A/N- Another Atomic Blonde fic.

Lorraine meets Delphine but in different circumstances and they don't always see eye to eye ;)

Contains smut.

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FEEDING THE FLAME

ONE

I knew someone was following me. I could feel them everywhere I went and no matter how careful they were, every time I looked around, I saw them dart around the corner so that they were out of sight.

The first time I ever got a good look at my stalker was when I was up on a roof top.

I wasn't up here for anything other than to take a breather and have a smoke.

But I saw her anyway.

Long black hair, deep dark eyes and tanned skin.

If I had been looking to hook up, she would have been my first choice but for now she was the enemy and I wanted to know why she was following me.

She climbed off her bike, grabbed her camera, gave it a few clicks and then looked up at my window but she looked too far and caught me looking down at her from the roof top.

"Shit."

I saw her mouth the word and I grinned before she took off and I went back down the stair well, intent on hunting her down.

I ran out into the street and found her running down into side street.

I took off after her and she ran down an alley where a chain link fence could have trapped her.

She stopped and looked back at me.

I stopped and grinned at her.

"Just like a rat." I muttered, using the phrase, 'trapped like a rat' as a low insult.

She then winked and jumped right over the fence and started running again.

"Fuck."

I did the same but I didn't land as gracefully as her and scuffed up my knees.

Good day to wear a dress, I thought with an eye roll as I got up and started running again as best as I could.

By the time I'd realized she'd run us around in one giant circle, she jumped on her bike and sped away from the curb.

I looked around for a car and found someone getting some suitcases out of their trunk. The key was just sitting in there, it was like the car was begging me to take it.

So I did.

"Hey! Hey come back!" The owner shouted as I shifted the car into gear and gave chase.

I saw the girl glance back and she picked up speed, so I did the same.

She wasn't getting away from me this time.

She was clever though. She took tight turns and went down narrow streets, hoping that I wouldn't follow.

I did.

I lost both wing mirrors and the right window was shattered beyond repair, I probably had a few more dents than was absolutely neccesary but I had to catch her.

I could tell by the over revving that she was annoyed that I was still on her tail.

Good. I'm glad she was pissed off.

Eventually, I watched, a little impressed, as she slid the bike and jumped off of it, running along a bridge and plunging into the icy water below.

I stopped the car and got out, running over and onto the bridge to look over the side and into the water.

She was gone.

I let out a breath and lent back against the bridge as I pondered my next move.

Maybe she'd go back for the bike.

After giving it a moment's thought, I went over and checked the bike over. No ID. Nothing to say where it had come from or who owned it. It could have been stolen for all I knew.

Still, there was a slight chance that she might have some attachment to it.

So I went over, picked it up and wheeled it over to the bridge.

I walked the whole length of the bridge until I found an opening where you could walk down onto the sand below.

I wheeled it as far as the slope, before pushing it and watching it roll into the water.

At least I'd made the bike useless to her now.

I could be pleased with that.

I went back to my hotel, feeling a little disappointed. I should have caught her by now and found out what she was doing; following me, taking pictures of me.

She wasn't on my side in this. If she were, she wouldn't have run.

I poured myself a glass of vodka and watched as the clear liquid washed over the ice in the tumbler.

I took it back with one gulp but almost choked on it as the glass was knocked out of my hand and I was pushed back against the wall.

I hit back without knowing who I was hitting out at until they grabbed my wrist and locked it behind my back, slamming my face into the wall.

"You owe me a bike, bitch!"

French accent.

Wouldn't have guessed that.

"Ah, so you're the one who's been following me."

I brought my free arm back and elbowed her in the ribs.

She went back with a grunt of pain and I kicked out at her face, sending her to the floor.

She layed there, groaning in pain.

I stood over her, one foot planted on either side of her body.

"So, why are you following me?"

She sighed and looked up at me, a sort of angry look on her face but I think she was more angry with herself for getting caught rather than at me.

"Someone is following you, other than me. I'm here to rescue you." She said with a small grin that didn't show her perfect white teeth.

"You think I need rescuing?"

She shrugged.

"So why did you run?" I asked, tilting my head slightly.

She shifted to sit up when I put a foot on on her wrist, pinning her down.

She glared up at me.

"You have a reputation for killing anyone you don't know."

"Not all of them. Just the ones I don't trust." I replied with a shrug.

She nodded.

"Which is why I ran."

"Because you think I-"

Because I know...that you don't trust me." She corrected me.

"Well you have been stalking me, taking pictures... I don't think that would make you seem very trustworthy now, do you?"

She tried to sit up again using the free arm.

"I wouldn't. I'll break this wrist if you try to move again." I warned.

She chuckled humorlessly and layed back down again.

"So you don't trust me at all but believe me Lorraine, you need someone to have your back in this."

"And that person would be you." I said knowingly with a raised eyebrow.

