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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
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The Stakeout
TITLE: Stakeout
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: Burn Notice
SHIP: Michael / Fiona
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Romance and Erotica
SPOILERS: None that I know of
SYNOPSIS: Michael and Fiona are on a stakeout and Fiona gets a little bored.
DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to the USA Ntwork and the writers and producers who created them. And whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. midknight_tales@yahoo.com
CHAPTER ONE
Sometimes, during a covert operation, the only way to get the information you need is to stake someone out and wait for them to do the thing you need them to do, to get what you want. The art of the stakeout is an age-old tradition in the intelligence community. It is basically constructive waiting and also extremely boring... most of the time.
He and Fiona had been tailing one Morris Ramcheck all around town for the entire evening with out much result. Morris Ramcheck was their only lead to Ivan Marrick, their actual target. Ivan was a very, very bad man, but a clever one, who knew all the tricks to stay invisible when people were looking for him. Morris was Ivan's bookie and Ivan's one vice was the ponies, which led them to watching Morris twenty-four / seven. He eased the mustang to the curb and parked in the dark shadows under the overhang of a tree, a couple of houses down from the driveway Morris had just pulled his red BMW convertible into. He watched as the man helped an obviously drunk and giggling young blonde out of the passenger seat before pressing her against the car and kissing her while his hands roamed over the blonde's lithe body.
Fiona shifted in the seat next to him as the couple stumbled up the drive and disappeared into Morris's house. "Well this has been a fun waste of time." She stated with a bright, but blatantly sarcastic smile. Michael sighed. "It can't be helped, Fee. He's the only lead we have to Ivan. We can leave in about half an hour. Sam will relieve us if nothing happens." He tried to appease her. "What's likely to happen? That blonde looked like she could go all night and I'm sure dear old Morris has some little blue pills to help him do the same." She continued and he could hear the pout and just a little edge in her voice. "Sorry Fee. Can't risk it. We wait for Sam to relieve us. We need to stay on this guy." He told her, watching the lights come on in the second story of the house. He knew she was most likely right and he should also have been paying a little more attention to her.
"Well, fine. But, who's going to relieve me while I wait." She said and it was her tone more than the words that alerted him. Michael swung his head to look at her to find her toying with the low neckline of her light, sundress with a finger where it revealed her cleavage and drawing his eyes to it. He noted the mischievous smile on her full lips and the twinkle in her green eyes and realized she was up to something. "Fee?" he said her name part questioningly and a little warningly, trying to head off whatever she had in mind. "What?" she asked, her features to innocent as she shifted closer to him and rested her hand lightly on his thigh. The scent of jasmine wafted off her to tantalize his nose and the warmth of her hand on his thigh made his dick slowly come to life in his pants. Her hand slid up his thigh and then onto his crotch. "No reason that Morris should be the only one to have some fun tonight." She told him, gently squeezing the growing bulge in his pants. "C'mon, Fee. Stop it. This isn't the place or time." He scolded her, but his voice didn't sound convincing even to his ears. She chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that was almost a purr, fondling his dick through his jeans as it twitched in response to her touch.
"This says otherwise." She countered and before he could reply she leaned over and pressed her lips to his. He tasted the strawberry of her lip gloss before opening his mouth to the light, but persistent probing of her tongue. Their heads shifted as they cemented their lip lock and their tongues, flicked, wrestled and tangoed. His hand wound into her thick, wealth of dark hair, cradling the back of her head and drawing her against him while her hand continued to stroke his now hard cock through his jeans and boxers. She broke their kiss, both of them drawing deep breaths to stabilize their breathing. He groaned as she squeezed his erection. "Dammit, Fee sometimes you make it really hard." He stated. "Sometimes? I should almost be offended, there was a time I always made it hard." She retorted, flashing him a brilliant smile and despite himself he chuckled. "Put your seat back, Michael." She told him, her voice velvet wrapped around steel. "He isn't going anywhere without us noticing. I'll admit it's good with us, but not that good." She told him and because he was so hard it almost hurt in the confines of his jeans he did as she told him and reclines the seat.
