His Kind Of Gal

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John Casey walks back to his apartment slowly, rubbing his wrists to relieve the soreness that getting tied up (again) has given him. Today was meant to be his day off, but he’s still got some time to relax before another day dawns and Buy More beckons once again….John counts having turned one of China’s top spies as a good thing so it’s not as if the day was wasted. Chuck eyes him suspiciously as he crosses the courtyard as if John’s planning on coming over to ruin his plans for dinner, but the big man just shakes his head and unlocks his door.

Once inside, John kicks off his boots and heads towards the bathroom intent upon taking a shower but as he walks through the small kitchen area of the sparsely decorated apartment he notices that the knife block isn’t where he left it that morning. That isn’t the only thing that’s been moved, either; the small bonsai tree that has been given pride on the ledge is about one inch or so away from where it usually sits.

He could tell himself that he’s being paranoid, but that’s not the case – John hasn’t survived this long without trusting his instincts, even if they’ve led to a few embarrassments courtesy of a certain redheaded DEA agent. He’s a man who values neatness, and he knows that someone has been there…and still might be there. His gun is in his hand instantly, his stance guarded as he looks around slowly.

The instincts that have served to keep him alive this long suddenly tell him to turn around now, and he whirls to find Mei Ling standing right there training a gun on him in his own kitchen. “You’re pretty fast for someone so big,” she says, looking him over appraisingly.

“And you’re pretty sneaky for someone who has no business even being near here.” They keep their guns pointed at each other, circling warily for any advantage they could find. “Whatever you’re after, you can forget about it.”

“I’m not here to kill you – if I was, you’d be dead already,” the beautiful Chinese spy counters, flicking her black hair out of her face.

He narrows his eyes at her and keeps the gun steady. “No? Whaddaya want, then?”

Those almond-shaped eyes give him another once-over, lingering a little on the area below his waist. “I wanted to thank you for helping me save my brother.”

Uh huh, like he’s really going to buy that. “Right,” John says incredulously. “And now you’re going to sell me your share of the Great Wall.”

Mei smiles, and jiggles her weapon at him. “If I put my gun down, will you shoot me?”

“Depends upon how fast you put it down, doesn’t it?” he counters. With another smile he doesn’t quite trust, the beautiful agent lowers her gun and places it on the table next to one of the computers. “Lose the rest of ‘em,” John orders, knowing she’s got at least two, maybe three more weapons concealed somewhere.

She raises her hands in the traditional gesture of surrender. “Why don’t you search me and find them yourself, Major?”

John’s eyes narrow immediately – if she thinks he’s going to fall for that, she’s….well, what harm could it do? It’s not as if he hasn’t daydreamed about running his hands over her body, and he won’t let this turn out like his last meeting with Karina. Mei’s still looking at him expectantly, so he approaches her and sets his gun next to the bonsai before circling around behind her. She raises her arms and John begins to pat her down briskly, not about to put up with any female nonsense, but his hands start to slow down right about the time she leans back and grinds against him.

Well, well. If she wanted to play, then he’d play. What the hell’s she gonna do, try to sue me for sexual harassment? John grins and runs his palms up and over her breasts, squeezing gently as if she might have a weapon concealed there, but Mei just shimmies backwards again to press up against his hard-on. His questing fingers touch the solid edge of a stiletto’s handle, and this is the excuse he needs to get her shirt off. “And what do we have here, Miss Ling?” he asks silkily, grasping her shirt’s top button seconds before ripping her shirt open. Placing his hands on her shoulders, John turns her to face him and gazes down at the knife nestled between her breasts, then at the breasts themselves before leisurely returning his eyes back up to her face. She’s still just looking at him with an unreadable expression on her face, and it’s as if she weren’t rubbing her ass up against his cock just a minute ago. “What else do you have?”

Mei wets her lips with her tongue, so slowly that she has to know he’s envisioning those lips wrapped around his shaft as she sucks him halfway to heaven. “You’re not done searching.”

“You don’t have any handcuffs, do you?” he asks suspiciously. Thankfully, she just looks baffled by this question and he can finally start to relax and enjoy himself. “Good.” John cups her face in his hands and leans down to kiss her, her instant response telling him all he needs to know. Today is a good day. Lifting her easily, he places the tiny woman on the kitchen table and continues the weapons search. The small knife is discarded and he slides his fingers inside the lace of her light blue bra, making her shiver when he rubs her nipples slowly. “Mmm, nothing in here,” John breathes against her neck before walking his fingers down to her tight-fitting pants. “Let’s see what you have down here.”

