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[eljeebee]

Right Person, Wrong Circumstances pt 15

Anthony and Priscilla stood on the entryway.

"I'll be waiting for the details," he said. He kissed her. Like they were husband and wife. Like a married couple bidding each other goodbye for work.

When they pulled away, she said, "I'll relay it to you, in a safehouse. With Albert."

He tried to dive in for another kiss, but steel-faced Priscilla returned, stepping away. It reminded him of the time they last talked before separating for good.

Anthony let out an "Ah".

He smiled at her warmly, the crinkle on his eyes becoming prominent.

"Take care, Priscilla. I'll see you again soon," he said. I love you. He wanted to say.

She nodded. Then she left.

She knew. He knew. They both knew. She's convincing herself whatever happened doesn't affect her. This was her defense mechanism. Going cold, once she knew her dignity, her pride, her ego, is affected. She just fucked her ex-husband, whom she still shared feelings with.

She's trying to be heartless, but spending days on Albert's ranch, his sunny ranch, taking care of his horses, his animals, and his orchard, listening to Albert drone off about his youth, made her soft.

And they both knew. Even if Anthony doesn't know the reason why.

He knew, that she's changed. For the better.

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[eljeebee]

Right Person, Wrong Circumstances (explicit) pt 13

Anthony kissed her forehead when he pulled away, and she shivered. Her lips chased his, hands going under his shirt, caressing his firm stomach. It traced down, down his soft tummy hairs, fingers almost dancing, reaching the waistband of his underwear. She felt him took a sharp breath. He caught her hand.

He clicked his tongue before giving her a peck on the lips. "Tsk, tsk. Not until you asked me to."

She frowned.

He kissed her frown away. "Come on, love. You can do it."

She felt herself clench. She whispered, "Fuck me, Tony."

And he did.

Priscilla could feel how he was holding back. It's been so long, since they'd have sex—made love—with each other. He was so gentle.

But she could feel him losing control. She whispered, whined, "Tony, harder."

He bit back a groan, "No..."

"Please," she whined, "please. Please-please-please—"

And he did. He thrusted into her, grinded into her, so passionate, so deep. She could feel it so so deep.

He made her come undone many times. Made her lose her mind. Made her forget their past, made her mind go blank. Made her just think the way his thick cock would bury deep in her cunt, how his head would kiss her cervix, and now, how his fingers thrust into her, curling it in that sweet sweet spot, a knot on her belly drawn tight, almost snapping.

She let out a squeal, "Tony, tony, tony, please pleaseplease—"

His grip on her hip tightened, curling his fingers faster, deeper, until her legs shivered, until she squirted into his already-wet hands, onto the bed sheets, for the nth time.

"Good," he inhaled, kissing her temple, as she let out a high-pitched moan, "good, good, my love, good."

He guided her, laid her down, brought up her knees to her chest, as he buried his cock deep inside her again.

Her eyes rolled, mouth hung open, hands gripped his hair tight as he touched their foreheads together.

He would make her come undone, again.

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Right Person, Wrong Circumstances pt 3

Lunch was over when Priscilla arrived in the city. The pilot and the security detail with her relayed that their flight for HQ will be postponed until tomorrow lunch.

"Right, let's get a little R&R," she said. "We're not on a mission but still, let's be vigilant. Keep lines clear from unnecessary chatter."

The crew would nod, before going on with their own business. As for Priscilla, she went for Uptown, where POI-7787, or known as Anthony Harrison, resides.

Priscilla arrived on the floor where Anthony Harrison lives.

As she was about to ring the doorbell, the door opened—by a maid.

"Oh—uh, visitor?" the maid asked.

Priscilla nodded. "For Anthony Harrison, yes."

The maid let her in.

"Is he home?" she asked.

"I think Mr. Harrison is upstairs on his office," the maid said. "If you want, I can—"

"You think?" Priscilla raised a brow. "Don't you work here?"

"Technically, yes but..."

"Well, get on it."

The maid's hand went to her hip, a frown on her lips. "Excuse me? I may be a maid, but not his maid. I'm part of the housekeeping services of this tower, and the units of several floors are serviced, meaning Mr. Harrison did not hire me."

