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A One-time Job - Vol 2 || Marc Spector x Reader || Steven Grant & Reader

Vol 1

Summary: Marc finally calls you after two months, only to drag you into another adventure among Cairo's sands

Warnings: none, just Steven in an attempt to be funny

Word count: circa 6900

Pairing: Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant & Reader

Authors: Fenrir & Cass

A/N:  we have a non-linear story here that will kinda initally not follow the plot of the show until we deem otherwise - due to this fact we inform that Marc does not have a romantic connection to Layla. Also, red italics indicate Khonshu, green italics indicate Steven speaking within Marc’s mind

He was reluctant to call you, but he wanted to hear your voice again.

Marc wasn't sure how you would react to his call since it had been almost two months since your adventure. Since then, he hasn't contacted you; first, he didn't know what to tell you or how to act after your affair, and second because he didn't want to cause any more problems for you.

With his flipphone pressed to his ear, he waited for you to answer the call.

Currently, you were hanging from a harness that prevented you from falling to your death. While it wasn't comfortable, it hugged you well enough so you felt safe.

Apparently, one of your friends found a temple hidden deep in the caves, so you had to check it out.

As you focused on the descent, you twitched, scared by the sudden sound of your phone.

After pulling the rope to stop it, you reached into your pocket to look at the screen. Marc's name appeared on the screen. "Well well well! Look who has finally called me! How are you, handsome? Are you stepping on someone's toes once again or did you miss me?"

As he said, "Hi, Y/N," Marc was hesitant at first. "I missed you long enough, so I decided to take the first step since you didn't seem to be reaching out. Are you in Cairo?"

You casually swung your legs, saying, "Um... Nope. I'm currently hanging pretty high up in a cave. I think there are some hard rocks under me. It doesn't seem that dark there. Why? Do you need help robbing another tomb or even the pyramid itself?"

"If you're able to meet me next week at the same bar in Cairo, I'll tell you everything."

You huffed and then looked down. While discovering some ancient temple hidden in a deep cave would be fun, seeking an adventure in Cairo with MARC would be even more enjoyable and warmer. "Oh, sweetie! If you ask me nicely, I can get there as soon as possible."

Laughing softly, he cleared his throat. "Y/N, I'd like to meet up next week at our bar. In addition, I missed your scent."

"Oh, my, oh my, this sounds like a nice invite, and I'm pleased to hear we have our own bar. It's settled then! We'll meet up in OUR bar next week. I can't wait to see you."

"Thank you and please be careful in the cave. I'd rather have you whole, not just a piece."

Marc smirked proudly at his reflection in the mirror after he hung up. "Good job, man."

"Shall I remind you that Layla is also interested in you?" Steven asked mentally, but Marc just shrugged.

Placed the phone back in your pocket, you giggled and pulled at the rope. "Ey! I need to get up now! Get me up!"

There was no time to waste so you simply dumped your current working partner. 

Before you grabbed your backpack and left, you instructed the team what to do, so you weren't such a bad friend.

It was wonderful to return to Cairo.

You decided to rest since you still had a few days before meeting with Marc.

After preparing your stuff, you spent most of the night in bed reading and smoking.

You were eager to see Marc again on the day of the meeting.

You kept playing with your scarf around your neck as you walked to the bar. Suddenly, excitement turned into stress.

He had already smoked a few cigarettes, which turned out to be a bad idea - his stomach was twitching and he was feeling a little nauseous.

Order yourself some whiskey, it'll help, Khonshu advised, but Marc almost immediately regretted listening to God again. Still, he downed two more glasses and waited impatiently for you to arrive.

After taking a deep breath, you nodded to yourself and decided to walk in.

Finally, you spotted his messy hair after looking around.

Seeing as he sat with his back to you, you took advantage of the opportunity. Your palms covered his eyes as you sneaked up behind him. "Guess who?”

He placed his hands on top of yours. "I guess she's a young, beautiful woman who likes to sneak on older men."

Your hands slipped off his eyes so you could fully wrap them around his neck. You nodded, nuzzling his cheek. "You're right, sweetie. Glad to see you again." After kissing his cheek, you took a seat in the chair next to him.

"Long time no see." He smiled brightly at you and reached out to caress your cheek with his palm. "Can girls get even prettier?" he asked.

Chuckling, you leaned into his touch, rolling your eyes a little. You're still a sweet talker, huh?"

As he gently touched the lower side of your cheek, almost on the jawline, feeling a scar under his fingers, he said, "Yes. You like adventures, and you also got a souvenir. What happened?"

You suddenly turned red, not expecting him to find that scar. You shrugged nervously. "Nothing too serious, little fight."

He warned softly, "Don't hide things from me. I know I've pulled you away from your second expedition, but I finally had the manuscripts translated. It's about the Anubis statue we discovered. There's a hidden tomb. His tomb. Near Giza."

Laughing, you moved your chair a little closer to him, clearly interested. "What's the plan? Are we going to get shot or is this a clean job?"

Marc replied, moving both hands through his locks to take them back, "I'm afraid option number one is preferable."

Groaning, you rested your forehead against his shoulder. Having a calm trip with him would be nice, but apparently, he enjoyed trouble more than you did. "You're a troublemaker, huh? Then why are you here?"

"Artifact. It's supposed to be hidden in the tomb."

"Cool, cool and what will you do with it? Would you consider yourself a private collector? Or do you sell those things?

"Let's say I'm a collector. Once you come to my house you'll be able to see my collection."

"That would be nice since I invited you last time," you patted his shoulder. It already sounded interesting. "So, you know how I am doing. How about you? What were you up to when I was gone? How's Steven?"

"We're looking for someone who has been successful at translation apparently. Steven? Steven is doing well. He has been in charge for the last two weeks since we returned to London. He works at the museum there."

You nodded, "So you collect stuff and he works in the museum?". "I hope he took good care of you then."

"Bravo. You're lying to the girl you like. Are you insane or does that idiot have too much influence over you, Spector?" Khonshu's tone showed his disappointment.

Marc smiled at you, grabbing your palm and saying, "Well, it's more complicated than that. He did take care of him. Or rather, I did."

"Well, I am glad to hear it. I just hope he wasn't too mad at me for waking up in my bed. To be honest, I was worried he would have a heart attack." You gently squeezed his plan. "I'm glad you called."

He pointed to his chest and smiled a little. "Don't worry about heart attacks of any kind. This heart is strong enough to survive," he said. "I missed you terribly."

I missed you a lot and I was also worried, but since you didn't call, I figured I wasn't needed at the moment." You shrugged. "I left my job to help you as soon as possible."

Then Marc leaned forward and stole a kiss from you while looking deeply into your eyes.

As you returned the kiss, you squeezed his hand even harder without realizing it.

As he pulled away, you sighed deeply. "I think this was the part I missed the most."

Marc was about to confess his feelings for you and admit that he had a crush on you when his hand aimed him a hard slap, hard enough to leave a mark on his cheek. "Crap!" Marc exclaimed.

Steven reminded him, "Layla, she also likes you, Marc, so hold your horses."

As you looked around, you made sure no one was watching. It wasn't like you knew him very well, but you never expected something like this. "Is there a problem?" You asked, raising your eyebrows.

Marc hissed a little angrily, mumbling something under his breath. "No."

"I have a feeling you're lying to me, but I'll pretend I do." You kissed the cheek he had just been slapped on. "Maybe we should start planning our next expedition?"

"I'll take you to my place. It's not a flat but a hotel room, but I think you won't mind, will you?"

"I don't mind at all, Marc. Lead the way, we have big plans to accomplish." You said, shivering with excitement.

He stayed in a hotel with a view of the desert. In spite of the fact that it was the middle of the night, you could hear the beetles singing in the distance.

The room had a large bed, a small bathroom, and a balcony.

"Well, Well, Well. I see you like a large bed." As you removed your shoes and jacket, you couldn't help but tease him a bit more. You immediately stepped out onto the balcony.

Upon reaching the balcony, Marc wrapped his arm instinctively around your waist, his face leaned down as he nuzzled into your nape.

"I see you really missed me." Your hands clasped around his waist as you whimpered.

He nuzzled your neck and nodded. "So much. You can't imagine how much."