She tugged at his belt, unbuckling it and then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He almost sighed with the relief of pressure as she fished his penis out of the fly of his boxers. Her soft, smooth hand felt hot against his throbbing member as she wrapped her fingers around its base and slowly skimmed her fist up his length. He clenched his teeth and let out a slow hissed breath as she jacked his rod with a slight twisting motion, the friction sending tingling pleasure up his spine and causing his dick to twitch and clear lubricating liquid to spill from his tip. She collected it and let more form before spreading it along his shaft and increasing her pace and pressure with its slippery aid. She climbed up onto the seat until she was kneeling on it, at a right angle to him. His hips began to buck slightly of their own accord, thrusting into her tight grip. She bent forward and he felt her breath hot on his dickhead before he felt her tongue lightly lap at it. She teased him, using just the tip of her tongue and light kisses from her lips until he was bucking harder, trying to press into her mouth. She kept control with a firm grip on his cock. She flipped her lustrous, long hair to the side so that he could clearly see the grin on her face and the twinkle in her eye.
He knew what she wanted, she wanted to break his reserve, wanted him to either beg or better yet, to reach for her and take what he wanted. Fiona was a wonderful woman, but like everyone, she liked having power. Forcing his cock into her mouth, might seem to the average observer, as her loosing the control and thus the power, but they'd be wrong. She would have made him do it, she would be taking the control, and thus the power from him. Besides, if any man, or woman for that matter, ever forced themselves on her without her allowing it, he doubted they'd live to tell about it. His hands lifted, without his conscious though and he clenched his hands into fists and then relaxed them again and again as they hovered above his thigh and a couple of inches from her head. Her hand, soft kisses and lapping tongue felt wonderful, but he knew there was more. He could just let her win, grab handfuls of her beautiful mane and press her mouth to his cock. It was what she wanted after all, but instead he tightened his fists even further, the pain of his nails biting into his palms mixing with pleasure she was giving him.
He forced himself to look away from her and check on Morris. Everything looked fine. The upstairs lights were on and he could see the silhouette of Morris and the blonde he had brought home, they appeared to be stripping down for action. He took a deep breath and then reached for her. He rested his hand lightly on the top of her head before tenderly drawing stray curls of her hair out of her face, lightly brushing her cheek. Her skin was smooth and soft and he knew it would taste like vanilla and cinnamon. She gave him a startled look, and then her eyes softened. "Damn you, Michael." She swore at him softly and then lowered her lips and sucked him into her mouth.
Liquid heat surrounded him and her lips dragged along his skin, held tight by her hollowing cheeks as she sucked him in. Her agile tongue swirled and lapped along his shaft. Fiona was good at everything she put her mind to and oral sex was no exception, plus, she was really talented. The groan that slid out of his lips was part appreciation and part awe as the head of his dick pressed against the entrance to her throat and after a slight pause slid into its tight confines, burying her nose in his pubes. Her throat rippled around him as she swallowed, massaging his length, making his eyes narrow and his hips buck. She kept him there for a few moments and then slowly drew the tight ring of her sucking lips up his shaft.
So, began one of the most delicious tortures he had ever experienced. She bobbed her head, effectively and skillfully fucking his cock with her mouth. His fingers wound lightly through her hair, massaging her scalp and keeping the long, soft strands out of her face, so that he could continue witnessing the amazing spectacle of her oral performance. His ass clenched and his abs tensed as he fought to control his bucking hips as the wet pressure and friction of her lips and throat sent surges of pleasure up along his spine and made his balls churn. He had to work hard to find the focus to tear his eyes away from her and check on Ramcheck's house, but he managed it however briefly, finding everything in order. She kept him right on the edge, knowing just when to increase or decrease her pace and pressure; when to take him all the way in or when to just lightly suckle at his head or when to stop entirely.
