In loco parentis
Title: In loco parentis
Date posted: 03-13-08
Fandom: Alias
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm just perving them up.
Spoilers: Nothing, really.
Notes: alias500's challenge of a pervy information broker. I can't stand that I wrote this. Special thanks to
non_horation for the idea.
Nadia had originally felt pride at this assignment. Jack had specifically requested her to accompany him to Caracas, which could be attributed solely to her knowledge of the city, but she had chosen to read more into it: he had accepted her as an agent, as a person, as someone separate from her parents and her past.
"His predilections are... extreme," Jack had said on their way to the broker's hotel room. Nadia wasn't quite sure what he was warning her of. She imagined a ridiculous man, greasy and tanned orange, wearing something ridiculous, like a satin zebra-striped robe. She'd bitten back her giggles, the situation becoming more ludicrous as ride had continued, adding a pet monkey and a crystal-covered piano.
Assante was every bit as ridiculous as she had pictured, with a great, rolling voice and a thick gold cross. His information, though, was second to none. He had handed them great goblets of wine, his crimson shirt falling open to reveal an oiled chest, and Nadia had feigned taking a sip as she glanced around. Nothing horrifying or eccentric, just a large bed with a canopy and an adjacent bathroom. Jack was glancing at the information gathered by Assante and his team, speaking quietly.
"Whenever you're ready," Assante had said easily, and with a flash of his teeth he smiled, "I'm looking forward to this."
Nadia had realized instantly what this meant for no reason other than gut instinct; the wave of nausea had been almost at once overwhelmed by a shameful rush of lust. Without looking to Jack she had put the chalice down, shaking her hair loose. As she lifted her shirt over her head, Jack had turned to undress himself. "You should help," Assante protested, and Nadia slid a bra strap off her shoulder.
"If you want this," she purred, "you'll be a good, quiet boy."
Assante had kept his mouth shut until they had moved to the bed, her leg crooked around Jack's back with her heel on his spine. The charm of her anklet gleamed. As he lowered his mouth to hers, his eyes shut, Assante murmured, "Always wanted to see a father and daughter."
Date posted: 03-13-08
Fandom: Alias
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm just perving them up.
Spoilers: Nothing, really.
Notes: alias500's challenge of a pervy information broker. I can't stand that I wrote this. Special thanks to
non_horation for the idea.
Nadia had originally felt pride at this assignment. Jack had specifically requested her to accompany him to Caracas, which could be attributed solely to her knowledge of the city, but she had chosen to read more into it: he had accepted her as an agent, as a person, as someone separate from her parents and her past.
"His predilections are... extreme," Jack had said on their way to the broker's hotel room. Nadia wasn't quite sure what he was warning her of. She imagined a ridiculous man, greasy and tanned orange, wearing something ridiculous, like a satin zebra-striped robe. She'd bitten back her giggles, the situation becoming more ludicrous as ride had continued, adding a pet monkey and a crystal-covered piano.
Assante was every bit as ridiculous as she had pictured, with a great, rolling voice and a thick gold cross. His information, though, was second to none. He had handed them great goblets of wine, his crimson shirt falling open to reveal an oiled chest, and Nadia had feigned taking a sip as she glanced around. Nothing horrifying or eccentric, just a large bed with a canopy and an adjacent bathroom. Jack was glancing at the information gathered by Assante and his team, speaking quietly.
"Whenever you're ready," Assante had said easily, and with a flash of his teeth he smiled, "I'm looking forward to this."
Nadia had realized instantly what this meant for no reason other than gut instinct; the wave of nausea had been almost at once overwhelmed by a shameful rush of lust. Without looking to Jack she had put the chalice down, shaking her hair loose. As she lifted her shirt over her head, Jack had turned to undress himself. "You should help," Assante protested, and Nadia slid a bra strap off her shoulder.
"If you want this," she purred, "you'll be a good, quiet boy."
Assante had kept his mouth shut until they had moved to the bed, her leg crooked around Jack's back with her heel on his spine. The charm of her anklet gleamed. As he lowered his mouth to hers, his eyes shut, Assante murmured, "Always wanted to see a father and daughter."