Summary: While on a mission, Ethan joins uninvited and things take a turn...

Warnings: Kind of spicy? A little? Pocito Spicito? Lol.

A/N: Inspired by that scene in MI: II with the theif girl in the bath chamber and Ethan...that scene. Also...that gif above...*sighs*

Words: 1460

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Alright, you take a deep breath before plunging into the routine of your mission. He's not gonna interfere with this one, but even if he does...just...go through with it. Yeah, just get the mission done, no matter what. Even if you have to sit on freaking Ethan Hunt's head whilst you work. Luckily it hasn't come to that. But there's always a first and wouldn't it just suck if this was that first? Well, you sigh and press your back to the door, you'll just have to find out.

Someone flicks a light off down the hall.

Go time.

You walk on the bare balls of your feet soundlessly into the cover of darkness, feeling your way along the corridor until your fingers slip into a nook. You press on what feels like wood and it creaks. A door. Straining your eyes in the dark, you look for any danger. None so far. Just to be safe, you slip a pair of sunglasses out of your pocket and slide them onto your face. At the gentle touch on the left hinge of the glasses, green fuzzy light floods the darkened lenses, giving you nightvision and heat signatures. Perfect. Everything is rolling smoothly. You bend down enough to grab the lockpick in your pant leg and fit it into the door's keyhole.

Three twists is all it takes and the door is open.

You're in.

Silent as the grave, you glide across the tile floor of what appears to be a large bathing chamber. Possibly joined to a bedroom. Inside, you locate the bath and behind it, the tiles hiding some sort of serum that needs to be confiscated. Smiling in the dark to yourself, you hurry towards the secret compartment by the tub and quietly croach down at it. Your hand flies to your belt where a handy tool should lazer the floor and remove the tile. But before you're able to free the object of interest, someone slips into the room. You go rigid. Then, a dim light it turned on. You whip around to hurt whoever it is. Not caring about if you kill or simple injure then when an arm crushes yours into your sides and a hand claps over your mouth.

Muffled by the familiar texture of skin, you snarl. "Screw you, Ethan."

A throaty chuckle rumbles against your shoulder. "What was that? Couldn't really hear you, (Y/N)."

Still fuming, you knock his arm off you and personally rip his hand away from your mouth so you can spin and face him. "I said piss OFF! This is my mission you douchebag! Why the Hell do you keep ruining this for me?"

"Ruining?" Ethan frowns. "I'm helping you, (Y/N)."

"Stop it."

"What?"

"Stop saying my name like some prayer, I'm not gonna spare you from my righteous wrath." You snap as you take off the night vision glasses and tuck them away.

"Alright," Ethan's hands fly up in surrender. "(Y/N/N)."

Scowling like the devil you turn away from him and back towards the secret tile. Now if you could just get close enough to open it up without Ethan ruining anything more than he already has by showing up on your mission, that would be just wonderful. Except you can feel him joining you, leaning over the tub's edge to see what it is you've come for. And what he has, judging by his presence.

His annoying, infuriating presence.

"Under there?" He asks stupidly.

"God yes, Ethan. Why the Hell are you here if you don't even know what this freaking mission is?" You groan.

"I already said, I wanted to-"

"Help." You roll your eyes and hang your head at an angle, catching Ethan's green sincere eyes. "How exactly are you going to-"

Footsteps. They were coming down the hall!

"Like THIS!"

Ethan wrapped his arms around you and flipped the both of you over into the tub, taking you down on top of him. He stifled a grunt as he landed on the hard surface and you bit down so hard on your tongue to keep from growling in pure fury at the closeness between you. God knew what trouble you'd be in if you didn't press your body intimately close to his. Churning like a storm, you begrudgingly laid your arms out on either side of Ethan's head and let your body sink against his. You could feel his chest rising and falling beneath yours and his legs, one inside your thigh, the other outside your opposite thigh. Most embarrassing was the slight bulge in his pants which didn't go unnoticed. You'd never been this close to anybody so for all you knew that was normal.

I freaking hope, you think through gritted teeth.

While the footsteps approach and you simmer, Ethan simply lays comfortably beneath your weight, his eyes flickering between yours. You draw in your lower lip in annoyance, suddenly noticing the glimmer of desire in Ethan's eyes as he watches your mouth move with rapture. Shockingly, the furrow in his brow and fire in his eyes makes you feel a little warm in all sorts of wrong places. Where your lower bodies are pressed together, it feels as if you're both humming. Like a kitten's pleased purr, only far less innocent.

You aren't even paying attention to the issue that landed you and Ethan in this situation anymore. Instead, the anger fizzles into nothing. You gaze deep into the dark green orbs that have until tonight only incited frustration. Ethan's nose is a hair away from yours. Your hands hover near his ears and his slowly climb from the tub sides to your hips, gripping gently and yet firmly. You draw in a sharp breath that encourages a bit of a smirk out of Ethan, though the concentration remains clear on his features.

Handsome features, you realize. Oh the double take you have as you admire the slight crooked bridge of his nose and the thin line of his lips and gorgeous, full brows that are knotted. And of course, his eyes. And his hair. Looking at the slightly long waves that he's let grow out tempts you so that your hands move mindlessly. It's too late to pull them back as they finger the ends of the brown locks and begin to work their way up and into his scalp. Ethan bites his lip and his eyes fall closed. Your frown, long since having relaxed into a resting expression, curls into a soft smile.

One Ethan almost misses.

But you want him to know.

You want him to feel your smile.

So you break every boundary with this impossibly annoying and interfering man and lean down towards his face, growing pink at the brush of his nose against yours before your lips touch his. Ethan does not react at first. You do the reacting. You part your lips enough to take some of his into your mouth, firing up the kiss, your first real kiss outside of mission 'seductions' and 'roles'. He tastes so sweet and raw. He tastes like you'd expect. Life. Honey and sweat, blood and linens, coffee and dirt. He even smells good, even if it is a mixture of perspiration and whatever cologne he sprayed this morning. You lose yourself in the kiss, realizing that Ethan's simply kneading your hips and hardly kissing back, just letting you take the lead.

Gosh are you enjoying it.

And then, just as you lose your breath and endurance, Ethan kisses fully back and you can't help but moan.

A little too loudly.

Ethan's hands grow still. His lack of touching makes you burn. "Shhh. You're gonna get us in trouble, (Y/N/N)."

You smile against his lips. "Hm? What did you say? I can't hear you."

Ethan opens his eyes and looks at you with adoration. "God you are beautiful-"

You slap your hand over his mouth. "Shhh. You're gonna get us in trouble, Mr. Hunt."

The words are meant to be mocking, but you can feel Ethan's lips curl into one of his toothy grins beneath your palm as he gently draws your hand away and lifts your knuckles to his mouth in a soft kiss.

"You're the only one I'd ever want to get in trouble with, Ms. (Y/L/N)."

"Then let's get in trouble." You murmur.

Still smiling, Ethan leans up to capture you in a passionate kiss. You crumble against him, not caring if you get in trouble. Sure, you'd have to fight your way out, but you don't mind. All that's on your mind is Ethan Hunt. But this time, you aren't worried about him crashing your mission...you're hoping he'll crash each one and seal it with a kiss as good as this.