She planted a light kiss on the tip of his dick, which sent a shiver down his spine and then lifted her head, turning the full intensity of her big, beautiful green eyes on him. She licked her lips seductively and then flashed him a bright smile. "Don't move." She instructed him and he watched as she sat back in her seat and using her shoulders as leverage, lifted and held her ass in the air while she wriggled out of her panties. He could smell her arousal in the close quarters of the Charger and it made his dick twitch.
It took a little doing, but after a few minutes, she was straddling his thighs, with her knees resting on either side of them. "Fee... You know we shouldn't be doing this." He tried to reason with her, although his dick throbbed and twitched in her hand as she steadied it and the heat he could feel radiating from her pussy as she started to lower herself was very inviting. "Relax, Michael. Ramcheck isn't going anywhere. He seems like the type to buy his Viagra in bulk." She countered. "That's not what I meant." He tried to explain, but his words ended in a heavy groan as she fitted him to her entrance and then let gravity do its job, slowly surround his member with her tight, wet heat. He saw her eyes flare wider for a moment and then her lids slowly lowered until she was looking at him through her lashes while she exhaled slowly. Her sex gripped at him, resisting and welcoming him at the same time as it dragged down his length with delicious friction and pressure until she settled onto his lap.
Her lower lip was pinned behind her straight, white teeth as she slightly and slowly rocked her hips back and forth, shifting her inside her as she adjusted to his length and girth. Fiona was a beautiful, sexy woman, there was no way to deny that, but watching her now, as he had in the past she was simply breathtaking. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers lightly massaging the back of his neck. "I meant us, Fee." He explained, finally finding his voice. "We were always good at doing the things we shouldn't, Michael, that's why we work so well together." She told him. "Fiona... "He started to elaborate, but she stilled him with a manicured finger over his lips. She smiled. "Hush, Michael. I know, but I'm a big girl. I know the difference between having fun and being intimate. The lines a little blurred between you and me, but that doesn't mean it can't be the former or the latter or both, really. We have something, Michael. It's dysfunctional as all hell, but until you get rid of your burn notice it isn't going to get permanently resolved one way or the other. In the mean time why should I deny myself; why should we deny ourselves the small pleasures when time permits. Our lives are so chaotic these moments are rare enough, not to waste." She informed him, her voice low and filled with earnesty.
He was stunned, he didn't know what to say. Fiona was prone to speaking her mind, but not about her true feelings and this moment of truth made him feel even closer to her, which just made him feel even worse, because he knew he wasn't able to commit to her, no matter how much he actually wanted to. But, she was right, these moments were to rare and special to be wasted. He let his fingers slide through her long, soft hair, cupping the back of her head and pulling her into a hard, searching, passionate kiss. Her head shifted with his and her lips opened under his and their tongues danced. He felt her snatch clench around him, her arms tightening around his neck as her breasts flattened against his chest, her nipples, hard, hot little points surrounded by the warmth of her firm globes.
She began to ride him slowly, keeping her strokes shallow at first, keeping him buried inside her delectably tight core while they nipped and sucked at each other's lips and their tongues fenced and wrestled across the ramparts of their teeth. Her strokes got longer and she was soon traversing his length, from its base to almost its tip at a smooth, steady, slow pace. She made soft noises of enjoyment into his mouth as he bucked his hips, driving him deeper into her when she drove herself down and him into her molten core. Their lips part and he nuzzles at her neck, breathing the vanilla scent of her skin and the almond of her hair as he licks and sucks at her skin. He can feel her lips on his, with her teeth occasionally testing the corded muscles along his shoulder.
He finds the thin strap of her dress and pulls it off her shoulder with his teeth. He slides his hand up the smooth skin of her arm and pulls the strap further down, exposing her breast when he tugs the side of the front of her dress aside as she arches back. He cups, fondles and squeezes her firm globe and then lowers his head to suck her plump, hard, nipple, about the size and diameter of the first joint of his thumb, into his mouth. He rolls his tongue around it, as he sucks at her areola and the tit flesh behind it. She groans heavily, her lips vibrating on his skin and her tight snatch clenches rhythmically around him, massaging his cock and making his balls tighten as she rocks on his lap, rolling her hips in tight little circles. He fondles her other breast, through the light material of her dress and thrusts up into her rocking hips.
