Silver on Black

As he came down the stairs to the corridor, Bobby Goren took a quick look around, but there was no-one else around to see him walking quickly down to the little bathroom. There never was on this corridor; it was given over to archives and files, and no-one ever came down here except once in a blue moon to hunt for a piece of paper from a long-dead case. Well, apart from the janitor, who liked to take a break and read Sports Weekly every so often. And probably also whoever had left a pair of blue lace panties in one of the stalls. Bobby was damn sure they were nothing to do with him, although it certainly wouldn’t surprise him to learn that he wasn’t the only one to use the bathroom for the occasional tryst.

Technically, of course, they definitely shouldn’t be doing this. It was sheer madness to have their reunion in a bathroom in One Police Plaza, his workplace, when in only a few hours they’d have all the time they liked in his apartment to get reacquainted. He’d be severely embarrassed if he got caught. And that was a large part of the sheer thrill of doing it like this; the knowledge that you shouldn’t be doing it and that you had to get back in time to pretend you’d just nipped out for some fresh air and a walk just adding to the excitement.

In any case, it was a safe, contained risk. They had enough time to get there and back, they hadn’t been seen leaving together, and whilst he didn’t make a habit of this, he’d done it a couple of times before and knew from past experience that they wouldn’t get caught. They didn’t work for the same organisation and weren’t officially working together any more; no need to worry about the frat regs.

Besides, after Sienna had made such an effort to impress him, laying her desire for him right out there on the line, he could hardly fail to match her little gambit, and raise the stakes. The lustful look in those beautiful green eyes of hers when she’d read his reply had been more than worth the risk all by itself.

It occurred to him that Sienna would probably have worked out that he’d used the bathroom for this purpose before. He hoped she wouldn’t be put off by that… were they going to be exclusive? He thought she’d prefer that - in many ways, he would too - but they’d just have to see how the next few days went. He did get the strong impression that this new Interpol division was going to go ahead, in which case she would probably be in New York on a regular basis for the foreseeable future. He’d not planned on anything much more than a single enjoyable night when they’d first got together. (Well, being honest; he’d not done any planning; it hadn’t been the rational part of his brain making the decisions that rainy summer night.)

But since then, he’d kept thinking of her, and she’d obviously been thinking of him, which was flattering. She was considerably younger than he… but not too young, she was very definitely an adult woman and, following their recent telephone conversations, he was interested in her on more than just a physical level. Her experience of life, growing up in both the US and Russia, then travelling widely before settling in Europe to work for Interpol as a translator, gave her a different perspective on the world to many of the native New Yorkers he met on a regular basis. He was interested in finding out how she saw the world, how she’d react to his beloved home city. That, and she spoke German.

And she’d seen him at work. Usually, he was always careful to present the most charming, sociable aspects of his personality to women… but Sienna had seen him think out loud, seen him make the lightning-fast connections between facts that usually baffled others and left them confused or thinking him “weird”, unless of course their name was Alexandra Eames. She’d seen some of the ruthless determination to get at the truth that he knew was one of his less personally attractive character traits, even as it was utterly central to his success in his chosen career path.

(He could still recall the feel of Timkowski’s nerve endings under his thumb, hear the man’s hisses of pain, remember the sickening feeling of causing more pain to someone already suffering, even if it hadn’t been permanently damaging and he’d only done it for the simple reason that the two of them plus their other innocent colleagues would have died if he hadn’t.) Okay, they’d only worked together for 24 hours. But even so, it was already a different script to his usual romantic encounters. How far it would go, he had no idea. But for now, he was happy just to see where it took them.

He’d not slept with anyone himself since their night together in the Connecticut army base. That had been partly to keep things simple. He could go without for a month, easily, and it didn’t really seem right to be phoning her every week, describing everything he’d like to do with her, whilst at the same time sleeping with other women. But partly also it was sheer lack of time and opportunity. Major Case had been extremely busy since he’d got back from the surveillance operation, and he’d done little other than work, sleep, eat, fit in the occasional treadmill session and phone Sienna for the past month. Now Sienna was here and, thanks to her little list of ‘facts’ in the conference, his sex drive had reawakened with a vengeance.

Well, that, and the overall Sienna-in-a-suit effect. Even before she’d happened to mention she was wearing stockings (and the mental image that conjured up was one he was working hard to repress until he made it into the bathroom), he’d been struck by her appearance. Sienna in army fatigues was cute. Sienna naked was gorgeous (another image to repress), but Sienna in a silvery suit and heels, hair carefully groomed, make-up neat, every inch the professional Interpol translator, was sexy as hell.

