Chapter Nine (Let The Games Begin..)
"It was painfully clear what those women thought!" Harold Finch was still irked. "And while the idea is preposterous, I do actually think that they considered me to be your…" he sought the correct phrasing, not wishing to offend anyone's sensibilities.
"Sugar Daddy?" Cordelia was a little irked herself, the pretty cheeks flushed not only from the brisk coldness of a Northern wind. The two individuals walked back to the Escalade which was parked a few stalls down from the actual shop they had only just exited. "Because..that is EXACTLY what you make yourself out to be!"
She stated this opinion in no uncertain terms, not even bothering with Finch's sensibilities.
"I have never been so mortified in my entire existence!" She too, had noted the all too smarmy attitude of the old crones in that store, the one she glared at even now. "The old biddies!" she was embarrassed for the man and moreso..for herself. The feeling she had to endure while standing there, checking out. "Why didn't you tell them to go to hell and walk out?" That is exactly what her friend, Davy would have done. "I HAVE MONEY!" she proclaimed rather loudly, trying to balance opening the locked door of the auto with her arms full of packages and boxes. "ME! I don't need YOUR money!"
Harold was hard pressed to keep his face straight, suddenly seeing the humor in the situation, finally. "You seem fixated on that fact." He managed to retain his aloof demeanor, his eyes flicking the couple just passing their location, who seemed overly-interested in the conversation but one lifted brow from the man squelched any further gawking. "Perhaps we should alert the media..there are a few people in Outer Mongolia that did not hear your proclamation."
Cordelia was subtlety reminded of her unforgivable breach of etiquette, unable to meet the eyes of the older man and his wife who happened to be passing by as the argument ensued. She waited for them to go on about their business, lowering her tone, whispering harshly across the roof of the car, for he had crossed to the other side now. "I AM fixated on it..I do NOT enjoy you constantly paying my way!"
"Why is that, one might inquire?" Harold was at his best when being obtuse.
His superior tone pissed Cordelia off all the more, and for once, she did not defer to him, her natural temper coming to the fore. "Because I know for fact, you do not approve of me, which puts me at a decided disadvantage in this situation..one, I might remind you, which I did NOT cause!"
"That was improperly phrased but," he could let that one slide, waving his hand slightly about, the one holding his key pad. He too, was loaded down with several parcels, but he clicked the pad, going to open the back door of the vehicle as he debated the issue at hand. "that is neither here nor there." He placed the boxes neatly into the seat, situating them carefully. "First, those horrible creatures in that store with their narrow-minded views, assuming all sorts of unpleasant scenarios and now you..yourself, accusing me of .." he paused, having straightened, his gloved hand resting on the top of the car. "What, exactly?"
Harold found himself enjoying the exchange a little too sadistically for his own peace of mind, but he did not once think of halting the conversation. He stood now, daring her to answer the question put to her. "Disapprove?" he also debated that statement, having considered it in full but that was what he did. A champion debater from way back, his college days were remembered with a certain fondness for no one had managed best him at that pastime..there was even a plaque somewhere stating the fact.
It was probably in that second box up in the attic at his house. The one he considered his main residence. Or it could be in the basement along the South wall on those shelves that..
"Disapprove..dislike!" Cordelia was not going to deal in semantics at this point. "And why did you insist these items.." she held her arms out that he might inspect her meaning. Harold came around the car, sighing heavily, opening the back door of the auto. Cordelia threw her parcels haphazardly inside, her attention never once wavering from his averted profile. "be 'gift wrapped'" she quoted with her fingers, a smug look on the pretty features. "I'll TELL you why..because you consider them a 'gift'.." again she quoted, watching irritably as Harold righted several of the packages, stacking them neatly, to match his own side of the cat. "Which implies.." she continued undauntedly. "I am now, somehow..in your debt!"
"Your mind works rather oddly." In truth, the man had followed her reasoning perfectly for he, himself, thought in such terms. "Perhaps, Ms. Fellows..a 'gift'.." he 'quoted' with his gloved fingers. "Is merely a'' gift'.." again, the quote which pissed her off even more so, he noted with hidden glee. "What is it you think I want from you that a 'debt' in kind must be repaid..that you CLEARLY do not wish to give?"
She gasped, following his hidden innuendo. "OHH!" she breathed out her embarrassment, her cheeks certainly getting a work out this afternoon, he noticed. "I never once thought…I only..s-said.."
"One did not have to actually state the accusation," It was good to know he had not lost his touch. "What else could one surmise?"
"I know, beyond doubt, that you do not think of me in..such terms!" she was quick to rectify THAT misconception. "Usually, you are too fine a gentleman to..to..but today!" she was astounded by his behavior. "You are being ..a…" she sought an inoffensive but proper word. "Poopyhead!" After all, Davy often accused Cordelia of being one, but it was meant with affection, surely.
