"Paige" (inspired by the FX tv series "The Americans")

Denise Taylor, with Renee Beeman

FBI Training Center
Washington DC


Denise caught sight of Renee coming her way. She quickly diverted her eyes, hoping the other woman wasn't specifically looking for her. But Renee's smile and wave told Denise she was caught. She looked back to the trainee again. She returned a meek smile and nodded her head.

As soon as they were close to one another, the trainer pulled the trainee aside. She whispered, "About last night..."

Denise hesitated as people passed by. Still whispering, she lied, "Listen, I don't usually do that. That wasn't me. I, I was drunk."

She chuckled nervously, adding, "Hell, I don't even remember any of it. Was it--"

Again, she paused as people passed by. Even lower, she asked, "Did I really do both of those guys. You know, at the same time?"
 
Anna and Connor at their motel room:

"Did you watch the recording?" Connor asked about the secret recording of what had happened between him and the two women.

Anna hesitated, wondering whether she should tell him she had or not. Should I tell him I masturbated to it? she also wondered. She feared she might blush and stood to cross over to the dresser, placing the coffee and breakfast there. When she was sure her face wouldn't give her away, she turned back. "Yes. I watched it."

"Did we get what we needed?" he asked.

Again, Anna hesitated. What they had could be very embarrassing to the Assistant Senior Agent in Charge, Emily Mathers. More importantly, it could be very damaging to her career. The real question, though, was whether or not she would betray the Bureau and, in extension, her country to keep what they had on ice.

"Yes, I think we did," Anna said. "Mathers won't want anyone in the FBI to see this. We might be able to use it against her." She took the cup of coffee and a donut to Connor, continuing, "We need to speak to Oleg Burov, and Mathers has the ability to make that happen. If we're lucky..."

She let the thought go as she handed the breakfast items to the man. She smiled sheepishly, asking, "I don't mean to sound inappropriate, but ... I'd love to see your ass?" She chuckled, clarifying, "I just want to put more Neosporin on and change the bandages."
 
Connor, with Anna at their motel room:

"Yes, I think we did," Anna said about whether or not they'd gotten what they needed on the recording. She talked about Mathers and what she wouldn't want learned at the FBI. "We need to speak to Oleg Burov, and Mathers has the ability to make that happen. If we're lucky..."

She paused. Connor continued the thought, "If we're lucky, we can learn what he was doing in the US. We know he was here to make contact with an agent from Directorate S, don't we? Someone who was on one side or the other of the whole getting rid of Putin issue. The Faction."

He listened to Anna's response. He drank coffee and chewed on an apple fritter.

She jokingly told him, "I'd love to see your ass?"

Connor laughed. "I bet you would. I imagine it's extremely attractive right now.

Anna chuckled. "I just want to put more Neosporin on and change the bandages."
He easily sucked down the rest of the less-than-hot coffee. He set the cup aside, stuffed more fritter into his mouth, and laid down atop the bed. He was still naked, of course. He laid there in silence as Anna carefully stripped off the bandages over his fingernail wounds. The antibiotic was cold upon his warm butt as it came out of the tube.

Anna's fingers were warm, though. She gently rubbed circles of the thick gel where needed. Connor suddenly realized that he was getting a stiffy between his body and the bedding. He tried to suppress his smile. He failed. He turned his head away from Anna.
 
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