"It would be nice if you could call me earlier," you smiled and stroked his hair. "But I am here right now."

"I didn't want to put you in another bind."

You turned your head to look at him, giggling. "You didn't so I did it myself. I wouldn't mind some trouble with you, Marc."

While brushing his bearded face against your skin, he shifted a strand of your hair from your neck so he could kiss you there, focusing on his pulsepoint.

"Marc..." You whispered, trying not to moan for him.

Your jawline was kissed as he tightened the hug he was giving you.

"You're such a tease." You growled before making him kiss you.

He couldn't stop himself from feeling hotter and hotter with every second of the kiss. As he pressed your back more against the balcony railing, his strong palms gripped your hips.

You let out a hum, sitting comfortably on the railing. You wrapped your arms around his neck for safety.

You were held down by his arm, which was wrapped around your waist. Marc moved his kisses to the side of your neck again when the kiss was broken, almost moaning. "I love the scent of you."

When he kissed you, you giggled, running your hand through his hair. As you moved your soft hands under his shirt, you were able to touch him. "I would like to find out how soft this big bed is, handsome."

He kissed you once again, making sure you wrapped your legs tightly around his hips before picking you up; one hand under your ass, the other resting on your back as he carried you back to the room and placed you gently on the bed.

As you wrapped your legs around his waist, you joked, "So comfy, I wonder if it's durable."

He pinned you down easily, stealing another kiss from you while his hands slipped under your shirt; he groaned at the softness of your skin under his fingertips.

You moaned into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of his touch. You definitely waited too long for that. You were stupid not to have called him earlier, even if it was just to say hello. "Marc... I missed you so much." You whispered against his lips.

Marc kept on kissing you, slipping his tongue past your lips from time to time; his one hand slipped into your hair and he tugged on it gently to expose your neck where he sucked on your pulse point, leaving a visible hickey.

"Fuck!" You shouted for him loudly, not caring whether anyone heard you.

You strode his cheeks when he pulled away and smiled. “As much as I would love to be fucked in the mattress, I just want to be held. Can we... Just cuddle?"

Marc looked down at you, his eyes glistening with lust, but he nodded and rolled to his back, right next to you. “Surely.”

You placed a kiss on his cheek and moved to his neck before looking at him as you hummed. You nuzzled him before whispering into his ear, "Don't worry. I can't wait to feel that cock stretch my cunt."

His voice was barely audible as he spoke, "I regret not calling you sooner. What a fool I've been."

You giggled, blushing. "I wanted to call, but I didn't want to look desperate. Then I waited for your call."

"Kind of the same applies to me," he told you, playing with a strand of loose hair.

This made you laugh. "Apparently we are smart enough to find and raid a tomb but we aren't the best when it came to relationships of any kind."

Marc closed his eyes and agreed. He felt safe and secure in your presence as if all of his demons would have vanished in a flash.

Your head rested on his shoulder as you kissed his cheek. "Marc, where have you been these two months?"

"I had to return to London for a few weeks... Why are you asking?"

You traced a random pattern on his chest with your hand. "I just wondered where you were every evening."

"It looked like my doll was jealous as she thought she might have held some other woman in my arms," Marc teased.

Trying to conceal your blush, you nuzzled his neck. "This, too..."

"Is that so, my cute doll?" He caught your chin in two of his fingers and forced you to look him in the eyes.

Trying to not look him in the eyes, you nodded. "Yes..."

"Look at that, my little doll has grown jealous of me."

Growling, you looked him right in the eyes and nodded. "Yes. Yes, I was worried and jealous that you were busy with other ladies while I waited like an idiot."

"Just so you know, there was no other woman held in these arms. No other lips were kissed, no other curves were caressed by these hands."

You looked at him surprised but smiled and hugged him tightly. "The same is here. I traveled a little, yet I couldn't bring myself to touch, kiss, or sleep with another man. I was just thinking about you and your touch."

Marc closed his eyes, smiling a bit to himself. "I think I have a massive crush on you but on the other hand I'm a tad scared of what you'll think about me when you know the entire truth."

"I am also smitten with you," You said quietly. What is the whole truth then?"

Marc sat up and gently pushed you off his chest.

You sat up as well after he did. "Marc, I am fine. Nothing has changed. I met Steven, and I don't think less of you."

He swallowed a breath as his voice hung. "Steven isn't everything," he said.

"You can't get rid of me that easily, whatever it is," you assured him, rubbing his back.

"Several years ago, I nearly committed suicide in front of Khonshu's statue... Khonshu is the Egyptian God of the Moon. He offered me another chance to live as his avatar. My story sounds ridiculous but it's true," Marc explained slowly, trying to avoid your gaze.

As you stared at him, you asked, "I know who Khonshu is, but I have never heard of such a thing. Aren't gods just stories people made up to have something to believe in and explain things they cannot?"

Khonshu appeared next to the bed, looking pity on you. In a deep tone, he roared, "Girl has no idea what she's talking about. I am the true justice for the wrongdoers!"

Marc exhaled a sigh. "He just stated that he is the true justice."

With an eyebrow raised, you looked around before looking back at him. "He is here? Now?"

Marc pointed at the place where Khonshu stood. "Yes, he is over there."

"Marc. I don't see anything," You sighed. "So, you said you are his avatar. What does that mean?"

"Well, it's complicated. Avatars are supposed to be gods' guides on Earth and carry out their wishes without drawing attention to themselves."

"Are you his puppet then?"

"What a splendid summary she provided us with, worm," Khonshu let out a soft chuckle.

Marc rolled his eyes and flopped back on the bed. "Sort of."

"He isn't hurting you, right?" You asked, moving closer to him. "That's why you are looking for the tombs? Is Khonshu the reason?"

Not necessarily tombs, but those who commit crimes. Stealing ancient artifacts is part of that. It may sound bizarre, but Harrow got his hands on something very valuable. I am now tracking him and his men down to plan a final attack."

"I hope your god-friend won't snatch my head off," you said as you moved behind him to place his head on your lap. "Let me verify if I understand correctly - you are a vigilante in the hands of an Egyptian God of the Moon, beating up bad guys?

Marc laughed softly with his eyes closed. "No matter how ridiculous it sounds, it is what it is."

You ran your fingers through his hair gently. "Indeed, this sounds ridiculous, but we live in a world where there are real superheroes."

"Don't think I'm as fancy as Iron Man or Captain America." Marc chuckled.

Khonshu poked Marc with his cane. "Thanks to me, you are far better than them."

"Oh, c'mon! Don't kill my hopes for a billionaire or a handsome World War II soldier!” You joked and laughed, ruffling his hair. “Sincerely, I admit that this is quite a lot to take in, but I don't think any less of you. You seem to strive to do good things. That's important. Can I help somehow?”

"Oh, yes, she can. In case you get killed, I'll know where to get a new avatar from," Khonshu said before vanishing.

"Oh my God, he's a pain in the ass, I swear," Marc whined and rolled his head more to look into your eyes. "No idea how you could help, but it would be useful if you keep yourself outta any unnecessary trouble."

"Staying away from unnecessary issues will be hard when you're by my side, so I won't follow," you said, rolling your eyes as you kissed his forehead. "I'll do my best to help."

"Aren't you afraid? Scared? Anything?"

As you shook your head, you bounced a little in your seat. I'm not. It sounds nuts but at the same time, it sounds so exciting! Egyptian gods are actually real, and they use ordinary people as their avatars to be somehow present among us."

Marc cocked his brows as he studied your face. "You seem fascinated. I'm glad you aren't taking me, or should I say us, for some weirdo."

"Because it is fascinating! We've been taught our whole lives there is one God and to believe all old beliefs are just stories, but here you are telling me all of that," You said, looking right at him. "How can I not be thrilled?"

Marc rubbed your cheek with his hand, replying, "You're so cute. Little and brave, not scared of anything."

"Should I be offended that you call me 'little'?" You nuzzled his hand. "I am glad you crushed my scooter. I had a chance to meet you."

He smiled. "But look at you, you're little. That's the fact. Little and cute."

Growling playfully, you kissed his forehead again. "You don't sleep much, do you?"

"It's hard, you know? Because I can't be sure I'll wake up in my own body."

