WARNING -- NSFW/SEXUAL INTERACTIONS
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CIA SAFEHOUSE E9, "DIE LANDEBAHN"
(Y/F/N) "Bell" (Y/L/N), (MI16, CIA, ETC.)
52.5200 N, 13.4050 E, West Berlin
March 1, 1981

☆☆☆☆ Bell/(Y/N)'s POV ☆☆☆☆
The amount of emotions I was feeling. Confusion, happiness? Guiltiness.. A bit of sadness, but also some relaxation in between. His sunglasses laid on my sinks counter with his zippo. He left his clothes on my toilet seat and had an already lit cigarette in his mouth. As if he couldn't live without one. I stripped and stepped into the tub. The water was hot, but not too hot. It was enough to keep you from getting cold. My feet became submerged in water. He turned to face the tub and stepped in behind me. The curtain pulled to the side and the water began pouring out of the head of the shower as his arm reached around me to change it. I shuddered under his touch as his hand came back to lay on my waist. His face dug into the crook of my neck. Hot breath hit my neck over and over again.
Cold, hot.
Inhale, exhale.
His body relaxed and he left kisses on my neck.

"You're very beautiful." He whispered in my ear, then continued kissing my neck.
I blushed. I had to. This absolute devil of a man, in many ways, thinks I'm beautiful.
Ugh...
I'm so trapped.
I took a deep, shaky breath and turned to face him. His expression changed. I couldn't read it, but I think it was good. I hope it was good. He quickly kissed me, before I could say anything. This time, it didn't feel as if he was aggressive out of lust. This one was slow and passionate. What is with him and his stupid mixed signals?

I've already gotten myself in a pickle.
Two men within the span of 2 weeks.
Wow..
We pulled apart for a breath and he slid his arm up and down my back.
"We shouldn't." He sighed. Seeing him like this was... different.. to say the least. This wasn't him. It wasn't Adler.
"But I want to." I finally spoke up.
"Well, to be honest Bell I also don't have a condom." He lightly chuckled, still rubbing my back.
"Okay then. Maybe we should just clean ourselves up then."
I'm sort of relieved. Although I did want it, I'm scared.
I'll be honest when I say I've never had sex.
I know a lot about it obviously, but I just have never done it with anyone. A few guys have tried to come onto me but I can't. I can't throw my first time away. No matter how bad I want it. It needs to be special.
I guess I got lost in thought, because cold soap slowly poured on the top of my head.

He scrubbed it into my scalp, very surprisingly, gently. I smiled at him and leaned in for a hug.
The soap ran down my face with the warm water. I closed my eyes and held my breath as the soap crossed my eyes, to my nose, and then my mouth. My hair slowly dripped out soap, and the water overtook it. I scrubbed the soap from my face and opened my eyes to see Adler staring right at me. There was nothing but absolute silence. Adler had been looking down. His face was red, and not from the heat of the water. His mouth had curled lightly as he bit onto his slightly quivering lip. I immediately frowned and grabbed his hands. "Is something wrong?" He locked eyes with me. Those eyes, filled with lust and passion just moments ago were dim, and overcome with sadness. His eyes reminded me of a raging ocean. He suddenly realized and quickly turned his head and covered the side of his face with his hand. "I'm sorry." His hand moved away from his face as I tugged his jaw to face me. This has just been a total rollercoaster today. "Why are you sorry?" I pulled him in for a hug and held his hand at our side. He melted into my grasp and it was as if the comfort just made it worse. He seemed as if he was going to have a panic attack. "Adler are you sure you're okay?"

I began to become more worried than I already was in the first place. "I don't know how to say any of this. My life is stale, my ex-wife was horrible, she did horrible things, and we got divorced, but I still loved her. I feel as if I'm filling the void in her place now. I feel almost numb, like I can't let anyone in. God, Bell this was years and years ago and it still sucks. And I can't even begin to start on everything else, I just-" My hand covered his mouth gently. "Hush, and just let this moment happen." I slowly slid down to the tub with him and we sat together. My back hit the tub and Adler laid across the front of me. He stared at the ceiling before closing his eyes. This man showed me many things today. Lust, passion, perhaps even some love, and his gushy, even sad, and vulnerable side. He has many different soft spots. My fingers ran through his hair as I played with it, and brushed it while he winded down. It took him a while, but he was able to calm down and fell asleep. I guess he didnt get much sleep. Well, it's not like I could get up and I don't want to disturb him. I pushed the shower curtain and peeked to the clock on my counter.
5:39 AM.
Did he come into my room at like 4 AM?

