A Knock at the Door
I was going to post this last night after I wrote it but it was 11:30pm and I was tired, so I postponed to today. This little plot idea popped into my head after I wrote my NealxKate fic. I hope that you like it.
I was sitting on the couch reading when I heard the soft knock at my door. I got up and opened the door to reveal Alex standing there, covered in marks and bruises.
"Alex? What happened?" I asked ushering her into the room.
"I was doing a job and it went south," she said with tears in her eyes. I led her over to the couch and sat her down before she continued, "I was meeting a client who wanted to buy a Ming vase and he decided that there was something else there that he wanted."
"You," I said and she just nodded her head.
"He threw me against the wall and started to kiss me. I tried to shove him away but he just slapped me and held my hands down. Finally I kneed him in the groin and ran." I looked over Alex in the dim lamplight and I succumbed to my anger. Nobody can do this to Alex, not to the woman I loved. I took her hand in mine started to kiss the faint bruises on her wrist. "What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly.
"I want him off of you," I growled, "I want every trace of him gone and replaced by me," I said as my kisses slowly proceeded up her arm, "Where else?"
"What?"
"Where else did he touch you," I asked staring into her eyes.
"Here," she said breathlessly gesturing to her neck. I crawled closer to her on the couch and pressed my lips against her smooth neck. I kissed her more and a soft moan escaped from her throat. I kept kissing her, trying to cover every inch of her with me. "And here," she said pointing to her cheek. I gingerly kissed the spot she pointed to. "A little to the left," she told me and I moved a little closer to her mouth, "I little more," she said and I pressed my lips to hers.
She reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me closer to her. She lay down on the couch and I eagerly followed her. I moved my hand to her waist and slowly slid it under her loose shirt. Alex broke the kiss and turned her hands to my tie. Once she had succeeded in removing it she threw it and then turned to my shirt. While she was struggling with the buttons I returned to kissing her. She finally got the last button undone and pulled my shirt off.
Not wanting to be the only one half dressed, I slowly moved my hands down to her waist, loving the little goose bumps that arose where my hands were. I undid her belt and zipper and Alex masterfully slipped out of her pants to reveal her beautiful long legs and a pair of very skimpy lace underwear. Biting her lower lip she smiled the sexiest smile I hadever seen and took off her shirt to reveal a matching bra. She pulled me back down to her and I reveled in the wave of heat that flowed through me when I felt her tongue slip past my lips to flirt with my own.
Her legs started to move, caressing mine until they came to rest tightly wrapped around my waist. I easily lifted her up off of the couch and moved her over to the bed, still intertwined with me. I set her down on the plush bed and disentangled her from me. She looked at me with a hurt look, until she realized that I was trying to remove the rest of my clothing. Her hurt look turned into a sly grin as I achieved my task and we fell back onto the bed. I felt her light fingers on my back as my kisses moved from her mouth, to her neck, down between her breasts and farther down still until her navel. I slowly ran my hand over her leg until my fingers found the hem of her underwear.
I slipped them under the hem and slowly, very slowly edged them downwards. I heard another moan come through her lips and felt a shudder of pleasure roll over her. I smiled and slid her underwear the rest of the way down and threw them somewhere. I kissed her soft lips again and pulled us all the way together.
In that moment there was nothing else; there was no more Kate, or the FBI or cons and prison. In that moment it was just Alex, her beautiful eyes, her lips and the intolerable feeling of longing whenever I thought about her. And then I knew, Alex wasn't just another romp in the sheets, she wasn't just a friend with benefits, she was so much more. She was the keeper of my heart, the only one able to make my breath hitch and cheeks flush at a memory. She was the only one who could make my heart stop with just a grin.
I used to think that I had loved Kate but that wasn't love, not anymore. This, this moment right here and now with only me and Alex. This was the only love I needed, just her.
The next morning
"Mister Lester?" my secretary, a young girl named Brittany said from the doorway.
"Yes, what is it?" I asked not looking up from my paperwork.
"This package just came for you."
"Leave it here," I told her and she left the large brown envelope on the corner of my desk. As she walked out I looked up and couldn't help but notice her ample curves and the way that her clothes hugged her figure perfectly.
I turned back to my work and heard her phone ring. I ignored it and continued with what I was doing, and then the phone rang again. Brittany answered and by the time she hung up she sounded very distraught. She got up to come into my office but her phone rang again and interrupted her. Once again she sounded very distraught when she hung up. She came to my doorway and timidly knocked on the wall.
"What?"
"Um sir, the Weassman Company just dropped us," she told me nervously.
"What!" I roared at her.
"And, and Tello and JP Goodman."
"What! How! Give me their phone numbers!" I screamed at her and she frantically ran a note to me with the three company numbers on it. I was just about to pick up my phone when it rang.
"Hello," I said picking it up.
"Hello Lester," a voice on the other end of the line said. The voice was sweet but made my breath stop at the pure malice hidden underneath, "I trust that you received some of your good news already."
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, apparently people don't like it when you skim five percent of their profits for yourself," the man said nonchalantly.
"What?" I asked and my heart stopped. How could this twerp know about that? "Who the hell are you! If you want money just name your price."
"Please," the voice said with disgust, "I don't want your money."
"Then why are you doing this?"
"For her. I trust you've already received your package," the voice said and I could hear the condescending note in his voice. He hung up without another word and I turned to the yellow envelope that had arrived.
I picked it up with a shaking hand and slowly opened it. Turning the envelope upside down dozens of pictures tumbled out, all of bruises and other marks on a girl. A feeling of terror washed over me as I realized my mistake, I had messed with a conman.
I slowly awoke and buried myself into the sheets I was wrapped in. A smile crept to my lips as I recalled last night, my first night with Neal where he was completely mine. I stretched a little and recalled the feeling of Neal everywhere on my body. His hands, his chest, his lips. Those damned lips, it felt like the tingling feeling I got from them would never leave me, especially after last night.
I got up and wrapped a sheet around me. Everything was different last night. It was free and loving and full of passion, nothing like what we had had before. This was real, this was what I had always wanted from him. I got up and looked around the room but Neal was gone. My heart sank a little and, hearing the doorknob turn, wrapped the sheet around me a little tighter. The door slowly opened and Neal stepped in wearing his usual suit and fedora.
"Oh," he said upon seeing me in the middle of the room, "I wanted to get back before you woke up."
"Where did you go?" i asked, sounding every bit the part of the jealous girlfriend.
"Nowhere, I just had a little errand to run," he said coming up and kissing me, "and on my way back, I found this," he said and pulled the most beautiful rose out from behind him.
I gasped at how perfect it was and a smile, one of his rare, genuine smiles, crept up Neal's lips. I took the rose and kissed him. I went to pull away but he pulled me closer, deepening our kiss. It wasn't out of need, it was out of longing and it was the most beautiful kiss I had ever had.
Yes, things were definitely different between us.
And just maybe that was a good thing.
I hope that you liked it!
