"Alright, sorry guys, but I think it's about time I call it a night," Allen said as he stood up. "Oh, don't worry — I already paid for all the drinks. If you want more, just tell the waiter. Put it on my tab."
With that, Allen left the table, taking Sienna with him upstairs to the second floor, where there were private rooms so the two of them could drink together in peace.
Meanwhile, Leon and Kevin watched Allen walk away.
"Well, you heard the man," Kevin said with a grin. "Let's order more drinks! Don't worry, he's loaded. It's fine if we go a little overboard tonight."
Leon just shrugged, amused. He wasn't about to refuse free drinks — besides, he was enjoying the friendly atmosphere. "Sure, why not," he said with a chuckle.
Meanwhile, Allen and Sienna were now seated in a more private area, ordering a few drinks from the bar's waiter.
"How have you been?" Sienna asked, trying to break the ice first.
"Well, as you can see, I'm doing just fine," Allen replied casually.
"I'm glad to hear that," Sienna said softly. The air between them was a bit awkward — especially now that Allen knew she was a member of Echo Six working for the Federation.
"So, did you come to see me because of work," Allen asked bluntly, "or is there another reason?"
"I didn't ask to meet you because of work," Sienna said quickly, her tone tinged with regret. "I just wanted to apologize to you in person… for trying to use you."
Allen leaned back slightly, his expression calm. "Well, I get it. You probably didn't have much of a choice. Don't worry about it — it's not a big deal," he said as the waiter brought their drinks.
"Thanks," Allen said to the waiter, handing over a generous tip before taking a sip.
"Are you really not upset about it?" Sienna asked quietly, guilt clearly weighing on her.
"Well, what do you expect me to do? Do you want me to hate you for it?" Allen replied casually, sipping his drink. He could tell that his calm reaction was only making her feel more conflicted.
"No…!" Sienna said quickly, her voice trembling a little. For some reason, hearing him say that made her chest tighten painfully. "Please don't say that. I just don't want our friendship to fall apart because of what I did. Even if I first approached you for the mission, Allen, in the end I… I just…"
She trailed off, unable to finish her sentence.
Allen smiled faintly, easing the tension. "Relax. Our friendship isn't going to break over something like that. Besides, I actually enjoy having a friend as beautiful as you," he said playfully, lightening the mood.
Sienna felt her heart warm a little after hearing Allen's words — especially when he called her beautiful. Sure, it wasn't the first time someone had said that to her, but hearing it from the man she liked made her genuinely happy.
"Oh, right, Allen — I have something for you," Sienna said, pulling a small box from her bag and handing it to him.
"What's this?" Allen asked, taking the box from her hand.
"It's chocolate I made myself. I hope you like it," Sienna replied with a smile.
"Thanks. I'll definitely try it later," Allen said with a gentle grin.
"So, what are you planning to do next? Going back to work soon — or maybe flirting with another guy?" Allen teased, his tone light.
"Well, I still have a few days off to relax," Sienna replied with a slight pout. "And please don't say things like that — not every mission I take involves getting close to someone, okay?"
"Hahaha, alright, alright, no need to pout," Allen chuckled. "Anyway, do you want me to drive you home after this?"
Sienna looked at him and smiled softly. "Of course — I'd love that."
Not long after that conversation, Allen and Sienna left the bar. After paying for their drinks, Allen offered to drive her back to the motel where she was staying.
During the ride, Sienna suddenly spoke up.
"Allen, there's something I need to tell you."
"Hm? What is it?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the road.
"You should stay away from Umbrella from now on. If possible, I want you to leave this city soon. I just… don't want anything bad to happen to you," Sienna said with a slightly serious tone.
"Is this related to your next mission?" Allen asked.
"Yeah, you could say that. But I can't go into details. All I can tell you is that someone's going to be dealing with Umbrella soon — and from the intel I got, it looks like they might also be targeting you if you stay here," Sienna replied.