Nodding you moved away and started to remove your clothes until you sat just in your underwear. "Don't look at me like this. I won't sleep in my clothes."

He rolled to his side and rested head on his hand propped on the elbow. "Look at that. You're so fucking sexy."

"I know and thank you, but now jump out of the clutches. Time for some sleep. I will guard you.'' 

Marc removed his shirt and pants, staying in fitted, black boxers. He laid by your side, outstretching his arm for you.

You nuzzled to him, pulling the thin cover over both of you. "Comfy?”

"Yes." He replied softly, closing his eyes.

You were never a fan of getting up in the morning. Even at home, you loved to sleep, but the warm sun and noises outside didn't help you sleep.

Your body stretched as you let out a little sigh and opened your eyes. 

The only thing you hoped for was that this Morning with Marc would be different from the first.

His breath was slow and steady as he slept on his belly, face nuzzled to the pillow.

There was no doubt that this was a much more pleasant sight. It looked as though he had gotten some sleep. Following a few minutes of watching him, you moved closer and kissed him on the head.

As Marc turned slightly to the side, his body twitched a little and a soft groan escaped his lips.

"Morning," you whispered, smiling softly. "Slept well?"

"Hey, gorgeous. Yeah, but I wouldn't mind a few more minutes. My head is killing me."

Nodding, you kissed his forehead. "Sure, take your time. I will go to my place and grab some stuff. We still need to find that tomb."

He nodded his head, not bothering himself to open his eyes.

You covered him, and got ready to get your stuff.

The process of gathering things back at home was exciting. You couldn't believe that Marc was back in your life. The things he told you last night sounded stupid but somehow you believed all of this and wanted to help as much as possible.

After collecting your stuff and gear, you headed back to Marc's hotel.

On your way there you visited the local market to find your friend and possibly get some info.

Your research with Marc was great fun; it got more and more exciting every time you two got closer to anything.

Eventually, the two of you found the tomb's possible location. The only thing left was to go there and check it out.

Before you secured the rope, Marc reminded you to be careful.

As you asked, "Are you worried, sweetie?" with a cheeky smile, you jumped down the opening, leaving Marc on top.

"Yes." Marc soon joined you down, using the very same rope you used.

As you untied the rope and turned on the flashlight, you concluded, "Well, that was fun." Glancing around, you felt the excitement building. "Do you see this, Marc?!”

Hieroglyphs covered every wall. You had no idea what they were saying, but the simple sight of them made you jump.

There were boot prints in the sand under your feet, leading further into the darkness of the tomb. "I see that, too." He pointed to the sand under your feet.

"And I was hoping for a quiet adventure with you, but troubles seem to love to follow you... Or be somewhere before you," you sighed and looked at him. "We should be careful."

The man followed the footprints on the sand, ordering you to turn out the flashlight.

It would be easier if there was an open space like last time," you whispered, staying close to Marc. "Do we have any plan?”

"Yes. If it gets heated on, you stay behind and don't try to play a hero."

"You think I will just leave you if it gets heated? You crazy?" You frowned. "Maybe we can sneak past them?"

"Stay here." He ordered, the tone of his voice changed.

The only thing Marc had to protect himself was his hands as he stepped into yet another huge chamber. In trying to circle the group of men who were setting up equipment there, he stepped on an old vase that cracked, attracting everyone's attention. "Fuck." Marc cursed. 

Moments later, his skin turned as pale as his eyes and he knew he was clocking out.

You hid in your hiding place. Again. Just like last time, you simply observed and sneered when he cracked the vase, but things quickly got interesting.

Marc told you to stay, and despite knowing he would be mad, you slipped into the chamber anyway to do at least a little bit of good.

Marc's appearance changed; soon, a ceremonial suit of white armor given by Khonshu to his avatar appeared on Marc and he immediately attacked enemies.

You probably would have just watched him since everything became so interesting. However, to be a bit more useful you got rid of a few baddies, aiming more at their legs to lower your kill count.

Marc, holding a curved dagger in the shape of a moon and removing his hood, glared back at you when the terrain was cleared of goons.

As you waved from behind your cover, you smiled awkwardly. "Sweetie, you're looking great! You're a badass even, I would say."

Marc, despite knowing Khonshu won't approve, made a little turn to show you his entire outfit, spreading the cape a little. "Say hi to the Moon Knight."

After looking around one more time, you left your cover and approached the man.

"I am just speechless." You couldn't help but gently touch the golden moon on his chest. Your touch was so soft that you were basically doing it with your fingertips only. Your palm moved to touch the 'fabric' on his arm as you asked, "So, what exactly is that? Some kind of magical power? An ancient robe? An armor?"

"It's the ceremonial suit of armor, Khonshu granted it to me."

As you grabbed his hand to take a closer look, you said, "This is really beautiful. You look scary, but not for me. They feel like bandages, but they are not!"

Marc looked down at you as soon as the hood and mask that covered his face disappeared. "You're fangirling."

You squeaked, piling into your place. "Can you blame me? Look at what you're wearing and WHO gave you this! A ceremonial suit of armor from the ancient Egyptian God of the Moon! And I see no scratch on you... Is... Is it healing you?!"

"That's one of its advantages." He nodded and stepped aside, looking carefully around before crouching down and picking up the golden scarab. "The Scarab of Ammit will show us the way to Ammit's tomb."

Suddenly, Marc's outfit changed into a plain, white business man attire. Steven waved at you cheerfully, saying, "Oh! Where am I? Oh! Y/N! Hiya!" You could hear a thick, British accent of Steven's.

As you looked at him, you gasped and jumped again in your place.

The first thing you did upon greeting Steven was to look at his suit, touching the collar of the jacket. "I can't believe it! This suits different people. For Marc, it's a full armor, and for us, it's a suit. You look great, Steven."

He tried to show off his biceps. "Innit? Classy, fancy yet sharp, and dangerous! Just like me!"

As sharp as a pocket knife, eh?" You laughed. "It's just amazing how well it adapts to each of you. Khonshu, if you're here, I just wanted to let you know that you are a fucking genius with that thing."

"Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, my name is Steven with a v!" He sang in a happy tone, rocking his hips from left to right. "Of course it's sharp!"

Khonshu appeared right next to you and poked you a little with his cane. "Of course I am. You see, idiots? She knows how to be polite and grateful."

You laughed softly and stumbled a bit. As you suspected, it was caused by Khonshu. "Okay! Let's get back to reality. Steven?"

When you called him, Steven was making sure his suit was not stained with blood. "Yeah?"

Marc and I came to this tomb to find the thing you're holding. Marc told me it's the Scarab of Ammit, a look at what was happening here before you joined," you clapped your hands, shrugging, before pointing to the way you two came. "We should go."

"I sense a better way. Come!" Steven grabbed you by hand and pulled you further behind him into the tomb. 

You were shocked and let him lead you, curious as to what he sensed.

Soon, the two of you headed through long, narrow corridors, until you reached a wall. "Khonshu, do your magic trick!" Steven asked.

The God appeared behind you, poked his staff on the wall and it opened, revealing a narrow passage leading outside, into the desert.

Your mouth was wide open as you watched the stone blocks move. As you spent more and more time with them, things got crazier and crazier. "That's Harry Potter level shit."

"I like Harry Potter. And Avatar. Good films." Steven replied and extended his gloved hand to you. "Shall we?"

After accepting his hand, you followed him outside the tomb.

Steven's heart skipped a beat and he screamed internally when you grabbed him by the hand. Even though he wasn't happy with you stealing Marc from Layla, he realised how much he liked you.

Taking a glance at Steven with a smile, you were glad he didn't act hostile towards you. The fact that Marc liked you didn't mean Steven would be nice to you, but thank God he was.

"I think we should leave before someone finds us here. We can talk more about stuff back at the hotel. You can drive, right?"

“Ah, Marc, you've got this." A blink of an eye later, the white suit had disappeared and Marc stood in front of you in his regular clothing. "He doesn't have a driver's licence." He explained shortly.

"Ah, I like that suit." You whined, hugging Marc tightly while pretending to be disappointed.

"Come on."

Spector took you back to the hotel he rented the room in.

Your first move upon entering was to take the Scarab from Marc and sit at the closest table to take a closer look at the item. "So what does it do? Is it some kind of odd device that opens something? It calls for all the aliens that built the pyramids?”