She lifts her head from his shoulder, and he can hear her panting next to his ear as she pushes her breast into his mouth and he sucks harder at it, flicking her nipple with his tongue and lightly nipping at its rubbery, resistance with his teeth. His thumb and forefinger find her other nipple through her dress and roll and pinch it, tweaking it. She lets out soft, hoarse little cries as she continues to ride him as he lavishes his attention on her breasts. He is close to loosing control as the tight, velvet grip of her hot, wet cunt slides up and down his length sending delightful, intense waves of pleasure through him. He can feel her starting to quiver against and around him, her cries taking on a near mewling tone.
"Oh Fuck!" her exclamation is short and sharp in his ear and then her snatch locks around his cock, squeezing it hard, to the point of pain, for a moment and then she ripples around him, robbing him of control. His ass clenches and the small of his back tightens. He drags his mouth off her breast and just manages to stifle the roar that was boiling out of his through behind tightly gritted teeth and a clenched jaw as he throws his head back. His hips buck hard, driving him even deeper inside her as he erupts inside her, his cock expanding against the hot, slick pressure of her climaxing pussy as he pours his seed into her. He feels her fingernails drag across his back and neck and she lets out rapid panting moans as his semen joins the liquid heat flooding from her.
They stay locked like that, the shuddering of their bodies against each other slowly fading, her head resting on his shoulder, her breath ticking his neck. She raises her head slowly and he gently brushes some stray curls of her slightly damp hair out of her face. He watches as she licks her lips. "You're right we really shouldn't be doing that, Michael." She said softly, but her white teeth flash between the oval of her kiss-swollen lips in a bright smile, which belie her words. He slid the strap of her dress back into place and recovered her breast as he felt his cock start to shrink out of her. She shifts on his lap, her sex clenching at him in an attempt to hold him inside her. "I've been known to be wrong in the past." He told her and she chuckled. She stilled her mirth by the simple expedience of pressing his lips to hers in a languorous, searching kiss, his arms wrapping around her to press her firmly against him as he finally slipped free of her.
They almost spring apart as, they are suddenly lit by a pair of headlights coming up behind the Charger. She grabs her panties off the floor of the car while he tucks himself away and ties his jeans and re-buckles his belt. He flicks his eyes at Ramcheck's house, making sure his car is still in the driveway, and it is. She smiles at him as she adjusts her dress. Her eyes are bright and her skin almost glows and glistens lightly with sweat. He mops his own brow with the sleeve of his t-shirt and rolls down the window when Sam knocks on it. Sam peers into the car, greeting him and Fiona. "Anything to report? Anything happen?" he ask and his smile is more than amused and just a little to knowing. "No. He picked up some blonde at a club and they're in there now doing... well, each other I guess." He reported. "Okay. I'll take over for now. Why don't you two go home and get some rest. You look like... like you need it." He suggested and his grin, held more than its usual impudence. Michael gave him a withering look. "Just don't fall asleep." He warned Sam and started the car.
"Your place or mine, Fee?" he asked as they drove off. She raised an eyebrow at him. "You can drop me off at my place, Michael. What you do after that is your business, I suppose." she informed him. He gave her a tight little smile and they drove to her house in silence. He stopped in front of her house. "Fiona..." he started, but again she silenced him with a finger across his lips. "You've also been right, on occasion, Michael." She told him, her expression serious and thoughtful. "Goodnight, Michael. I'll see you in the morning." She informed him and taking her finger away, lightly pressed her lips to his before quickly opening the door and getting out. He watched her walk up the drive to her door, noting the slight sway to her hips, her shapely legs and her long, dark hair. He sits there, unmoving, for a moment more after she had entered her house and it has lit up. He licks his lips. He should switch off the car and go to her, speak to her, but they are both right, and no amount of words will change that for now. He shook his head, put the Charger in gear and drove off.