"Ah," Priscilla crossed her arms, her face blank. "I assumed wrong."

"Well, stop assuming, miss," the maid hissed. She rolled her eyes, saying, "I'll call him for you." Then, she went inside.

Priscilla shook her head as she took a seat. She watched as the maid dial Anthony through the telephone near the entryway door.

"Mr. Harrison?" the maid said. "You have a visitor."

Upstairs, at the other end of the line, Anthony Harrison answered, "I'll be right there, thank you, Penny."

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Right Person, Wrong Circumstances pt 11

Anthony guided her to the next guest room, just in front of his bedroom.

Priscilla looked around. "I just noticed most of your doors have windows," she said, like an afterthought.

"Neat isn't it?"

Her eyes traced the furniture in the room. Magenta colored bed (of course), black desk and dressers, gilded mirror... the colors she'd choose, always. She looked at the lights on the wall, a wall light shaped like a golden shard, up to the ceiling. "Yeah. With the way your bedroom was designed, I can take a peek through it and see you fucking another woman."

When she didn't hear a reply, she looked back and saw Anthony looking exasperated.

"Brought any woman home?" She continued teasing, smirking.

"Enough with the fucking, Priscilla," He stepped forward. His hand touched her cheek, and she couldn't move herself. It felt heavy. And warm. Her body can't help but lean into it. "You know I'm not like that. I'd rather die than have someone else, instead of you."

Her lips hung open into a small gasp. She looked at him, fervent devotion seen through his eyes.

She looked away, pushing his hand away.

She looked at her feet, then looked around once more.

"Everything's gilded here," she whispered.

"Even the bathroom," he said.

She chuckled, surprised. "Really?"

"Check it out."

And there it was. A gilded sink, a high-tech toilet with the same color scheme, a gilded swan bathtub, and a robe in the hue of her favorite color.

She can't help but breathe out a laugh. "You're kidding me. A swan tub?"

Anthony shrugged, his lips curled upwards. "I remembered you wanted something like this before. You said you'd take long soaks on a swan tub, while I would sit by the tub, feeding you chocolate and wine..."

She sighed, "Too late now, though."

"I know."

She returned to the bedroom. They stood there for a moment.

"Can we try again, my love?"

Priscilla dared not to look back at him, for she knew she would melt at his warm gaze.

"Tony...Anthony, I'm sorry," she looked down. "I...I can't. Not now."

"Not now?" He echoed. "Seeing someone else?"

It didn't sound intruding, no, in fact he sounded like he was gently teasing.

She tried to bite back a smile. "No. No one."

"I hope you'll forgive me some day," Anthony sighed. "I'll be waiting for you."

He tried to touch her cheek again, but she pushed his hand away. She walked, briskly, leaving the bedroom.

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Right Person, Wrong Circumstances pt 7

"You still have that nutcracker?" Priscilla giggled, making a beeline to the little nook by the stairs.

Anthony hummed. He watched as Priscilla gently carried the nutcracker. He remembered how she dragged him to the aisle of christmas decors in a home depot, how she smiled at him as she showed this nutcracker. She would always look at something purple—or as she would correct, violet.

His heart panged; he can only admire—love her—from afar, even if she's an arm's length away.

"Why do you keep it?"

Anthony was brought back to his musing. Priscilla saw the way he smiled at her, so warm and endearing, and it made her look away. She returned the nutcracker to its original place.

"It's your favorite color."

Her lips frowned. Anthony did not saw it, but he knew, with the way her body tensed. He sighed, "Come on, let's go up."

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Right Person, Wrong Circumstances pt 10

Priscilla sat on the bed, while Anthony stood near her. She stared at the picture on the right wall. It was a picture of them.

She snorted, "You still have that picture of us?"

Anthony smiled, "Yes."

"Why?"

"I love you, Priscilla."

She looked up at him in shock. She slowly stood up, arms slowly uncrossing to her sides. She awkwardly let out a huff and a laugh, "R-Really? I thought it was there so you can make your maid look at your ex-wife while you fuck her."

"Priscilla," he said sternly.

She scoffed, "I said, I thought."

She walked past him. "I'm gonna check out your bathroom."

