The Way Down
A loud gasping sound emanated from behind you. You sighed, pulling the blade out of the goon's head you'd just impaled like you were trying to get a high score in Fruit Ninja. The skull made a rather disgusting squelching sound as you pulled the blade free.
"Now that's what good pussy sounds like," you heard Wade's voice say, tone lilting with not-so-quiet glee. Your expression turned into a grimace and Wade's answering giggle let you know that that was exactly the kind of response he was after.
"Wilson," you said by way of greeting. The man in question walks up behind you, making a show of sniffing at your hair and brushing his fingers down your spine. You try not to give away how much you love his hands on you and instead shuffle out of arms' reach and wipe your blade off on the corpse at your feet.
"My darling. My baby bear. My boo. You know how I love watching you rip the entrails out of all these little fuckers, but I'm thinking what with the cops on the way and us having murdered a whole floor of people- maybe we should go." Wade's fingers appeared back on your hips.
Ah, so you were breaking the charade, apparently. It was a little fucked up, sure, but you both loved to treat missions like these as foreplay. Living out the beginning of your relationship over again as some kinky fuck-fest.
"You're ruining my fun, Wade," you mock-pouted. While you couldn't see the face underneath, you knew he was pouting right back at you.
"I know, honey. I wish we had time to fuck over on that water bed over there, but I don't feel like getting my back channel plundered by an alco at the station this morning. Though, maybe we have time for just the tip? Huh, what do you say?"
Your lips quirked amusedly, but any response you were about to put out died at the sound of bashing against the door at the end of the hall. Cops worked quick, it seemed.
"Escape now, flirt and fuck later, yeah?"
"Oh, don't promise me with a good time," he replied conspiratorially. "Alright, boo bear, me thinks it's time to go. Come on, I fashioned us a good-old-fashioned sheet rope so we can escape out into the night."
You make sure that Wade went first so that he got a grade-a look at your ass on the way down.