If anything the overall effect was heightened by her business-like manner. He’d been slightly worried that she wouldn’t be able to hide the fact that they were more to each other than just two law-enforcement professionals who’d happened to work together on the same operation, or that she’d keep making eye contact with him during her speech. But no, her greeting to him had been friendly, her smile genuine but no more than one would expect from casual acquaintances, and her speech on cultural nuances to be aware of when gathering intelligence among the Russian & Eastern European expat communities both thorough and interesting. He’d also noted that she’d taken his comments on her speaking manner in the spirit in which he’d intended them; friendly guidance. Yes, this was going to work.

One last glance over his shoulder, and he slipped through the bathroom door, doing his best not to look furtive - a dead giveaway - then turning smoothly to lock the door before allowing himself to relax and look at her. There she was at last, by the sink, a little hint of nervousness in her expression, mixed with some awareness of how good she looked, but mainly her face was expressing sheer desire and joy at seeing him again, and he naturally responded to that, a wide, welcoming smile spreading over his own face. He paused by the door, resisting the urge to simply sweep her up into his arms and kiss her as long and hard as she deserved. She’d made a big effort for him, after all, and she couldn’t have known that he’d be able to match it by finding them somewhere private for this little encounter. He ought to repay that by showing how much he appreciated it.

He let his eyes travel over her, deliberately lingering on her legs and breasts, displayed beautifully by the stockings and push-up bra she was wearing; he could just see a tiny hint of lace beneath her thin white blouse. She returned the compliment, her gaze travelling over him, checking out his shoulders, waist, long legs, shown off very well by one of his favourite black suits which he knew accentuated his height and broad shoulders. Her gaze lingered just a few seconds at his groin before sweeping up to make eye contact, then she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing her lips to his and pressing herself against him. Warm, soft, curvy female, physically in his arms at last, not conjured up by memory… he pulled her close, gently running one hand through her hair, whilst his other hand cupped her backside, holding her against him as his tongue entered her mouth and she moaned softly.

What was that saying about kissing? Mimicking above what is desired below? Mmm yes, her eager response was having exactly that effect, and right here and now was exactly the right place for it. She was wriggling against him deliciously now, her arousal very obvious (although his was probably even more obvious). She broke off the kiss and pressed her lips against his neck, finding that sensitive little spot just below his jaw that she knew he loved to have kissed, licking very lightly, conjuring up irresistible memories of her lips on other parts of him.

She was slowly kissing her way along his neck to his ear, having to stretch slightly to reach that high. The gentle pressure of her breasts against his chest was evoking yet more memories of their last time together, those green eyes looking up at him with desire, and later with sheer female satisfaction. Her stretching was causing her skirt to rise further up her legs; he reached underneath, sliding his hand under her skirt, finding the areas of sensitive bare skin at the top of her stockings and stroking very gently.

She was moaning very softly, obviously loving every minute, then she murmured into his ear, “Missed you”. He pulled back just a little to be able to look her in the eyes. His reply came straight from the heart; “Missed you too. Been thinking about you… wondering if you’d come to New York, wondering if you’d think it wasn’t such a good idea.” He could see a faint hint of relief in her eyes, and guessed she’d had her own private little doubts about this, but there was nothing doubtful about the way she was beginning to undo his jacket, tugging his shirt out of his pants. He felt the same way; he wanted her out of those clothes and pressed up against him, the two of them reunited. Damn, this was good.

It was better than good; he’d almost forgotten that part of the joy of the early stages of a proper relationship was the sheer sweet knowledge that the other person wanted you as much as you wanted them, the joy of knowing that you’d be getting great sex on a regular basis, getting to know your partner thoroughly and explore what she wanted beyond the obvious “kiss, fumble, screw” stages, seeing your desire mirrored in her eyes... Sienna had such beautifully expressive eyes, especially when she looked him firmly in the eye with that wonderful mixture of humour and determination (and lust).

“After that last phone conversation we had?” she replied, raising an eyebrow. He chuckled in reply; yes, that had been memorable. “Anyway, this is a big opportunity for me. I get to advance my career AND sleep with this gorgeous New York detective I met mmmph…”

He couldn’t resist kissing her again, whilst at the same time relieving her of her jacket. They were on a timer here, after all… well, that and he wanted to see what was underneath that pretty suit after having his imagination running on overdrive since she’d mentioned she was wearing stockings. He’d shed his own jacket and tie whilst she was speaking, hanging them on the corner of the bathroom stall, and began to unbutton her white blouse, seeing a tempting flash of silver and white lace underneath, tiny nipples erect through the thin fabric. Actually, this would be easier if they were at the same height. He picked her up, both hands around her waist, gently setting her down on the edge of the sink unit behind them, loving her delighted smile at his display of male strength, the way she pulled him closer. He wrapped his arms round her again, and leaned forward to murmur in her ear; “So… you missed me, huh?”