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Right Person, Wrong Circumstances pt 9

After a game of speed chess, Anthony watched Priscilla plop herself down on his couch. He sat down adjacent to her.

"Well?"

"Comfy," she noted.

She caught a glimpse of a lamp with a violet heart as its body. She sat up straight, smiling.

"Really, Tony?" she let out a chuckle, motioning to the lamp. "This doesn't even match the furniture here! You could've done red."

It was the first time that she regarded him by his nickname, and she didn't even notice it. He chose not to mention it, feeling giddy, and replied, "I know, but it's purp—violet."

Her lips went thin. She doesn't know whether to feel annoyed or not. Annoyed by what? Him? Who still loves her? What can she do? Get more angry? But why? Doesn't she feel the same way? "Whatever," she muttered.

She looked back, and said, "Nice little gym you have. We had a bigger one before, though."

Anthony hummed. "Little, yes, but it does help me keep in shape."

Priscilla nodded.

"Want to check out my bedroom?"

Her head sharply snapped to him, eyebrows furrowed. "Harrison," she warned.

Anthony help up his hands, "I told you, I'm here to give you a tour. I won't do anything that you don't like."

She looked at him for a moment, thinking.

"Alright."

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Right Person, Wrong Circumstances pt 1

On a chilly spring night in Rancho Lucio, as Albert was busy filing backlogged reports, their phone rings. Priscilla gave him a glance before returning to her book, as he answered the call.

"Albert Lucio speaking," he said.

He listened at the other end as the caller spoke.

"I'll keep this call short and brief," they said. "We're reassigning Imera in a new assignment. Send her to POI-7787. Tell her we need him."

"With all due respect, Director," Albert's voice sound tensed. "There's a reason we kicked him out. Have you forgotten what he did?"

"I haven't, but he's the right person for the job, along with Imera," the voice said, exasperated. "Look, Albert, I know this is a bad idea either, but it's the top brass."

Albert sighed. The Director continued, "I'll send her his address later."

"You won't even explain?"

"Sorry, pal," The Director chuckled dryly. "Tell her she's also needed in HQ. We'll explain the mission details there, then she can relay it to you."

Priscilla noted how Albert's mood dropped. She stood up to place back the book she was reading.

When she looked back, Albert was hanging up.

"Thank you, Director," Albert said. "Priscilla will see you as soon as possible."

Priscilla's brow shot up. She did hear him say Director, but this got her interest.

She approached him, who was in deep thought, standing by his desk.

"Sounds serious," Priscilla said, hand on her hip. "Is our little vacation finished?"

Albert sighed, "I don't know, kid."

He went and sat on the couch, Priscilla following suit.

"Come on, old man," Priscilla nudged him. "What did they tell you? Is it about me? Are they sending me back to HQ? Am I finished serving my probation?"

"No, Priscilla," Albert chuckled. "They're sending you to POI-7787. We need him for another mission."

"Anthony Harrison," Priscilla muttered.

Albert nodded. "We're forming an alliance with him. You know how he works when he was still with us, so you're also assigned in this operation, not just an operative, but to also keep an eye on him."

Priscilla groaned, leaning back to the couch. "So why do I have to go?"

"They want you to tell him in person," Albert explained. "They deemed it risky to send him a message. Someone might intercept."

He looked at Priscilla, whose mood had turned sour. Who wouldn't? You send a person to someone who had broken her heart and her trust, do you think that would go well?

He sighed, pushing up his glasses. "I'm sorry, Priscilla. I'm sure the Director had tried any other options, but you'll have to face him again."

Priscilla took a deep breath.

"I don't want it either," Albert continued. "I don't know what kind of betrayal he'll do when you're alone with him."

Priscilla burst out a chuckle with that statement. She looked at him, her golden eyes glowed as she willed out her spectral crown of eyes and three pairs of spectral arms. "Albert, I'd do more than just return his betrayal. I could rip his heart out with these, beat him into a pulp."

A pair of her spectral arms pumped its fists together. Albert shook his head, chuckling. "I know, kid. I know. But that's not what I meant. He hurt you—your heart. I don't want you loosing your mind over a person who played with it."

