You and Tangerine had been married for a long while now which obviously meant that you knew of his and his brother Lemons assassin career, you didn't mind honestly Tangerine's dangerous aura is what drew you to him quite a bit, it was oddly attractive.

Everything had been fine with Tangerine and Lemons assassin's career until the shit show that was the Bullet Train in Tokyo, a seemingly simple job, retrieve The White Death's son and the ten million dollars and deliver both assets to The White Deaths assassin's in Kyoto...clearly not because the entire thing was a set up for Tangerine, Lemon and a few other assassin's but the key thing is that Tangerine had almost died on that train.

How he survived was a shock to you. He had taken a bullet to the neck after all, which now left a nasty scar, but you were grateful nonetheless. Ever since then however, the assassin seemed a bit more shaken up when it came to contracts, he would over think every little thing when one was offered to him and he didn't like to talk about what happened much but Lemon had filled you in on everything anyway so luckily that provided some context.

With how much more antsy Tangerine had been lately, however, you decided to treat him and Lemon alike to a holiday. You had the money, of course, but you thought the getaway would ease Tangerine up a bit.

And so just like that, here you were in the boiling Spanish heat. You had booked a very fancy hotel for you, Tangerine and Lemon, with you and Tang sharing a room whilst Lemon had his own but, more importantly, yours and Tangerines balcony had come with its own personal pool.

It was around 9PM and still decently light outside, but Lemon had decided to call it a night, leaving just you and Tangetine together.

Tangerine leaned his back on the pool ledge, looking at ease for what was the first time in months, his arms were thrown back onto the pools ledge, his usually well kept slick-backed locs now messy and curly, the water covering him up to just below his pecs and nothing but a speedo covering him.

"Fuckin' hell, this heat is making me almost miss London...it's so fuckin' hot."

The Brit groaned, his body glistening with sweat, beading on his body and dripping down his forehead slightly.

"You know, you're not leaving much to the imagination by wearing that speedo are you Tang?"

you commented from the otherside of the pool. He rolled his eyes in response, trying to act annoyed, but you could see his moustache twitching slightly, the corners of his lips tilting up into a slight smirk.

"Oh shut the fuck up."

The assassin muttered, hiding his amusement in his voice as he tossed his head back slightly.