Finch's brow furrowed slightly, he had to discipline his response, for a smile just about erupted on his face. "…An erudite observation on your part." He managed..just, to keep his features perfectly composed. "Shall we now bring out the blocks and construct a tower, or.." he lifted a chilly brow. "Would you rather color a Disney Princess?"
"OHHHHH!" Cordelia was beside herself. "You pompous ASS! You..y-you.." she sputtered, floundering helplessly. "Horrible…HORRIBLE man!"
"Such stinging barbs wound deeply." He remarked drily, his manner crisp and precise. His gaze was decidedly cool and definitely off-putting to the girl who stood rooted to her spot, unable to handle, either the turn of events..or the man himself. "Perhaps we should cease this nonsensical exchange and endeavor to act the part of adults or.." he jerked the car door open, always the consummate gentleman. "Do you suggest a spit-ball face-off at ten paces?"
The rather full, sensual mouth dropped open, the emerald eyes widening with shock. "I…I HATE you!" she seemed rather certain of the statement. "I..I hope you get killed in a…a…grotesquely horrible manner by…" she could not think of anything heinous enough. "Klingons!"
"'Grotesquely horrible'." He repeated, his mind unable to phantom the meaning of that phrase. He stared off into the not too distant horizon, not even bothering to attempt such a feat. He shook his head woefully, sighing yet again. "Klingons…really?" his tone said it all. "Color me impressed."
"I..I have difficulty with descriptive adjectives!" she defended herself staunchly, the small chin lifting defiantly, her eyes flashing her temper.
"That is abundantly clear." He nodded curtly, indicating she should..shut up and get inside the automobile, for he still held the door for just such an occasion.
"I hate you!" she breathed out vehemently.
"I believe that fact has been established." He jerked his head to the car yet again.
Cordelia was torn between her common sense and indignation but in the end, she slid into the seat, in her haste and 'grotesque' anger..forgetting to be lady-like in her actions. The long black coat she wore gaped open and for one brief second..Finch was rewarded for his efforts.
He blinked, his pulse jumping erratically for he clearly..most distinctly..was presented with an amazing view of..Heaven. However brief.
Cordelia grasped the door from his unresisting hands, slamming it soundly in his face. She crossed her arms, her profile presented, her manner frostily..aloof.
Harold made his way back around the front of the car, totally ignoring the glacial stare he received from the vehicle's one lone occupant, his mind on other matters entirely. "..A natural blonde." He mused, muttering his thoughts aloud. "Don't find many of those now-a-days, I hear tell." Now he truly WAS..impressed.
He entered the Escalade, slid the key into the ignition and the heater and engine kicked to life. He checked on his passenger. It was going to be a long ride back to the cabin, indeed.
"Seat belt." He admonished, turning his head leisurely, glancing out his window at the scenery for she had offered a rather descriptive, unladylike oath for the unnecessary reminder. Finch hadn't heard that phrase in a while although he secretly assumed John Reese said it often when he was not within hearing distance.
He busied himself with his own safety harness, for it took that long for him to regain his perspective. "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" he had to say it or die. He wasn't proud of the lapse, but..there it was.
"I don't HAVE a mother, much like you, I should imagine because..you're a changling! An elf of a man!" Cordelia had an opinion on many things this day, apparently. "I am quite certain you were found under a toad stool!"
"By wandering Gypsies." Harold finished the woeful tale, checking traffic flow. "By the light of a full moon..just after the Winter Solstice. My Father was a Druid Priest..just in case you wondered." He pulled out of the parking spot, smiling contentedly. She refused to look at him, so..he felt he was safe enough in allowing his true nature..finally. A grin creeping up unbidden.
John Reese's mind was fully occupied, functioning at rapid-fire speed.
Other women had performed this..service for him, of course. But none had put their whole heart and soul into it as Taylor Davidivitch had done and was doing, these past few moments.
Her administrations were systematically stripping the thin veneer of civilization from Reese's disciplined mind.
The hot hollow of her mouth engulfed his, by now..throbbing apparatus, that inventive little tongue teasing, tantalizing, experimenting..testing his mettle to the limits.
She knew how to prolong the exquisite agony he suffered by stroking with her mouth, suckling leisurely.. the heightened flesh of his penis, her slender, but efficient fingers, delicately squeezing his scrotum with gentle, erotic pressure that was slowly but surely, driving the man up the proverbial wall.
Even though he had not even undressed, they shared the most intimate of moments..she touched him in such a private place, in such a very private manner, that they might as well have been stark naked in front of the window for John felt exposed to the core.
Somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, his logical, analytical, professional side was screaming a warning: DANGER WILL ROBINSON..DANGER!
But the more practical side..the Alpha, was overruling such bourgeois ethical evaluations.
John Reese was a man, first and foremost. A male..subject to that species inherent weaknesses. Case in point: the blatant seduction of a beautiful woman.
He knew what now transpired was wrong, on so many levels..he knew he should put an abrupt halt to the proceedings, he knew..he should never had allowed them to begin with.
Like Scarlett Ohara, he would think about that ..tomorrow.
What he actually did do, in lieu of the things that should be done, was..to open his eyes, and lower them to the administrations below. He slid his fingers into Davidivitch's hair, gently massaging the warm skin of her nape, encouraging her every move.
The woman rewarded his efforts by a soft, melodious moan and other, really..cool things. All of them attached closely, to his stiff, unyielding arousal. His eyes glazed a bit, as he continued to..watch the proceedings.
His stomach was tight with anticipation, his sac filling rapidly with fluid as his emotions waged a losing battle with his brain.
His index finger traced an exquisitely gentle path along the full, sensual mouth which suckled him so lovingly even now. The active little tongue flicked insistently into the slit of his dick, probing curiously.
Davidivitch tasted the salty tang of the man, smiling happily for she knew she had caused that tiny drop to appear on it's own. She went back to work, more diligent in her efforts to arouse some reaction from this difficult subject.
Reese drew in a quick breath, his head falling back, his hands trembling slightly as they cupped her head, holding her from withdrawal. "Deeper." He growled the request which was instantly..fulfilled. John's breath caught in his throat, a strangled sound of gratitude escaping his lips.
His body stiffened, the hair on his arms raising, a slight tremor running his frame. He was loathe to realize just how close he was. He could not deny himself a few more meaningful plunges into the hot, moist paradise of Davidivitch's delicious hollow.
If the woman minded the rather rough handling, she did not let on, indeed, encouraging such play with a rather suggestive squeeze of his right ass cheek. John was no fool, obeying her request to..move closer, still.
She gagged a bit, chuckling indulgently. She licked the entire length of his stiffness, settling back down to her main task quickly enough.
"Stop now." He advised, his hand covering her's, his gaze filled with unbridled passion. He was surprised at just how 'tense' his tone sounded, even to his own ears.
Those sultry orbs lifted most effectively, a knowledgeable glint found within the penetrating gaze. "I was just beginning to have..fun."
"Don't you want to play too?" he stated quietly. He hadn't wanted to spoil her mood..not at all but, he was too close..too fucking close.
She..smiled, arising slowly, her arms easing about his neckline. He welcomed her into his embrace, and she stretched out like a feline on a couch cushion. "You react very well to..stimuli.." she seemed appreciative of the fact. "..John."
His name on her lips was beginning to feel like a soft caress of a balmy breeze on a tropical island. Something John had always enjoyed, but so seldom experienced.
He knew he didn't have to worry about all the things that went through a man's mind at such a time..Taylor Davidivitch knew her own mind..knew what she wanted and was not shy about pursuing her goals.
She took the pressure off a guy. Reese appreciated that as this was the first time he had felt the need to..indulge since..
He pushed the image from his head, angry it had appeared at such a time. Damn it to hell. Wasn't he allowed any reprieve at all? He needed this! He suddenly realized as much, looking into the depths of those incredible eyes. He not only needed it..he wanted it.
He didn't mind putting others first..as a rule.
But the truth was, and he was having to confront it now..his attraction for this woman ran a little deeper than he had first thought. He had nothing to feel guilty about..nothing! He wanted to experience Davidivitch. She stirred him physically..he was curious to see if he could return the favor.
He moved his hands over the satin of her bare flesh, her skin heated..warm to the touch. He cupped her ass cheeks, massaging gently, the firm, rock hard surface. She moved closer, her leg wrapping about his calf, her mouth lifting for a caress.
John obliged her, his tongue pushing past her lips, flicking into the wondrous depths, tasting honey. His nerves tingled with an electric charge. Their mouths fit perfectly together, and for a brief moment, he lost himself in the excitement of contact.
He felt delightful bulges enticing him to further explore her body. His fingers tweaked the nipple of her right breast, and he rolled the tiny bud between his pressured pads, eliciting soft mews and grunts of growing contentment from the woman's throat.
He leaned, his arm tightening on her waist, lifting her effortlessly, just enough to cover the amber rose of her nipple with his mouth. She had a definite weakness for such antics, melting to him, gasping for breath suddenly.
He reacted on instinct and John Reese's instincts were in perfect working order these days. His arms embraced her tightly, enjoying the contact, her nakedness igniting his senses to new heights.