THE END
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: Burn Notice
SHIP: Michael / Fiona
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Romance and Erotica
SPOILERS: None that I know of
SYNOPSIS: Michael and Fiona are on a stakeout and Fiona gets a little bored.
DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to the USA Ntwork and the writers and producers who created them. And whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. midknight_tales@yahoo.com
CHAPTER ONE
Sometimes, during a covert operation, the only way to get the information you need is to stake someone out and wait for them to do the thing you need them to do, to get what you want. The art of the stakeout is an age-old tradition in the intelligence community. It is basically constructive waiting and also extremely boring... most of the time.
He and Fiona had been tailing one Morris Ramcheck all around town for the entire evening with out much result. Morris Ramcheck was their only lead to Ivan Marrick, their actual target. Ivan was a very, very bad man, but a clever one, who knew all the tricks to stay invisible when people were looking for him. Morris was Ivan's bookie and Ivan's one vice was the ponies, which led them to watching Morris twenty-four / seven. He eased the mustang to the curb and parked in the dark shadows under the overhang of a tree, a couple of houses down from the driveway Morris had just pulled his red BMW convertible into. He watched as the man helped an obviously drunk and giggling young blonde out of the passenger seat before pressing her against the car and kissing her while his hands roamed over the blonde's lithe body.
Fiona shifted in the seat next to him as the couple stumbled up the drive and disappeared into Morris's house. "Well this has been a fun waste of time." She stated with a bright, but blatantly sarcastic smile. Michael sighed. "It can't be helped, Fee. He's the only lead we have to Ivan. We can leave in about half an hour. Sam will relieve us if nothing happens." He tried to appease her. "What's likely to happen? That blonde looked like she could go all night and I'm sure dear old Morris has some little blue pills to help him do the same." She continued and he could hear the pout and just a little edge in her voice. "Sorry Fee. Can't risk it. We wait for Sam to relieve us. We need to stay on this guy." He told her, watching the lights come on in the second story of the house. He knew she was most likely right and he should also have been paying a little more attention to her.
"Well, fine. But, who's going to relieve me while I wait." She said and it was her tone more than the words that alerted him. Michael swung his head to look at her to find her toying with the low neckline of her light, sundress with a finger where it revealed her cleavage and drawing his eyes to it. He noted the mischievous smile on her full lips and the twinkle in her green eyes and realized she was up to something. "Fee?" he said her name part questioningly and a little warningly, trying to head off whatever she had in mind. "What?" she asked, her features to innocent as she shifted closer to him and rested her hand lightly on his thigh. The scent of jasmine wafted off her to tantalize his nose and the warmth of her hand on his thigh made his dick slowly come to life in his pants. Her hand slid up his thigh and then onto his crotch. "No reason that Morris should be the only one to have some fun tonight." She told him, gently squeezing the growing bulge in his pants. "C'mon, Fee. Stop it. This isn't the place or time." He scolded her, but his voice didn't sound convincing even to his ears. She chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that was almost a purr, fondling his dick through his jeans as it twitched in response to her touch.
"This says otherwise." She countered and before he could reply she leaned over and pressed her lips to his. He tasted the strawberry of her lip gloss before opening his mouth to the light, but persistent probing of her tongue. Their heads shifted as they cemented their lip lock and their tongues, flicked, wrestled and tangoed. His hand wound into her thick, wealth of dark hair, cradling the back of her head and drawing her against him while her hand continued to stroke his now hard cock through his jeans and boxers. She broke their kiss, both of them drawing deep breaths to stabilize their breathing. He groaned as she squeezed his erection. "Dammit, Fee sometimes you make it really hard." He stated. "Sometimes? I should almost be offended, there was a time I always made it hard." She retorted, flashing him a brilliant smile and despite himself he chuckled. "Put your seat back, Michael." She told him, her voice velvet wrapped around steel. "He isn't going anywhere without us noticing. I'll admit it's good with us, but not that good." She told him and because he was so hard it almost hurt in the confines of his jeans he did as she told him and reclines the seat.
