Fic: Lovers, R, Colby, OFC
Title: Lovers
Characters: Colby, OFC-Aidan...or is it?
Rating: NC-17 (adult content...be advised.)
Summary: He'd faced a lot of enemies before...but never one like this, and this time they were alone.
Spoilers: none.
Author's Notes: This is part 2 of a 3 part series I wrote a while ago. ( Read: Enemies, Part I here...) This is a little longer than the first part...a little spicier too...couldn't cram that into a shorter word count, you know? *smiles* I hope you enjoy. Comments AND criticisms are welcome...it's how I learn.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
Colby had no idea how long he’d been in the cell since they’d taken his watch when they first searched him days ago. His range of motion was severely limited by the long chained handcuffs that had been slammed rather snug against his wrists and ankles. That, coupled with his struggle against hunger and the remembrance of desire for things he couldn’t have, he’d forced himself to sleep. He needed the rest if he was going to find a way out of this. He wasn’t sure exactly what was going to happen to him but one thing was certain - for now, he was safe. No one would touch him. Those were the orders. And so he rested in the security of that, without knowing for just how long.
His body stirred him awake from a delicious dream where long legs met eager warmth and his eyes blinked against the light in the room even as he struggled once more to keep his body under control. Half awake, half in dream it would have been so easy to react…to give in to what he was feeling. Forcing his eyes open fully, he needed to focus on other things…any thing to keep him from thinking about the dream and where it would have ended. He knew there was no way out once his body went down that path. So with deep, calming breaths and thoughts of cold showers and his grandmother Mae who would have scolded him for his behavior, he focused his attention on the room he was in.
What he thought was an old warehouse, apparently had at one time been a meat processing plant. And now he was inside one of the old freezers. The compressor had long since stopped working so that the system's only purpose now was to move the hot thick air around in the closed, windowless space. The fluorescent lights above occasionally flickered, threatening to go out and leave him in darkness before they returned to full life, giving the room a rather sickening hue.
He was still trying to process every thing he heard today…every thing he’d seen. She promised she’d be back to take care of him “personally.” He wondered exactly what she meant by that…wondering how long it would be before she would make good on that promise…wondering what he would do when she walked through that door even as he twirled the wedding band about nervously on his finger.
He didn’t have long to wait before he heard the distinct sound of keys opening the series of locks that were on the outside of the room. This was it. He stood to his feet and waited…one lock…two…after the third the door would open.
And when it did, almost as in a dream, she walked into the room. Her movements were still strong and languid though Colby swore he now detected exhaustion in her stride. Her eyes met his, and without a word…but with purpose, she began sauntering over to him. He could tell already that she meant to take what she wanted and ask questions later. Your wife, Colby, your wife, he chanted to himself. Another step closer to him and she reached up and let loose the clip from her hair - freeing it to lay wild and untamed across her shoulders. He swallowed hard. Your wife…Callie…your wife…he chanted…
The next thing he knew, her lips were on his - her body pressing him against the back wall of the old freezer. Tender lips pressed hard to his - the contrast of touch intoxicating him beyond reason even as her tongue snaked out, asking him to open to her…and he unable to stop himself as he let out a sigh at the taste of her…the feel of her against him. The long chain of the hand cuffs still about his wrists afforded him just enough distance so that when her body came close enough to his, each hand touched the smooth skin of her thighs. He groaned at the first touch of warm flesh to his finger tips as she continued to kiss him. As though they had a mind of their own, slowly his hands slid upward from her thighs, moving the low cut skirt of the black dress until the material was bunched up at her waist so his fingers could gently toy with the edges of the red lacey thong he’d seen earlier. His finger tips brushed her lightly, knowing without seeing that she was now standing in the room with him - black dress concealing her torso but legs and warmth exposed to the elements aside from the little material that covered her. Knowing this, reveling in this - his hands dug into her flesh as he gripped her hips, pulling them hard against his own.
Callie gasped, her lips disconnecting from Colby’s as she arched back…and she saw that he was smiling all too knowingly at her. Breathless from the kiss, exhilarated from the feel of his body against hers, grateful to see him smiling - she smiled back at him…but only for a moment before a different fire flamed into her eyes and Colby braced himself for the fury of the storm he was about to face.