"I could be very useful to you." She said, her voice taking on a husky tone.

"Yes, I'm sure you could." I said, instantly catching her meaning.

I then knelt down, freeing her wrist and straddling her.

I wasn't about to let her get the upper hand, I liked being on top. It gave me a sense of power and I wasn't about to let that go. Not for anything.

Her hands came up to rest on my hips.

"Had a feeling you liked being on top of things." She said with a grin.

"I like being in control, I won't deny that."

She chuckled and ran her hands upwards.

"I think there's a lot of things you like to be in control of."

I nodded.

To my surprise, she flipped us and clenched her knees around my ribs, holding me in place.

I looked up at her.

"Are we going to fight again?" I asked, the teasing clear in my voice.

"We could fight or we could do something a little more strenuous." She whispered, bending low to whisper in my ear.

"Sounds good. What did you have in mind?"

She then licked my outer ear and I fought the urge to shudder pleasantly.

"Would you like me to show you?"

"Will it be worth my time?" I asked, teasing again of course.

"I'll let you be the judge of that." She breathed, running hand a hand over my clothed taught stomach.

I didn't want to close my eyes and let my guard down so I reached up and threaded my hands into her long black hair, bringing her head down to kiss her.

Her lips were soft and pliant against mine and I tried to get her to open her mouth but she grinned against my lips as she kissed me back.

I held the back of her head and gasped against her mouth as her hands shifted the hem of my dress up to my hips.

"My mouth or my hands?" She asked quietly.

I pondered this for a while. I wasn't done with her mouth yet.

"Hands." I told her and it came out like a command.

She nodded and stroked my inner thighs with the palms of her hands, her fingers reached up and teased the edge of my underwear.

I arched my back and my grip on her hair tightened as she let out a hiss and we kissed again.

Still, she wouldn't let me in.

"Open your mouth." I breathed against her lips.

She shook her head and chuckled.

"Make me."

A challenge. OK. I could handle that.

My grip tightened in her hair even more and she cried out, whether in pain or pleasure, I couldn't be sure but I rolled us so that I was back on top and I licked at her lips, biting a little as she gasped and finally opened her mouth for me.

"Good girl." I murmured as I stroked my tongue inside and slid it along her's.

Her hands came up to grasp my back and her nails dug into the soft flesh.

I rested my body on top of her's and felt one of her hands near my underwear again.

She pulled it down in one fluid motion and I kicked them the rest of the way off.

"You've done this before."

She gave me a wink.

"Yes but not with you. It's different for everyone." She said, tucking a strand of platinum blonde hair behind my ear.

"You're so beautiful..." She whispered and she had that dreamy look in her eyes that made me slightly uncomfortable.

I was used to being told I was beautiful but it was only men trying to bed me or make me do things they liked, but this was different, she looked like some love struck teenager and I didn't like it.

It must have shown on my face because the smile slipped from her lips when I stared down at her.

"Are we going to fuck or chat?" I snapped.

Her eyes darkened and she suddenly stuck two fingers in me without warning.

It was my time to cry out at the sudden feeling and she grabbed the back of my neck, bringing me down so she could kiss me fiercely. She bit my lip hard enough to draw blood as she pumped her fingers in and out of me and all I could do was ride her hand but this wasn't how things happened, not with me.

I wrapped a hand around her neck and pushed her back down to the floor as she continued this hard and fast pace that I met with every thrust.

"You think you can over power me, is that it? Is that what gets you off, Lorraine?" She growled.

I was panting now, breathing hard and getting close to coming.

I licked my lips and glared down at her, still riding her hand.

She wasn't giving in and neither was I.

"No. What gets me off is the thought of seeing you begging underneath me. Wanting your own release and the only one who can give that to you... is me, and it is entirely up to me whether you get it or not. So will I be generous or will I be cruel to you?" I questioned as she moved faster and harder.

My eyes threatened to close and I let the feeling take over.

"I don't believe you know how to be generous...but I do." She told me.

With one last thrust, I came and she grinned triumphantly.

Before I had recovered fully, I moved just enough to roll her onto her stomach and I pushed her head forward into the carpet.

"That was great, now it's your turn." I breathed into her ear.

I pushed her hair out of the way and gave her one long lick up the nape of her neck.

She shivered with pleasure and her back moved.

I smirked, she was trying to get some kind of friction.

I then moved off of her and grabbed her so that we were both kneeling, her back to my front.

I kissed the side of her neck and stroked up and down her arms.

"Is this what you imagined when you first saw me? Hm? Did you imagine that we would be having sex in my hotel room when you should be keeping your distance?"

She closed her eyes and let her head fall back onto my shoulder.

"You-you broke my bike."

"And now you're getting fucked. See? It all worked out in the end."

She chuckled darkly.

"You're terrible."

"And you love it." I whispered before I put my hand down the front of her black leather pants.

