THIRD PERSON

  He stared in- awe? Was it awe? If it was, it would be hard to tell what kind of awe and at what.

   The way she had almost bested him.

   The fact that she was Stan's.

   Or the very obvious fact that was just how gorgeous she was.

 "You seem confused." (Y/N) paused, biting her lip with a few nerves. Mitch gaped for a little longer, shaking his head.

   "Sorry, it's just- Stan said I was here to watch his- kid."

 (Y/N) chuckled a little bit, nodding. "Sorry about that. It's rare for him to actually admit to himself how old I actually am."

   Mitch raised an eyebrow. "And how old is that?"

 "25." She nodded.

   Mitch cursed at himself at the relief that set through his heart at the sound of her age.

 (Y/N) let out a deep breath, still slightly winded from what had just happened. "Um- breakfast? It's early, but I can only imagine what time my dad asked you to be here."

  Mitch let a smirk fall onto his lips, before slowly nodding. 

 She smiled in return and turned around, heading out the door towards the kitchen awkwardly.

   This was Mitch Rapp? The brooding, disrespectful, man that her dad talked about? This was nothing as she had imagined. (Y/N) had pictured a man like her father, except somehow cruder. She didn't, in a million years, think Mitch Rapp would turn out to be some Abercrombie-model gone assassin who's muscles were very much real. And she was to control herself for a week while her dad was gone? Around Mitch? Hell, what did she know, Mitch could be with someone- let alone even hardly find interest in her.

   Mitch followed behind (Y/N) and had to pinch his thumb every time he found himself glancing down at the bottom of her leggings. 

   This was Stan's kid? Kid? Mitch would definitely have to call bullshit on the man for referencing the goddess of a daughter he had as 'kid'. Mitch had been picturing, all morning, some high-pitched, annoying child- not a dangerously gorgeous woman, who was actually dangerous. And he was supposed to control himself all week with no Stan around? Hell, he didn't even know if she would even be up for anything, she could have some college boyfriend for all he knew. Mitch was hoping she didn't.

   Eventually, the kitchen came into view, as did (Y/N) bending over to grab a pan. Mitch chewed the inside of his cheek, almost annoyed. It seemed as if she was trying to start something. Mitch knew he had to act somewhat civilized and push down every animal instinct that told him to grab her by the hips and kiss her like he meant it. 

   "So, (Y/N)-" Mitch began, catching her attention for a moment, before she looked back to the eggs she had grabbed. "25, what exactly are you doing with your life?"

  (Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows at the question, but shrugged and began to answer anyways. "Well, I was going to go to college, but for a while my da- Stan, convinced me to take up some skills, some classes. You know, for times just like this. And I did, I was good- but it seems I just wasn't made for it. So, I work behind the scenes. Digging, decoding, encrypting- all of it. Stan hates it and calls it wasted potential, but I call it safety. Or, it used to be."

   Mitch nodded, licking his lips. "And friends?"

 She wondered what he was digging for. "A few from highschool. Focusing on the CIA distanced me from a lot, but eventually- with what I do- I would have had to let go of them anyways."

   "Boyfriend?"

 (Y/N) smirked and stopped pulling out eggs. She looked to Rapp, one eyebrow raised. "Do you often play 20 questions with the people you watch over?"

  Mitch scoffed. "I don't watch over people. After what just happened, I think all I'm needed for is entertainment."

  (Y/N) smiled a bit. "Again, sorry. I just- wasn't expecting you."

 "Your dad told you I was coming-"

     "No, no-" She shook her head, leaning against the counter. "I meant, like, you. I was expecting some middle-aged man who was a kiss-up to my dad, and questionably as crude."

   Mitch chuckled a little. "And?"

  (Y/N) raised her eyebrows in question.

 "Are you disappointed? Do you want a middle-aged man? Because, I'm sure I can-"

    "No!" (Y/N) spoke, a little too quickly. She noticed when she saw the smirk on Mitch's face grow. "No, I just meant- I'm really not disappointed."

  Mitch bit the corner of his lip, nodding slowly. He decided to enter the kitchen a little, leaving his place from leaning against the doorway. (Y/N) stood up a little straighter at the sight of him moving, her heart thumping.

   "You're lying." Mitch nodded, keeping a smirk on his face. (Y/N) froze, furrowing her eyebrows at him.

    "Upstairs. My file's pulled up, picture and all. You sure did your research."

 (Y/N) huffed, slumping against the counter but stayed cautious, since he was still moving closer and closer.

   "You read all about me." Mitch continued, a mere two feet in front of her. "Everything I've done. Where I've been- who I've killed."

  (Y/N) nodded.

 "Are you scared?" Mitch asked, stepping closer. Now, his head towered over hers, as he practically looked down to her. "Do what my hands have done make you nervous?"

  (Y/N) stood up straight, keeping her direct eye contact, until she flickered down to his lips for a moment. Her voice almost a whisper as she spoke, "It's what your hands haven't done that make me nervous, Rapp."

   Mitch swore he grumbled under his breath, his eyes becoming hooded before shutting completely as he dipped down as pressed his lips quickly against hers. Instantly, (Y/N) let her hands wrap around the back of his neck, running her fingers through his hair. Mitch moaned when she tugged on it. His hands snapped to her hips, gripping them as he placed her on the counter, kissing her roughly. (Y/N) did the same thing, doing the most she could to get Mitch closer to her in every way possible.

  Mitch's hands inched up her shirt and she instantly stripped it off, Mitch doing the same to his own shirt. Mitch's breath almost hitched at the sight of her bra, before the two reattached their lips in a rush.

 (Y/N) felt his rough hand grip at her waist and then trail along the sides of bra, along the straps and ghosting the clip on the back. Her breath trembled as her body shivered at the mere contact, wishing instantly that he would just take it off.

   "Jesus, (Y/N)-" Mitch spoke barely after a moan, feeling his hips begin to rut on their own towards her, the feeling in his pelvis only growing the more he felt (Y/N).

  Her lips curled into a smirk as she kissed him now, loving the feeling of having this much power of him in the moment.

   "Do you do this with all of your bosses' daughters?" (Y/N) spoke with breaths. Mitch scoffed, his hands dropping to her butt and giving a harsh squeeze, causing her back to arch, her chest pressing even more into him. Mitch's lips dropped her neck, making sure he left marks.

   "If they were all you." Mitch answered, his quick kisses making their way back up her neck, then her jaw and back to her lips messily.

 (Y/N) caught his bottom lip between her teeth, tugging a little before letting it go. Mitch groaned at the feeling, pressing his lips against hers quickly again.

   "I don't think my dad would be very happy, knowing about this."

 Mitch scoffed. "He'd start hunting me to put a bullet in my brain."

   (Y/N) giggled. "Guess he just can't find out, then."

 Mitch paused a bit and looked to her, both of them growing a mischievous grin. Mitch picked her up and she let out a small yell, before becoming excited as Mitch rushed around the counter and set her down on the couch, following her down as his lips dwelled to her neck once again. Her fingers crawled through his hair, before running to his back as they messed around in pure pleasure.

   Breakfast would have to wait. 

   Breakfast would definitely have to wait a couple hours.