“You son of a bitch!” she shouted, her hands shoving at him against his shoulders. He had expected this reaction, but the force of her still caught him off guard - so much so that his shoulders jerked back, slamming into the wall and nearly causing him to hit his head against it. Worse than anything however was that with the same force she shoved into him, her body shoved away from him and he was left standing there - suddenly cold now in the muggy room without the heat of her near him.
“You damned near ruined everything…everything!” she exclaimed, stepping forward to shove him once more before she turned her back on him, adjusting her skirt as she walked to the other side of the room.
“Cal, baby…I…”
She whirled around and with a look silenced him. There wasn’t going to be an easy way out of this one, he thought accepting defeat as his body slid down the wall - legs bending to his chest, arms stretching out to rest on his knees as he looked at her and waited for the inevitable ass chewing he knew he deserved.
Callie opened her mouth to speak once more but seeing him…his wrists and ankles still handcuffed, looking up at her now with defeat in those beautiful eyes she loved- eyes she’d not seen in so very long, her face softened and she sighed in surrender. A tiny smile crossed her lips as she shook her head, more at herself than anything knowing that she should still be yelling at him…but not having it in her to do so. There was a time to be an FBI agent, and there was a time to be a wife…and now, for the moment, it was just her in a room with her husband…and he needed her.
With the same tiny smile across her lips, she slipped gracefully out of her shoes and then padded across the room until she could easily slink down to her knees in front of him - ever cautious to not reveal more of herself to him than she was willing. After all, he still needed to suffer a little she grinned to herself - her eyes meeting his just before she moved one hand slowly into the top of her dress. She felt her skin flushing hot when his eyes followed the trail she made, her fingers dipping into her cleavage - hearing a low moan escape him just before she easily removed the tiny key that had lain concealed comfortably between her breasts.
“Have you eaten?” she asked, her voice soft with concern as she leaned forward and with nimble fingers, made short work of the cuffs at his ankles. She’d given orders to make sure he was tended to…but not everything “Aidan” did was seen as a must to obey.
Everything melted inside him then as he released the breath he seemed to have been holding in since the last time he kissed her before she left for this assignment. There, kneeling before him was a woman who just a little while ago he’d watched command the attention of an entire warehouse full of thugs without even saying a word…and now, all that was gone. Now, it was just his Cal…teasing him with her nearness all while asking if he was okay. And as he did nearly every day, he fell in love with her all over again.
“Not for a while,” he answered honestly, wishing for the moment that they were any where but here so that he could wrap her in his arms and just hold her for hours, maybe even days.
He watched as her face crinkled in dismay as she freed his wrists from their bonds. As soon as he was free, instinctively he reached for her but before he could move to hold her, she slipped away and went back to the doorway where she entered. His face shifted into a scowl with her absence as he rubbed his wrists and watched her, marveling over how he’d been so distracted when she’d come into the room, he’d not seen the bag she brought with her.
She carried it over to him and kneeled once more before him, removing a bottle of water and a large sandwich from the bag. These she handed to him with a smile before tossing the bag to the side. She then slipped about on the floor until her back was resting against the same wall as Colby’s, stretching her long legs out in front of her.
He kept his gaze focused on her as she rested her head back against the wall, closing her eyes and breathing freely as though it were the first time in months she’d been able to do so.
“What about you, baby? Are you hungry?” he quietly asked, carefully unwrapping the food she’d given him.
She opened her eyes once again to look at him, smiling softly as she shook her head before she couldn’t take it any longer and moved to rest her head against his shoulder.
Colby’s breath caught in his throat at this simple act. She was tired. She missed him. She’d been working so hard…and he’d almost given every thing away. He felt his stomach tighten in a way that had nothing to do with his hunger as he forgot about the food and water for a moment. He turned then to gently kiss the top of her head before resting his own against hers.
“I’m sorry, Cal. I’m sorry I’ve put you in this position…that I almost blew your cover,” he breathed. “I…I just missed you so much. And…no one…no one would…”
Before he could say another word, Callie moved so that she could look into his eyes as one finger pressed against his lips to quiet him. “It’s okay, Colby…I know. I…I can’t imagine what it’s been like for you not knowing anything about me the past eight weeks. Jesus…eight weeks?” she nearly gasped finding it was hard to look him in the eyes realizing exactly how long she’d put their life together on hold for this job.