She responded with a heartfelt groan. “Hell yes, I missed you. Went to bed every night wishing you were there.”

Yeah, me too, he thought, unbuttoning her blouse, and then pausing to stare in frank admiration at her breasts, displayed now in silver-and-white silk and lace. Beautiful. Just perfect for her, matching her suit and colouring and making the most of those beautiful full breasts. Pretty and sexy, but not full-on in the way that red or black would be (his mind presented him with an image of Sienna in black leather; okay, that would have its attractions too). She looked great and he was incredibly glad she’d come back to New York.

“Have you lost weight?” he asked, eyes travelling up and down her body, familiar strong arms, curvy hips, sweet rounded belly which did look a little smaller than when he’d last seen her. Part honest question, part knowledge that if you hadn’t seen your girlfriend for a while, that was never a bad line to lead off with. She smiled delightedly.

“Mmm… yes, I have. Let’s just say I’ve had an appetite for something other than food lately.”

Me too, beautiful Sienna. He leaned in closer, scenting her perfume and, underneath that, the sweet faint musk of her arousal.

He bent closer, more excited now, wanting to be closer to her, her scent causing some very primitive responses, and her hand gently exploring his groin was if anything making them even stronger, he’d almost forgotten what a gentle, yet pleasant, touch she had. Her hands were busy undoing his belt, then she stopped as he began to caress her naked skin. She was wonderfully warm under his touch, and he could feel her breathing speeding up as his hands stroking teasingly near her breasts. He murmured into her ear: “So I hear… every night, huh? Girl with a big appetite…”

“I’m sure you can satisfy it ahhh….” She stopped as his mouth closed over one of those sensitive little nipples, sucking gently through the soft silk of her bra as his hands tugged up her skirt. He was trying desperately to keep control, but the combination of a month’s deprivation plus the need to finish this fairly quickly was testing him to his limits, almost agonisingly so as he kissed his way down her belly, wrapping an arm around her waist to hold her in place as he pressed his mouth hard against the soft silk of her panties. Memory and instinct combined, and he remembered the exact rhythm she liked, lapping at the warm wet silk, scenting and tasting her arousal as she writhed against him, obviously loving the sensation of wet silk against the sensitive flesh underneath. Not long now… she must be as ready for this as he was. He untied the panties, pulling them away to reveal her sweet flesh underneath, like a flower opening in the sun, and gently slipped a finger inside her. She arched her back, obviously ready for him, then looked down into his eyes as he stopped briefly for a second, teasing her a little.

He’d evidently given her a few ideas, as she declared “Your turn”, and slithered off the sink and onto her knees in one graceful movement, reaching for his belt again. He gasped involuntarily as she very slowly undid his belt and removed his pants and briefs, pausing deliberately to let him think about what she was going to do, let him remember the feel of her lips caressing his swollen flesh. The expression of glee on her face at the sight of him naked, fully aroused, was almost enough on its own... then her mouth closed over the tip of him and the world abruptly contracted to his erection and her mouth and hands. Oh, she was good at this, completely in control, so that all he had to do was go with the sensations. She was obviously genuinely enjoying it herself, loving the soft cries he couldn’t help giving as his hands tangled in that bright red hair, feeling her head moving gently in a wonderful rhythm, just fast enough to tease him unbearably, not so fast he was about to come there and then.

Her mouth slowed, then stopped, and he opened his eyes to see her standing up, gracefully shedding her skirt and panties. He caught his breath at the sight of her in just her blouse, bra, stockings and heels, female figure beautifully displayed in front of him, inviting him to take her and pleasure both of them right there and then. Gently, he pulled off her blouse, paused to put on a condom, and guided her to a place just in front of the mirror, where the floor was conveniently raised enough to give him easier access. Her legs opened in invitation, and he held himself back from accepting it just long enough for her to see him behind her in the mirror.

