Untapped Love

Untapped Love
By AnitaB
All disclaimers and notes in chapter 1

Chapter 2: Crazy Ben
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He'd found her, the sixth one. Beautiful and free-spirited and full of passion, just like the first five. Well, he glanced across the room at the five locked doors, the five had lost a little of their passion but it was only temporary. Tranquilizers would do that to a body. He laughed--or five, or six. /It’ll be six soanywanyway./

"Lindsay Donner," he whispered, "you're just in time. I've waited a long time for this and you're just what I need."

Leaving his scattered plans and papers on the desk, he walked across the room to look in the barred window of each door. A drain-looking woman in a tire clubbing outfit lay on a cot in each small cell, staring listlessly at the ceiling, rather heavily sedated.

"Soon, my beauties, soon. And then it will all be over. The moon is almost ripe."

***

Lindsay rolled over in bed, waking up because Peter wasn't holding her. Instead, he was standing in front of her closet, naked. Not a bad sight to wake up to at all, but it would feel better to wake up in his arms. "Peter, what are you doing?"

He looked over his shoulder to smile at her. "Picking out clothes for tonight. We're going clubbing."

Laughing, Lindsay slid out of bed to put her arms around him, wanting to feel his arms around her. "But, Peter, I don't think my clothes will fit you."

"Not for me," Peter tipped her chin up to kiss her, sliding an arm around her. "For you. As much as I love what you wore yesterday, I'd prefer something that covers a little more of you." Stroking his hands up and down her back, Peter pulled her close against his body. "I have to let them look, but I can at least limit touch. I'm the only one allowed to touch you." The last few words were whispered against her lips as he pressed his hips against her in a very unsubtle claim and kissed her eagerly.

"Hmm..." Breaking the kiss, Lindsay touched a hand to his cheek. "Peter, while I appreciate the thought, I have to attract attention. Covered up won't do it."

"Believe me, Lindsay, you'll get all the attention you need to." Stroking her cheek, he smiled. "You're always beautiful. I've seen guys unable to take their eyes off you when you were wearing nel nel and old jeans."

"That's not what you're choosing, is it?"

"No, it'll be good. I promise." He moved to the closet and pulled something out of the drawer. Kneeling at her feet, Peter held out a scrap of black lace. "Step in," Sliding his hands up her legs, he settled the tiny panties on her hips. Standing, Peter slipped the straps of an ely sly small and lacy bra over her arms, pressing her body against his as he fastened the hooks behind her back. Tracing his fingertips along the lace edges of the bra, Peter kept her pressed against him.

"Peter," Lindsay put her arms around his neck and pulled his lips to hers, her body moving against his.

"Hmm," Pulling back, Peter shook a finger at Lindsay. "I have to finish getting you dressed, Lindsay."

"But, Peter, undressed would be so much more fun." Her hands trailed down his chest, pulling a groan from him.

"No, no, no, Lindsay. Clothes now," Stepping out of arm's length, Peter moved back to the closet. "Arms up," As she obeyed, he slipped a skimpy black tank top over her head. His touch followed the fabric down to caress her ribs beneath the midriff hem.

She reached out for him as he stepped back, "Peter," Her fingers trailing along his arms, Lindsay tried to pull him back. Shaking his head, Peter pressed a kiss to her knuckles before releasing her and walking back to the closet. There he threw a piece of black cloth over one shoulder and fingered a red leather garment.

"Perfect," Kneeling at her feet again, he smiled up at her. "Step in," He wriggled the tight leather pants up her legs to fasten them low on her hips, his fingers lingering rub against the curve of her waist.

"Peter,"

"Uh-huh, I'm not done yet." Standing very close in front of her, he slipped her into the sheer black shirt, buttoning it all the way to the collar. Lifting each of her hands, he fastened the cuff of each sleeve and pressed a kiss into each palm. "There, you're beautiful," he pulled her
closer, his body reacting to hers. "Sexy and definitely attention-getting, but you're covered." He stroked a hand down the long sleeve then back up to the collar where it lay against her neck. Only her hands, neck, and face were actually bare though a significant amount of flesh glowed pale through the blouse--stomach, arms and upper chest, attracting the eye.

"Are you done, Peter?"

Letting his eyes wander over her, he nodded, admiring his work. "Yes, I'm done."

