Eliot and the Unknown Woman
Chapter 10
Eliot drove the silent team to their hotel, pulling to the back entrance to minimize attention to their arrival. Chanel got out and hugged each of them, thanking them for setting her free. Eliot thought for a moment she was going to stay with them, but then realized she had left the door open and her bag in his truck. He had never before been so terrified of loss, and every time he thought Chanel might choose to leave him or be taken from him made him feel sick. He heard her and Gibbs talking and he started trying to listen.
"Do you want me to make the arrangements, Chanel?"
"That would be wonderful Jethro. We'll need a private plane large enough to hold both teams, vague flight plan, a couple SUV's on the other end, and a hotel. Here's my card, baby. It will cover everything." She handed him her black American Express. Gibbs looked at the name on the card.
"New identity? Genevieve Ari. How appropriate, Genevieve, patron saint of Paris, the place you and Ari fell in love. He was with you tonight as he has been often when you needed him. Why didn't he protect you the last two years?"
"Who is to say he did not? I have no memory, remember? Tommy hated this bracelet with a great passion. After one of our many fights over it, he even went so far as to try to cut it off with bolt cutters because I would not remove it. He threatened to cut my hand off, but then how would he explain that to my father or anyone else for that matter? This bracelet is magical and cannot be removed unless I allow it. So, yes, I chose my new name carefully. Thank you for handling this Jethro. Plan for at least two days but with an extension if necessary. Let us know when wheels are up. Probably around 3:00 or so would be good. We'll check into the hotel and rest and then go to the children the following day. No one will be ready for an early take off."
Gibbs was horrified at what Tommy seemed capable of, even before kidnapping Chanel and pretending she was dead. "Why didn't you tell me or anyone what he was doing to you? We would have gotten you away from him."
"Jethro, you gave me up to him. I hardly thought it reasonable to go to you. Besides, he hurt me once and I almost killed him. He never did it again. I guess once my father died, his fear of me dwindled. For the longest time, I tried to protect my father and his career, his legacy. So I handled Tommy just as I handle most things…alone. I am glad that tonight I had you and the rest of the team with me. I could not have done it alone, Jethro. Think happy thoughts. You will see your son in just a couple of days. I will see my children. Tommy is dead, thank you for that. I hope that if there is a hell, he is in the 9th circle of it."
"Chanel I would have done anything to protect you. But it is over now. I will handle everything, baby. Go home with Eliot and sleep. I'll keep him or Nate informed. Goodnight my beloved." He kissed her gently on the lips, and then turned and walked away from her, leaving her and Eliot alone with the huge car.
She climbed tiredly into the passenger seat, exhaustion and adrenaline fighting for domination in her body. "Eliot, can we go home now? I want a shower in that phenomenal shower and to climb into those silk sheets, although I suppose the bed is still a mess and the sheets will be a mess from earlier. I want to sleep for now and forever."
"The apartment will be spotless when we get home, and the sheets will be clean. And I will have you all to myself for the first time in days."
She leaned her head against the leather headrest, "It will have been the first time in days. Surrounded by people so constantly is trying for me. I absorb all the emotion and feeling and it makes me feel old after a while. Let us just be us for a while."
"We will be whatever you want us to be." He pulled into the underground parking lot, started unloading the car while Chanel took several of the duffles. "I have to change out the license plates and I'll be done. Do you want to go on upstairs and let yourself in?"
She looked terrified at the thought of being apart from him, even for that short time. "No, Eliot. I'll wait." It pained him to see that look of terror on her face, and he wished he could do anything to take it away. He knew it might be minimized over time, but after what she had been through, even as strong as she was, it might never go away.
Less than five minutes later they were entering his apartment which had been meticulously cleaned in their absence. They went into the office room closet, hit the magic button and the floor parted, revealing a safe to store all his highly illegal goodies. They put everything away and headed towards the kitchen. Eliot thought they should eat something. Too much exhaustion and adrenaline after a really awful night would only make things worse during the night or in the morning. He quickly whipped up a couple vegetarian omelets and some iced sparkling water. Chanel, despite herself, found the omelet gone quickly, and as usual Eliot was right, she already felt much better. He cleaned up while he sent her off to the showers.
