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Oh So Tempting

Pairing: Ari Levinson x female Reader (cover name 'Spencer Thomas', used sparingly)

Summary: Having a crush on your mission leader was a bad choice. Especially for a highly dangerous mission, in which one mistake meant death. Dancing around temptation and hopping between giving in and staying strong is dangerous. As dangerous as the mission itself. Luckily Ari Levinson is one hell of a skilled Agent and Man.

Warnings: the reader is thirsting after Ari a little, allusions to suggestive themes/thoughts but no explicit mention, Ari is a warning on it itself, he also is only ever half-dressed in this

Wordcount: 5.2 K

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A/N: This was requested by the wonderful @drabblewithfrannybarnes, Carly I hope you do enjoy this 💚

The last of these neat bts scenes (provided by the lovely @luvinchris) was quite the inspiration for the last scene, have fun with that info 😏

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Ari Levinson was the epitome of Man. Heart of Gold and a body carved out of the finest Marmor. He was a protector, fierce and strong.

He was her mission leader. And her fellow Agent.

Her crush.

Because as a Mossad agent, a trained assassin, she apparently still could develop a childish, stupid crush - rivaling that of every teenager - on a man so beautiful even god would weep seeing him.

It was the stupidly groomed and full beard and that long mop of hair, looking shinier than the finest silk and softer than the softest fabric in the world. Or his mind-blowingly long lashes, any woman would be jealous of, together with these blue eyes. Bluer than the sky. Deeper than the ocean. They held so much emotion, barely giving one a glimpse of the seemingly endless wit and intelligence this man possessed.

Whatever it was, it was getting her in trouble. The mission was dangerous. They were in enemy territory, always alert, always watching out. She couldn’t be distracted.

Ari wasn’t making it any easier for her with his tight, scandalously short pants, that simply cupped his ass. They made the roundness of it pop, like a perfect apple you wanted to sink your teeth in. Not that she ever thought of something like that. Not to mention the shirts he only ever buttoned up halfway, giving away a peek of his chest, dusted with a fine coat of hair and the perfectly chiseled pecs and abs hiding behind.

The flight to Sudan was torturous, the worst flight she had ever had. She wasn't even able to blame all the smoke clouding the small, cramped space of the plane as most of the other passengers smoked. No, it was entirely Ari in that blue shirt and jacket, looking like a runway model rather than an agent on a secret mission. She had barely been able to keep her eyes from him - which really, they wanted to be subtle, get through the checks easily. With Jake being dragged off by some guards she was on edge, then she lost herself once again in Ari and nearly missed her turn to present her fake passport. She recovered but barely so.

One little fact made everything even worse for her: Her identity. Her fake identity. Spencer Thomas, born in the United States, studied business at the same university she first met her future husband. At first, they were acquaintances, losing touch after their graduation but a chance meeting in a diner at an airport, both of them stranded by bad weather, brought them together. Even the strain of him leaving for his next anthropology expedition, the separation of thousands of miles hadn’t stopped them. They had been together ever since and married shortly after.

She could have killed Ethan for that identity. What she should have done, was argue it was too much of a liability. A danger since both the Sudanese government could use that fact as leverage as well as the not-so-friendly other groups they had surely roused with their runover of a road blockage.

Now it was too late.

They had been here for over two weeks now, almost three. Their first rescue mission was successfully accomplished the previous night. It had been late for everyone but since they had a bunch of - accidental - German tourists, none of them had been able to sleep in. Except for Ari.

Everyone was already busy: there was breakfast to be served and cleaned up, guest laundry and bedding to wash, shopping to be done and classes to be held. Still, Ari didn’t show up to anything. To her personally, it was a blessing. No Ari meant no distraction for her, no getting lost in his good looks, no catching herself ogling him, no inappropriate thoughts about his sinful thighs and biceps or that killer smile and tuft of chest hair he showed off all the time. No, she simply could slave away in the kitchen without a distraction, nearly single-handedly preparing breakfast for an entire hotel and now washing up too. She’d hoped some of the hotel staff would help with the food from now on, but the organization of it all was still lacking.