When she could once more look at him, thankful to see him eating now, she reached out and gingerly ran her fingers through his hair. “I’ve missed you so much, Colby. When they told me they’d caught someone…and the description sounded like you…I…I know it…it sounds wrong but I hoped it was you just so I could see you. I wanted so badly to see you…but…I had to wait because there were things in play yesterday that I…I couldn’t get out of and things today…we’re so close, baby. We’re so close to the end.”
Colby nodded as he considered her words, finding new life come into him as he took a long drink of water. He was eating, his thirst was taken care of, and his Cal - the nourishment he needed most, was at his side…even if but for a moment. It was enough. She was still his and she was safe. “I’m so proud of you, Cal…and…I really am sorry that I couldn’t wait. I’m not sorry for this though…this time with you.”
“Me either,” she sighed, once more resting her head on his shoulder and enjoying the quiet then that passed between them as he continued to eat the food she’d brought just for him. “It…it should only be a few more days and this will all be over. We just have to figure out a way to get you out of here when it all goes down…”
And even as the words left her mouth, he could see that her mind was already working furiously to come up with a plan.
He moved to kiss her forehead exactly where it creased in focus and he sighed, his lips still against her skin. “Later, sweetheart. We’ll figure it out later. Just…just rest now. Rest,” he breathed, again kissing her forehead. He gave a satisfied smile when she let out a deep breath, and her face relaxed as did her body beside him - moving to snuggle closer to him. She closed her eyes as she rested her head on his shoulder and that’s how they stayed for several long quiet moments. Colby ate as she rested…both getting what they needed from this time together…taking comfort in each other and finding strength returning to them the longer they sat there.
Callie let herself rest a while longer after Colby finished eating, satisfied in knowing he was okay. He didn’t seem to be in any rush to ask her questions or do anything except be here with her…which made what she was about to do even more difficult.
“I have to go, baby,” she sighed, and even as the words were leaving her she was sliding away from his side and standing to her feet.
Colby found her absence to be too much of a shock to his system and it took him a moment to react before he too was on his feet.
There were so many things she needed to say and do before she left…but she didn’t seem able to find the place to start and so as was her habit when she was anxious, she started cleaning. She picked up all the evidence that she’d been there…gathering the cuffs so that Colby could put them back on before the next time the door was opened, then picking up the remnants discarded from his dinner.
He was watching her quietly, just trying to figure out where to go…or what to say as he nervously rubbed his hand across the back of his neck.
Callie saw him out of the corner of her eye as she picked up her shoes and tossed them into the bag. She wished more than anything that she didn’t have to leave him…not here, not like this…but she knew there was still work to be done.
When he felt her eyes on him, he looked again to her and couldn’t fight the way his lips turned up into a smile. He was just glad to see her…to know she was safe, and knowing this made it easy for her to return his smile with one of her own.
“I got your watch back for you,” she finally spoke, breaking the silence between them as she stepped closer to him. She took another step toward him as she removed the silver wrist watch he always wore from the bag. “I am sure it’s been making you crazy to not know what time it is.”
She looked at it before she handed it to him, and hissed realizing it was later than she thought. Colby wondered at the reaction until he took the watch and saw that it was nearing 4am.
“Christ Callie…no wonder you’re exhausted. Is…is this the schedule you’ve been keeping?”
She gave a nod. “That’s why I need to get back. They…they watch the house. They know when I’m supposed to be home.”
Colby didn’t like the idea of any one watching his wife…keeping track of her movements…her schedule, but he knew it was all part of the deal. Before he could say anything she stepped to him once again and bid him with her eyes to hold out his hand. She dropped the tiny handcuff key into his palm before taking his hand in hers and wrapping his fingers securely around it.
“Keep this, Colby. Keep it safe. I…I don’t want to think of you in here…handcuffed,” she began and while there was concern in her voice, a familiar mischievous twinkle was in her eyes. “At least…not when I’m not here to enjoy it.”
The comment, given the circumstances, made Colby grin…a slow, lecherous grin as he remembered now the way she’d driven him crazy that afternoon. He remembered the look of her stepping out of the car, the way she’d walked closer to him, how it had felt to have her hands on him, the way she smelled, the way her long leg had stretched and met the chair where he sat…and he remembered the panties.
Callie’s own smile widened as she watched him, knowing just what he was thinking with her breath catching in her throat when she saw that light…that familiar brilliance of desire burning in his eyes. Her heart raced when he stepped closer to her, yet she retreated. He smiled and took another step. Still she retreated.