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Adler shuffled under my grasp and slowly peeled his eyes open. "Well good morning to you too." I giggled.
"What time is it?" Adler sat up and rubbed his eyes.
I peeked at my clock again.
"6:02." I moved my body and felt everything just immediately feel so much better from sitting still for so long. Adler yawned and rubbed his face. "How did you get the water off."
"With my lofa handle. I'm a master at these things, Adler."
He turned around to look at me.
"Bell."
"Yes?"
"I didn't think I'd be showering. So unfortunately, I don't have any extra clothes."

I stood up and stretched.
"I guess that means I'll be taking a trip to your room?"
"Yes." He stood up next to me and began to drain the water.
"Alright."
Water dropped from my body. I was cautious not to make too much noise. I stepped out of the tub and Adler stepped out next to me.
I felt a hand grab my waist and another pull me in for a quick kiss.
"I thought you wanted me to get you clothes." I smiled at him.
"I know, I'm sorry. You're just adorable, kid." He looked at me and grabbed for my towel on the rack.
One thing I forgot, was that we were totally naked.
Like, butt ass naked.
And Adler had no shame in it either apparently.
"Hey um, Adler?"
"Yes?"

"I've um.. never had sex. I also, have never touched a penis. Or even seen one in front of me." My face turned red and I turned away from him, wrapping myself in another towel that was on my rack. I played with my fingers as my face focused towards the floor next to me. Suddenly, I felt Adler pressing against my back. His hands slipped onto my waist after he took my towel back off. He pressed himself harder, and I could just feel it growing. "Is this okay?" His right hand slipped further down my stomach.

I nodded and closed my eyes, leaning the back of my head against his chest. He kissed my forehead. I opened my eyes to look at him, and he backed away. I became confused as he turned me around to look at him and grabbed my hand. "I'm sorry for getting worked up. I didn't mean to, I just-.. Haven't felt this way in a long time. I'm an old man, I don't do this shit anymore. You're different, Bell." I smiled at him meaningfully.
"I'm glad I can help you come through your shell a little bit." I swear, in that moment I caught him smile.
I took a deep breath as he continued to stay still behind me.

Definitely Adler's penis that I was feeling on my lower back.
Surely this is a dream and I fell asleep with Adler in the tub. I froze and looked at him. "Just calm down, Bell. Stand still. It's nothing to be afraid of." He reassured me. I slowly moved my hand around the area, feeling it all. I moved my hand up and down and even just would keep my hand in the same spot.

"Well aren't you happy to see me." I giggled. "You're touching it, Bell. There's no way that it won't be hard." He crossed his arms and pulled my hand off. "Follow me." He unlocked my bathroom door and dragged me out, closing the door behind us. "Lay on your back." He looked at me. "Why would I-"
"Just do it, please."
"Okay, fine."
I walked over to my bed and layed on my back, putting my blanket over my body. Adler laid next to me.
"You know, we're both laying here head to toe naked and- Ah!-"
I felt a warm tongue and hot breath hit against my core.

"Be quiet. More people are awake."
He dipped up for a break to talk, and back down. I guess I didn't feel him move, and shuffle down. Damn, he's good at this. My back arched and he held my hand. I furrowed my eyebrows. "Russell, p-please.."
He lifted up after a few minutes and I sighed, out of breath.
"How many times have you done that?" I began to catch up to my breath, my palm touching my chest.