Footsteps coming closer alerted her, yet she didn’t look up when she heard someone enter, thinking it would be Rachel or even Sam.

“Morning.” Ari’s voice caught her off guard. Her head shot up and she scrambled, nearly dropping the glass in her hands. So he was up after all.

“Morning,” she answered him, trying to stay cool and calm her beating heart again. Her hands were covered in slippery, soapy water, bubbles coating her fingers up to her knuckles as she scrubbed away at plates and glasses. He always managed to catch her off guard, to surprise her. No one else could make her lose her composure so fast, it was infuriating. She was a trained professional for fucks sake. She shouldn’t even bat an eye.

“There is still some leftover food from breakfast if you want. It’s probably already cold though.” She heard him grunt, the small noise sent a shiver up her spine. Her hand barely shook as she briefly lifted it out of the sink and pointed to the side, where the food was stashed. Some water dripped onto the floor before she put her hands back into the sink.

Ruffling could be heard and as she glanced to the side she gasped quietly. Ari’s broad and nacked back faced her as he stood before the leftover spreads, picking some of the food up with his hands and stuffing it in his mouth. While he still chewed he brushed off the crumbles from his fingers. Quickly she focused back on the sink. She felt his presence coming up behind her, guessing that he was probably leaning against the table in the middle of the room.

“Do you by any chance still have some coffee?” He asked her, mouth still half full and chewing his food.

“There is.” Shaking her hands off, some of the soot flew over the edge of the sink, a small soapy bubble flew up in the air nearly landing on her nose, as she turned toward the odd-looking coffee jug. She hadn’t exactly figured out what it was, a jug or a pot, yet, but it seemed like a local appliance and the coffee made with it tasted better than any coffee she had ever had from a machine. It was even still warm. Filling the dark liquid into a cup, the fine herb aroma spread through the small kitchen.

She turned around with the cup, nearly letting it drop. Only at the last moment she was able to compose herself. Her grip around the handle tightened as she held it out towards the man. The half-naked man, only glad in a flimsy pair of cotton underpants. Not even shorts. Ari briefly shot her a questioning look, curiosity flashing in his eyes before he leaned forward and took the cup from her.

“Thanks,” he told her, smiling at her. With a small nod he took a sip. His face twisted in pleasure and he let out a small moan. Heat crept up her neck, her mind immediately jumped to much different scenarios, wondering if he had a similar face or noises then too.

“Good?” Biting her lip she watched as he leaned back against the table.

“Good.” He answered her, one hand leaning on the top, his legs casually crossed. And if that wasn’t bad enough with his tantalizing pants hiding nothing, tempting her to have her eyes dip down and catch a glance, he kept watching her while sipping his coffee.

“Is there…something else?” Her voice was slightly higher than usual as she desperately tried holding onto every last part of her will. Her skin felt hot and she swore for once she wasn’t sweating from the general heat but from his burning look.

“There is a diving class starting in a little bit. Will you join me?”

“I’m not finished with the dishes.” Maybe her answer came too fast, shot out too quickly. Having to stay close to him was torture for her, it made her brain shortcircuit. Ari tutted and put his cup down.

“Come on. Everyone is going onto the dive. It would look questionable if you weren’t going to. You know my-”

“- Don’t say it!” She interrupted him, warned him, her finger pointing at his chest. He loved to remind her of her fake identity. Frustrated, she chewed on her bottom lip. He was right. Damn him for it. Dropping her hand, she sighed, “Fine. But it’s your fault if there’ll be bugs in the kitchen.”

Ari shook his head and simply grinned at her. Together they left the kitchen. She trudged slowly behind him, not entirely mad she had to follow. That way she could at least ogle his perfect butt for a while. On their way out he managed to ask some of the staff to take over the kitchen, and just like that she was reminded again that he indeed was their team leader.