“Tell me, Cal…,” he rasped, taking another step closer to her until he had her where he wanted her… leaning over her, braced by each hand against the wall as he boxed her in. His eyes raked down the front of her, taking in every inch of her as though he were memorizing her despite the way he already knew every intimate curve and dip of her body. His eyes raked over her hips, lingering over the glory concealed by the short skirt before finally moving upward again. “The panties, Cal…are they...part of the façade? Something that…that other men know about?” He knew the answer…but he wanted to hear her say it.
Callie bit her lip…feeling the beginnings of ecstasy rising quickly within her at her husband’s nearness. She could feel the heat of him washing over her as she breathed in the scent of him - the scent that was all his own as it mingled with the smell of his sweat. Those eyes were dark with his want of her…a shade she’d seen so many times…one she would never tire of seeing - thankful that after all this time, she was still the one he wanted.
She shook her head in answer to his question, her eyes flickering upward to look directly into his. “Those…those are just for you…to make you suffer…just a little…for getting yourself caught.”
“It worked, Cal. My uh…”special agent”…nearly gave every thing away when I saw them earlier,” he sighed and his voice cracked with his want of her.
“Well…maybe…maybe he needs to be rewarded for maintaining discipline under fire,” she breathed and even as she said it, her hand was moving forward - finding him, firmly rubbing him through the heavy material of his jeans.
Instantly, Colby closed his eyes and let out the most guttural of moans at the feel of her hands on him. After eight weeks without her, he really didn’t need much stimulation.
“Tell me, Cal. Tell me I can have you,” he sighed, and his voice was pleading even as he ground his hips into her hand - helping her in her torture of him.
She leaned in closer, feeling her heart beat accelerate, as her lips nipped at his earlobe and her hand took hold of him before she answered. “Take me Colby.”
It was a matter of seconds before he was free, her panties were torn from her, and his hands found her bottom - hoisting her up against the wall and sliding her instantly down over his length. Both nearly gave over to the instant pleasure this connection caused as heated silk met rigid yearning. But they held steady, taking a deep breath…eyes meeting eyes before he thrust himself inside of her. It had been so long since they shared this…too long…but even with the time between them, it was so familiar and so right…man connecting to woman, husband connecting to wife.
One stroke…two - “Harder,” she cried…three…the fourth - deeper, harder still…and five was it as he gave himself over to her…stroking her twice more to help her find her release and enjoying the way she cried his name as he hoped she would.
His body was throbbing with the pleasure of his release. He was looking into the face of a beautiful, fiery red head while his hands were currently holding onto the smooth skin of a perfect bottom - a bottom that just happened to be attached to the long delicious legs of his wife…the same legs that were currently wrapped around him. And even as he looked at her, eyes closed, skin flushed, chest heaving…he couldn’t stop the way his face contorted in frustration.
Callie sensed the change in him even before she heard the disgruntled sigh he gave and her eyes came open. Concern filled her as she looked into the face of her husband, asking without words what was wrong.
“When this is over Cal…when it’s all over…I’m taking you my way…and I’m taking all night…and when we’ve rested, I’m taking you again…and there won’t be a god damned thing you can do about it.”
Relieved to know that she still gave him pleasure, and exhilarated to know he simply wanted more…she gave him a gentle squeeze, constricting all of her appendages about him as she sighed, “Make it a promise, Colby…”
“I promise, Cal…” he answered, and the tone in his voice left no room for doubt.
She smiled then, showering his face with kisses before she carefully unwound herself from around him. She picked up her discarded panties, now un-wearable and she raised an eyebrow at him before she stepped closer and tucked them into the pocket of the jeans he’d just refastened. “Something to remember me by,” she breathed, moving in to kiss him once more.
His hands clutched at the small of her back, drawing her forward and stealing just a few more moments with her before he felt her pulling away. He didn’t fight her for more time now. He knew she had to go.
“I’ll come back tomorrow when I can…we’ll figure this out, Colbs. Me and you…we’ll figure it out,” she softly spoke with her hand lovingly caressing his cheek.
She stole another quick kiss before she headed for the door.
“Hey Cal?”
She turned before she could open the door.
“I love you.”
Comfort, security, and strength she’d not felt in eight weeks stole over her then as she returned the smile he gave with her own. “I love you too, Colby…so very much.”
They shared another quiet look before she turned and walked out the door, Colby hearing the sounds of the locks being secured as he was once more alone and trapped inside.