John removes her boots and pulls her trousers off, taking his time because he sees the lustful look in her eyes and he’ll enjoy making her wait for what she wants. He finds a brace of tiny knives strapped around one toned thigh and another fastened to her ankle, following the path of his hands with his mouth and trailing licks and kisses across her skin until she’s gasping his first name like it’s a prayer. “Are all Americans so slow?” Mei pants desperately. She’s stretched out across his table, as sweet a dessert as he’s ever seen, and John quickly tugs off the rest of his clothes so he can feel that silky skin against his own.

They’re both in nothing but their underwear now, and Mei arches up to him as he settles atop her, making the table creak in protest. “You’ll break the table.”

“You’re complaining?” John hisses as she wraps her legs around him and pulls him into the cradle of her hips. He places both hands on either side of her body and rocks against her, enjoying the torturously slow frottage in anticipation of having her entirely nude beneath him. Arching his back, he tugs at the strap of her bra with his teeth. “Can you get it off?”

Leaning back but keeping his lower body flush with hers, he watches as Mei reaches behind her back to unsnap her bra, then tosses it aside to disclose her full breasts. “Bedroom. Now.”

“Now,” he agrees, moving off of her and down to the floor – the other agent hops back into his arms as soon as John reaches for her, and he staggers to the bedroom with his amorous armful to dump her on the coverlet. She shimmies out of her panties as he shucks his boxers, and he hopes she knows enough English to communicate with him; not that this sort of situation has ever needed words, but his Chinese just isn’t good enough to ask if she’s got herpes. Fuck it, I’ll take my chances.

Mei reaches down to stroke his cock as he’s licking at her nipples, and John shoves into her fingers eagerly as he feels her other hand working his balls - a lot of women would never be so forward, and he’s loving it. Too bad this is the only chance he’ll get to give her a going-over, since she’s scheduled to leave for Washington in the morning.

He breaks away suddenly and moves down her body to get a mouthful of that sweet little pussy, and Mei immediately rolls around so they’re in a 69…she really is his kind of gal. John buries his face between her legs as he feels her take him into her mouth and then they’re sucking, licking, and blowing each other like their lives depend on it. He suckles her clit and drinks her in until she’s screaming around the cock in her mouth, and the reverberations make his balls draw up against his body, high and tight and aching. If she weren’t leaving in the morning he’d come in her mouth and tongue-fuck her while she swallowed around him, but as things stand he wants to know what Chinese words she’ll be screaming as he bangs her senseless.

When prompted, she releases him from her mouth with a slurp that’s the dirtiest thing he’s ever heard. Mei starts swearing in Mandarin when he rolls the condom on his straining member and shoves inside her, and John shortly sets a rhythm that has the headboard slamming into the wall – he’d planned on doing her slow, but she feels too good to resist. Her screams build until it seems like she’ll bring the apartment unit down around them, and a final high-pitched wail on a frequency near to the one only dogs can hear is a testament to a job eminently well done. The nearly unbearable pressure in his balls builds even more with a few quick, furious thrusts, then he’s throwing his head back and bellowing his own pleasure as his orgasm hits with the force of ten land mines.

Rolling off her, John gasps for breath and waits for his thundering pulse to slow before looking over. Mei’s sprawled out and breathing just as hard as he is, with a dreamy look on her face. “That was your official welcome to America,” he pants.

Mei laughs shakily. “So, do you do that with every spy who decides to defect?”

“Just the really hot Chinese spies,” John promises.

She crawls over to collapse in the crook of his arm, and he’s surprised that he doesn’t feel the revulsion at ‘cuddling’ that he normally feels. Of course, Mei Ling isn’t anything like normal, what with the whole ‘breaking into his apartment because she wanted to fuck’ thing. Mei tilts her face towards him and before he knows it, he’s even kissing her and it feels as natural as if they’re a real couple who’ve just made love. Where the fuck did that come from? He opens his mouth to say something to snap them both out of this spell, but she beats him to it. “I have to go now, John.” With another deep kiss, she’s rolling away from him and searching for her bra and panties while he tries to figure out just why he’s disappointed that she doesn’t want to stay.

“I’ll help you,” he says finally, getting up and padding naked into the other room to help her search. Between the two of them, they collect her clothing and as she’s pulling on the ruined shirt John offers her the loan of one of his.

“You don’t have to.”

“Oh, I think I do. I ripped your shirt, after all.” And anyone seeing you walk out of here with my shirt hanging down past your knees will know exactly what we’ve been doing. The gleam of laughter in her dark eyes show that she’s aware of his ploy, but she goes along with it anyway and smiles up at him as he buttons it up for her.

Neither of them speak as Mei pulls her boots back on and retrieves her helmet from beneath the coffee table, but she allows him to draw her into his arms for one last kiss before she slips back through the door and out of his life.

A week later, John comes home from ‘work’ at Buy More to find a parcel addressed to him resting against his door – after several tests prove that it’s not a cleverly concealed bomb, he opens it and smiles. Inside is a large tan robe, because she noticed that he didn’t have one.

~fin~
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