The terrace opened directly into the beach, the shore in front of them just a couple of meters away. It was a nice place, idyllic even if you could ignore where you were and what else might be going on in the area around. Just to the right of the hotel sat the dock and the small shack that held all the diving equipment and the wetsuits. Assembled on the wooden fixture were already a small group of tourists and the rest of the team. And of course, they were all already wearing their equipment. Rachel looked up at Ari and her before Jake spoke up,

“There you are. There are still wetsuits in the shack. Hurry up. We’ve been just waiting for you.”

Ari walked over to the shack, opening the door and motioning for her to enter first. She walked into the small hut, bare lit only by the cracks in between the wooden panels. It smelled a little musty and heavily salty. There were still a bunch of wetsuits both hanging on some hooks on the wall and piled on top of a small table. Looking through them she grabbed one that seemed to be for women and her size. Ari had grabbed one too. As she looked over at him, he was already watching her or rather her choice of clothing. Raising one eyebrow, he at least had the idea to look a little guilty.

“You don’t usually wear anything under a wetsuit.” Heat started to creep up her neck and face until all she could feel was warmth.

“Spencer?” He asked her and she swallowed. Briefly, she glanced down at her body before she nodded.

"Uhm, alright.." Looking around the shack only solidified what she already knew. It was tight and there was barely enough space for Ari to even stand up straight. No less big enough for both of them to hide and change in peace, “Turn around and don’t peek!”

He nodded, and the serious Ari, her team leader, was back again. In a way, it calmed her and made her hands less shaky as she also turned around, nearly too late. Ari was already pulling his shorts down, flashing the top of his buttcheeks to her. She felt even hotter now, her breath unsteady.

First to go were her shorts. Immediately afterward she slipped into the wetsuit, shimming it up to her hips. The next thing to go was her top. She tugged it over her head and let it drop to the floor of the shack and then she hesitated. Briefly turning towards Ari, she could see him still occupied with getting the suit over his broad shoulders. She watched him hop a little, almost hitting his head on the ceiling.

With a calming breath, she reached toward her back. There was a small clink the clasp of her bra made as it opened. She watched the piece of clothing slide to the floor. A small breeze, coming through a crack in the wall, caressed her skin, reminding her of her uncovered state. Hurriedly she started to shove her arms into the suit, pulling it over her shoulders. It fit like a second skin, tight and almost on its own covering all the important parts, even without the zip pulled up. Which was good because the zipper turned out to be her enemy.

She pulled and pulled on it but it wouldn’t budge or go any further than belly button height. Her fingers kept slipping, the tiny metal piece uncooperative. It made her huff and swear under her breath.

A shadow appeared behind her, Ari’s tall build towered over her. She froze in her movement as his hand reached out, pulling her hand from the offending metal clip.

“Let me help you,” he murmured, turning her around. Looking up at him she swallowed hard, barely nodding. He kept looking at her with this intensity in his eyes, patiently waiting for her permission. Once she gave it his hands reached for the zipper. Softly she gasped. It felt intimate. Too intimate. It made her head spin, so many thoughts - too many of them inappropriate - zipping around. His face was concentrated, his forehead slightly wrinkled and his lips puckered. His soft, plush lips looked so kissable at that moment, it was all she could think about besides the fact that his knuckles were brushing over her exposed skin. As the zipper moved up, he came ever closer to the valley of her breasts. Then his fingers graced over them, over the wetsuit. The sensation made her dizzy. Until his knuckles hit her chin when he reached the top.

“Sorry,” he told her, brushing his thumb over her skin. She shook her head, brain too fried with thoughts about him.

“T-thank you.” The words barely came out of her. Both of them were quiet, simply looking at the other. Something was brewing in the air between them when the door smacked against the wall.

“Are you ready? You are keeping the entire group up?” Sam grouched making them scatter. Ari was the first to follow Sam out, leaving her alone in the shack. She took a moment, one she definitely needed to calm down and sort her thoughts. With her composure back she joined the group outside. Max helped her step onto the boat and it was as if nothing happened. Ari was in the other boat not even looking at her as they set sail.