He undressed thinking to join her, but he found her sitting in the middle of the shower sobbing. He climbed into the shower with her, holding her, rocking her in his arms until her sobs slowly became hiccups. He pulled the scented special soap he had taken from warehouse building down from the shelf and started to gently bathe her in it, her hair, her body, washing her tears away. Before long they were kissing gently with no real intent, just offering comfort to each other. The more passionate the kissing became, the less comfort they were offering and the more desire and lust poured off of each other. Soon Eliot had her carefully pinned under him on the shower floor, licking, touching, and sucking her body. He wanted nothing from her except to allow him to make love to her, which he did. After gifting her with multiple orgasms, he finally needed his own release and entered her gently but powerfully. She moaned with the pleasure of being so completely filled. It was the first sound she had made since she had stopped crying, even her orgasms usually so vocal had been silent. The more he thrust inside of her heated channel the more she moaned with pleasure. He loved that sound, that acknowledgement from her that he could do something for her few others could. Finally he could hold back no longer and he spilled all of himself he had held back deep inside her, binding the two of them together. He lay there slightly off to the side but without removing himself from her, letting the shower spray clean their bodies. He finally stood and turned the water off, lifting her from the shower floor and drying her body and her hair. He cradled her body in his arms while he carried her to the bed, letting her rest against him while he combed out her hair.
When he was done with her hair she could feel him combing his hair out. She rose up from where she had been resting against him and reversed her position, straddling his naked and still wet body. She took the wide tooth comb from him and started to comb out his hair as he had done hers. Granted her hair was a much larger task, he enjoyed having her care for him the same way he did for her. And he especially liked her straddling his body. Even after the last performance, his body responded to hers quickly and thoroughly, a point she could not fail to miss. Eliot was still quite wet from the shower since he had not dried himself off. Chanel started worshipping his body by licking and sucking all the wetness away, drying his finely muscled body with her mouth. When he tried to reach out and touch her or return her gifts to him, she gently pushed him away. Soon, there was not a part of his body that had not been touched by her mouth. After her mouth gently groomed and cared for his now huge staff and rolled and sucked dry his balls, causing a great deal of moaning in his intense pleasure, she raised her body above his, using the headboard as leverage and impaled herself on his staff, forcing him through her tight channel until he reach the farthest ending of her. She moaned as the size and hardness filled her so quickly. She had wanted Eliot inside her hard and fast, and she drove him there, hard and fast. She continued to rock him in and out of her fast and then slowing down and then speeding up and slowing down. He was groaning at the changes of pace and his need to just let go and pound into her.
She leaned her naked and straining body towards his so she could whisper in his ear, "El-i-ot," she used a sing song voice. "I can go like this all night. It feels so good. But I think you want more now, you want to pound into me like you did the other night. I want that, baby. Do what you want Eliot. Take me, take me over and over again."
Eliot groaned loudly and immediately flipped Chanel under him, slamming into her hard and fast, hitting her cervix, g-spot, and clit coming and going. Without missing a stroke, he pulled each of her legs over his shoulders, making every stroke even deeper, more penetrating, and causing Chanel to scream. If he hadn't felt the firm ripples cascade through her, he would have wondered if the scream was from pain, and maybe it was to some degree. But their bodies were wrapped around each other and every tremor or squeeze one felt, the other felt it as well. They were animalistic in their lovemaking this time. They were demanding the maximum sensation from each other and neither would expect less. Chanel lost count of the numbers of orgasms and was approaching the point of having to give up, when Eliot finally capitulated, "Baby, I gotta come, now."
"Yes, yes, Eliot. Please fill me up. Oh my God, Eliot." She could feel him spasm multiple times into her. They moved slightly into a more comfortable position for both but Eliot never pulled out and having him inside her like that made her feel complete.
Eliot lifted his head to look into her eyes. "I love you Chanel. I never want to leave you and I want you to stay with me always."
"I love you too Eliot. I want us to stay together, but we have a lot to figure out. I have two children to be concerned with, one whose father is still alive and will want to be very involved. He is also still very much in love with me. Can you see yourself living in the same house under those circumstances? And Eliot, did you notice we have not been using condoms? We may already be pregnant with our own child. We have a lot to talk about. But not tonight. Tonight we sleep."
"To be with you, I will live under whatever circumstances are required. And Chanel, for you to have my baby, I can't think of anything I would want more. But you are right, we will sleep now. I can't promise I won't wake you up during the night though." He smiled a gentle smile and kissed her good night. They both rapidly fell asleep. Even so, they still woke each other up during the night and into the morning to make love again and again.