<< Enemies, Part I Teammates, Part III>>
Characters: Colby, OFC-Aidan...or is it?
Rating: NC-17 (adult content...be advised.)
Summary: He'd faced a lot of enemies before...but never one like this, and this time they were alone.
Spoilers: none.
Author's Notes: This is part 2 of a 3 part series I wrote a while ago. ( Read: Enemies, Part I here...) This is a little longer than the first part...a little spicier too...couldn't cram that into a shorter word count, you know? *smiles* I hope you enjoy. Comments AND criticisms are welcome...it's how I learn.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
Colby had no idea how long he’d been in the cell since they’d taken his watch when they first searched him days ago. His range of motion was severely limited by the long chained handcuffs that had been slammed rather snug against his wrists and ankles. That, coupled with his struggle against hunger and the remembrance of desire for things he couldn’t have, he’d forced himself to sleep. He needed the rest if he was going to find a way out of this. He wasn’t sure exactly what was going to happen to him but one thing was certain - for now, he was safe. No one would touch him. Those were the orders. And so he rested in the security of that, without knowing for just how long.
His body stirred him awake from a delicious dream where long legs met eager warmth and his eyes blinked against the light in the room even as he struggled once more to keep his body under control. Half awake, half in dream it would have been so easy to react…to give in to what he was feeling. Forcing his eyes open fully, he needed to focus on other things…any thing to keep him from thinking about the dream and where it would have ended. He knew there was no way out once his body went down that path. So with deep, calming breaths and thoughts of cold showers and his grandmother Mae who would have scolded him for his behavior, he focused his attention on the room he was in.
What he thought was an old warehouse, apparently had at one time been a meat processing plant. And now he was inside one of the old freezers. The compressor had long since stopped working so that the system's only purpose now was to move the hot thick air around in the closed, windowless space. The fluorescent lights above occasionally flickered, threatening to go out and leave him in darkness before they returned to full life, giving the room a rather sickening hue.
He was still trying to process every thing he heard today…every thing he’d seen. She promised she’d be back to take care of him “personally.” He wondered exactly what she meant by that…wondering how long it would be before she would make good on that promise…wondering what he would do when she walked through that door even as he twirled the wedding band about nervously on his finger.
He didn’t have long to wait before he heard the distinct sound of keys opening the series of locks that were on the outside of the room. This was it. He stood to his feet and waited…one lock…two…after the third the door would open.
And when it did, almost as in a dream, she walked into the room. Her movements were still strong and languid though Colby swore he now detected exhaustion in her stride. Her eyes met his, and without a word…but with purpose, she began sauntering over to him. He could tell already that she meant to take what she wanted and ask questions later. Your wife, Colby, your wife, he chanted to himself. Another step closer to him and she reached up and let loose the clip from her hair - freeing it to lay wild and untamed across her shoulders. He swallowed hard. Your wife…Callie…your wife…he chanted…
The next thing he knew, her lips were on his - her body pressing him against the back wall of the old freezer. Tender lips pressed hard to his - the contrast of touch intoxicating him beyond reason even as her tongue snaked out, asking him to open to her…and he unable to stop himself as he let out a sigh at the taste of her…the feel of her against him. The long chain of the hand cuffs still about his wrists afforded him just enough distance so that when her body came close enough to his, each hand touched the smooth skin of her thighs. He groaned at the first touch of warm flesh to his finger tips as she continued to kiss him. As though they had a mind of their own, slowly his hands slid upward from her thighs, moving the low cut skirt of the black dress until the material was bunched up at her waist so his fingers could gently toy with the edges of the red lacey thong he’d seen earlier. His finger tips brushed her lightly, knowing without seeing that she was now standing in the room with him - black dress concealing her torso but legs and warmth exposed to the elements aside from the little material that covered her. Knowing this, reveling in this - his hands dug into her flesh as he gripped her hips, pulling them hard against his own.
Callie gasped, her lips disconnecting from Colby’s as she arched back…and she saw that he was smiling all too knowingly at her. Breathless from the kiss, exhilarated from the feel of his body against hers, grateful to see him smiling - she smiled back at him…but only for a moment before a different fire flamed into her eyes and Colby braced himself for the fury of the storm he was about to face.