Poppy, upbeat music poured out of the small player stacked upon some crates in what was usually the dining area of the hotel. The tables and chairs were cleared to make room for the aerobics class Rachel was currently holding. How she managed to memorize the entire choreography so fast was unknown to Spencer but she guessed it was like learning how to fight in a way. Something her blonde colleague was a specialist in.

The class was a hit. The group participating was big. Sam and Ari were following along in the back too, getting some of the training in, all of them secretly did to stay fit. Even Max beside her behind the counter was following the motions, hopping along to the beat.

She would have never believed they would pull off running a hotel but here they were. Already months into the mission and it seemed like a full success. Even the multiple rescue missions - their actual reason to be here - in the night were pulled off fabulously, each more successful than the one before.

There was a small break in the program, a resting minute as the current segment of the workout ended. Rachel looked over at her, smiling and waving her over. She laughed and shook her head.

“No,” she told Rachel after she waved her hand again, inviting her to join. Briefly, she glanced over at Ari. He was sweaty and even if he looked a little out of his element he was pulling all the movements off with a grace that baffled her. There was no way she would be even half as graceful as Ari or Rachel.

It was already hard enough for her not to get distracted by him, while she was sorting papers behind the reception desk, joining the class would be her end. She looked over at him once more, eyeing his tan skin glistening with the film of sweat on him. His hair looked ruffled and even fluffier than usual. He looked cute. Biting her lip, she turned back towards the papers, for once too distracted by them to notice Ari coming up behind her.

When two hands landed on her hips and jerked her against a sweaty chest she flinched, a startled squeak leaving her lips.

“Come on, sweetheart.” Ari pretended to whisper in her ear but said the words loud enough for everyone to hear. He poked her in the side, making her drop the papers on the counter to try and dodge his next poke. A laugh left her lips as she shook her head.

“No, Guy,” she told him but he kept poking her in the side, making her giggle. His fingers started to skim over her sides. She scrambled to grab his hands to stop him from tickling her.

“Come on, baby.” The pet name - even if it was only for the sake of their cover - made her heart soar. She went limp in his arms, hands loosening their grip. No word wanted to leave her mouth so she just shook her head slightly. How could she resist when he called her that?

Rachel clapped her hands, alerting the guests to pay attention again. She started counting for them to get back into the rhythm. The next move was a punch-like motion, something that seemed very much like a boxing move to her, as the blond jutted her hips out with each punch, alternating between left and right.

Ari’s hands trailed over her arms, traveling from her shoulders down to her wrists. His fingers wrapped around her wrists, guiding her arms up and to the base position Rachel showed.

“Ari,” she whined. His breath hit her ear, making her swallow once more. She could feel some strands of his hair tickling her cheek. The temptation to rub her cheek against his, to feel the scruff of his beard and the tickle of his hair was great.

“See, just like that. You can do it. Left, right,” he told her, perfectly holding up the front of the loving husband teaching his wife the moves in a somewhat goofy manner. It made her heart race and at the same time throb painfully. Her arm was jerking forward, left, right, left, right. Just as he was saying. The longer the repetition lasted the closer she came to cracking until finally a smile appeared on her lips and she laughed quietly.

Ari kept muttering funny yet encouraging words in her ear, making her giggle and laugh. She was laughing so much she had to lean against him, her head slightly lolling back and leaning against his. As she glanced up at him, he glanced down at her out of the corner of his eyes. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips too.

The night was dark, the terrace only lit up by the string of lights and the torches and fire pits scattered on the beach. It had cooled slightly, the air nice and not overly hot like it got in the day.

They were having a small party outside with music and a small dance floor, even some beer they had managed to get. The ambiance was laid back, everyone enjoyed themselves and had fun. Jake, Sam, and Rachel were all dancing and goofing off with some of the guests. There was laughter spreading throughout the night too.