"Not often. My ex-wife didn't like it. She was really the only person I've been super intimate with."
He lifted himself up off of my bed and turned to me
"Up." His finger motioned me out of my spot.
"You're demanding." I stared at him. He crossed his arms and stared at me.
"Fine, fine." I rose from my spot and he quickly stole it from me.
"Hey!"
"Just come sit in front of me."
I made my way in front of him, kneeling in between his legs. I sat on my legs and locked eyes with him.
"Go ahead." He ushered at himself.
I don't know what to do. I'm unexperienced! What does he expect me to do?

My parents were killed by Soviet soldiers at a young age. I was raised by a very strict old man who never let me see any boys. And I couldn't see them any other way than out of school. I loved him, but he did for damn sure keep tabs on me.
I giggled nervously and grasped the shaft with my hand.
"Not too hard, please."
"Sorry." I loosened my grip and took a deep breath.
My hand stroked up and down on his shaft.
"Spit on it." He grabbed my hand and stopped my motion.
"Uhm, excuse me?" I recoiled, knowing that I hate touching my own spit in the first place.
"You heard me." He growled lowly.

I sighed and spit on the tip, letting it drip down a bit before I rubbed it in and began with my motion again.
"This isn't bad for your first time." His voice changed as he complimented me. I smiled at him. The sun was peeking through my window, almost like it was spying on us. My hand was warm against my spit. At least one of us enjoyed it. He grabbed my arm and guided me in a different motion.
"And you were planning on doing this with Mason?" He snickered.
"Hey! Listen, maybe I'm not too good but I don't think he would've minded. He's a very nice man. You're more intimidating, it almost feels like you shouldn't be the one sitting here being so patient with me and nice to me." He pulled a fake frown and looked at me. "Come on now, I'm not, that intimidating."
I stopped my hand for a second to look back at him.
"Yeah, for sure, Mr. Scar, trapped behind those sunglasses and leather jackets." He rolled his eyes and let go of my arm.
"Very funny, Bell."

He propped himself up more and pulled me to sit on his lap.
I became silent and I think in that moment my face lost all color.
I was totally pale.
Nothing came to my mind.
It's not that I didn't trust Adler. After all, we have spent a week or so together in the same safehouse. He hasn't done anything to me then, and even now.
During my most vulernable time.
During our most vulnerable time.
I felt like I couldn't move. Not in a bad way, but as if I was frozen in time.
Our most intimate spots, against each other, very still.
Was I just begging for male validation and some attention?
Was Adler just here to get a quick fuck and dump, then forget about me?

He had such a moment in the shower that it'd be crazy to think such a thing.
My fingers interlocked with his, and in that moment I blocked everything else out. My chest leaned against his, as our lips locked once more before parting. I looked at the time and quickly shuffled up off of my bed. "Shouldn't you be going now?" My hands hit my dresser as I pulled out a new outfit to wear. He looked disappointed. Propping himself up and putting his sunglasses back on, he looked at me. "Naked?" Adler stood up and lit yet another cigarette. His zippo clicked, and echoed through my room. Well, fuck. A sigh escaped my mouth. I finished getting dressed and opened the door.

"Just.. stay here. And watch the door, make sure nobody comes in." Adler nodded and closed the door. I quietly tip toed out of my room and looked side to side. Swiftly, but still quietly, I ran to Adler's room. Shutting the door behind me, I took a deep breath and looked around. Immediately, I was slapped in the face with the scent of cigarettes, mint, and cologne. There was a decently sized bed, with a night stand next to one side, and another on the other side with a used ashtray, with used cigarettes in the ashtray. Cigarette ashes sprinkled on parts of the nightstand. On the other was a framed photo. My feet dragged me to the nightstand. Before I knew it, the photo frame was sitting in my hands. The dust wiped onto the floor as I smeared it with my hand. It looked to be Adler standing next to a beautiful woman. She looked young. But so did he. I'm assuming that would be his ex wife. It looked as if someone had ripped her off, but taped it back together.

Cologne sat next to the photo frame. The floor was made up of wooden planks, and the wall was super blank and boring. Very similar to my room. There was a window, but not like mine with the ledge. There was a trunk in front of his bed, and a closet instead of a dresser. I did a slow spin around, before turning to his closet and opening it up. Upon tossing those doors open, there was plenty to look at. I quickly grabbed some boxers and pants, along with a belt and a button up shirt. Since he already seemed to have that signature leather jacket that he always has. Snabbing a pair of socks, I quickly turned to fold everything together. The set pressed against my chest and stomach. The door creaked open and I stepped out, turning around and closing the door behind me.