“You son of a bitch!” she shouted, her hands shoving at him against his shoulders. He had expected this reaction, but the force of her still caught him off guard - so much so that his shoulders jerked back, slamming into the wall and nearly causing him to hit his head against it. Worse than anything however was that with the same force she shoved into him, her body shoved away from him and he was left standing there - suddenly cold now in the muggy room without the heat of her near him.
“You damned near ruined everything…everything!” she exclaimed, stepping forward to shove him once more before she turned her back on him, adjusting her skirt as she walked to the other side of the room.
“Cal, baby…I…”
She whirled around and with a look silenced him. There wasn’t going to be an easy way out of this one, he thought accepting defeat as his body slid down the wall - legs bending to his chest, arms stretching out to rest on his knees as he looked at her and waited for the inevitable ass chewing he knew he deserved.
Callie opened her mouth to speak once more but seeing him…his wrists and ankles still handcuffed, looking up at her now with defeat in those beautiful eyes she loved- eyes she’d not seen in so very long, her face softened and she sighed in surrender. A tiny smile crossed her lips as she shook her head, more at herself than anything knowing that she should still be yelling at him…but not having it in her to do so. There was a time to be an FBI agent, and there was a time to be a wife…and now, for the moment, it was just her in a room with her husband…and he needed her.
With the same tiny smile across her lips, she slipped gracefully out of her shoes and then padded across the room until she could easily slink down to her knees in front of him - ever cautious to not reveal more of herself to him than she was willing. After all, he still needed to suffer a little she grinned to herself - her eyes meeting his just before she moved one hand slowly into the top of her dress. She felt her skin flushing hot when his eyes followed the trail she made, her fingers dipping into her cleavage - hearing a low moan escape him just before she easily removed the tiny key that had lain concealed comfortably between her breasts.
“Have you eaten?” she asked, her voice soft with concern as she leaned forward and with nimble fingers, made short work of the cuffs at his ankles. She’d given orders to make sure he was tended to…but not everything “Aidan” did was seen as a must to obey.
Everything melted inside him then as he released the breath he seemed to have been holding in since the last time he kissed her before she left for this assignment. There, kneeling before him was a woman who just a little while ago he’d watched command the attention of an entire warehouse full of thugs without even saying a word…and now, all that was gone. Now, it was just his Cal…teasing him with her nearness all while asking if he was okay. And as he did nearly every day, he fell in love with her all over again.
“Not for a while,” he answered honestly, wishing for the moment that they were any where but here so that he could wrap her in his arms and just hold her for hours, maybe even days.
He watched as her face crinkled in dismay as she freed his wrists from their bonds. As soon as he was free, instinctively he reached for her but before he could move to hold her, she slipped away and went back to the doorway where she entered. His face shifted into a scowl with her absence as he rubbed his wrists and watched her, marveling over how he’d been so distracted when she’d come into the room, he’d not seen the bag she brought with her.
She carried it over to him and kneeled once more before him, removing a bottle of water and a large sandwich from the bag. These she handed to him with a smile before tossing the bag to the side. She then slipped about on the floor until her back was resting against the same wall as Colby’s, stretching her long legs out in front of her.
He kept his gaze focused on her as she rested her head back against the wall, closing her eyes and breathing freely as though it were the first time in months she’d been able to do so.
“What about you, baby? Are you hungry?” he quietly asked, carefully unwrapping the food she’d given him.
She opened her eyes once again to look at him, smiling softly as she shook her head before she couldn’t take it any longer and moved to rest her head against his shoulder.
Colby’s breath caught in his throat at this simple act. She was tired. She missed him. She’d been working so hard…and he’d almost given every thing away. He felt his stomach tighten in a way that had nothing to do with his hunger as he forgot about the food and water for a moment. He turned then to gently kiss the top of her head before resting his own against hers.
“I’m sorry, Cal. I’m sorry I’ve put you in this position…that I almost blew your cover,” he breathed. “I…I just missed you so much. And…no one…no one would…”
Before he could say another word, Callie moved so that she could look into his eyes as one finger pressed against his lips to quiet him. “It’s okay, Colby…I know. I…I can’t imagine what it’s been like for you not knowing anything about me the past eight weeks. Jesus…eight weeks?” she nearly gasped finding it was hard to look him in the eyes realizing exactly how long she’d put their life together on hold for this job.