Marc poked your ribs with a chuckle. "No, silly. I told you it was like a compass."

"Can I have a question?”

As he flipped over on the bed, he nodded. "I think that yes, you can have one."

"Khonshu is a god and he sees lots of things. I can't understand why you scurry about looking for magical compasses, manuscripts, and bad guys when he should just point and say 'go there, worm!', right?" You exclaimed, pretending to be Khonshu.

Marc propped himself up on elbows with a mischievous grin. "He doesn't know everything, and without his avatar, he wouldn't be able to find and defeat Ammit."

Khonshu appeared from nowhere on the balcony. "She should be more authentic if she wants to imitate me. Pathetic."

Getting into fangirl mode again, you jumped off the table and hopped onto Marc's bed. "What about other gods? Are they here as well? Do they have people as their avatars? Do they walk among us?

He responded as if it was the most obvious thing, "Yes, they do."

You chuckled softly, pushing his shoulder gently. "Don't say it like it's an obvious thing. I didn't believe in any of them until yesterday." You explained. "Have you met them? What are they like? Whom have you met?"

"Shhh. Easy. Except for Khonshu, I haven't met any of them, so far."

As you smiled, you looked down at the scarab that remained in your hand. "You found what you were looking for again. Do you think you will disappear again for another two or three months?"

"I'm heading to England." Marc stated.

You shrugged as you asked, "Can I like... Go with you? I have friends there. Someone will no doubt let me sleep on their couch."

"You won't stay with any of your friends, I guarantee."

"I don't want Steven to be bothered. It's fine." You assured him.

"You'll stay with us in his apartment."

"Do you think he would be OK with this? Or did you decide for him? I don't want him to wake up thinking I broke into his apartment."

"I will talk to him, or you can do so, if you wish."

Khonshu commented, "Don't worry, the idiot will be happy to talk to someone who's not just a reflection in his bathroom mirror."

"Just to be sure, I'd like to speak with him personally."

As Marc flopped on the bed, he took in a glance at the mirror hanging above it on the ceiling and soon surrendered his body to Steven. Heavy British accent followed, "Hiya, Y/N."

"Hi again, Steven." You greeted him with a kind smile. "I heard you and Marc were going back to London. If I may be honest, I don't want to be away from him. Could I perhaps rent a couch at your flat?"

"If you promise not to drive me bonkers, I think it'll be a very interesting experience, won't it?"

You assured him, "I am the finest roommate you will ever have. I will show you my maps and journals and I can cook. I hope you like old books a lot."

He looked at you and asked, "Do you like Egypt and Egyptian beliefs? I have a lot of stuff on the flat, it's a total mess... It's not against you staying there, but I'll need to make a few changes. Oh, I'll introduce you to Gus, he'll be delighted."

"There are many beliefs I admire, but Egyptian beliefs are my favourites! I can help you clean up a bit before I move in." You nodded. "I'll also pay for myself, don't worry about that."

Steven replied with a hint of hesitation within his tone, "It's not about cleaning really. I have something in there that many people would consider a red flag." The man explained.

"Steven, what did you mean by that? Now I'm curious." Turning to him, you placed your head on your hand.

"This is too much explaining. Soon you'll see for yourself." 

There was no plan to sell your flat or anything like that, so all you brought to England were a few boxes filled with the most important things and clothes.

You nodded and looked around, carrying them inside. The flat was not much bigger than yours but was charming nonetheless. "How nice!" 

Steven, who entered directly behind you, shook his head briefly for no. "It's messy, it's old... Ahm, don't go to the bedroom, I mean, it's over there," he pointed in the proper direction, "But don't go there yet, there is sand around the bed."

"Steven, I've seen worse places, trust me." You said, nodding. "It's your flat, so your rules apply. I'm not going there."

After lowering his head, Steven rushed to the said area of his apartment. 

Khonshu appeared right next to you, poking you with his cane. "And you are going to live here? In this mess? You couldn't possibly get any lower, Y/N."

You shrugged, sitting down. "Oh well, I really slept in the worst places. If it means...” Only then you realised who you were talking to - it was Khonshu himself. After letting out a scream, you fell off the couch and onto the floor. "I... I can see you! Why am I seeing you?!" 

Khonshu poked your shoulder with the tip of his slightly curved bill as he lowered his body. "I'm fed up with hiding from your gaze. I want you to admire my grandeur."

You frowned, looking right at him. "I honestly expected you to look differently." Getting up you took a closer look. "So you are real indeed! Oh my! I can't believe it. YOU ARE REAL! You are so tall!"

"He is!" Steven screamed from the bedroom.

Khonshu poked your belly a few times. "You can bathe yourself in my glory, little human."

You rubbed your stomach as you said, "I have more questions that need to be soaked in your glory. Why did you pick Marc? What gods also walk among us? Why do you look like this and why are you rude to boys when you clearly need both of them?"

"There are all kinds of the other gods among you. I saw his mental issues as something easily exploited, plus his skills as a mercenary overlapped with the role of my avatar. This is just the way I look and I'm not rude, just being honest."

"I don't like the mental issues answer. Can I touch you? Or are you look like a ghost? What with the staff? Can I hold it?” You asked, circling him curiously.

Khonshu turned his head in an attempt to spot Steven. "Marc, I need your help, she's tiring me already." After looking back at you, he nodded. "You can touch. But you can't hold my staff."

You immediately decided to try and touch him, gasping excitedly once you realized he felt just like Marc's ceremonial robes. "Fuck! So cool!”

Steven returned. "I'm afraid Marc is temporarily unavailable. Y/N, what are you doing to the pigeon?"

"I AM TOUCHING AN ACTUAL GOD!” Squeaking loudly, you jumped in your place.

Steven blinked. "You're a real fangirl but if I were you, I wouldn't touch him. You never know where he was lurking."

Khonshu turned his skully head to the man. "One more word, worm, I swear."

"Steven, please be nice to Khonshu." You asked. "What did you mean by Marc being temporarily unavailable?"

"I can't summon him back."

"Well, then I think I need to wait." 

The rest of the day went quiet. 

It took you a long time to unpack all your belongings. 

The evening came, and you sat on a couch, drawing in one of your journals while Steven slept in his bed.

His body jerked suddenly and the man sat up.

Looking over your shoulder you waved at him. "Evening! Feeling better after the nap?"

Marc rubbed his temples, saying, "My head hurts like hell, I feel a little hangover..."

After getting up from the couch, you looked at him worriedly as you carefully walked up to the bed. "It's the second time it happens, and I witness it, love. Can I help you somehow?”

"Can you get me a glass of water, please?"

To fulfill the wish, you simply turned around and walked to the kitchen. You then went back to him and got on the bed, trying to avoid the sand. "Here."

Taking the glass, Marc downed the contents immediately, wiping his lips with the top of his hand as he did so. "Thanks. So, how do you like Steven's place?"

By placing yourself on his lap, you massaged his scalp with your hands while moving them along his temples. "It's nice. Really nice. I met Khonshu. I was just worried about you, love."

He closed his eyes, enjoying the touch of your fingers; it soothed his anxiety.

"Do you feel better? Because I need to talk to you, Marc."

"It's me, sweetie."

"As Steven slept and you were gone, I sat on the couch and was thinking a lot about you, Steven, and Khonshu." Your hands rested on his shoulders.

As he set the glass aside, his palms were placed on your hips. "Any conclusions?"

You nodded, getting more comfortable on his lap. "It's exciting, but also a little scary. Those are things that no ordinary person has to deal with every day," you remarked. "Get what I mean?" 

As he looked at you bluntly, he shook his head no.

I'm trying to say that," your arms wrapped around his neck, "I love you and I'm worried about you. If you like it or not, you will have to deal with one stubborn, reckless treasure hunter. Not because of what you do but because I see something special in you as a person."

There was nothing left for him to do but kiss your lips deeply; it was more than he expected from you, and his heart was filled with joy. "I love you too, my little treasure hunter. For the better and for the worst."

"For the better and for the worst." You agreed, nodding your head eagerly. "I am not gonna leave, no matter how dirty stuff will get. I am ready to help."

He took one of your hands and brought it to his lips to plant a tiny kiss on its top. "The real adventure starts now."