He was an action kind of guy, never prone to sentimentality but..he could be..'thoughtful' if he thought about it long and hard enough. He 'thought' now would be a good time to say a discrete, 'thank you' for what she had already given him.
He broke the kiss, his eyes holding her's willfully and he..stepped, taking the woman with him as he went. Her back hit the nearby wall and she grunted softly with the unexpected impact but his arms had shielded her from any real harm.
He continued to hold her eyes, his own allowing her to read his emotional involvement. He slowly..painstakingly so..lowered his mouth again, the contact brief..teasing..fleetingly..sweet.
"Bastard." She breathed her awe of his abilities, waiting..hoping he would show her..more.
He wedged his thigh between her legs, feeling the heat emanating from that sweet little valley. He knew she liked to be in charge. John did not mind, nor did he fear a decisive woman. But he had a few little idiosyncrasies himself, which he wanted to indulge.
He moved his thigh back and forth, ever so slowly, his lips working creatively on her nipple. The wet moisture filtering unto his neatly pressed slacks encouraged him..and made him all the harder for her.
He flexed the muscles of his thigh, and her own tightened systematically, squeezing and rubbing erotically about, trying to expend the restless energy building inside her. "…Nice." He whispered coarsely, his gaze saying so much more, however.
She spread her legs further, groaning brokenly.
He gallantly accepted the invitation, reaching between their bodies, his index finger feathering the scare public hair he had found, rubbing ever so gently over the carefully shaved fluff. He moved lower, feeling slick heat. "Look at me." He stated tensely.
She was too busy..savoring.
"LOOK..at me." He commanded her attention, his tone raw with ..need.
Davidivitch opened her eyes, their gazes locking.
Reese slid his middle finger into her opening, enjoying the stiffening of her body and slight gasp of..purient pleasure she emitted. He thrust it deep inside her cavity several times, his thumb rubbed, brushing over the nub of ecstasy he had found from a thorough search of the wet, slick lips he now played with. "I want to ..make love with you."
She shook her long tresses, her eyes restless on his face. "Fuck me." She instructed achingly. "I want you to..fuck me. I don't need…the other."
Reese nibbled at the slender column of her throat, planting warm, soft kisses about the fragrant skin. "No." he revised the scenario. "I want…." He could not keep his hands from roaming the incredible body. His mouth marked her throat, as he sucked leisurely on the delicious skin.
"I will not be a substitute for her." Davidivitch's eyes turned cold. "You fuck me..or get the hell out from between my legs!"
Reese..at first stunned by the venom in her tone and manner..recalculated. "..You want me to fuck you?" he growled his annoyance for her having disturbed his mood and fantasy. He grasped his cock in hand, kicking her legs apart.. He flicked her face, his own flushed with anger. His mouth tightened, his eyes cooling by degrees. "…Whatever." He pushed his rod into the steamy depths awaiting him, enjoying the slight catch of her breath and the totally feminine gasp of pain for his size was more than he had readied her for at this stage..not that he wouldn't have taken time and care otherwise.
He expected her to slap his face..she didn't.
Davidivitch relaxed into the moment, and in seconds was purring like a kitten. Reese was hard pressed to know exactly what he should, or should not..do.
So, she showed him, grasping his neck tightly, lifting her legs about his waist. It was she who began the ancient movements of loving making. She, who first joined her mouth to his.
John Reese was many things..but an idiot..he was not.
He forgot all about his supposed hurt feelings, soon matching the woman thrust for thrust..grunt for grunt..kiss for kiss.
His back didn't even have time to strain although the next morning, he would feel the bruise of muscles he hadn't used in a while. The white hot intensity of the lascivious passions washing over him, took his breath away. He enjoyed the awesome ride for all he was worth as the woman took him higher and higher into a realm of erotic pleasure he had so long denied himself.
The soft haze of fulfillment drifted away slowly. He found himself propped against the cold wall in Davidivitch's stead, and she was cuddled lovingly to his totally relaxed body.
"..Welcome back to the land of the living.." her gentle voice caressed him, even as her body warmed him. He his shirt was open, pulled from his waistband and his slacks lay bunched around his ankles. How..or when it had happened, he had no clue.
But, she was right..for so long now, he had felt dead inside. He was feeling other things now. Kinda..nice things.
"For one brief shining moment there.." he could hear the smile in her voice although she remained still, entwined with in his arms. Resting casually against him. He could smell his scent on her..and her's on him. Another nice thing. "I thought I felt..true involvement."
It was Reese's turn to..smile. "For one brief shining moment.." he shared with her. "..You did."
She lifted her mouth, kissing him passionately. "It's enough." She lay her head back on his shoulder and they..basked. "I'll take what you can give."
