"No Going Back"
Copyright 2008 Penn O'Hara
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Usual disclaimers apply.
LOCI Canon Timeline: During-ep for LOCI: Season Six "Renewal"
My LOCI Timeline: Post "Wheelin' Car"
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Chapter Ten
Lounging in a seat in the Delta Airlines Terminal at JFK Airport, Logan forced his hands to be still on the armrests, pretending to be indifferent to the imminent arrival of Carolyn's party, when he was really a mess of taut nerves and pathetic eagerness. Keeping his shoulders and neck slumped, his eyes scanned every face that walked toward him for a sign of her.
As he saw Bradshaw precede Carolyn into the waiting area, Logan rolled to his feet to draw her attention to his presence, putting his shaking hands in his pockets. She was obviously still on the job, wearing a dark suit, high-heeled, enclosed shoes and her hair in that French knot thing.
Seeing him, Carolyn pushed past Bradshaw and strode toward him, the line of her mouth straight.
Ah, shit. I'm dead meat.
Last night he had been more creative with the phone sex and she seemed to appreciate it — even asked for more this time — but it was obvious she still hadn't forgiven him for that wayward kiss. He braced himself for the tirade. Maybe she'd get creative and give it to him in Polish or Yiddish or some other damned language.
As she got closer, she swung her overnight bag from her shoulder, and Logan's eyes widened as he saw it coming for him. Shit! She was going to attack him in public!
Getting ready to duck it, he was surprised when it dropped at his feet. Still eyeing the bag, he was unprepared when Carolyn wrapped her arms around his neck and dragged his mouth down to meet hers.
Shocked by the ferocity of her passion, Logan held her gingerly but went with the tide, accepting the kiss and returning it with enthusiasm. His blood started to fire and his body stirred as the kiss rocked him to the groin. He didn't know where it would have ended, but could guess, until Bradshaw separated them with a disapproving clearing of his throat.
"Barek," the Chief muttered.
"Am I on duty or off, sir?" she asked, leaning back from Logan slightly and giving Bradshaw a challenging backward glance.
Bradshaw frowned, his mouth opening and closing, then he turned away. "I'll see you in the office, Monday. Early," he warned.
Carolyn smiled sweetly then turned back to Logan. "He doesn't like you."
Logan grinned foolishly, his head still spinning from her kiss. "I know. That…show… wouldn't have helped."
Her arms loosely balanced around his neck, Carolyn's eyes bored into his, serious and direct. "I know she's dead and it was a tragedy, so call me a bitch, Mike, but I needed to replace the feel of her mouth on yours—"
"It's okay, Carolyn. I was a jerk."
Her eyes darted around his face, seeking a crack he couldn't afford to show. "Despite your explanation the other night, I have no real idea why you were kissing another woman, so tell me now, if I ever…ever… gave you the impression I was willing to share you."
"Hell, no. It wasn't like—"
"That's what they all say, Mike. And a woman never believes it, so shut up while you're ahead."
Logan snapped his lips closed.
"There's no going back to your old ways," she said, not finished with her lecture. "I love you, Mike Logan, and I am not going to share you with another woman, is that clear?"
He nodded meekly. "Clear."
"Well?"
He knew what she wanted to hear, and it was getting easier and easier to say it each time. "I love you, too."
"Now take me home and we'll talk about your indiscretion some more." She turned her back on him and left the overnight bag at his feet, obviously expecting him to pick it up.
Logan cringed. He wasn't off the hook yet. Scanning the airport terminal desperately, he saw the Crown Club VIP Customer lounge about twenty yards away. His eyes narrowed, thinking, planning and an idea formed. Scooping up her overnight bag, he threw it over his shoulder and dragged out his handcuffs. He caught up with Carolyn, grabbed her arm and cuffed her wrist.
He was going to have move fast else it would all blow up in his face.
"What the—?"
"Humor me," he pleaded, grabbing her other wrist and slickly cuffing it in front of her.