She tugged at his belt, unbuckling it and then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He almost sighed with the relief of pressure as she fished his penis out of the fly of his boxers. Her soft, smooth hand felt hot against his throbbing member as she wrapped her fingers around its base and slowly skimmed her fist up his length. He clenched his teeth and let out a slow hissed breath as she jacked his rod with a slight twisting motion, the friction sending tingling pleasure up his spine and causing his dick to twitch and clear lubricating liquid to spill from his tip. She collected it and let more form before spreading it along his shaft and increasing her pace and pressure with its slippery aid. She climbed up onto the seat until she was kneeling on it, at a right angle to him. His hips began to buck slightly of their own accord, thrusting into her tight grip. She bent forward and he felt her breath hot on his dickhead before he felt her tongue lightly lap at it. She teased him, using just the tip of her tongue and light kisses from her lips until he was bucking harder, trying to press into her mouth. She kept control with a firm grip on his cock. She flipped her lustrous, long hair to the side so that he could clearly see the grin on her face and the twinkle in her eye.
He knew what she wanted, she wanted to break his reserve, wanted him to either beg or better yet, to reach for her and take what he wanted. Fiona was a wonderful woman, but like everyone, she liked having power. Forcing his cock into her mouth, might seem to the average observer, as her loosing the control and thus the power, but they'd be wrong. She would have made him do it, she would be taking the control, and thus the power from him. Besides, if any man, or woman for that matter, ever forced themselves on her without her allowing it, he doubted they'd live to tell about it. His hands lifted, without his conscious though and he clenched his hands into fists and then relaxed them again and again as they hovered above his thigh and a couple of inches from her head. Her hand, soft kisses and lapping tongue felt wonderful, but he knew there was more. He could just let her win, grab handfuls of her beautiful mane and press her mouth to his cock. It was what she wanted after all, but instead he tightened his fists even further, the pain of his nails biting into his palms mixing with pleasure she was giving him.
He forced himself to look away from her and check on Morris. Everything looked fine. The upstairs lights were on and he could see the silhouette of Morris and the blonde he had brought home, they appeared to be stripping down for action. He took a deep breath and then reached for her. He rested his hand lightly on the top of her head before tenderly drawing stray curls of her hair out of her face, lightly brushing her cheek. Her skin was smooth and soft and he knew it would taste like vanilla and cinnamon. She gave him a startled look, and then her eyes softened. "Damn you, Michael." She swore at him softly and then lowered her lips and sucked him into her mouth.
Liquid heat surrounded him and her lips dragged along his skin, held tight by her hollowing cheeks as she sucked him in. Her agile tongue swirled and lapped along his shaft. Fiona was good at everything she put her mind to and oral sex was no exception, plus, she was really talented. The groan that slid out of his lips was part appreciation and part awe as the head of his dick pressed against the entrance to her throat and after a slight pause slid into its tight confines, burying her nose in his pubes. Her throat rippled around him as she swallowed, massaging his length, making his eyes narrow and his hips buck. She kept him there for a few moments and then slowly drew the tight ring of her sucking lips up his shaft.
So, began one of the most delicious tortures he had ever experienced. She bobbed her head, effectively and skillfully fucking his cock with her mouth. His fingers wound lightly through her hair, massaging her scalp and keeping the long, soft strands out of her face, so that he could continue witnessing the amazing spectacle of her oral performance. His ass clenched and his abs tensed as he fought to control his bucking hips as the wet pressure and friction of her lips and throat sent surges of pleasure up along his spine and made his balls churn. He had to work hard to find the focus to tear his eyes away from her and check on Ramcheck's house, but he managed it however briefly, finding everything in order. She kept him right on the edge, knowing just when to increase or decrease her pace and pressure; when to take him all the way in or when to just lightly suckle at his head or when to stop entirely.