She gasped and rocked against me.

I was gentler than she had been. I liked it rough but I don't think she liked it as much as I did.

She started whimpering and I shushed her.

"Shh shh... I'll be gentle." I whispered.

She relaxed against me and I brought her to that same high that she had gotten me to, only I did it carefully, slowly.

I felt her walls tightening around me and at the last second I turned her head gently and kissed her long and slow before curling my fingers inside her and she tore herself away from my lips as she cried out my name into the hotel room.

My fingers stroked up and down Delphine's bare arm as she slept in my bed.

The white sheet covered our unclothed bodies and our intertwined legs.

She was sleeping peacefully, completely spent and satisfied.

I felt a kind of calm after what we'd done and for once, I felt comfortable.

Her dark eyes fluttered open and she smiled lazily at me.

"You're awake."

"I am."

She rolled onto her back and took me with her so that I was laying even closer to her.

"Plans for tomorrow?" She asked as she closed her eyes again.

My smile dropped as I focused on what I had to do.

"Find the traitor and kill him."

Delphine's eyes opened again and she pushed herself up onto her elbows.

"You can't..."

"It's why I'm here." I said with a careless shrug.

She touched my cheek and looked into my eyes.

"He'll kill you."

I stared at her.

"You know who he is?"

She then dropped her hand, swung her legs over the side of the bed, reaching for her clothes.

I sat up and wrapped the sheet around myself.

"Delphine, if you know who it is, you need to tell me."

"Why? So you can go after him and kill yourself?" She said, her voice shaking as she slipped her top on over her head.

I grabbed her arm as she put one leg into her leather pants.

"Because he needs to be stopped."

She wrenched her arm free and stood to zip up her pants.

"No. I won't help you with this."

I glared at her.

"Don't pretend you care about me, Delphine. Now what are you hiding?"

She grabbed her jacket and slipped it on.

"I'm not hiding anything, and don't presume to know anything about me." She said, her dark eyes burning with rage.

"I think that you're in way over your head, you are hiding something and you don't want me to know what that is."

She then sat down on the bed and took my face in her hands.

"OK, yes, I am hiding something. It sounds crazy and it won't make any sense to someone like you which is why this stays with me."

"What do you mean 'someone like me'?"

"You wouldn't understand." She muttered as she turned and pulled on her boots.

"So tell me!"

"No!"

She then headed out of my room and towards the door but I gave chase and as she opened the door, I slammed it shut and trapped her with a hand on either side of the door near her head.

"You are not leaving this room until you tell me what you are hiding." I told her calmly.

She looked me up and down with a sneer on her face.

"I don't have to tell you anything. Now move."

"You think you're protecting me by not telling me who it is, is that it?"

She looked down and I felt a small spark of triumph. That was it!

"Delphine, you are not protecting me, you are making things worse."

"And if I tell you, what good will it do?! Lorraine you cannot kill him. He knows people, they'll kill you before you even step foot inside his place."

She didn't want to tell me this way maybe she just needed some...gentle persuasion.

I moved my thigh in between hers' and moved it slightly.

Her lips parted as she let out a throaty moan.

"Oh God..."

"Delphine, you want me, don't you?"

She nodded, her head resting back against the door as I slowly moved my leg back and forth.

"You don't want me to stop..."

"No..." She drawled.

"All I want to know..." I began, moving my head to the side and sucked on her pulse point-

"Is who the traitor is."

Suddenly, she pushed me back angrily.

"No. I won't be manipulated like this! You think you can just offer to fuck me and I'll spill all my secrets?! You're delusional."

I licked my lips, anger coming to the fore.

I had to know who it was.

"I was trying to do this the easy way." I said, going over to my bag as she followed me back into the room.

"But if I have to force you to tell me, I will."

She glared at me, those deep eyes darkening.

"I'll tell you nothing!"

Her next words died in her throat as I raised the gun I had concealed in my shoulder bag and aimed it at her.

"I don't want this." I told her and I meant it.

I saw her swallow as she backed up.

"I don't want to hurt you Delphine but understand that I will do whatever I have to in order to get his name from you. Even if I don't want to do it."

Delphine stared at me as though I'd morphed into something she didn't recognize.

Then she raised her chin and gave me a look of pure defiance.

"Do what you have to Lorraine. I don't care anymore."

"You know I'll find out sooner or later."

She nodded.

"I know...but it won't be from me."

She then turned, my gun still pointed at her and walked towards the door.

She was brave.

"Delphine!" I shouted and to my dismay, the gun shook in my grip.

She left, slamming the door as she went.

"Argh!" I shouted out into the room in pure frustration.

Now she knew that I wouldn't pull the trigger. Maybe she'd known that anyway. Either way, I didn't have a lead and the one that I did have, wasn't talking.

In other words, I was fucked.

A/N- Stay tuned, chapter two on it's way! x