Allen raised an eyebrow, curious who would dare to target him. 'Whoever it is must be out of their mind,' he thought. 'If it's Sergei, it's probably because of Alex. But if it's Simmons, maybe he's jealous because he knows Ada's been getting close to me. Yeah, it's most likely Simmons, especially since the info came from Sienna.'
"Let me guess — this person's from the Federation, right?" Allen said.
"You're right," Sienna nodded. "That person has a lot of power and connections everywhere. Honestly, I don't even know how you managed to piss him off, but he's definitely keeping an eye on you now."
"Hmmm, well, maybe it's because I slept with one of his women," Allen said jokingly.
Sienna rolled her eyes. "Stop joking around, I'm being serious. I don't want anything bad to happen to you."
"Alright, alright. I'll be careful, and thanks for the warning," Allen said.
A few minutes later, they arrived at the motel where Sienna was staying.
"By the way, who's your boss? Is it Simmons?" Allen asked.
"No, my boss is Morgan. And please, keep that a secret," Sienna said quietly.
"Of course," Allen replied as he parked the car right in front of the motel entrance.
"Allen, would you like to come in?" Sienna asked, her tone a little shy. "I mean, we could have a few more drinks inside while watching a movie. It's already pretty late anyway… maybe you should just stay over for the night."
Allen, of course, wasn't going to turn down the offer. "Sure," he replied with a small smile, then followed Sienna inside.
Before going in, he sent a quick message to Rebecca, letting her know that he'd probably be spending the night at a friend's place.
Inside her hotel room, it was pretty messy—it looked like Sienna forgot to clean up. Yeah, she must've rushed off to the bar after picking out her outfit, and Allen spotted several bras and panties, along with some sexy clothes, strewn across the floor.
This made Sienna hurry to tidy up the room.
"Sorry, you weren't supposed to see that," Sienna said, clutching her underwear and hiding it behind her back.
"Well, I don't think you need to apologize for that—especially since it gave me a chance to see it," Allen replied with a grin.
Sienna's face turned a little red, but she quickly put the clothes away in the closet before turning on the DVD player.
"Alright, you can sit here for a bit while I grab us something to drink," she said.
Allen nodded and sat comfortably on the bed. The hotel room wasn't exactly luxurious, but he didn't mind at all. A few minutes later, Sienna returned carrying two glasses, a bottle of wine, and a bowl of popcorn.
They settled in, relaxing as they drank and watched TV together.
"So, have you seen this movie before?" Allen asked, noticing that it was an old-fashioned romance film.
"No, this is actually my first time watching it," Sienna replied, her eyes still fixed on the screen. "A friend of mine recommended it — she said it's pretty good."
In the middle of the movie, Sienna started commenting on one of the scenes — the part where the male lead was running after the train the woman was on.
"Don't run after her train. Don't do it, don't—ahh!!" Sienna groaned, clearly disappointed.
"I think it's kind of sweet," Allen said.
"Sweet? How is that sweet?" Sienna shot him a look.
"Well, it shows that the guy actually cares," Allen replied casually.
"It shows that the guy's a moron! Who's dumb enough to try chasing a moving train?" she countered, crossing her arms.
Allen just kept watching the movie. "See? The girl looks sad now," he pointed out.
Sienna glanced at the screen and saw the actress crying. "Then she's a moron too," she said before taking a sip of her drink.
Allen just smiled at her comment, which Sienna quickly noticed.
"What? Is there something wrong with what I said?" she asked.
"Well, of course not," Allen replied casually. "But I think when people fall in love, they tend to do stupid things just to have their feelings returned."
"Oh, don't tell me that's from personal experience," Sienna teased, narrowing her eyes playfully.
"Well, yeah… it actually is," Allen admitted with a small nod.
Sienna tilted her head, curiosity flashing across her face. "Hmm… would you do the same thing if I were the woman on that train?"
"Of course," Allen answered without hesitation.