"Good," Throwing herself into his arms, Lindsay knocked Peter backward onto the bed and kissed him breathless. "You wretch," she groaned against his lips. "You were torturing me and you enjoyed it." Thoroughly enjoying the feel of his body under hers, Lindsay started to pay him back for the slow, delicious way he'd tortured her, rubbing her hands low across his stomach and kissing him hungrily.

Groaning her name, Peter caught her wrists, stopping her fingertips only inches from his hardness. "Lindsay, you can do anything wan want to me --" He gasped as she moved to take him up on the offer, his hands clenching around hers. "Later, we're supposed to meet the team at the lab in an hour and a half."

"Then we've got a little time," Lindsay brushed her lips over his, "I need you, Peter."

"God, Lindsay, I need you," Peter dragged her lips to his as his other hand attacked the fasteners of her clothes. "Lindsay,"

It was rather amazing just how quickly Peter managed to get Lindsay out of the clothes he had barely put her in. Especially since she continued her best -and very effective - efforts to keep him distracted.

"Lindsay," his hands tangled in her hair as her lips pressed hotly against the skin of his chest. "I want you," Catching her hands with his before they wandered lower, Peter pulled Lindsay up his body and rolled her beneath him. "I need you so much, Lindsay." He trailed his lips over her skin, leaving small marks where he knew her clothes would hide them. Peter couldn’t help or deny the urge to mark her. She was his.

"Peter," Lindsay moved against his touch, her body responding eagerly to his. Raising her knees on either side of his torso, she guided his mouth to the peak of her breast. "Please,"

Pressing heavily against her, he obeyed, hungrily feeding at hipplipples, her pleasured sounds only increasing the urgency of his mouth on her skin. Pausing for breath, Peter buried his face between her breasts, against her heart. "You taste so good, Lindsay, I want to taste all of you." Sliding his lips down her side, Peter enjoyed the tension in her muscles and the feel of her nails clenching into his shoulders. Laying his cheek against her stomach, Peter gently palmed the wet heat between her legs. "Can I taste you, Lindsay?"

"Yes, Peter, yes please!"

"Thank you," Running his lips down her thigh, Peter teased her, barely touching her with his fingertips, lightly sliding his thumb over her clit. "Lindsay, you are so beautiful," Lowering his face between her legs, he breathed over her flesh, enjoying the trembling in her body before leaning in closer to taste her.

"Oh God, Peter," her hands fisted in the sheets as his tongue stroked her intimately. It was almost too intense, the feel of his hands on her thighs and the eager touch of his mouth working against her.

"Oh, Lindsay, you taste so good," groaning against her flesh, Peter slid two fingers inside her and suckled her nub, thoroughly enjoying her escalating cries and the tension rising in her body. Loving that he could make her feel like this.

"Peter, please!" Her hands fell to his hair, holding him closer as her body lunged against him. "I need you,"

"Lindsay," lifting his head, Peter crawled up her body to move into her arms. "I need to feel you," Pressing harder against her, he rocked his hips against hers, groaning against her lips. Caressing her thighs where they were wrapped around him, Peter slowly pressed his length inside her. "Oh, God--so good."

Lindsay sighed his name, holding him close against her, reveling in the feel of his need filling her. "Peter," pulling his lips to hers, Lindsay kissed him softly, delighting in the taste of herself inside his mouth. "So good, Peter, you feel...ah." Tightening her legs around him, she
pressed him deeper inside, her words lost in a moan.

His hips caught the rhythm of hers, slow, deep thrusts that let him feel every inch of her around him. Burying his face in her throat, Peter gathered her closer and filled her eagerly. "Oh, Lindsay," he heard her cry out his name and felt her body clench around him. "So close, Lindsay, come for me." Peter, thrusting hard and deep inside her, raised one hand to touch her cheek, moving the other to stroke her breast. She shuddered beneath him, the combined sensation of his touch, his gaze and the heavy friction of his length inside her pushed Lindsay over the edge. Breathlessly calling out his name, she climaxed in his arms. The feel of her coming around him
dragged him over the edge with her. "Lindsay!"

Collapsing, panting in each other's arms, they shared a soft smile and a long kiss.

Holding her close, Peter rolled onto his back, sprawling her body across his. Nuzzling the soft skin of her cheek, he whispered. "We should get to work."

Cuddling deeper into his arms, Lindsay replied. "Yeah, we should get up and go to work."

“Yeah, we’ll be late again,” Peter brushed another soft kiss on her lips.

Strangely, neither made any move towards separating or dressing.

