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Part I; Dark

The dark mysterious color was all consuming and inviting, the intricate color of a crepuscular evening enclosing him, intriguing him as he found his eyes fixed on the deep red shade. It drew his stare and it ignited pulsating emotions and sparked fanciful imagery to pop into his mind. It covered his skin in a layer of tingling lust that spread inwards and within him – rumbling like the ground in the aftermath of a heaving earthquake. Andy Flynn could feel it roaring and twisting in him, eager and elated, excited and mesmerized.

The layer of lipstick seemed to have melted onto her lips, molded with her skin and existing as a part of her – glistening with the dark red shine of something untoward. Fascinated he raked his line of sight from her face to her bosom in a slow purposeful motion, lingering on every small nuance and curve, delighted by the small detail to the thin flimsy dress and becoming further aroused the more he stared. But his eyes fastened on her lips again once his inspection was over, the color too tantalizing to ignore for long. The exact specific shade, the very one he always succumbed to. Midnight red.

Andy lifted his stare a bit and found her expression engaging and playful – dark seductive lashes highlighted and her green eyes adorned with specs of vivid viridian. Her mouth curved upwards and her stare turned warmer, inviting him in – tendrils of dark allure radiating from the swirling depths, captivating and dangerous. He could feel it being absorbed through his skin, slipping under and invading his senses.

"Bottoms up" she inclined her head and drowned the half-filled tumbler in her hand and he followed suit along with the rest of the group. The alcoholic beverage burned its way down his throat, vigorous but sour and bitter in its aftermath. He barely registered it though, his eyes and mind concentrated solely on her. Her pale neck exposed as she drew her head back and swallowed. The lipstick stayed on, perfect and unstained, and it filled him with more warmth, desire burning throughout his whole body, tantalizing and blazing. A small drop of the alcohol lingered in the corner of her mouth and slowly made its way down the side of her jaw in a transparent passage.

Andy was burning up, restraint an almost foreign concept. Nonetheless he gripped the wooden armrests of his chair till his fingers became a pale white, bit down on his lower lip in order to remain in his place. The dark wooden cylindrical table between them, the squad of gruff-looking criminals next to them, tumblers likewise filled with intoxicating liquid. He itched and tingled with the desire to touch her, to tangle his hands in her hair and run fingers across and down her body – rip apart her dress to reveal even more bare pale skin. But he held himself back, enjoyed the taste of acid alcohol instead and imagined catching the trail of liquid on her skin with the tip of his tongue and retracing its trail all the way to the corner of her lips.

A large pile of money lay in the middle of the table. And yet, it merely was a friendly – if possible in the crooked underworld of criminals – little game of cards.

Andy Flynn watched Sharon Raydor as she leaned back in her seat, the swell of her bosom visible in the dark light of a single chandelier hanging from the ceiling – her red-painted lips adorned with a flirtatious smile, a thumb on the empty tumbler, her index finger running along the brink of the glass in a caress. She gazed right at him; a look of challenge in her green abyss.

He fixed the group with a smile of triumph as he looked at his cards, made a show of slowly and deliberately leaning back in his chair as he drew out a small pouch from his pockets, spilling the contents out on the table.

"I'm in" he challenged the group, focusing his eyes solely on Sharon as he laid a stack of money on the table, feeling his mouth curl upwards in barely contained delight.

Sharon barely blinked but he saw underneath her mask, how her green eyes seemed to turn an even darker color of secretive desire. He found it almost unbearable not to ravish her mouth then. But he restrained himself, ordered himself to think of their mission – to think about their work. There would be no deviating – maybe a slight little detour – but the course was set. Fraternizing on the job while undercover, it was beyond unintelligent and stupid; but oh how he yearned to kiss her, to devour her.

"Tsk, tsk" Sharon purred, leaning in over the table and exposing even more cleavage. He watched as every eye in the room riveted to her chest as well and he felt his stomach twist itself into knots in protest. But he kept quiet – no need to blow their cover over petty possessiveness. At least not until they had all the information they needed and he could arrest the two bastards responsible for five robberies and as many accounts of manslaughter.

Sharon smiled as she threw a stack of money onto the table as well, her laughter melodious as she leaned back again and watched the group of eyes following her, her cards haphazardly following the fanning motion of her hand. It gave her the appearance of recklessness and inebriation; a suitable costume for the occasion, Andy thought. She had a talent for lulling her prey into a false sense of success before she struck.

One of the men smiled invitingly at her, and drew out a rather large stack of non-sequential 100 dollar bills, his grey eyes almost a dark greenish-brown and his voice deep and playful as well: "Well, well – bottoms up, again – Miss Weathers"

Sharon – Nicola Weathers, small time embezzler who ran cons against insurance companies – returned the coy smile, and Andy felt himself grow even more and more tightly wound with the dark ebony feeling of ownership, watching as they drowned their new-filled tumblers. He could feel a small snarl work its way up his throat but he contained it, coughed instead and earned himself an amused look from her and the crooked thugs.

Sharon reached across the table and patted his cheek with a laugh; he felt his face blush as the group of criminals laughed with her, their amusement heightened by alcohol.

"A frog in your throat, hon?" she spoke, her voice amused to the group but to his ears he heard their little secret word. Why they had agreed on frog was beyond him. He could feel his cheek tingling from her touch and he bit down even harder on his bottom lip. She grinned but he watched as she drew her right index finger across her lower lip and her next words made the whole group of men howl with laughter; "Or did the whiskey sting?"

He coughed again, this time very much deliberately and looked her in the eye as he spoke; "Definitely a frog" extra attention to the last word. Everything was set, ready to roll.