She planted a light kiss on the tip of his dick, which sent a shiver down his spine and then lifted her head, turning the full intensity of her big, beautiful green eyes on him. She licked her lips seductively and then flashed him a bright smile. "Don't move." She instructed him and he watched as she sat back in her seat and using her shoulders as leverage, lifted and held her ass in the air while she wriggled out of her panties. He could smell her arousal in the close quarters of the Charger and it made his dick twitch.
It took a little doing, but after a few minutes, she was straddling his thighs, with her knees resting on either side of them. "Fee... You know we shouldn't be doing this." He tried to reason with her, although his dick throbbed and twitched in her hand as she steadied it and the heat he could feel radiating from her pussy as she started to lower herself was very inviting. "Relax, Michael. Ramcheck isn't going anywhere. He seems like the type to buy his Viagra in bulk." She countered. "That's not what I meant." He tried to explain, but his words ended in a heavy groan as she fitted him to her entrance and then let gravity do its job, slowly surround his member with her tight, wet heat. He saw her eyes flare wider for a moment and then her lids slowly lowered until she was looking at him through her lashes while she exhaled slowly. Her sex gripped at him, resisting and welcoming him at the same time as it dragged down his length with delicious friction and pressure until she settled onto his lap.
Her lower lip was pinned behind her straight, white teeth as she slightly and slowly rocked her hips back and forth, shifting her inside her as she adjusted to his length and girth. Fiona was a beautiful, sexy woman, there was no way to deny that, but watching her now, as he had in the past she was simply breathtaking. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers lightly massaging the back of his neck. "I meant us, Fee." He explained, finally finding his voice. "We were always good at doing the things we shouldn't, Michael, that's why we work so well together." She told him. "Fiona... "He started to elaborate, but she stilled him with a manicured finger over his lips. She smiled. "Hush, Michael. I know, but I'm a big girl. I know the difference between having fun and being intimate. The lines a little blurred between you and me, but that doesn't mean it can't be the former or the latter or both, really. We have something, Michael. It's dysfunctional as all hell, but until you get rid of your burn notice it isn't going to get permanently resolved one way or the other. In the mean time why should I deny myself; why should we deny ourselves the small pleasures when time permits. Our lives are so chaotic these moments are rare enough, not to waste." She informed him, her voice low and filled with earnesty.
He was stunned, he didn't know what to say. Fiona was prone to speaking her mind, but not about her true feelings and this moment of truth made him feel even closer to her, which just made him feel even worse, because he knew he wasn't able to commit to her, no matter how much he actually wanted to. But, she was right, these moments were to rare and special to be wasted. He let his fingers slide through her long, soft hair, cupping the back of her head and pulling her into a hard, searching, passionate kiss. Her head shifted with his and her lips opened under his and their tongues danced. He felt her snatch clench around him, her arms tightening around his neck as her breasts flattened against his chest, her nipples, hard, hot little points surrounded by the warmth of her firm globes.
She began to ride him slowly, keeping her strokes shallow at first, keeping him buried inside her delectably tight core while they nipped and sucked at each other's lips and their tongues fenced and wrestled across the ramparts of their teeth. Her strokes got longer and she was soon traversing his length, from its base to almost its tip at a smooth, steady, slow pace. She made soft noises of enjoyment into his mouth as he bucked his hips, driving him deeper into her when she drove herself down and him into her molten core. Their lips part and he nuzzles at her neck, breathing the vanilla scent of her skin and the almond of her hair as he licks and sucks at her skin. He can feel her lips on his, with her teeth occasionally testing the corded muscles along his shoulder.
He finds the thin strap of her dress and pulls it off her shoulder with his teeth. He slides his hand up the smooth skin of her arm and pulls the strap further down, exposing her breast when he tugs the side of the front of her dress aside as she arches back. He cups, fondles and squeezes her firm globe and then lowers his head to suck her plump, hard, nipple, about the size and diameter of the first joint of his thumb, into his mouth. He rolls his tongue around it, as he sucks at her areola and the tit flesh behind it. She groans heavily, her lips vibrating on his skin and her tight snatch clenches rhythmically around him, massaging his cock and making his balls tighten as she rocks on his lap, rolling her hips in tight little circles. He fondles her other breast, through the light material of her dress and thrusts up into her rocking hips.
