed to remind him of just how close they were.

When she whispered and smiled up at him, his lips twitched into a faint smirk. "Can't argue with that," he murmured, his voice low enough that it was barely audible over the cleaning lady's movements in the next room.

Dean kept his gaze flicking between the crack in the door and Katarine's eyes, his mind doing its best to focus on the mission instead of their proximity. When the cleaning woman's muttering finally receded and the sound of her footsteps disappeared down the hall, he exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

The moment stretched for half a beat before Dean carefully pushed the door open and stepped out into the office, glancing back at Katarine as she followed. His trademark smirk returned, his gray eyes glinting with humor. "Very exciting," he said, his tone light but laced with something he couldn't quite suppress.

Then reality snapped back into focus, and he cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to shake off the tension. "So, uh, where were we?" he asked, his voice a little rougher than usual as he avoided looking at her for a moment.

Katarine Ryiah
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