She blinked, slightly taken aback by how quickly he said it. "Then… would you cry if I were the one chasing your train?" he asked with a faint grin.
"I-I don't know," Sienna murmured, lowering her gaze, her tone suddenly softer.
Allen's words touched her, making her cheeks flush red from the atmosphere—not to mention the slight buzz from the alcohol.
Allen, of course, saw it clearly enough.
Allen's hand then gently cupped Sienna's cheek, his face drawing closer to hers.
Sienna, noticing how Allen seemed to be inching nearer, felt her heart pounding faster, and she closed her eyes, as if bracing herself for the kiss she sensed was coming.
Seeing Sienna like that, Allen leaned in slowly too, until finally their lips met in a kiss.
Their lips pressed together, and Allen kissed her softly, full of passion.
Gradually, their kiss deepened, and when Sienna parted her lips, their tongues met, twisting around each other as they exchanged saliva.
Sienna's fingers tangled into Allen's hair, gripping and tousling it with growing urgency as their kiss lingered, hot and demanding. Her hands wandered lower, slipping tentatively under the hem of his shirt, her palms brushing against the warm skin of his abdomen. She explored the firm ridges of his muscles, tracing the lines with her fingertips, feeling the heat radiating from his body.
Allen sensed her eagerness and broke the kiss just enough to pull back, his eyes locking onto hers with a smoldering intensity. Without a word, he reached down and tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it aside onto the cluttered floor of the hotel room. The sight of his chiseled torso hit Sienna like a wave—broad shoulders tapering to a defined chest, abs sculpted like they were carved by the hand of god, a light trail of hair leading down toward his belt. Her breath hitched, a rush of arousal flooding through her, making her thighs clench together as moisture gathered between her legs. She couldn't resist; her hands immediately pressed against his stomach, sliding up and down the hard planes, feeling the way his muscles flexed under her touch. "God, you're perfect," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Emboldened by her reaction, Allen's hands moved to her blouse, his fingers deftly unbuttoning it one by one, revealing the lacy bra beneath that barely contained her full breasts. He pushed the fabric off her shoulders, letting it fall away, then cupped her tits through the thin material, squeezing them firmly. His thumbs circled her nipples, which hardened instantly into tight peaks, straining against the lace. Sienna arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips—"Ahh..."—as sparks of pleasure shot straight to her core. The sensation made her pussy throb, her panties growing damp with need.
Allen's mouth returned to hers, kissing her harder now, his tongue delving deep as one hand slipped behind her back to unclasp her bra. It sprang free, and he peeled it away, exposing her bare breasts to the cool air of the room. They were heavy and round, nipples erect and begging for attention. He broke the kiss to lower his head, capturing one stiff peak between his lips, sucking gently at first, then harder, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Sienna gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her body trembling as waves of heat built inside her.
She was losing control, the alcohol and the electric tension pushing her over the edge. With frantic hands, she fumbled at her skirt, unzipping it and shimmying it down her hips, kicking it aside. Her panties followed—simple black lace that she hooked her thumbs into and dragged down her legs, stepping out of them to stand completely naked before him. Her skin flushed pink, her pussy exposed and glistening with arousal, the trimmed patch of hair above her clit drawing his gaze. She felt vulnerable yet empowered, her heart racing as Allen's eyes roamed over her curves, from her heaving breasts to the swell of her hips and the slick folds between her thighs.
Allen's cock twitched in his pants, straining against the fabric as he drank in the sight of her nudity. "Fuck, Sienna, you're stunning," he growled, his voice rough with lust. He pulled her close, their bare skin pressing together—her soft tits against his hard chest, his hands sliding down to grip her ass, kneading the firm cheeks. She ground against him instinctively, feeling the bulge of his erection through his pants, and a fresh moan bubbled up from her throat. The room spun with their shared heat, the scattered clothes around them forgotten as the night promised more intimate explorations.
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