When she could once more look at him, thankful to see him eating now, she reached out and gingerly ran her fingers through his hair. “I’ve missed you so much, Colby. When they told me they’d caught someone…and the description sounded like you…I…I know it…it sounds wrong but I hoped it was you just so I could see you. I wanted so badly to see you…but…I had to wait because there were things in play yesterday that I…I couldn’t get out of and things today…we’re so close, baby. We’re so close to the end.”
Colby nodded as he considered her words, finding new life come into him as he took a long drink of water. He was eating, his thirst was taken care of, and his Cal - the nourishment he needed most, was at his side…even if but for a moment. It was enough. She was still his and she was safe. “I’m so proud of you, Cal…and…I really am sorry that I couldn’t wait. I’m not sorry for this though…this time with you.”
“Me either,” she sighed, once more resting her head on his shoulder and enjoying the quiet then that passed between them as he continued to eat the food she’d brought just for him. “It…it should only be a few more days and this will all be over. We just have to figure out a way to get you out of here when it all goes down…”
And even as the words left her mouth, he could see that her mind was already working furiously to come up with a plan.
He moved to kiss her forehead exactly where it creased in focus and he sighed, his lips still against her skin. “Later, sweetheart. We’ll figure it out later. Just…just rest now. Rest,” he breathed, again kissing her forehead. He gave a satisfied smile when she let out a deep breath, and her face relaxed as did her body beside him - moving to snuggle closer to him. She closed her eyes as she rested her head on his shoulder and that’s how they stayed for several long quiet moments. Colby ate as she rested…both getting what they needed from this time together…taking comfort in each other and finding strength returning to them the longer they sat there.
Callie let herself rest a while longer after Colby finished eating, satisfied in knowing he was okay. He didn’t seem to be in any rush to ask her questions or do anything except be here with her…which made what she was about to do even more difficult.
“I have to go, baby,” she sighed, and even as the words were leaving her she was sliding away from his side and standing to her feet.
Colby found her absence to be too much of a shock to his system and it took him a moment to react before he too was on his feet.
There were so many things she needed to say and do before she left…but she didn’t seem able to find the place to start and so as was her habit when she was anxious, she started cleaning. She picked up all the evidence that she’d been there…gathering the cuffs so that Colby could put them back on before the next time the door was opened, then picking up the remnants discarded from his dinner.
He was watching her quietly, just trying to figure out where to go…or what to say as he nervously rubbed his hand across the back of his neck.
Callie saw him out of the corner of her eye as she picked up her shoes and tossed them into the bag. She wished more than anything that she didn’t have to leave him…not here, not like this…but she knew there was still work to be done.
When he felt her eyes on him, he looked again to her and couldn’t fight the way his lips turned up into a smile. He was just glad to see her…to know she was safe, and knowing this made it easy for her to return his smile with one of her own.
“I got your watch back for you,” she finally spoke, breaking the silence between them as she stepped closer to him. She took another step toward him as she removed the silver wrist watch he always wore from the bag. “I am sure it’s been making you crazy to not know what time it is.”
She looked at it before she handed it to him, and hissed realizing it was later than she thought. Colby wondered at the reaction until he took the watch and saw that it was nearing 4am.
“Christ Callie…no wonder you’re exhausted. Is…is this the schedule you’ve been keeping?”
She gave a nod. “That’s why I need to get back. They…they watch the house. They know when I’m supposed to be home.”
Colby didn’t like the idea of any one watching his wife…keeping track of her movements…her schedule, but he knew it was all part of the deal. Before he could say anything she stepped to him once again and bid him with her eyes to hold out his hand. She dropped the tiny handcuff key into his palm before taking his hand in hers and wrapping his fingers securely around it.
“Keep this, Colby. Keep it safe. I…I don’t want to think of you in here…handcuffed,” she began and while there was concern in her voice, a familiar mischievous twinkle was in her eyes. “At least…not when I’m not here to enjoy it.”
The comment, given the circumstances, made Colby grin…a slow, lecherous grin as he remembered now the way she’d driven him crazy that afternoon. He remembered the look of her stepping out of the car, the way she’d walked closer to him, how it had felt to have her hands on him, the way she smelled, the way her long leg had stretched and met the chair where he sat…and he remembered the panties.
Callie’s own smile widened as she watched him, knowing just what he was thinking with her breath catching in her throat when she saw that light…that familiar brilliance of desire burning in his eyes. Her heart raced when he stepped closer to her, yet she retreated. He smiled and took another step. Still she retreated.