The group laughed again, and Andy fixed Sharon with an insolent grin and an arched eyebrow. This was even more fun than he had expected.

"Next you'll be turning green" Sharon laughed with a mock-sigh, a finger gliding across the expanse of the surface of the table as she leaned back in her seat, amusement swirling in the depths of her eyes. "and saying quack"

The group of thugs laughed again; a young man holding unto his abdomen and gripping the edge of the table. This lot was too easy to amuse, Andy thought, trying to stop himself from laughing as well – too easy to trick.

Andy looked at Sharon, a warm smile on his lips and she winked at him. He swallowed, and tried to arrange his thoughts into neat piles – and stay clear of thoughts concerning Sharon, the table and explicit scenarios. They moved on with the game, tumblers being filled with colorful liquid by a circling waitress.

The gruff to his right leaned across the table, depositing a handful of cash on the table, his teeth glistening in a crooked smile as he regarded his competition, his large grey eyebrows seeming to overshadow his small dark eyes and the gleeful look; "I see you, and raise" he grunted, gulping down the brown alcohol in his tumbler.

The young man next to Sharon huffed and drew more money from under the table, smiling in Sharon's direction as he put the cash on the table, his eyes focused on her. Sharon soaked it up, and winked back at the young fellow.

"Cheers" she inclined her head again at the group, her eyes lingering on Andy as she put her lips on the rim of her glass and drank the amber poison within. Eyes that were becoming more and more dangerous to his well-being and strength, eyes that seemed to swirl with promising delights – dark eyes that drew him in and spoke of scandalous undertakings that were bound to occur. He shuddered – and wondered rather impatiently if this con would ever come to a stop. The group of criminals still seemed somewhat coherent and for the plan to work they needed to be much more inebriated – drunken people had an obscure inability to not boast about this and that, often revealing whatever discriminating deed they had had accomplished.

"Cheers" he answered her, sharing a secretive look; he felt almost giddy with anticipation.

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Andy's mind was in a titillating explosion of sensory inputs, igniting touches stampeding through his nervous system and attacking his brain.

His body was responding to the huge amount of alcohol he had consumed but more importantly his mind was drunk on Sharon and the feelings coursing through body and mind alike in the afterwake of her touch. Igniting his skin on fire and running upwards through arms and legs, centering in his groin and curling upwards in his abdomen. Exploding in his mind in an eruption of pleasure. Rushing through and wreaking havoc on his senses, his emotions tied to the feel of flesh and skin, to the feeling of embracing infinity in a kiss.

He was flush against the cold floor, Sharon pressing herself into him, her mouth hot and impatient on his. The shabby motel room encircling them and trapping them in a niche of secretive, hidden passion – away from the mob of criminals whose echoes ran down the corridors separated from their little hideout, still playing their poker game of who's got more money – and far away from their wires and undercover liaison listening.

But everything else was quickly forgotten, slipping from his consciousness as he was enveloped further and further into the feel of Sharon's weight on top of him, of the sensual feel of her lips against his, her warm slender fingers slipping underneath clothes and stroking bare flesh. His mind spun and he felt fuzzy, the only point of focus being her; touching her, plundering her soft warm lips and tangling his fingers into her unruly hair.

He was too drunk – despite promising himself he would be mostly sober. He was off his rocker – and he didn't care. Not one bit. He bit down on her lower lip, drawing out her moan as he pressed her tighter against him. She tasted like dry vermouth, overwhelming and acrid and for a brief moment he wondered what the bloody hell she had been drinking. A small but detectable tang of something else tingled his lips, a flavor in betwixt sour and something else. Somehow the bitter taste only made him more aroused, surprising his expectations of something sweet – it was like venom in her kiss.

His fingers slipped up her thigh, under her dress, travelling up as she haphazardly started unbuttoning his shirt. He caressed her inner thigh, drawing circles on her warm skin and eliciting shivers and gasps. His other hand cupped her breast through the thin material of her dress while he drew the length of it over her hips, trust his hips upwards, wanting to melt into her.

She pushed him down hard, her hand on his shoulder as the other unbuckled his pants and slipped underneath.

He gasped and sighed with pleasure, the tingling of her touch bursting to flames in his mind.

Everything blurred around him and he still spun but her green eyes remained clear, framed by a halo of untamed red hair. He drew her back to his lips again and caressed her mouth, the surprise of cold air hitting his naked butt only lingering in the back of his mind. He was more concerned with his hands on her thighs, on trusting upwards and burying himself in her. The feel of unbearable sensation running through his body like electricity, coiling and twisting within him, climbing to higher levels of pleasure, mounting to something indescribable – it roared within him waiting for release.

He could feel the skin of her bared thighs slick and hot against him as she embraced him fully, the soft tingling strands of hair tickling as she leaned forward and captured his mouth. He breathed in the scent of her likewise drunken arousal, drank the moans and small sounds in the back of her throat as he slid in and out of her.

And suddenly it all erupted and he felt his mind exploding, pain and pleasure in a mix of unstable elements and he could hear the echo of someone screaming. His breath was ragged and his head spun even worse than before, his thoughts all jumbled up.

Sharon collapsed onto his chest and Andy could feel the vibrations of her perturbed breath though his ribcage. He covered her with his arm, bringing her head to rest in the nook of his shoulder, his legs tangled around hers.

He had a fleeting thought about a poker-game and something about exit strategy, a little worry about the cold floor and his arms cramping up at the dead weight of Sharon lying on it but they were very brief thoughts. He was too comfortable to move, too drowsy to contemplate anything but the nice body lying on his skin and the spinning feeling of being in orbit around a planet in his head.

He quickly fell asleep as well.

Blissfully unaware.

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