Just a Thug || Jake Lockley x Reader

Summary: Jake breaks into your apartment just so Khonshu can ask you for your help

Rating: 🔞explicit, minors DNI! 

Warnings: unprotected sex, Jake being an asshole

Word count: 6918

Pairing: Jake Lockley x fem!Reader, Khonshu & fem!Reader

Authors: Cass & Rouge

A/N: orange italics - Jake speaking Spanish; blue italics - Khonshu We have a non-linear story here, you’ve been warned :) 

Jake was unsure of what he was even doing here. It seemed the bird-head wanted him to enter one of the flats. 

Jake began to pick up trinkets, decorations, and pictures hanging on the walls to gain an understanding of who lived there. Apparently, it was a pretty, young woman. "What the hell are we doing in here, huh? Are you falling in love or something?" Jake chuckled lowly, shaking his head in disbelief after taking a look at the bookshelf.

"Don't ask me such a stupid question," Khonshu commented, appearing right next to the man. "The woman that lives here owes me a favor."

As you slept on the second floor, you were blissfully unaware of strangers intruding into your home downstairs. It wasn't until you shot your eyes open after hearing a noise like breaking glass that you realized you had closed all the windows, making it nearly impossible for the wind to knock a vase off the windowsill. You sat up and listened for a moment before hearing a voice. A thick, masculine voice. You felt a cold shiver run down your spine as you wrapped a silver robe around your almost naked body. You walked barefoot down the stairs slowly and quietly. Your eyes swept over the living room as you emerged from the stairwell.

"Hope that wasn't too significant," Jake muttered, shrugging off the broken vase's elements off the windowsill. He simply walked around, wondering where the owner was. He removed one of the frames from the wall with great curiosity. "Y/N Y/L/N..." He hummed your name and read the rest quickly. As Jake put the diploma back up on the wall, he inquired, "Are we really getting help from some know-all with diplomas on her wall? I bet she's got a stick up her ass." Jake then made his way further into the flat.

"Don't you dare question my decisions!" Khonshu roared with anger.

In response to the man's remarks, you frowned and opened your mouth wide. "Excuse me?! Who are you? What are you doing at my house? I have a gun and the authority to kill you for invading my property without my permission, so back off, bastard!"

"Sweetheart, you wouldn't be able to pull the trigger even if I showed you how," the man told you before turning to look at you. In all honesty, you didn't look bad, but he was already annoyed by your screams. "Don't ask me, ask the bird skull. He talks about a favor you owe him."

"Bird skull... Did you fucking... Wait. Khonshu? What the fuck?!" You raised your voice, walking to the light switch to turn the lights on.

Jake frowned at the bright light spilling over the room. "I am his avatar and he dragged my ass here, and stop screaming, woman."

A harder frown appeared on your face. You glared at the man in disbelief. "Unbelievable. Of course, Khonshu couldn't pick someone classy. Ey, birdie, what the fuck? Can you come here and talk? Because I'm not willing to speak with your fucking friend."

Jake honestly felt offended by you now. He had more class than some academic woman so sure of herself just because she got a paper or two, framed it, and hung it on the wall.

"Silence! Both of you!" Khonshu ordered, manifesting himself in the corner of the living room.

You crossed your arms over your chest as you tightened your robe around your figure. "What is this ridiculous action about? What's that crucial that you drag some random...," you gave Jake a glance, "thug here?"

"Thug? You better apologize, woman." Jake warned, pointing his index finger right at you.

"You must know why I am here. Don't pretend you don't, Y/N," the Moon God said, looking at you.

"Don't talk to me," you raised your hand to silence the stranger as your attention returned to Khonshu. "I am not willing to help you gain entry to the Council again. You fucked everything up last time."

"Eres una puta," Jake muttered, taking a seat on the couch.

"You are obligated to do whatever I ask you to, human," Khonshu demanded, growing annoyed.

"I'm not your avatar. Ask your kind companion," you pointed at the stranger and gasped, seeing him casually taking a seat on your couch. You turned to him and walked closer. "Uhm, excuse me? I don't recall letting you take a sit."

"I don't recall asking you," Jake concluded, putting his legs up on the coffee table while looking straight at you. "Listen, sweetheart. I don't want to be here, you don't want me to be here either, so let's just get this done with the bird skull so I can leave without getting rid of you."

You gasped again. "Don't call me sweetheart. Unbelievable. Y/N, wake up," you muttered to yourself, leaving the room to reach the kitchen to pour yourself a drink, containing a few ice cubes and some whiskey. You returned to the living room and sat at the dining table standing beside one of the windows. "How am I supposed to do that?" You asked looking at Khonshu. "I don't have any special powers or skills. You're asking the wrong person. And I owe you nothing."

Jake said wryly. "You are not only a whiny brat but also a disgraceful host. I would also like a beverage."

"You always knew your way, Y/N. You are the smart one," Khonshu said, and Jake laughed at this.

"Seriously, one more comment and I'll drag ya out myself," you grunted and jumped off the table to get a drink for your unexpected guest. You returned with a glass filled with whiskey and ice and handed it to him without a word. After returning to your place, you crossed your legs nicely, scoffing. "Even if, I will need time to organize everything."

"Then better get to it, Y/N. Take as long as you need, Jake will help you."

Jake choked on his drinking. ”¿Estás bromeando? ”

You sighed, stopping yourself from commenting more. You let your eyes roam along with his features - he was a handsome fella, but his attitude and rudeness were more outstanding than his physical charm. "Great."

"I'm not happy about this as well, sweetheart, but work is work," Jake shrugged, taking a sip of his drink which wasn't tasty but he decided not to mention it.

"I'm done for now. I need to think. I'll let you know once I have everything prepared," you replied to Khonshu. After getting off the table, you looked at the stranger. "If you want, you can stay here, since we have to work together. Ridiculous."

"I didn't plan to leave, sweetheart. I need to keep an eye on you to be sure you aren't trying anything funny." Jake said, giving you a nasty smile.

You replied with the equally same grin, "You sleep on the couch. I'll bring you a pillow and quilt."

"Nah, I'm fine. Don't bother your pretty small head about it," he waved his hand at you. "I'll be fine without."

Naturally, you didn't give a damn about his words, and a few minutes later you returned with a fresh set of bedding. You placed it next to him on the couch, checking twice whether Khonshu was still present, but the Moon God was long absent. "If you need anything, feel free to use the kitchen and bathroom, but I'm begging you, don't destroy my interiors. The vase you broke was an ancient vase from the Ming dynasty," you explained, your tone saddened as you went to clean the shattered porcelain from the floor. "You're not allowed upstairs, it's my bedroom and private space, so keep yourself downstairs if you don't want to listen to my screams again."

"Sadly, I have to listen to your whining now," Jake scoffed loudly, rolling his eyes.

"Be grateful I didn't call the cops."

"Be grateful I didn't shoot you," Jake replied with a wry grin glued to his lips.

You rolled your eyes and left him downstairs, returning to your bedroom, making sure to lock the door.

Jake chuckled to himself, hearing the click in the door. If you only knew that lockpicking was child's play, you wouldn't be so sure of it.

Due to the fact that he didn't feel like sleeping in a random girl's apartment, he decided to snoop around the flat, just to find out more about who you even were.

Knowing you had an unwanted guest downstairs wasn't comforting, so you were tossing from left to right, trying to catch some sleep. Eventually, you sat up, groaning and rubbing your temples, and decided to leave your room for the bathroom to take some pills to help you fall asleep.

"Trouble sleeping? I don't bite," Jake commented as soon as he saw you. Currently, he was sitting in the kitchen, smoking.

"You're not allowed to... Whatever," you rolled your eyes, as you grew angry with him smoking inside. Tightening your robe, you crossed the kitchen and reached the bathroom, took one pill, and swallowed it, leaning forward to the sink to drink some cold tap water. "I'm not sure, you broke into my flat after all."

"If I was so sinister, I wouldn't snoop around but go straight up to get rid of a sleeping beauty," Jake explained simply. "Meanwhile, I sit here, like a good boy, so don't complain."

"I say nothing," you told him, opening the fridge to pull out a bottle of water. "Your name is Jake?"

