Ada Wong reclined on the plush chaise lounge in her immaculate Paris hotel suite, the Eiffel Tower shimmering in the distance through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was New Year's Eve, mere minutes from midnight, and the city below buzzed with anticipation. Fresh off from a high-stakes mission that had netted her a fortune, she savored a glass of vintage wine, the rich taste lingering on her tongue. Quiet downtime, even temporary, felt like a rare indulgence, but loneliness gnawed at her edges.

She set the glass down, her red dress hugging her elegant curves like a second skin, when a soft click from the door drew her gaze. Goosebumps bloomed across her skin as she took a look at him. Having anticipated his arrival when she spotted a flicker of his presence in the hotel foyer when checking in. Tall, handsome and imposing--familiar and enigmatic. Ada's lips curved into a knowing smirk; she wasn't truly surprised.

"Well, well. How did you find me?" she asked coolly, crossing her legs. "I take it this isn’t a social call?"

He approached with deliberate steps, his eyes locked on hers, his lips tugging into a faint smile of his own. "I’m pretty good at what I do, Ada," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. “As for why, I’m here--I couldn’t resist the opportunity to…catch up.” He closed the distance, his fingers brushing her shoulder before trailing down to the zipper of her dress. "I always did love this color on you.”

Ada exhaled, letting her lashes flutter low as his fingers teased the fabric open, slow and deliberate. "Mm, and here I thought you just wanted some intel," she mused, her voice dripping with playful skepticism as her dress slid off one shoulder. The silk pooled at her waist, revealing the smooth curve of her collarbone. His breath hitched--subtle, but she noticed. Triumph flickered in her chest. 

"And if I did?" He asked with a coy lilt to his voice, playing along softly. 

"Then I'd say come back during working hours. Its New Year Eve's, you know...and I'm feeling a bit...eager tonight." She took one more sip of her wine to emphasis her point. 

Before he could retort, she tilted her head, pressing forward abruptly to claim his lips instead. The kiss was hungry, years of tension ignited in an instant. His hands clamped onto her hips, pulling her flush against him as she tasted the faint trace of whiskey and something undeniably him. The world beyond the windows faded as the city began counting down towards midnight--the fireworks starting somewhere far away, champagne popping, crowds cheering--none of it mattered now. 

Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly as she broke away just enough to smirk against his mouth. "So, was I right?" she teased, breathless. "Or are you going to pretend you didn't miss me too?" His growl was answer enough.

“Oh, Ada. I wouldn't have hunted you down if I didn't, and now--its time we up for lost time." With a gentle tug, her dress was pulled off her shoulders, spilling down to her waist as he hugged her close, hands caressing the swell of her perfect breasts. "Let's end this year and start the next with a bang." His lips crashed against hers once more--their kiss was full of passion and hunger, tongues battling for dominance as he spun her around, pressing her against the cool glass door leading to the balcony.

Ada gasped as he entered her from behind, her palms flat against the pane, the city lights blurring with each thrust. Fireworks erupted across the skies, mirroring the explosions of pleasure coursing through her. She submitted fully, arching her back to meet him, her moans mingling with the distant cheers of revelers below. His grip on her hips tightened, pace relentless, as the clock struck midnight--ushering in the new year amid their shared ecstasy that burned as bright as the fireworks lighting up the skies. 

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