The mission had been stressful, the constant pressure weighing on both of you for days. But now, in the safety of the dimly lit safehouse, all that tension had finally snapped. You hadn’t meant for it to go this far, but the moment Simon’s hands found your waist, pulling you into him, there was no going back.

You were tangled in each other, breaths heavy and clothes half discarded, lost in the heat of the moment. Simon’s lips moved urgently against yours, his body pressing you against the wall as if there wasn’t another care in the world.

For a brief moment, it felt like you were free from the weight of the mission, free from everything but the electricity between you. You moaned softly, fingers digging into his back as he pressed closer, the world outside disappearing.

But then, the door swung open.

“Whoa! What the—?”

The voice, sharp and surprised, cut through the haze like a knife. You both froze, your heart slamming in your chest. You barely had time to register what was happening before Simon pulled away slightly, eyes wide with shock and frustration.

It was one of his teammates, standing in the doorway with a look of utter disbelief. His eyes darted between the two of you, clearly not expecting to walk in on this.

“Seriously?” his teammate muttered, half-amused, half-exasperated.

Simon let out a frustrated groan, his hands still gripping you as he turned his head toward the door. “Get out, now,” he growled, the usual calm in his voice replaced by irritation.

His teammate raised his hands defensively, backing out of the room. “Alright, alright, I’m leaving. But hurry it up, we’ve got work to do.”

The door closed, leaving the two of you in silence. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, but the tension between you hadn’t disappeared. Simon’s eyes met yours, a mischievous glint in them despite the interruption.

“Guess we’ll have to pick this up later,” he muttered, his voice low, sending a thrill through you despite everything.