"Yup," he nodded, shaking the ash from his cig into an ashtray he somehow found. "And you are Y/N."

"Correct."

"You are some kind of professor and what? Are you a cute, history professor in a pencil skirt and glasses when you're working, but you do some Indiana Jones shit when you're off?"

"Let's say you're correct," you said, sitting next to him, unscrewing the water. "And you? Why did Khonshu pick you for his avatar? You have the appearance of a real-life thug."

"I can steal, break into places, and kill. Khonshu has everything he needs to take care of dirty businesses with ease. I bet you don't smoke?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I do," you nodded slightly, "But I don't smoke indoors. I don't like the scent lingering on the furniture."

Jake laughed at that. "So you smoke, but the smell bothers you. Okay, mademoiselle,” the man shook his head, putting out a newly started cigarette in the ashtray. What a waste.

You raised your eyebrow but kept yourself from making further comments. "I have no idea why Khonshu needs my help when he has you," you claimed openly. "Do you need anything for now?"

"I am fine and don't ask me that. Apparently, you can do something I cannot, so it's your problem, not mine," Jake shrugged, scratching his head.

"If you'd like to refresh yourself, the bathroom's on this floor, at the back of the corridor," you informed him, getting up from your place. "Since you're going to be my guest for God knows how long, I can close my eyes on that smoking thing. But please, do it in the kitchen. Deal?"

"Don't worry. I already know where is what," Jake sighed and listened to you with an eye roll. "Smoking only in the kitchen, you got that, lady."

You patted his shoulder briefly. "Thank you. Sleep well," you said before returning upstairs to your room.

He didn't stop himself from checking out your ass as you walked away. The fact that Khonshu put him in such a position meant he could at least get some pleasant views.

You got up in the morning, stretching your back lazily. You picked some fresh clothes and headed downstairs to take a shower.

As it turned out, Jake wasn't just some kind of a thug.

He was a thug who knew how to do something more useful every day than dispose of dead bodies since when you came downstairs, breakfast was waiting for you.

You blinked, entering the kitchen while drying your still wet hair, you had a simple, white t-shirt and pair of fitted shorts on. "Oh, oh, okay, I'm fucking surprised..."

"I can cook. Magic, right? I am more than a stupid thug you thought I was," Jake muttered, wiping his palms on a rug.

"I apologize for my outbursts last night," you admitted to being wrong as you sat at the table, looking up at him. "I was surprised by an unexpected visit. I am not a bitch if you get to know me better."

"I haven't changed my mind about you yet," he said and sat down to eat his portion. "Hope ya will like it."

You didn't reply, just observed him for a second before you started eating your meal. He not only knew how to cook, but he also made the most delicious meal you had had in a very long time. After breakfast, you got up from your place and began to wash the dishes. "I'll leave you alone in the house today, I need to venture out to a few places to get things done on Khonshu's behalf."

"You don't need help getting those things?" Jake asked, blowing softly at a mug full of coffee. "I can help if you don't want to break a nail."

You smirked to yourself. "Don't worry, I'm not one of those whining chicks. But, actually, if we speak about that, I'll need your assistance at the evening gala. It'll be easier to get there with a plus one to not get too much attention."

"Yesterday you whined like crazy," Jake chuckled, taking a sip of the coffee, but stopped as soon as he heard the word gala. He raised an eyebrow, putting away the cup. "Excuse me?"

"First, I need to somehow get there. And Khonshu mentioned you're a competent driver. It takes place in another city and I'm not keen on catching a taxi. Second, I'll have to vanish in the service room from there after a speech I'm about to deliver. So having a plus one will make it better because you'll get all of the attention on you."

"How do you expect me to get all the attention, estúpida? "

"You'll make a fuss, partner."

Jake was not happy with the idea of making a fuss. "Do I really have to go there? Can't I just wait outside on some signal or something?"

"No. You need to be inside to clear a trespass for me."

"Well, then I'm afraid you'll have to find someone else. Maybe one of your friends will be glad to go," he said simply, adding quickly, "galas aren't my thing."

"None of my pals know how to use a gun, sadly," you said. "But okay. I'll do it on my own."

Jake rolled his eyes. "Fine. I will do it."

You walked to him after drying your hands and briefly kissed his cheek. "Thank you."

"Stop right there, girl. A kiss on the cheek ain't enough for such a thing."

You were about to leave the kitchen but stopped when you heard him. "What do you mean?"

"Ya want me to humiliate myself at some gala? Ya kiss here," Jake smiled nasty, tapping his lips.

You licked your lips as you stared at him. Having placed the towel you held in your hands on the counter, you returned to him, took his cup of coffee from him, and put it on the table. Straddling him, you cupped his cheeks and offered him a heated, french kiss. "Satisfied?"

Jake wasn't expecting you to do that, but he was not inclined to complain. In his book, you simply added one point for yourself. He grabbed your hips and squeezed them a bit. "Maybe if you wear a nice dress and do it again, I will be content."

You licked your lips looking at him before placing a few kisses on his jawline. As much as you didn't want to do it, this fella was having some strange influence on you. "I hope you'll help me pick one."

"I will but be aware you won't look like a princess but a slut. I simply like when girls show a lot," he warned in a low tone.

"I don't mind it at all. I'm not a princess, my dear," you told him, getting off his lap, and tapping his shoulder.

"Perfecto," he hummed and returned to his coffee.

You spent a half-day out of the house, running errands and digging things for Khonshu as well.

You returned late afternoon and quickly decided to refresh yourself with a shower. You put make-up on and did your hair by waving it with a curling iron. Last but not least was the dress you were about to choose.

Jake got as ready as he could while you were away. He picked up some decent outfit he had stuffed in the trunk. All he hoped was that it would be enough for the party. "What about your dress, cariño?"

You get downstairs with two dresses in hand. One was a regular mini black dress, the other was a lacy red dress. "No idea. Which one?" When you saw him in a suit, you smirked. "Wow, look at you. Sharp."

He muttered, pulling at the collar, "I don't fucking feel so sharp." He glanced at the dresses and hummed. "Don't you have anything lacy but black?"

"Give me a second."

You put the dresses on the couch and headed back upstairs. After a long moment, you returned to him. "It's a bit tight here and there as I remember." After putting it on the sofa, you walked over and helped him adjust his tie. "You're fucking sharp, trust me, all the girls will be head over hills for ya."

Jake said, ignoring your comment, "Get in that dress. I want to see if it is tight here and there. cariño."

Nodding, you took the dress with you back to the bedroom. You wore a black-red set of lacy underwear beneath, as well as black stockings with garters. By checking yourself in a mirror, you improved your tits in the dress. After that, you returned to him.

As he waited for you to return downstairs to him, he tapped his knees out of boredom.

"And?" You asked, stepping into the room.

Jake finally looked at you, smiling. In a few places, the dress was too tight, but in a good way, he liked it already. "Te ves tan bien que te follaría aquí y ahora," Jake smiled proudly, scratching his chin.

You smirked at him. "I'll take it as a compliment." Walking to him, you offered him your palm. "Shall we, Jake?"

Sighing deeply, Jake took your hand and nodded. Even though he didn't like it, he didn't know what else he could do. "Yeah. The car is waiting outside."

Your excitement burst once you saw his car - a long, white limousine. "Oh, dear Lord, what a beautiful car!" You squeaked loudly, eyes opened wide as you circled the car twice. "Where did you get this beauty from?! What's under the bonnet? 300 horsepower or more?"

Jake frowned a little, listening to your squeaks as he walked to the door. "Something like that," he muttered opening the back door. "Get in."

You got in, making sure your dress wouldn't roll too high up your thighs. "Forgive me. I like cars, and sometimes I can get all over them. I know you probably think I'm a stupid chick, and that's fine."

Jake shut the door with a loud slam before getting into the driver's seat and saying, "Whatever you say, sweetheart." The small window behind him rolled down. "If you need a beverage, there are glasses and bottles. I bet you will find everything," he informed you briefly, before rolling the window up.

Despite the long ride, you two ended up at the gala.

It took place in a building that probably was built for rich people to have their fancy parties.

Jake already didn't like the people that surrounded him; all those men and women thought that they were someone because of a few papers and money. "What's the plan, little one?” He asked, holding your arm as the two of you walked in.