“Tell me, Cal…,” he rasped, taking another step closer to her until he had her where he wanted her… leaning over her, braced by each hand against the wall as he boxed her in. His eyes raked down the front of her, taking in every inch of her as though he were memorizing her despite the way he already knew every intimate curve and dip of her body. His eyes raked over her hips, lingering over the glory concealed by the short skirt before finally moving upward again. “The panties, Cal…are they...part of the façade? Something that…that other men know about?” He knew the answer…but he wanted to hear her say it.
Callie bit her lip…feeling the beginnings of ecstasy rising quickly within her at her husband’s nearness. She could feel the heat of him washing over her as she breathed in the scent of him - the scent that was all his own as it mingled with the smell of his sweat. Those eyes were dark with his want of her…a shade she’d seen so many times…one she would never tire of seeing - thankful that after all this time, she was still the one he wanted.
She shook her head in answer to his question, her eyes flickering upward to look directly into his. “Those…those are just for you…to make you suffer…just a little…for getting yourself caught.”
“It worked, Cal. My uh…”special agent”…nearly gave every thing away when I saw them earlier,” he sighed and his voice cracked with his want of her.
“Well…maybe…maybe he needs to be rewarded for maintaining discipline under fire,” she breathed and even as she said it, her hand was moving forward - finding him, firmly rubbing him through the heavy material of his jeans.
Instantly, Colby closed his eyes and let out the most guttural of moans at the feel of her hands on him. After eight weeks without her, he really didn’t need much stimulation.
“Tell me, Cal. Tell me I can have you,” he sighed, and his voice was pleading even as he ground his hips into her hand - helping her in her torture of him.
She leaned in closer, feeling her heart beat accelerate, as her lips nipped at his earlobe and her hand took hold of him before she answered. “Take me Colby.”
It was a matter of seconds before he was free, her panties were torn from her, and his hands found her bottom - hoisting her up against the wall and sliding her instantly down over his length. Both nearly gave over to the instant pleasure this connection caused as heated silk met rigid yearning. But they held steady, taking a deep breath…eyes meeting eyes before he thrust himself inside of her. It had been so long since they shared this…too long…but even with the time between them, it was so familiar and so right…man connecting to woman, husband connecting to wife.
One stroke…two - “Harder,” she cried…three…the fourth - deeper, harder still…and five was it as he gave himself over to her…stroking her twice more to help her find her release and enjoying the way she cried his name as he hoped she would.
His body was throbbing with the pleasure of his release. He was looking into the face of a beautiful, fiery red head while his hands were currently holding onto the smooth skin of a perfect bottom - a bottom that just happened to be attached to the long delicious legs of his wife…the same legs that were currently wrapped around him. And even as he looked at her, eyes closed, skin flushed, chest heaving…he couldn’t stop the way his face contorted in frustration.
Callie sensed the change in him even before she heard the disgruntled sigh he gave and her eyes came open. Concern filled her as she looked into the face of her husband, asking without words what was wrong.
“When this is over Cal…when it’s all over…I’m taking you my way…and I’m taking all night…and when we’ve rested, I’m taking you again…and there won’t be a god damned thing you can do about it.”
Relieved to know that she still gave him pleasure, and exhilarated to know he simply wanted more…she gave him a gentle squeeze, constricting all of her appendages about him as she sighed, “Make it a promise, Colby…”
“I promise, Cal…” he answered, and the tone in his voice left no room for doubt.
She smiled then, showering his face with kisses before she carefully unwound herself from around him. She picked up her discarded panties, now un-wearable and she raised an eyebrow at him before she stepped closer and tucked them into the pocket of the jeans he’d just refastened. “Something to remember me by,” she breathed, moving in to kiss him once more.
His hands clutched at the small of her back, drawing her forward and stealing just a few more moments with her before he felt her pulling away. He didn’t fight her for more time now. He knew she had to go.
“I’ll come back tomorrow when I can…we’ll figure this out, Colbs. Me and you…we’ll figure it out,” she softly spoke with her hand lovingly caressing his cheek.
She stole another quick kiss before she headed for the door.
“Hey Cal?”
She turned before she could open the door.
“I love you.”
Comfort, security, and strength she’d not felt in eight weeks stole over her then as she returned the smile he gave with her own. “I love you too, Colby…so very much.”
They shared another quiet look before she turned and walked out the door, Colby hearing the sounds of the locks being secured as he was once more alone and trapped inside.
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