"Are you kidding?! Mike!"
He hurriedly ushered her toward the glass doors of the Crown Club. They automatically opened and he pushed her in.
A chic Delta Airlines employee approached them quickly, frowning. "Excuse me, but are you a member—?"
Logan pulled out his badge, held it in front of her nose and began to talk fast. "I'm a police officer, Miss…" He squinted at her name badge. "… Turo. I've accompanied a felon extradited from North Carolina and I'm waiting for my colleagues to collect us. My prisoner is dangerous and unpredictable and I need somewhere to detain her. For the safety of the public, can this area be secured temporarily?"
He frowned hard, making sure she got the impression he was serious and fully expecting her co-operation.
"I can lock it…" The attendant eyed Carolyn warily.
"I suggest you do that when you leave." He scanned the room, finding a man in a suit working on his laptop, a bartender stacking glasses and an elderly couple whose clothes dripped wealth sitting on the large cushions of one of the room's sofas.
"And take those people with you."
He jerked a chin at Carolyn, held firmly to his side. A combination of the warmth of her body scorching his and the thought of what he was planning clawed at his groin. Holy Mother— He wanted her
"I don't want them threatened in any way," he warned.
"But—" Turo hadn't moved.
Carolyn screamed something at the woman in a language Logan didn't recognize and the attendant jumped back, a hand to her throat.
Attagirl, Carolyn! She was in for the game, or at the very least, giving him the benefit of the doubt.
Turo wheeled around and gathered up her passengers and the bartender, shepherding them out of the room with the slick efficiency he expected from a professional. Turning back, she looked to Logan for further instructions.
"You can stay at the doors outside to prevent anyone … I mean, anyone, including you… from entering unless my colleagues arrive and they show their badges."
"I…Is this necessary?" Turo asked, unconvinced. "She doesn't look very… dangerous."
Logan gave Carolyn a glance of disapproval and Carolyn obediently adopted a fiercer look.
"She's very volatile," he said. "Mild one minute, a serial killer the next."
The attendant gasped, then retreated, securing the glass doors behind her with an electronic click.
Carolyn rounded on Logan. "What the hell was that about? I 'humored' you, now tell me—"
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, putting every ounce of expertise he'd acquired, every coal of passion within him, into it. She struggled against him, fighting him then relaxed, struggled again, twisting, then relaxed again. Her body warring with his, excited his blood, heating it, lending power to his arms, hunger to his lips. He kept kissing her until she started kissing him back. Only then did he loosen his grip, but not completely.
Scooping her up against his chest, he carried her over to one of the sofas and laid her down upon it, guiding her cuffed wrists above her head and following her down. Holding her wrists there with one hand, he thrust his face into her neck, raining kisses on her skin, breathing in her scent, going wild with the moment.
Carolyn stopped struggling and whimpered into his ear. Her chest heaved under him, body squirming under his, firing him more, as she slipped her hips under his. She tried to get her hands down, but he held her fast, his other hand slipping under her coat to find a soft breast to stroke.
"Ah, shit, Carolyn," he growled, lifting his head. "You're not wearing a bra."
"I…didn't think… Bradshaw would notice, but…I…ah…knew you would."
"Fuckin' hell, yes!" Logan popped two buttons on her shirt and slid his mouth across her skin, taking in a breast greedily. His body surged, blood pounding. There was no way she would get much finesse from him the first time, but there was always a second time.
His fingers kept popping buttons until he reached the waistband of her skirt. Her hips lifted automatically and his hand scooped up its hem to find her panties.
"A thong?!" he groaned. "Jesus Christ! You're not givin' me many challenges here, babe."
"I was…uh… planning on showing them off… when we got home…not… if … we got home."
Carolyn was panting fast and he reveled in her loss of self-control. He drew her breast into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the nipple and sucking hard. She bucked under him, her movements rubbing his body through his clothes and making him ache painfully.