You were reluctantly getting out of Jake's car. You already felt very comfortable there and the thought of joining the gala actually made you feel sick. All you used from the miniature bar in his limousine was a mini bottle of water.

"See that door?" You asked, gently pointing in the direction with a nod. "The service room is there. As you can see, simply walking there would gather the curious eyes of at least several attendants, not to mention the guards on the upper floor," you said, stopping with him as if you were about to improve his collar so he could take a look at the balconies on the second floor of a huge ballroom. "All of them have guns, so sneaking past them is impossible. My first idea was to seduce one of them, grab the keys, cause some light failure, and run there to get their computer hacked but it's too risky. Now, go have a drink and I'll get prepared for the speech," you patted his chest.

Jake raised his eyebrow and asked, "Are you sure? Because this seems a bit extreme, even as security."

"The thing they're guarding requires some special resources," you told him.

"And what is that?” He laughed softly.

"I'll show you once I get it in my paws. Deal?"

"Deal," Jake nodded and kissed your cheek. "Go get ready then, niña pequeña. I'm gonna make a fuss later."

The kiss was completely unexpected and when he walked off, you placed your palm on the cheek, breathing sharply in. You found yourself enjoying his presence more and more.

The speech about ancient Egyptian culture and gods you gave met with huge applause from onlookers. Thanking the gala host, you got off the podium slowly.

Lockley watched it and listened to your every word. You actually manage to make boring stuff sound interesting. "Well done, cariño," Jake hummed, smiling at you.

You nodded at him a little, slowly proceeding to the service room with a glass of champagne in your hand.

According to plan, Jake decided to make a fuss and he did it right, getting everyone's attention without putting much of it on himself - he got into a heated argument with one of the guests, which ended into a tiny fight with few blows aimed at man's stomach and chin.

You could work freely.

After the entire mess caught people's attention, you slipped into the room unseen, plugged your USB flash drive into the computer, and infected it with a virus. Only then you gained an access to hidden folders and files you've been looking for.

As unnoticed as before, you left the room after everything was copied to your drive and any signs of hacking were removed. With a swing in your hips, you left the huge ballroom, and nodding your head at a few people, you headed to the exit of the building, slowly.

Jake also got himself out of the building, after being asked by the security to leave after the fight, sighing happily as soon as he exited that fucking gala. The moment he spotted you, he joined you. "How was it?”

"I have everything," you told him simply. "You did a great job. Can we get back home?"

"I dream about nothing else but that," Jake nodded. "Khonshu will be glad. What do you even have there?”

"It's a file," you told him. "Encrypted file with the location of date of other avatars which would be needed if Khonshu wants them to meet in Giza."

"You think it will help?"

Getting into the car, this time on the front seat, you explained, "I think that's the only way to find other avatars, which normally would take months or not be possible."

Jake watched you, more surprised by where you chose to sit than by what you were saying. "You don't want to ride on the back?"

"If you don't mind, I'd like to sit in the front to watch outside a little."

"I don't mind at all. It will be a pleasant ride," he nodded. "Ready to get back or do you have any other plans?"

"No, no, I don't have any other plans. I simply want to get back home."

Jake nodded and started the engine. Without saying a word, he drove you home. The job was done, so there was nothing left to say.

Once the two of you made it to your place, Jake left the limousine as the first to open your door.

"Thank you," you nodded at him. "Since your job is done and since I got everything Khonshu wanted, I think we'll part ways."

"I'm afraid he will decide and I know this simple thing won't be enough for him so I have to stay longer," Lockley declared.

You nodded. "Maybe you're right. Nevermind. Come on then." You opened the door with the key and asked, "Ya want a drink?"

"I would kill for a good whiskey. All they had was some shitty, fucking champagne," Jake murmured as he flopped on the couch to remove the tie that had been driving him crazy the whole evening.

"I only have Johnnie Walker or Jack Daniel's. Which one then?" You asked, closing the door on the lock and heading to the kitchen, still in your high heels. "You want some ice, too?"

Jake raised an eyebrow and responded, "Who drinks Whisky without ice? Whatever you choose will be fine."

"Actually, I do," you said, shrugging a tad. After putting a few ice cubes into a round glass, you poured the coppery liquid into it. You returned back to the living room to pass the glass to your guest.

"Well, you really are a weirdo," he said, accepting the glass. "At least you are la chica más hermosa."

"Thank you," you told him, taking a seat next to him.

Jake did not say a word as he drank from his glass. Lockley seemed curious if you would do anything interesting or if you would just sit and play the saint.

"Can I have a strange question?" You tapped his knee.

"Claro," Jake nodded, looking at you.

"Uhm, I don't want to sound desperate, but since you're here... Uhm, could you sleep in my room tonight?" You asked, blushing a bit, biting your lower lip.

Jake raised an eyebrow as he watched you. It was an interesting request. "You want a thug with blood on his hands sleeping in your room tonight?"

You improved your position on the couch, pulling your legs under your chin. "If you don't mind... And stop it, I apologized for being mean, Jake."

Smiling, he moved closer and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "Ask nicely and I can think about this."

You rolled to your knees and looked at him. "Ask you nicely? Like that?" You asked, slowly straddling his lap, wrapping your shoulders around his neck. Only then did you lean forward and plant a kiss on his lips. "Is that okay?"

Pulling away Jake hummed, licking his lips while wrapping arms around your waist. "Well, I am not really sure. I did everything I could and this now? A kiss seems insufficient."

"What can I do for you to agree?" You whimpered kissing his jawline. "Please?" You gasped a bit at the firm grasp of his hands on your waist.

"Beg a little more and I may agree," Jake chuckled, playing with the material of your dress.

You whined quietly, next to his lips. "Jake, please. I don't want to sleep alone… I need ya..." You kissed him again, slipping one of your hands under his shirt.

"First of all, you could remove these hands," Jack said, simply grabbing your wrists and pulling your hands up. "I don't remember you getting permission to touch me."

You nodded and looked up into his dark eyes. "I'm sorry, Jake."

"Buena niña. I hope you are really sorry," Lockley nodded, giving your wrists a strong squeeze. "Now. Get that ass to that bedroom of yours."

You jumped off his lap and off the couch, grabbing him by his large palm and leading him upstairs with you. You opened the door and got inside first, clicking off your high heels. 

"Look at you. So eager," Jake laughed softly. "What has gotten into you?”

"Nothing. I just, uhm, I'm so glad you agreed to join me," you smiled at him. "Do you want something to change into?"

"No, sleeping naked will be enough for me," Jake unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the side before climbing on the bed with you. The man towered over you. "Hola muñeca."

You blushed at his words - imagining his naked form right next to you in your bed made you shiver a tad. "Hi," you whispered, watching his naked chest. "You're so handsome..."

"Conozco esto muy bien y cariño, eres tan sexy deja hacer que te vengas," Jake leant down and pressed his lips to yours, grabbing the back of your neck to be sure you won't pull away.

You moaned into the kiss. The way he manhandled you made your heart beat faster and your blood turn ice. Being drunk was the fool's anesthetic. It always put the primitive self in charge when it was the worst captain of all, and you cursed yourself because you had two or three glasses of champagne too much. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you gave him a messy kiss back. It was probably the worst decision of them all to invite Lockley straight to your bed, yet you didn't care.

With a loud hum, he pulled away, licking his lips. "Look at you. So needy suddenly, I need to get you drunk more often." Your arms were easily untangled from around his neck as he began to move down your body, tease you through the material of your dress.

A sad whine escaped your lips at the lack of contact with his lips. "Jake..." You murmured, writhing a tiny bit beneath him. "Do you want me to take the dress off?"

Jake kneeled between your legs, thinking. He wouldn't mind fucking you in the dress, but ripping it in the process would be such a waste. "Go on. Be a good girl and take it off for me, Y/N."

You knelt as well, right in front of him only to get off the bed. With a gentle swing in your hips, you opened the zipper on the back, slipped the sleeves off your shoulders, and pushed the material down your legs, revealing the black-red set of underwear, stockings, and garters. Soon, the dress was kicked off your legs and you crawled back on the bed.

Jake was pleasantly surprised with what he saw, so maybe this job wasn't as terrible as he thought as long as you worked with him. "Look at you, Y/N. So pretty, but that's not enough. Underwear goes off as well."