He shivered at the sight of the two of them in the mirror, her in her bra and stockings, soft red fur between her legs begging him to stroke her and pleasure her, him in just his white shirt, open where she’d undone the buttons, framing his naked body behind her, to all appearances the dominant male about to make love to his mate. Her body pushed backwards against him instinctively as he entered her as gently as he could, groaning softly at the feel of her tight muscles gripping him as she stretched around him. Was there a more delightful sound than the joyful cries of a woman as you made love to her, knowing with every thrust that she was loving it as much as you, her joy amplifying yours? Later that day, he promised himself, he would draw it out as long as he could, show her exactly how good it could be for the two of them when they had all the time in the world to enjoy each other, but now was all about reconnecting, a promise for later. He planted a hand at the front of her hips to prevent her bruising herself on the sink, then began to play with those beautiful breasts, loving the sight of her in the mirror, the two of them together at long last.

She had braced herself against the wall, leaving her helpless to prevent him doing exactly what he liked, and he took full advantage, remembering her eager response to his taking the lead just like this that last memorable time together. He murmured in her ear, “You see what effect you have on me, beautiful Sienna? Every man in that conference would have killed to be where I am, right now, seeing you like that… I love seeing you like that, Sienna, you look so lovely… I especially like your ankles, I think they’ll look great around my ears, later tonight…”

Oh god, but she looked incredible, aroused and sexual and responding to him, and watching her arch against him in the mirror, moving against him and squeezing him tightly in her own rhythm took him over the edge, thrusting harder and harder, instinct leading him to muffle his cries against her shoulder as he came inside her, waves of pleasure running through his cock and belly and thighs, groaning softly. She was going to start thinking that that was a fetish of his if he wasn’t careful, he thought vaguely as he collapsed against her back, trusting to her strong arms to support both of them as his heart raced, body still shuddering, lips kissing her neck gently in passionate gratitude for that incredible moment. With some reluctance, he pulled out of her, and murmured in a throaty voice, “Something tells me you didn’t enjoy that quite as much as I did.”

“I’m not so worried about that right now,” she replied. Aah, his instinct had been right, then. Well, he wasn’t having her thinking he was only after one thing… besides, what sort of man would he be if he didn’t ensure she enjoyed it just as much?

“No? I am. I’m not having you sitting there all through the conference, looking at me with those big plaintive green eyes, all unsatisfied, thinking Bitte detektiv, bilden mir Liebe auf diesem Konferenztische,” he teased her.

She was equal to that, grinning and replying, “Well, that would certainly liven things up.” Chuckling softly, he gently turned her round to face him and dropped his mouth to her breast, two fingers sliding into her, his other hand rubbing across her clitoris in the rhythm he’d used before. Wonderfully, she relaxed into him, leaning back and relaxing, giving in to the pleasure, accepting this as his gift to her, and it wasn’t long before he felt her thigh and belly muscles tensing, warmth against his fingers, and if he just kept up the rhythm, didn’t stop or slow down, yes, there… her back arched and she cried out softly, coming against his hands, then collapsing against him, wrapping her arms around him.

He embraced her softly as her head rested on his shoulder, her breath gently tickling his chest. He was vaguely aware that he was wearing an extremely smug, I’ve-just-got-laid-and-MAN-it-feels-good-damn-I’m-lucky smile. Probably better do something about that, he thought, and actually, so had she. She looks just like a Cheshire cat, he thought, and was elated at the thought that he had done that, that this warm, smart, sexy woman had just come in his arms (and that it wouldn’t be too long before they could do it all over again).

Sienna raised her wrist and looked at her watch; sadly, their time together had come to an end. By mutual unspoken consensus, they disentangled and began to clean up and get dressed. He moved across, and stopped after unlocking the door. There were voices outside.

He stopped, hearing voices outside. Voices that weren’t going away. Shit. Now what? They looked at each other in mutual consternation, then Sienna grinned, reached up, and unhooked one of her earrings. She handed it to him and strode out of the bathroom confidently, then turned to him and smiled, holding out her hand.

“Honestly, I’m so grateful. When it fell down the sink, I thought I’d NEVER manage to get it back.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied, getting the idea and handing the earring back to her. Beside her, two uniformed cops clutching overstuffed files glanced across curiously, then returned to their conversation. “Those sink pipes are pretty difficult to unscrew.”

“Oh, I know, I thought I’d have to get the janitor, bad enough I got lost looking for the bathroom, this place is like a rabbit warren.” She turned and began to head back along the corridor to the conference, and he followed in her wake, smiling privately to notice that both the uniforms were surreptitiously checking her out from the corners of their eyes. Look all you like, but there’s only ONE man round here who gets to see what’s under there, and DAMN, I am lucky that it’s me, he thought privately, and grinned smugly at the thought. My Sienna, my beautiful sexy Sienna. Mine.