The Truth Shall…
PART 1
This began as a short story I wrote 4 years ago, before Person of Interest existed. It was the first erotic tale I actually finished. The idea was to explore a spy, secret agent setting. What kind of erotic craziness could come from such a high-pressure setting? I realized how similar the couple was to Reese and Carter. After some tweaking, we have John and Joss in this alternative universe.
And yeah, there is a good dose of smut.
Anyone interested in reading the original story let me know….
I opened my eyes to find John silently sitting on the edge of my bed.
"A peace offering," he said wistfully, indicating the fresh cup of coffee and small plate of crepes on my nightstand. He had been in my home long enough to make breakfast and I had slept soundly through it. Only John could get away with that.
"This is nice. But no offering is needed between us."
I knew what he had meant, however. Recent events had made us a bit uncertain about who we were as a unit, as friends, as partners, as more. I leaned over and took a forkful of the crepes. The sweet taste of strawberry and whipped cream danced along my tongue, mmm.
"Delicious," I said appreciatively. "The crepes aren't bad either."
"We really should talk, Joss."
I put down my fork. I was certain that I was not ready for this conversation.
"Should we? Anything in particular on your mind? Retirement? A much needed vacation?" I said in sarcastic avoidance.
"I didn't expect…Things to get so out of hand," he said.
I slid further down into the warmth and protection of my bed comforter.
"Are we really going to do this?"
"Yes. We are going to discuss Stockholm. You never told me…" He looked betrayed as he let his verbally incomplete thought linger in the air between us, unsaid, but perfectly understood.
When I did not immediately respond he added, "I thought I had your complete trust."
I trusted him like no one else. This trust included everything and my life had already been in his hands on many occasions. We were a comedy at this point and I struggled for the right words. After all, we had been through and I felt shy about this one topic. I spotlighted another truth instead.
"It's not like you're free and clear. I didn't see you declaring your feelings on the rooftops."
He leaned in closer, whispered, "Except, I did. In every cell of my body. In everything. Everything I do for you... There were times I was sure you saw through me."
"What about Kara?"
He winced and shut his eyes tight as if he was in physical pain.
"Kara…Engaged…" I was only hearing bits and pieces of his explanation.
Before I could truly flip the hell out, he continued…
"…To someone else."
"I don't understand."
"I have not been with Kara for about six months."
"That's not true."
"When's the last time you've actually seen her? Heard from her?"
It had been a long time. I had not exactly sought out her company and time, however.
"I claimed my boundaries…But you talked about her."
"I saved some face, but I mostly let you assume."
"You lied to me."
"I let you feel safe. A line wouldn't be crossed, that you wouldn't get hurt."
I pulled the covers up to my neck. He had me. We think we want someone who "gets us," we want someone who knows and accepts everything about us, our warts, and scars included. Then it is actually happening in real time and you're not quite prepared. It's the realization that the strong chain-link fence that you erected around your heart is shaky at best and the panic follows.
"What now?" I asked him hesitantly.
His gorgeous face hovered over mine, his upper body balanced by strong arms at my sides. Everything that existed in me ignited at the promise of his body making contact with mine.
"First thing? We have to deal with Stockholm."
"Stockholm."
This was not what I wanted to hear. I wasn't sure what to do, what to say, about the events that happened in Sweden. I only know what I wanted – who I wanted.
I slid even further below my blanket, any lower and my head would be covered.
"You can't hide. I can still see your beautiful eyes." He spoke low, making me shiver. He tugged the cover back and welcomed my lips with a sweet, soft kiss that gave me even more naughty ideas.
I also had some ideas about how to shut him up. I kissed him back hard, and pulled him closer by his shoulders. He pulled back after a while.
"I know what you're doing," he warned.
He was right, but I also just wanted him so badly I could taste him in detail. I needed him to be under these covers with me.
"I'm so lonely in this big old bed…."
"It won't work," he teased. His eyes told me a completely different story.
"You want to know what my hand is doing under here?" I purred.
"Okay, it may work."
"It's so nice and warm…A wet."
"Carter, this is very important. This is our future I'm talking about here."
"Don't 'Carter' me."
I shimmied out of my white silky cami and slipped it over my head. John watched it land at the foot of the bed, and then my panties followed. I was now naked.
"Fuck, that's not fair."
"Love and war, baby. Love and war…"
He began to undress between giving me more smooches, not able to concentrate on just one act of seduction, while I enjoyed the view.
"But later…We must talk about this…"
"Yeah, sure. Talk, later. Fuck, now."
"And not the story…"
"…We told everyone?" I finished for him, impatiently.
"No. The truth."
"The truth. Yes."
The truth. Well, that would be a problem. The truth was….is…complicated.
END OF PART 1.
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