Title: "Illicit" Pairing: Famke Janssen/Karl Urban Rating: NC-17 Summary: The thrill of getting caught. Disclaimer: Never happened. Notes: For Bex, for this drabble challenge. "You do realize if we get caught, we're dead?" Famke asked, but didn't resist Karl's insistent tug. "That's part of the fun." Karl pivoted, pinned Famke to the wall. Long legs wrapped around his waist. A slender, pale strip of thigh showed between black thigh-high stockings and a leather mini-skirt. Karl's zipper rasped loudly in the hush of the alley as he freed his cock, thrust into tight heat. Famke bit Karl's shoulder, tasting the wool of his coat, breath puffing white in the chill night air with each moan. Neither noticed nor cared about their voyeuristic party of one. If you enjoyed this fic, please leave feedback here. Thanks!