forum Spies One-On-One (Closed)

Started June 07, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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“I feel the same way,” Anya laughed, leaning her head back on his shoulder. She refocused her attention on the screen just in time to see Buttercup get on a horse. “Ugh, I missed the climax again.”

"Hm… Sorry about that," Spencer apologized, wrapping an arm around her. "Do you want me to rewind it?"

“Nah.” She looked up at him again. “We’ll just have to do this again sometime.”

Spencer smiled down at her. "Yeah. We will," he agreed softly.

(kinda wants them to kiss, kinda wants to make them wait until the first date)

//saaammmmeeeee
tHE FLUFF
I LUV IT

Anya (wait what do I do now)

(Lol.
Agreed.)

(Uh… They could actually make a plan for getting the president and his daughter to the base…?)

//oh
Right
Plot

“We really should make a plan,” Anya said, making no effort to do so.

(Lol. The plot literally has so many loopholes, we could interpret them as we wish.)

"Mm-hm," Spencer agreed, looking into Anya's eyes.

//ikr

“Seriously, though,” Anya said, again making no effort to move. “We do need a plan.”

"Yeah, I know," Spencer murmured, also not moving. Well, he didn't move away… He rested his forehead against Anya's for a moment, still holding eye contact.

Anya sighed. “For reals.”

(Hm… Should I…? Nah, I'll leave it for now.)

Spencer pulled back with a sigh of his own. "Yes, Anya. I know." He stood and held out his hand for her. "There's an office next to my bedroom. We can go there."

//lol same tho

“Works for me.” Anya took Spencer’s hand and allowed him to pull her to her feet.

(I was gonna have Spence do something, but I decided to wait…)

"Great." Spencer led Anya to the office, shutting the door behind them. He found a seat behind a desk and gestured for Anya to sit across from him. Jokingly, he steepled his fingers, a small smile playing on his lips. "Please, take a seat."

“Thank you,” Anya said, smiling as she took her seat. “I’m so glad you could make time in your busy schedule to see me.”

"Ah, it was nothing. I just had to cancel a few meetings and my death," Spencer said, waving it off.

“Well, I’m very grateful,” Anya said solemnly. “Shall we discuss our currently most pressing matter?”

Spencer nodded. "Of course. So… How are we going to get the president of the United States and his only daughter, not to mention only child, back to the secret base?"

“I honestly only have two ideas, both of which involve first degree murder that we should be able to plead ‘self-defense’ for committing, running as fast as possible, jumping from one roof to another, and pesto aioli sandwiches,” Anya said, her expression one of a serious person, her hands crossed in front of her. “Both plans would, hypothetically, work, and we all would, hypothetically, survive.”

"Hm… Are said sandwiches prosciutto and mozzarella, by any chance?" Spencer asked, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the desk and his chin on his hands.

“See, I like a man who asks the real questions,” Anya smirked, leaning forwards as well. “And yes, they are.”

Spencer smiled and slammed his hand down onto the table, exclaiming, "Perfect! Well, there's the plan, then."

//lol

Anya smiled back, unperturbed by Spencer’s sudden movement. “It should work beautifully.” She sat back in her seat.

"Okay, we should probably make an actual plan, now," Spencer admitted, laughing a bit.