"This is gonna be a quick one, babe. I want you too badly—"
"God, Mike, yesss! What's keepin' you?"
"Hussy," he smiled and unzipped his pants. Pushing aside her lacy sliver of underwear, he pressed against her. She immediately pushed down on him, and his body leaped at the invitation. Gritting his teeth, eyes squeezed shut, he pulled back. "Not… that fast… babe," he gasped. "There's such a thing as too eager."
"You're the one…that should be… eager to please…ooof…"
He silenced her with his mouth on her other breast, giving it a playful tug and a gentle nip. His hand teased the first one, keeping it interested and pushing at him. She was a contradiction of giving flesh and hard thrusts toward him, demanding his attention. He felt her wetness against him, drawing him in and he couldn't fight it any longer.
He slid into her, going home, physically finding his safe harbor, mentally meeting his equal, spiritually melding with his other half.
"That feels…" she breathed, "…so good."
Logan sunk himself into her and braced himself on his elbows as her muscles embraced him, sending power surging through his veins, rushing to conquer. He could barely breathe; he was going to explode and he prayed he could hold on long enough to satisfy her. If she moved, he would be a goner.
"Don't…move…" he gasped, his chin stretching to the ceiling to find willpower from above.
"You baby!" she laughed, and rocked underneath him.
Logan's body pulsed and pounded, his blood thick and hot, muscles liquefying while his core was drawn into her and lost.
"Geezus!" he yelled. His control slipping, he powered into her, hips refusing to obey a frazzled brain demanding they stop before it was too late. Carolyn was writhing under him, yelling at him, biting at his neck but he was beyond helping her. His needs were too great, the command this woman had over him and his body, too immense a force to fight.
Desperate, he threw his weight to his right, rolling with her, but they ran out of sofa. Crashing to the floor, he took the brunt of the fall, his elbow knocking painfully against a magazine table. Just the shock he needed to get himself together.
Carolyn pushed herself up onto his hips in triumph. She placed her cuffed hands onto his chest and leaned into him, taunting him with her bare breasts and lascivious smile.
"I'm in charge now," she crowed, rearranging their clothes, wrists linked. Poising herself above him, she pushed down hard.
He grunted but held it together, his body back in command. Grinning happily, he held her rocking hips and basked in the sight of her flushed face and bouncing breasts, immersed himself in her wet heat and swung with her rhythm.
"Go, Mikey boy!" she laughed.
"I'm with you, babe," he laughed back.
She looped her cuffed hands under his neck and dragged his face up to hers. Devouring him with her mouth, he held his own, thrusting his tongue onto hers. Her gasps into his mouth became whimpers, strengthening to tight groans and a scream, captured in her throat, heralded her release.
Rolling again, Logan nestled her against the edge of the sofa and thrust once more. Her body froze, locked and she screamed into his ear but he was used to that, and, expecting it, was able to endure it. Fastening his mouth over her accompanying cries, he powered home and gave up his energy, feeling her drain him with ripples of ecstasy.
His body trembled, shoulders heaving, elbows barely able to support him. His mouth continued to battle with her kisses, each of them unable to stop the hungering.
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Logan blinked at the overhead lights, his neck beginning to crick where it lay against the back of the sofa. Carolyn stirred against his side and he moved slightly on the cushion to accommodate her rearranging her limbs, lifting his aching neck and rubbing at it.
"I'd better get some clothes on," he murmured without enthusiasm, eyeing his shirt tossed on the overhead lamp. "I hope you didn't rip my shirt."
He checked that his pants were still strewn across the sofa behind him and his boxers were wedged underneath Carolyn who was semi-dressed, sans skirt. His coat was on the floor, and probably creased after his Polish wildcat rolled on it during their third…
Carolyn grunted and held up her wrists. "How about uncuffing me first, flyboy!"
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Finis.
My job is done.
I hope you enjoyed the ride. This is what a sleepless night does for you.