Priscilla paused, before giving him a small smile as her spectral crown and arms disappeared, the glow of her eyes, gone. "I can do it, Albert. You don't have to worry."

Albert returned her smile. "Let's take a rest, I'm sure you'll have to be up tomorrow."

"Is he living somewhere far?" Priscilla snorted as they both left the office.

"Who knows? The Director will send you his address anytime soon."

The next morning, Priscilla had to woke up around five in the morning.

She had received Harrison's address on her terminal, and it's in a city. The same city where she and Harrison...started. From dating to marriage, to divorce.

Priscilla gazed out of her window for a moment, watching as the dazzling stars still light up the sky. She doesn't know what to feel right now, or for later when she meets him again.

Whatever, she thought. I just need a bubble bath.

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Right Person, Wrong Circumstances pt 14

Priscilla doesn't know what time it was. Neither does Anthony. And she doesn't mind. She felt light.

She laid on his chest, his humming rumbling on his chest, lulling her to sleep especially when she felt warm with his heated skin and the blanket on top of them.

"Will you leave?" He asked, voice sounded tired, but he sounded satisfied.

"I got to check in at the hotel. My detail is there," she said, trying to talk. She felt like she was in cloud nine. It felt good. Felt good, fucked by someone. Someone like Anthony.

"Do they monitor you now?" His voice rumbled through his chest as he laughed.

She smiled, cheeks squished, "No. My things are there though."

"I can pick it up."

"It's late. I got all I need here anyway."

She didn't reiterate. Was it him she needed? Or did she meant he got food, or a washer and dryer, or the swan tub? Anthony chose to ignore it, and asked again. "Then, will you stay?"

She thought for a moment.

"It's alright, if you don't want to."

"I'll stay."

He sighed contentedly. His hand that was caressing her back went down her butt and squeezed it. She whined.

"Tooonnyyy," she nuzzled her chest, "stop."

He chuckled, bringing back his hand on her shoulder. He hummed.

And they both fell asleep.

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Right Person, Wrong Circumstances pt 12

"Priscilla, wait!" Anthony followed her down the stairs. "Please."

He blocked her way, his hands on the side of her arms, squeezing it gently as if to say, Please, stop.

"Tony—Harrison, I can't, I'm sorry," she said, trying to avoid him, but he blocked her again. "I don't want to do it. Do...do something!"

"What? What something?"

"Something that I know I wanted, something that I know it should've been!"

"What? Darling, what is it that you want?"

Priscilla let out a yell of frustration. "I—I still want you! I still love you, Tony! I want to go back to you, I want to, but it hurt when you betrayed me! You broke my heart! I thought we go well together, but we didn't, because you went with something logical when the logical option is leaving me behind that day because you knew—you knew my wounds would heal by itself, you knew I won't die, but you cared so much you almost killed civilia—"

He kissed her.

Time had stopped, at least for her. Or them. She felt as if this was her first kiss, with the way her heart skipped a beat, heat pooling down the pits of her belly.

She closed her eyes, and kissed him back.

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Right Person, Wrong Circumstances pt 8

Priscilla looked around as soon as she got to the second floor. She stepped forward, smiling a little, "Is that your living room?"

Hand on his hip, he smiled, "Uh-huh."

"I love open spaces," she muttered, before looking back at Anthony. She stopped, noticing the painting by the stairs. "The Kiss?"

He nodded, following her gaze. They stared at it for a moment. Priscilla thought of a retort, but bit it down, because she knew what his reply would be: "Because it reminds me of you". And it's true. How many times have they held each other like this? How many times have she felt bliss just like the woman in the painting? How many times were they lost in love and pleasure just like the couple in the painting? Many. And Anthony intends to remind himself of it by looking at it.

Luckily, he chose not to talk about it and instead directed her to the chess table.

"Come on, check this out," Anthony beckoned her to sit down at the opposite chair. He knew she wouldn't ask, and she's thankful enuogh not to say anything about their relationship. "Care a game of chess?"

"You're on."

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Right Person, Wrong Circumstances pt 6

Priscilla watched as Anthony cleaned up their dishes.

"I visited you again on your old home, you know," Anthony said. "You weren't there anymore. They demolished it."