***

By some miraculous intervention, Peter and Lindsay arrived to work on time, properly attired -- granted in the club-outfits for that night -- and somewhat tension-free. Matt was especially impressed with the last fact, /Though, I don't want to know what she did to relax him. /

"Okay, guys, we've got some of the test results back." Matt leaned back in his chair, looking over at Anton.

"All right, the newest samples of the alcohol and air at Forbidden Fruit have the same chemicals in the same amounts as the police found over a month ago. We know he's still using this location. Any substance wouldn't last this long on its own. Claire and I ran extensive tests on the
chemicals, singly and in combination. They're harmless, completely without effect on humans."

Lindsay shook her head. "That doesn't make any sense. What is the point of deliberately flooding a bar with useless chemical?"

"Well, Lindsay. We're not sure they're useless. The perpetrator could use a third chemical that reacts with one or both of the others in ways we can't predict." He turned to Lindsay with a look of parental concern. "So watch yourself. This guy might try to slip you something -- candy, a drink, a breathmint anything."

"I'll be careful, Anton. Thanks for the heads-up."

"Also, Lindsay, our guy will most likely check you out at least one visit before he makes a move. Watch for familiar faces. He may move on you tonight." Matt leaned forward, reaching for a small box. "And if he does, we're gonna get him." Sliding the box across the table to Lindsay,
he continued. "I don't want you defenseless, but a gun won't get into the club. This might make it past security."

Opening the box, Lindsay pulled out a knife with a three inch blade in a sheath. "I can hide this easily. Thanks, Matt."

The smile on Peter's face was more a thank you than Lindsay's words.

"So, team, are we ready for the club?" A round of nods later, Matt stood and rubbed his hands together. "So everyone back to work, we leave for the club in" he looked at his watch "three hours. Get the last minute details, double-check everything. We want it all to go smoothly."

Peter nodded, agreeing whole-heartedly. There was still a nagging feeling in his chest, a painful concern for her safety that only faded when he could touch her. Thinking of touching her, Peter turned with a small controlled smile on his face. "Come on, Lindsay, let's get you wired."

"Of course, Peter, whatever you say." Standing, Lindsay felt his hand against the small of her back, leading her out of the room. She couldn't help the loving smile on her lips or the way her eyes wouldn't stay anywhere in the room but on him. It took all her self-control not to touch him on the way into the hallway, to walk hand-in-hand, to feel his arms around her.

Even though his hand on her back was the only point of contact between them, the air shimmered with energy. Matt smiled, wondering when they were going to admit their relationship to the rest of the team. Glancing over, Matt noticed that Anton was watching Peter and Lindsay leave with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Matt, have you noticed anything different about them?"

"Yeah, Anton, there's something different." Matt tried valiantly to keep the laughter out of his voice and failed -- badly.

Anton looked at Matt with self-derision on his face. "How long haven't I noticed?"

"Over a week."

"Hmm, that's pretty bad, isn't it?"

"Yeah, Anton, it's been pretty obvious."

***

"Peter, don't worry," Lindsay stroked a hand against his cheek. "I'm wired, tagged, and taping. I have a knife and pepper spray. You, Matt, and Anton will be right outside." Cradling his face in her palms, she gazed into his eyes, trying to see if he was listening, hearing her. "I will be
safe."

"You had better be, Lindsay. I can't lose you." Wrapping his arms around her tightly, Peter buried his face against her throat. "I need you."

"You have me, Peter." She held him close, treasuring his urgent possessiveness. Lindsay loved the feel of belonging with Peter. "I'm yours, Peter and together we'll get this guy and go home."

"The second you get done, I'm never letting you go again."

Cuddling closer, Lindsay smiled. "Deal,"

“Let's get this done with." Pulling out of her arms, Peter dropped a chaste kiss on her lips and took her hand. "I've still got a bad feeling about this." Twining his fingers through hers, Peter led her towards the van. "let's go."

***

"Ok, Lindsay, we're here when you need us. Let's get this guy before he gets another girl."

"I hear you, Matt."
"Be careful, Lindsay, and remember--"

"I'll be careful, Peter, and I remember -- no alcohol. I won't drink, I promise."

"Good, I'll see you soon."

"Soon," Lindsay put on her singles act and hurried into the bar. The sooner she started flirting the sooner she could leave.