She lifts her head from his shoulder, and he can hear her panting next to his ear as she pushes her breast into his mouth and he sucks harder at it, flicking her nipple with his tongue and lightly nipping at its rubbery, resistance with his teeth. His thumb and forefinger find her other nipple through her dress and roll and pinch it, tweaking it. She lets out soft, hoarse little cries as she continues to ride him as he lavishes his attention on her breasts. He is close to loosing control as the tight, velvet grip of her hot, wet cunt slides up and down his length sending delightful, intense waves of pleasure through him. He can feel her starting to quiver against and around him, her cries taking on a near mewling tone.
"Oh Fuck!" her exclamation is short and sharp in his ear and then her snatch locks around his cock, squeezing it hard, to the point of pain, for a moment and then she ripples around him, robbing him of control. His ass clenches and the small of his back tightens. He drags his mouth off her breast and just manages to stifle the roar that was boiling out of his through behind tightly gritted teeth and a clenched jaw as he throws his head back. His hips buck hard, driving him even deeper inside her as he erupts inside her, his cock expanding against the hot, slick pressure of her climaxing pussy as he pours his seed into her. He feels her fingernails drag across his back and neck and she lets out rapid panting moans as his semen joins the liquid heat flooding from her.
They stay locked like that, the shuddering of their bodies against each other slowly fading, her head resting on his shoulder, her breath ticking his neck. She raises her head slowly and he gently brushes some stray curls of her slightly damp hair out of her face. He watches as she licks her lips. "You're right we really shouldn't be doing that, Michael." She said softly, but her white teeth flash between the oval of her kiss-swollen lips in a bright smile, which belie her words. He slid the strap of her dress back into place and recovered her breast as he felt his cock start to shrink out of her. She shifts on his lap, her sex clenching at him in an attempt to hold him inside her. "I've been known to be wrong in the past." He told her and she chuckled. She stilled her mirth by the simple expedience of pressing his lips to hers in a languorous, searching kiss, his arms wrapping around her to press her firmly against him as he finally slipped free of her.
They almost spring apart as, they are suddenly lit by a pair of headlights coming up behind the Charger. She grabs her panties off the floor of the car while he tucks himself away and ties his jeans and re-buckles his belt. He flicks his eyes at Ramcheck's house, making sure his car is still in the driveway, and it is. She smiles at him as she adjusts her dress. Her eyes are bright and her skin almost glows and glistens lightly with sweat. He mops his own brow with the sleeve of his t-shirt and rolls down the window when Sam knocks on it. Sam peers into the car, greeting him and Fiona. "Anything to report? Anything happen?" he ask and his smile is more than amused and just a little to knowing. "No. He picked up some blonde at a club and they're in there now doing... well, each other I guess." He reported. "Okay. I'll take over for now. Why don't you two go home and get some rest. You look like... like you need it." He suggested and his grin, held more than its usual impudence. Michael gave him a withering look. "Just don't fall asleep." He warned Sam and started the car.
"Your place or mine, Fee?" he asked as they drove off. She raised an eyebrow at him. "You can drop me off at my place, Michael. What you do after that is your business, I suppose." she informed him. He gave her a tight little smile and they drove to her house in silence. He stopped in front of her house. "Fiona..." he started, but again she silenced him with a finger across his lips. "You've also been right, on occasion, Michael." She told him, her expression serious and thoughtful. "Goodnight, Michael. I'll see you in the morning." She informed him and taking her finger away, lightly pressed her lips to his before quickly opening the door and getting out. He watched her walk up the drive to her door, noting the slight sway to her hips, her shapely legs and her long, dark hair. He sits there, unmoving, for a moment more after she had entered her house and it has lit up. He licks his lips. He should switch off the car and go to her, speak to her, but they are both right, and no amount of words will change that for now. He shook his head, put the Charger in gear and drove off.
THE END