"Of course they would," Priscilla scoffed. "You knew the place, and you lost their trust. They moved me somewhere else."

"With the old man?"

"Which old man?" Priscilla looked at him with a small grin. "The director or the handler?"

Anthony chuckled. "The handler."

Priscilla chuckled back. "Yeah."

Again, silence.

"Do you want a tour around the unit?"

"W-What?" Priscilla blurted.

"I mean you came here to consult me, no? And it's done," Anthony shrugged. "We've got nothing else to do, and your flight to HQ isn't until tomorrow."

Priscilla thought for a moment.

"You did say this is a nice—"

"Alright, alright," Priscilla raised a hand. Rolling her eyes, she said, "Give me a tour."

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Right Person, Wrong Circumstances pt 5

As Anthony prepared lunch, Priscilla watched from the dining table.

He said, "I'm surprised you found out where I'm living. I thought we're staying out of each other's way?"

"You know I have my ways," Priscilla replied, "They wanted to recruit you, again. Not under them this time, though, no. You're a contracted agent, not their agent."

"Aww," he cooed. "I thought they'll hire me back."

"Not with the fiasco you did before."

"Glad they chose me for this," Anthony said. He and Priscilla are now enjoying the lunch he made. "Smart for them to send one of you here, instead of just sending an encrypted message."

"They couldn't think of someone else," Priscilla replied. She tried not to give any comments with his cooking, afraid she'll get nostalgic. She loves whatever he cooks, and she doesn't need nostalgia right now. "It may be risky but having an alliance with you...and whoever your organization is, would be best in this operation."

"I work alone," he stated, voice almost soft.

Priscilla paused. She stared at her food. "Oh."

Just like what she prefers on missions. Just like what she said on their quarrel.

Silence.

"How's that for you?"

"Good," Anthony replied. He changed the topic. "Any details?"

She shook her head. "No, I'm going to HQ tomorrow to report. They said they'll explain everything there."

"Will you be coming back to relay it to me?"

"Maybe, maybe not," she shrugged. "Or, yeah, maybe. Somewhere, in a safehouse. I'll arrange that...maybe. Don't get your hopes up."

Silence again.

"I thought they'd never forgive me from...from last time."

"They haven't," Priscilla placed down her utensil. "It's also why I was assigned with you, in this mission. To keep an eye on you."

"Ah, so they still haven't."

She didn't reply, so they continuted eating.

Anthony spoke again," This doesn't bother you?"

"No," Priscilla shook her head, finishing her lunch. "It's just work."

Anthony gave her a small smile, though it never reaches his eyes. "Of course."

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Right Person, Wrong Circumstances pt 4

The maid had returned in the entryway, this time with Anthony Harrison.

"Thanks again, Penny," Anthony smiled at the maid. The maid gave him a small smile. Before she left, she gave Priscilla a mean look, saying, "I'd give your visitor a talk, if I were you."

Priscilla chose to ignore her. When they were finally left alone, she stood up. "I actually thought you were hiring maids now."

Anthony chuckled, "I don't. This unit is serviced."

"I know, she told me," she huffed.

He invited her in, saying, "I hope you weren't that hostile."

"A little," she said. Priscilla looked around. "Nice place," she noted.

"Anything I can do for you? Have you eaten? It's past lunch," he went to the kitchen. He looked back and saw her standing there, unsure. "Will you be going to just stand there?"

Priscilla huffed, before walking forward.

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Right Person, Wrong Circumstances pt 2

Albert Lucio, who was waiting by their truck, went to see what's taking Priscilla Wuest so long. He saw her petting Pierre.

"Wish me luck, huh, buddy?" Priscilla muttered, rubbing his neck. Pierre neighed, nuzzling her chest, as if to say, "Whatever you do, I'm here for you when you get home".

And then, Albert is off to drop Priscilla off to the nearest airport, where a jet will pick her up, paid by her bosses. Her first stop? The city.

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[eljeebee]

all in all, priscilla and tony's current story will run through 15 parts! i have it drafted already and will release it gradually. usually at night, either twice or thrice. if you miss it, don't worry, i have the previous parts linked, as well as the next parts at every bottom of the post!