"Yeah, I don't remember, but what's it matter? We're here and we're naked. We should do what comes natural," he said, waggling his brows at her suggestively, a silly grin on his face. "Shower, breakfast, or me? Take your pick." It was a given to anyone who might be watching that all three were going to happen at some point, it was just a matter of what order they happened in.
"Mmm, what a choice," she teased, easing her arms about his neck. "I rather think the best two out of three should come first, don't you?" She nipped the end of his nose, moving to slither away and rise from the bed.
His smile widened, as he caught her meaning. Jake seemed to anyway. "Might as well kill two birds with one stone," he replied in agreement, as he threw the covers off and moved to his feet to chase her playfully into the bathroom. As for AJ, he knew even this was all part of the ruse, the show they put on for Evchenko's sake. Though it was seemed perfectly normal that a young couple might want to shower together, there was an underlying reason for that in that it might be the one and only place the two agents could talk without risking being overheard.
Despite the fuzzy headed feeling, Meg let Sophie drive for the moment, letting out a squeal of laughter as she accelerated into the bathroom with her husband in hot pursuit. Even in there, with the shower running, they were going to have to keep their voices down, but at least they'd be able to regroup a little.
If the giggles and running water were anything to go by, the couple was having a lot of fun in the shower, despite their presumed hangovers. And why shouldn't they? What did they care about mysterious bath-houses, missing persons, and clandestine operations? They were just a couple of lovers who couldn't keep their hands off each other ... weren't they? Evchenko hoped so, but he had to be sure.
By the time the steam had filled the room, the pair were already under the water, and judging by the noises, they weren't exactly shy with each other. Meg let out a trembling moan, busily combing conditioner into her hair, before murmuring to AJ, "So what is our plan now?"
"Just keep doing what we're doing, I guess," he replied, just as quietly in return. Part of him was enjoying this little masquerade, but not so much that he let his guard down. He knew they were in a dangerous position, even more so now that the extraction team had, well, extracted the hostages ... or she he assumed. They were going to find out, sooner or later, one way or another. "We don't want him getting suspicious," he said, as he scrubbed himself clean.
"They'll be watching us today, won't they?" she asked very softly, enjoying the view as he got to hog the hot water a little while longer. It would be her turn in a moment, when she was finished convincing whoever was listening just how good Jake was with his tongue. The moans were certainly convincing, if a little silly for him to watch her producing them.
"Yeah, but they're not gonna see much," he whispered back. Except for more of the same ridiculously affectionate pawing and groping and kissing and whispering and giggling. If she was anyone else, he might have felt a little awkward being naked in the shower with her, but they'd shared a bed and a shower once already when she'd been posing as Sarah. "If he tries anything, just turn on the tears," he advised her quietly.
"Oh, you enjoyed that, did you?" she smirked, pausing just long enough to give the eavesdroppers a grand finale to their imaginings of what Jake must have been doing to Sophie. Her laughter rose again, her voice taking on a more natural volume. "That's one way to cure a hangover. Think you can handle a little tit for tat, baby?"
"I'm game if you are!" he replied, deliberately dropping the soap with a clunk and turning momentarily quiet before giving his own rendition of moans and groans and mutterings of "Oh, baby." He couldn't help but smirk a little, feeling just a little silly at his performance. He also couldn't help wondering what it would be like if they ever did this for real and not show.
She grinned as he put on his own performance, taking advantage of the opportunity to wash the conditioner out of her hair without interruptions. And her mind, too, wandered to what it would be like not to be performing - not to be pretending to be someone else, not to have an audience. The sounds he made were having an electric effect on her, manifesting in certain physical reactions that really were impossible to fake. At this rate, they were going to have to have sex just to make sure the frustration didn't blunt their edge.
He was starting to wonder if he couldn't moonlight as a porn star, though the thought of certain physical attributes larger than life on a movie screen were a little off-putting. Still, he thought it was a fairly convincing performance, all things considered, but something wasn't quite right. Maybe it was just a gut instinct, but AJ suddenly got the feeling that something wasn't right, and on instinct, he dragged her toward him and kissed her soundly on the lips.
The only warning she got was the barest flicker of his expression before she found herself in his arms, skin to skin, and being kissed with sound thoroughness. A moment later, the bathroom door opened, and Evchenko's voice pierced the steam.
"Good morning, my boy! The day is getting away from you!"
AJ spluttered convincingly, even as he soundly smacked his lips against Meg's. "Stefanos! Christ! Didn't anyone ever teach you to knock?" he exclaimed, sounding convincingly startled, which wasn't really much of a stretch.
Meg's shriek was only partially faked, and the scramble to hide behind AJ was all real.
Evchenko chuckled at the sound of their surprise, peering through the glass at the younger couple. "In my own home, I see no reason to knock," he told "Jake" cheerfully. "I was worried for you, you did not come to breakfast. I had to have it brought to you."
"You weren't hoping for a threesome, I hope," AJ said, sliding the glass open just enough so that he could snag a towel from the rack. He knew he was taking a chance exposing his bare arm, but he hoped the man still believed they were who they said they were.
"Alas, I missed my opportunity, so my security team tells me," Evchenko laughed, leaning comfortably against the wall. He was still watching them through the glass, a little too shrewdly to be taken for a harmless bit of voyeurism. "I promise you, my dear, we will not ply you with alcohol again unless you ask."
"How kind of you, Mr. Evchenko," Meg responded, keeping close to AJ's back as she reached out for a towel of her own. The second towel, however, was not in reach - it was in Evchenko's hand, and his smirk spoke volumes. Only AJ could have heard her teeth grind in irritation behind him.
But AJ hadn't grabbed that towel for himself, but for her. It didn't much matter in that moment if she was his wife or his partner - he wasn't going to let Evchenko ogle her with his eyes if he could help it. For all they knew, he might have had a look last night when they were stripped naked, but he didn't want to think about that right now, or he would have blown his cover. He wound the towel about Meg's shoulders, letting her then adjust it as she wished. It left him a little vulnerable, but presumably he had the same equipment as Evchenko, so he hardly thought it mattered.
"Coffee," AJ told the man, struggling a little to keep the annoyance from his voice, hoping it came out sounding more like a request than a demand. "I've got a hangover the size of Rhode Island."