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Secrets are bound to come out sooner rather than later. What Mel does not anticipate is how it comes out. One moment, she's atop his body, swiping her tongue between his lips, and the next, they're in the air.
Mel nearly drops him when she realizes her excitement sent her floating. To her delight though, Langdon cracks a flight risk joke before she can rush to apologize or explain the mid-air kiss.
He knows what this means. He knows of every saved life, every thwarted master plan, and every captured villain. The only information he didn't have, until this very moment, was her identity.
Needless to say, Langdon is now in the know.
Instead of running away from her in fear or running to his typewriter in hunger for an exposé, he asks to sit in on tomorrow's training session. Well, I assume you do those alone and I hate to think of your potential smack talk wasted on a punching bag. 'Sides, someone needs to remind you to take water breaks.
So Mel accepts.
A little part of her is even excited to share this with him. After all, he takes such good care of her at work, home, on the field, or the kitchen counter while the pasta boils—what's one more?
During their lunch break, Mel brings him to the half-constructed sky rise. Her usual training spot. It's cement pillars and steel structuring all the way to the top. They pick a floor on the upper level, still shielded by a ceiling but no walls. Open and airy and perfectly breakable.
"At the risk of sounding overzealous, or really fucking dumb—if I kiss you hard enough, can you launch us to the moon?"
Puzzled, Mel only stared back at him with her lips falling in a straight line. She seriously considers his question, “I'd hope not. The altitude would crush your lungs and that wouldn't be very fun.”
"There's a very silly joke in there about you taking my breath away so next time, I'll let the excitement settle before I start asking questions."
"Don't be! I like your questions. And it's not like you can Wikipedia these things," Mel insists, before flirtatiously leaning in, "besides, you always ask the best ones when you're excited."
"Cut out the dirty talk at training,” he warns, meeting her halfway for a peck that turns into a bruising kiss. It's sweeter this time, somehow. Maybe now that he knows her entirely, he will be prepared for take-off when she gets lost in the giddiness of their kisses. "Better put me down, sweetheart. You got lives to save."