"Oh, Bell. You're awake. It's pretty early, isn't it? It's about 7ish." My voice had to have sunken down into my throat because I was speechless. I quickly swapped Adler's clothes behind my back and smiled at Mason. "Hey Mason. Didn't expect to see you there." I swear to god I was sweating bullets. "Are you okay Bell? Looking a little pale there." I fake yawned and tried not to drop Adler's clothes. "Yup! Just feeling a little tired, perhaps it's because I just rolled out of bed?" I shrugged with a smile. "Ahhh. Okay, well, why'd you just step out of Adler's room?" I was at a loss for words. "Did you sleep in there?" he pretended to frown. "N-No! I was just checking for Adler! And I-" I was stuttering and stammering on my words and swore I was totally red.

"I'm just playin' with ya, Bell." He playfully pushed my arm and I let out a sigh of relief. "Well, If you'll excuse me I have a few pain in the asses to get to. See you down soon? Breakfast is ready and there's a nice steaming pot of coffee." He smiled at me. We locked eyes and I instinctively smiled back. "Sure. Sure thing, Mason..." I trailed off as he stepped away, coffee mug in hand.
Was I being a player?
Damn.
This time, checking and making sure I was in the clear, I ran back to my room and lightly tapped on the door. "Let me in." I whispered. Loud, but only loud enough for Adler and I to hear. The door creaked open and I slid through the crack, closing it behind me and handing him a set of clothes. "Glad to see you care about me." He slipped on his boxers and socks. "Oh come on, you and I both know that if I didn't do that, you'd be running ass naked from my room to yours. Doesn't sound so good, does it?"
I crossed my arms, watching him button his pants, and zip them.

He was so toned, and just so.. God damn fuckin' hot. I walked in a straight line towards him and hooked around his neck. "So? What was that? What are we going to do?" I questioned, looking at his abs. "I'm not sure. But we have to keep this professional, Bell. Not to say I didn't enjoy this, but I'm not sure that I'm looking for a relationship at this moment. And you're brand new. Don't wanna get laid off, do you? I can take more of a hit than you can. Job wise, at the very least. My position holds more. You're very beautiful, I will admit. But we can't keep this more than a sneaky pleasure seeking adventure once in a while. Especially with Mason hanging on your arm." I jokingly pouted. I understood. Romantically, I wasn't too into him. What he proposed was okay. I did like Mason, anyways. Quick fuck and run, right? But that wouldn't be fair to Mason. And I wanted my first to be special. He does seem to be latched onto his ex wife a bit. And professional is what seems to be the best move. We both don't want to get in trouble. It's especially not good for him. And not good for me, because apparently I'm super good for their line of work.

I unattatched myself from him and watched him pull his shirt over his strong arms, buttoning it up and fixing the collar. He looked over at me after stepping into his shoes, and smoothly slipped on his leather coat. He grabbed his zippo and cigarettes, picking up his dirty clothes and leaving the room without a word. Those sunglasses hid a lot. They were kind of like a parasite. I saw, felt, and heard more without them on. He's a mysterious, intimidating train wreck.
Maybe I can fix this.
There's always gotta be a solution.

-- A/N
sorry y'all, I've been busy lately. I haven't been able to work on everything that I'd like to. and this got steamy, and fast. (sorry it got so sexual so fast, I just wanted to spice it up because I plan on this story being long but I want to get super creative with it, my time management is horrible, etc.) but don't expect to have a full blown relationship with him just yet. this story is being written close to the cold war storyline, but the characters actually have emotions. he perhaps just fell into the wrong hands at the wrong time. he usually spends most of his time alone, so maybe the time that he was in his zone he fell into bells hands. or perhaps what he was doing with bell gave him some relationship ptsd. I don't know. you'll find out soon ;))
bye for noowww
love you all!!!!