She was leaning against one of the stone arches, arms crossed loosely in front of her chest as she watched them and quietly hummed to Hungry like the Wolf. At least until Rachel stumbled up, smiling and reaching her hands outward to her. She obliged, uncrossing her arms and putting her hands in the blondes. Rachel grinned at her, swinging their intertwined hands between them and slightly tugging.

“Come on, let’s dance together.”

She wanted to decline, to shake her head no and stay put but Rachel kept tugging at her hands and the energy of the night swapped over her.

“Okay,” she agreed with a laugh, letting herself be pulled onto the small dance floor. There was a chorus of cheers as the two women joined. At first, she was a little stiff but the longer she danced with Rachel, the faster she loosened up. It was fun, she had to admit.

Dancing over the dancefloor her eyes drifted over to Ari. He was already watching her. When their eyes met she smiled at him. She saw Max step up to Ari, it looked like he said something to him before the pat on his shoulder sent Ari stumbling forward.

When Rachel pulled on her hands again she lost sight of him. She started to spin her around, first slowly and then faster and faster. So fast they started stumbling, their hands letting go of each other. The next thing she knew, someone stabilized her, softly spinning her until she came eye to eye with a broad chest. Her eyes followed the halfway buttoned shirt upwards ‘til she landed on Ari’s face.

Softly she smiled up at him, her heart beating a little faster. He had refused to dance the entire evening but now he stood in the middle of the dancefloor with her. At first he was stiff, his movements seemed awkward and like he was holding himself back. The smile on her lips kept increasing as she started to dance with him, guiding and animating him to become a little livelier. Ari loosened up significantly, goofing off with her and laughing. They had fun and danced until they were both breathless.

Pulling her off the dancefloor, she followed him with a grin permanently plastered to her lips. Ari leaned back against one of the arches and she followed him, crashing halfway into his body from her momentum. He simply chuckled and put his arms around her. She couldn’t complain, leaning against him, her hands resting against his chest. After a while her chin followed, softly resting in the middle of his chest, where normally his Star of David would lay.

Later on, when the music was turned off in order not to disturb the already sleeping guests, they all wandered off closer to the shore and gathered around a bonfire Max had started. Sam had brought his guitar, sitting in between the guests and softly playing his rendition of the songs they had listened to.

When she wanted to follow them, a hand around her wrist stopped her. She looked back at Ari coming out of nowhere. She looked toward him. Something glistened in his eyes but she couldn’t pinpoint what it was. He pulled her up against him, his arms engulfing her smaller frame and she went with it, leaning against him, her arms wrapped around his small waist.

They started to sway on the spot, slowly transitioning into a proper slow dance together. Getting lost in both each other's arms as well as eyes. It was a nice feeling. One that fueled the raging crush she had on the man holding her so softly.

Something deep inside her told her that she was setting herself up for heartbreak. Ari was surely only doing his role, keeping up the looks of the head over heels in love married couple they were supposed to be. But when he looked at her so softly and with that glint in his eyes as he did now it felt like there was more. His hands kept rubbing over her side and back, softly feeling her up, caressing her, similar to how her thumbs kept brushing over his waist.

Looking up into his eyes, her heart started beating wildly. It was so easy to get lost in them. Ari looked so intensely at her, one of his hands left her back and settled on her cheek. She gasped as his thumb drew over her cheek until he was brushing over the corner of her mouth. His eyes left hers, settling further down. On her lips, she realized, as he slowly leaned forward. She was frozen on the spot, watching him descend down on her. While she wanted it, everything in her craved to be kissed by him, there was a sense of dread and fright brewing in her.

Before he could reach her lips she turned her face, looking away from him. She pressed her lips together strongly, stubbornly watching the fire of a torch sway in the wind. Her heart was beating so fast, so angrily and hurt she feared he would feel it. She heard him blow out a gust of air through his nose before his lips landed on her head. He pressed a short kiss to her hair before he turned her in his embrace. Painfully clenched her heart as his arms left hers, only for them to come back as he slung them over her shoulders. He kept her back to his chest, kept them softly swaying from side to side. She was embarrassingly stiff before she leaned the smallest bit into him again. Her hands landed on his forearms, holding him as he held her.