***

/Good, she's come./ He watched her walk into the bar, happy she'd finally arrived. With the ritual due tomorrow night, he needed to pick up the last girl today. And if she hadn't come he would have been forced to choose someone else. But the perfect girl had arrived. /Lindsay Donner, have I got plans for you./ He set down his drink, watching her from across the room. It wouldn't do to approach her just now. She wouldn't be ready to leave with him for a little while. /Later, my darling./ Lifting his drink, he continued watching her closely. It wouldn't do to let her leave with someone else.

***

"Anything yet, Lindsay?"

Sidling over to a corner, she whispered, "No overtures, Peter, but there is a guy who's been watching me all night. He's givin' me the creeps."

"Could be our guy, show him to me." Peter's voice held both relief and concern. Though relief at what, she wasn't sure. Lindsay turned, aiming the camera in her necklace at the man at the bar. "He looks familiar, did you see him yesterday?"

"Maybe," she laughed. "You were paying more attention to them than I was, Peter."

His momentary silence at that held embarrassment that Lindsay heard despite Matt and Anton's quiet chuckling. "I just want to catch this guy before he hurts anyone else."

"Lindsay, not to side with Peter, he looks familiar to me, too. I think we saw him here last night."

"So is this our guy?"

"Maybe," Peter's smile was in his voice. "Or maybe he's just got good taste and bad manners. I mean," he shared a look Lindsay couldn't see with the other guys,"we all think you're beautiful, right, guys?"

"Well, of course." Matt laughed.


"She's a lovely young woman," Anton sounded just like a proud father.

"Thanx, guys, that's sweet. But you boys need to help me with something. Should I approach him or wait and let him make the first move if he's going to?"

"Well, he's certainly paying a lot of attention to you, and he's creeping me out too. I think that's our guy."

"Wait five more minutes, then flirt subtly. You must remember how. It hasn't been that long, has it?"

"Matt, when I get back to that van, I'm going to hurt you."

ll, ll, I'm waiting right outside."

"You're always outside. I hope the next undercover site is a gay biker bar. I bet they'd love to show you the finer points of flirting."

"Get to work, girl, go get him."

"I'm going, Matt, relax."

"Be careful, Lindsay." Peter's voice sent a shiver down her spine. Walking across the floor, Lindsay rubbed a fingertip over the camera, knowing words would give her away. Sliding onto the barstool next to the suspect, she ordered a vodka tonic.

"Lindsay,"

/I know, Peter, I know./ Lindsay touched the mike at her collar, tapping an acknowledgment. Pretending to sip her drink, she glanced at the creepy man out of the corner of her eye, acting flirtatious and interested.

***

It was a good sign that she was expressing an interest in him. None of the others had done that so quickly. Maybe she could sense something about him. Any psi abilities she had would only increase her value in the ritual. /Don't act too interested, or she'll think you're insane./ "Hi,"

She smiled, turning to face him, "Hi,"

"Have we met somewhere before?" /That's it, keep it casual./

"Maybe," she touched her necklace, seeming a little nervous. "You seem familiar to me, too. Do you come here a lot?"

He smiled, trying to show interest without scaring her away. "Every now and then, I've seen some of the most amazing women here." Reaching out, he stroked a fingertip over the sheer fabric covering her wrist.

Shifting away a little, she looked embarrassed. "Don't tease me."

"I'm not teasing, hasn't anyone told you how beautiful you are?"

---
Matt and Anton glanced nervously at Peter, both wondering about his reaction to the guy's words. He restrained himself admirably, leaning forward to watch the screen carefully. "It's him," he turned to Matt and tapped a fingertip against the monitor. "That's our guy, Matt."

"How do you know that, Peter?"

"I–“ Peter stopped, as if searching for proof, evidence, then just shook his head. “I just do. This is him and he's going to try for her tonight."

"You're sure," Matt's words were caught between a statement and a question.

"I'm sure, Matt. I know it's him. Lindsay's in danger."

"Okay, calm down," Matt turned on his mike. "Lindsay, we think this is our guy. So be careful but be receptive. If he's gonna try to take you, he'll have to get you out of the main room."

A tap on her mike let Matt know she heard him as Lindsay continued flirting.

---

Man, she seemed nervous. She kept fidgeting with her choker and the collar of her shirt. Maybe it was the crowd making her jumpy. Besides, it was almost time to go and it would attract attention to do it here.

"Lindsay, it's so loud in here, whattaya say we go somewhere where we can talk?"

"Sure, Ben, I'd like that." She stood, picking her purse up off the bar. "Lead the way."

***