Secrets

"I knew you had to be behind this." She shifted in the hard, metal chair.

The cuffs on her wrists clinked together as her green eyes met the blue ones of the man who came through the door of the small interrogation room.

"Ashley." Mahone turned and closed the blinds on the viewing window next to the door, as he closed and locked it.

"Alexander." She mocked his tone.

The scrape of the metal chair on the floor resounded in the small, nearly empty room as he pulled it away from the table and sat down.

"So what do I owe the pleasure?" Ashley placed her handcuffed hands on the table in front of her, clasping her fingers together.

"I need you…"

"Well that's not a first." She interrupted his sentence.

Mahone glared at her and continued. "Your help."

" Oh." She placed her hands back in her lap, fidgeting with her skirt.

As her mind went back to the past, and things he had done, her anger flared. "Why should I help you?"

"You owe me." His own anger was becoming apparent.

"I owe you?" Her words cut through the air. "I don't owe you anything."

She clenched her teeth trying to keep from bursting out at him. He had always done that, only been there when he needed her. Hardly ever the opposite.

"It was me who saved you from a life a prison." He looked at her cold and hard.

"You are the one who should be in prison." Her eyes met his, and his calmness broke.

He rounded the table, yanking her chair around to face him.

"I protected you." His anger was growing with each second.

His face was inches from her's.

"You're the criminal, you should be here and not me!" Her own words yelled right back into his face.

His anger broke. "Don't you ever say that to me again!"

He looked as if he were going to strike out at her. She reacted first.

She grabbed his face in her hands, pulling him those last few inches towards her. She clamped her mouth against his, forcing her tongue between his lips. She kissed him hard, crushing their mouths together and for just a few seconds, he kissed her back.


He grabbed her long blonde hair, wrapping it in his fingers, pulling her head back and breaking the kiss.

"No..." She groaned against his lips, trying to kiss him again.

He leaned his head against her's, their foreheads touching.

He shook his head, giving her slight smile, as both of them breathed quickly, their mouths open. She leaned up and licked his moist lips with the tip of her tongue, wanting more of his mouth again.

"I need you." This time she didnt interrupt his completed sentence.

With his hand still intertwined in her long locks, he pulled her up towards him, their bodies crushing against each others. His free hand cupped her buttocks and he turned, lifting her onto the table. This time his mouth hungrily found her's, kissing her with an urgent need. It had been too long this time.

She gasped as her buttocks hit the cold hard, steel of the table. She reached her still hand-cuffed hands to the waist of his suit pants.

He slapped her hands away from him. "No." He voiced sternly against her mouth, crushing her lips to his again. Moving his mouth against her's.

Grabbing a hold of her button down shirt, he ripped it open exposing her breasts cupped in a lacy beige bra. Their mouths continued to move together, never once breaking their assault on each other's lips.

With one smooth move he reached around her waist, pulling her towards him, as his other hand swiftly and expertly unzipped his pants, freeing his engorged organ. She spread her legs wrapping them around his back, and locking her ankles together. The move brought them closer. His hand reached between her legs moving her panties aside and plunged his whole length into her. She gasped as he entered her, but his mouth clamped down on her's once more, drowning out the rest.

He thrust harshly against her, his hands holding her tightly against him. Their mouths greedily devoured each other. He continued thrusting pouring his pent up anger into them. She pressed her hips against him, eagerly meeting his thrusts.

She climaxed quickly, silently as his mouth tightly moved against her's. His followed with one final hard thrust into her.

He held her tightly against him, keeping himself inside of her as the shudders worked their way from their bodies. Their breathing slowly came back to normal as sweat clinged to their skin.

She tugged at his shirt, pulling the tails free from his still buckled pants, running her hands against the warm and moist skin of his chisled abdomen as far as her hand-cuffs allowed.

Their aggressivness slowed but their want for each other remained. He gingerly, passionatly kissed her, his tongue still exploring her mouth as they continued to cool down.

"Why should I do this?"

He kissed her neck, trailing his tongue downward, licking at the hollow spot of her throat. "Because you love me."

His mouth found her's again before she could disagree. His hand, tangled once more in her hair, held her hard against his soft lips for a brief period of time. Their lips grazed softly together. He pulled his mouth away from her's slightly, their bodies still molded together as one. She took her chance again.

"Why should I help you?"

He gazed into her eyes, with a passion she hadn't seen in a long time. "Because I love you."

He whispered against her lips as their mouths once more melted together. This time he pushed her tenderly back onto the table.