They watched Sam and listened to him playing. The moment he stopped she pulled away, leaving the embrace in which she felt so safe and secure. Without looking back at him she moved to collect the used glasses and empty bottles.

“You are avoiding me.”

A startled shriek left her lips. The glass in her hand dropped into the soapy water of the sink. Luckily the fall was short enough for the glass to stay intact. She spun around so fast it made her dizzy and seeing Ari stand in the door frame made it only worse. He leaned there with one shoulder against the stone, arms crossed before his chest.

“I have not,” she was betrayed by her voice. It was weak and shaky. Her heart was in her throat, both from the surprise and the way he was looming there, barely allowing her to swallow the spit forming in her mouth.

“You have,” he told her sternly, uncrossing his arms and entering the room, stalking over to her. The way he was watching her reminded her of a predator watching his prey, waiting for the moment to strike. He was on her in three steps, looming before her, caging her against the sink. She wanted to deny it, she had barely opened her mouth when he intercepted her.

“Stop lying.” To yourself and to me. While he might not have said the last part out loud, the added words were heavily insinuated both in his look and in the pause of silence between them. It was as if they were hanging in the air between them, taunting both him and her.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” His voice was serious, yet there was an edge to it. It made her swallow, her eyes briefly caught on his chest, the strong muscles shifting under his tan skin visible even under the shirt he was wearing before they snapped up to his face. The way he was eyeing her quietly but so intensely made her mind spin.

She wanted to tell him she had no clue what he meant, but once again the words wouldn’t leave her. They were stuck in her throat together with every other word when he took another step toward her. Her back was pressed against the sink as they were now chest to chest. She even had to keen her head upwards to keep looking into his eyes. Speaking of them.

They were narrowed, irises darkened. Ari’s view kept jumping from her eyes to her lips and once more heat crept up her spine as her heart started attempting to break a record. The warmth spread over her entire body, encompassing every cell. Slowly leaning forward his nose almost brushed her hair, his lips hovering by her ear.

“It’s driving me crazy,” he growled deeply. It made her forget how to breathe. Feeling him rub his nose along her cheek nearly sent her into cardiac arrest. He was breathing her in, inhaling deeply, his eyes closed. When he exhaled his whole body deflated. Suddenly he seemed tired.

“You are driving me crazy.” His voice was barely a whisper anymore, full of longing and a strange kind of strain. Then his hands came onto her, one on her waist the other skirting over her collarbone before it rested at the side of her neck, softly cupping her jaw.

“What?” She asked dumbly. It was everything her brain could produce right now. Ari pulled back, looking into her eyes again, watching her very intensely once more. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.

Next thing she knew he leaned down and kissed her. The kiss took her breath away. She went pliant in his arms, nearly slipping if not for his hand on her waist. With enough power over her brain and body left she managed to reciprocate the kiss.

Very quickly the two of them maneuvered, clinging to one another as Ari kept crowding her even further until she was sandwiched between him and the sink. They made out that way. His hand on her waist started to move around until he was cupping her butt and softly squeezing her. She gasped against his lips eliciting a growl from him. But the way she had opened her mouth also was a welcome invite to him that he used to delve his tongue into her mouth. The kiss became harder and rougher until they ultimately had to break off for some air.

Gulping and greedily taking in all the air they could, both of them stared at each other. The second they had taken enough of a breath they were on each other again, once more kissing as if their life depended on it. Her hands wrapped around his neck, scratching over his shoulders before her she twisted her fingers into his hair and softly pulled at it. Ari grunted against her lips, tugging her closer, pressing himself against her and softly grinding too. She liked it. When he pulled away again she whined. His pupils were blown, hers must be too. He looked pleased.

“My room.”

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