You reached to your back, unclasping your bra took a brief moment, and it ended somewhere on the floor. Not being willing to get off the bed again you laid down on the mattress, raised your hips, and slipped your panties off.

"Not only pretty but also obedient. What a beautiful mix. I think I can say I am lucky tonight." Jake praised, towering over you again. "Tell me what my girl needs."

"I want you to get me wasted, Jake. I want ya to fuck me until I choke myself on moaning your name."

He returned to your stomach to place some more kisses on your skin before moving down. "First full of herself, now begging me to fuck her," Lockley mocked. "¡Es tan bonito!"

You looked at him, shivering slightly. "Jake..." Observing him descend on you made your heart race faster, and your breath became shallow.

Jake just hummed, waiting for you to continue whatever you wanted to say, but he never stopped moving until he got comfortable between your legs.

"You don't have to," you told him, propping yourself on your elbows, looking down at him.

"Are you trying to tell me what I can and cannot do?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

You shook your head quickly. "No, Jake, of course, I don't... Don't get angry."

Your legs were tightly clasped in his hand as he placed them on his shoulders. "Then don't make me angry, Y/N. I decide what I will do. Got it?"

At that point, you were shaking all over your body as you said, "Yes, Jake, I understand."

"Are you scared?”

"A little... it's been a long time since I shared my bed with a man."

Jake chuckled and shifted between your legs, wrapping his lips around your clit.

You laid comfortably on the bed, arching your back a little, gasping softly, sucking, and biting your lower lip. "Jake, oh my..."

"I ain't gonna play with you," he smiled and spat down on your pussy before his finger started teasing your entrance.

A moan rolled off your parted lips as you fisted the sheets, relaxing in his arms. "Jake!"

He teased you for a longer while, only to slip two of his thick fingers inside of you, groaning softly at your tightness.

You moaned his name loudly, feeling your eyes became watery as his fingers stretched you out. "Oh, Lord, Jake! So good, don't ya fucking stop."

While his thumb started to tease your clit, his fingers scissored inside of you.

You caught his hand, moaning. "Baby! Please, oh God, stop! I don't want to cum yet!"

"Since when you're the one making decisions, cariño?”

"Jake, please! Oh, God!" You screamed, arching your back more. "Please! I want to cum all over your dick, not fingers!"

"Who said you wouldn't? Do you think that one time will be the end of it?" He chuckled and replaced the thumb on your clit with his mouth.

"Oh my God!" You rolled your head back on the pillow again, slipping your hands into his locks. "Just like that!" You bucked your hips a little, trying to get as much friction as possible while he was eating you out.

Adding a third finger to your tight pussy, Jake continued to abuse your clit. He wasn't going to give up so easily.

With a loud cry, you cum all over his fingers, begging him to stop, panting loudly.

He hummed as he savored all the sweet juices you gave him. Then he pulled away, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. "Such a sweet mess."

"Let me repay," you begged. "I wanna suck your cock."

Jake shook his head as he got up from the bed to remove his pants. "Some other time, sweetheart. A few more minutes and I'll be fucking cum in pants like a fucking teenager."

Whining unhappily as you watched him getting undressed, you slipped your hand between your thighs to rub your slick folds. "Do I make you that hot?"

Jake sighed heavily as he looked at you, enraged. He reached for his pants and took out his leather belt. "I swear to fucking Khonshu, you will never learn to keep your hands where they belong, right?" Muttering this, he held your hands over your head and tied them together. "Brat."

You bit your lower lip, gasping. "I didn't do anything wrong, Jake!" You protested and a blush covered your cheeks. "I'm not a brat!"

As he joined you on the bed, he said, "You touched yourself without my permission so shut up."

You nodded eagerly, observing him, pressing your legs together.

Jake shook his head and grabbed your legs to wrap them around his waist. As he pushed his whole cock into you in one motion, he rested his hands on either side of your head. "Fuck," He growled. I love how tight you are."

You shut your eyes, cursing loudly as he stretched you painfully out. "Jake!" You wished you could wrap your arms around his neck, but it was impossible since he tied your hands up above your head.

"What? What is it?” He asked with a nasty smile, pushing his hips into you harder, torturing you even more.

"It's so fucking good, but I wish I could touch you," you whimpered slightly.

"I don't think you deserved that, cariño. You pissed me off a little when you tried to tell me what to do, and you touched yourself without my permission. Good girls don't act like this."

"I want to be a good girl," you moaned loudly, breathing hard as his cock was stretching your inner walls up.

"Do you really?” Jake questioned, rolling his hips into you a tad slower.

Rolling your head back, you could only scream his name, whining and moaning like a whore. "Yeah."

As he fucked you at a rough pace, he smiled and reached up to free your hands.

You cried his name on and on, looking him directly in the eyes, trying your finest to kiss all over his jaw while grasping onto his nape as Jake set a very rough pace. "I'll cum, love. I'll fucking cum!"

"Good. Bring it on, cariño. Cum all over my cock," Jake growled right into your ear. "I want you to milk my fucking cock with your sweet cum, cariño."

As your hands moved to his back, you pushed your nails into his skin, leaving red marks, while your legs tightened around his hips, trying to drive him deeper into you. When he called your name, you milked his dick with your juices, shaking all over your body. Your vision became blurry.

As Jake continued to fuck you hard, chasing his own release, he whimpered praises into your ear. He soon filled you up with his warm, thick cum with a loud growl escaping his lips. "Fuck."

You nuzzled his neck, moaning, stroking his nape slowly. "Jake... Oh, Jake, oh God."

"The next time, I think I need to get you some kind of gag. You whine so much that it gets annoying," Jake concluded, pulling away from you and taking the place by your side.

Looking at him sadly, you put your head to his chest. You knew he was mocking.

Jake wrapped his arm around you and hugged you tightly.

You kissed his cheek. This is what I need. Thank you. I promise not to be so whiny anymore. Cigarette?"

"La respuesta es afirmativa."

Despite your nakedness, you slipped out of his arms and left the room, returning with an ashtray and a pack of cigarettes, offering one to him.

Jake took a cigarette and sat up. "You're a good girl now."

As you sat next to him, you glanced at him slightly. "Can I do anything else for you?"

As he kissed your temple before focusing on his cigarette, he concluded, "That was enough."

You made heart eyes and laid your head on the pillow, gently stroking his tummy. "Jake?"

Lockley only hummed in response.

"Have you had many women before?" You asked shyly, making yourself comfortable on the bed.

He shrugged, letting out a cloud of smoke as he replied, "Most of them were random whores I picked up when I felt like fucking. Why? Don't worry, I am clean."

You whispered, "I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. You're just so skilled..."

Chuckling he nodded. "Muchas gracias. Glad you liked it."

When you finally got off your peak, you nuzzled your pillow, letting your breath get back to normal.

"You don't want to smoke?” Jake asked casually.

"Actually..." You smiled, sitting up.

"Here," Jake said as he offered you his cigarette.

Blinking, you took a drag and exhaled the smoke through your nose while returning the cigarette to him. "Strong ones."

He chuckled, "Not too strong for my little one?"

When you heard him use this particular word, your heart skipped a beat. You shook your head eagerly. Inhaling his scent, you moved a bit closer and rested your head on his shoulder. "No. Jake? Can you stay?"

Jake shrugged, taking another drag from his cigarette. "You mean tonight? I didn't even plan to leave the bed."

"I didn't mean tonight only..."

"Sorry, little one, but it's not my decision. The stupid bird drags me around. All I can promise is that I'll be coming back here as often as possible."

"Thank you," you replied, looking at him with heart-filled eyes.

"Probably because you drank too much, that's why you acted like a schoolgirl on a high. It had to be that, right?" Jake joked, stroking your hip with his calloused palm.

He put the cigarette out in the ashtray and turned to you to kiss the top of your head. "Time to rest. My little one needs her beauty sleep."

You smiled a tiny bit and put your head back on the pillow like the good girl you were. You tried to stay awake as long as it was possible, to adore his features just for a little longer, but in the end, you drift into the peaceful slumber. Jake soon laid down himself and pulled you close against his chest, hugging you tightly. "Buena noches, nena."