The first time, first date.
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Fiona walked out of her front door and straight into Michael McBride's chest. He was standing in almost the exact same spot that she left him the night before. He grinned at her surprise. "Hi." He lent one shoulder against the wall, his hand coming up to gently move her hair away from her face. His eyes scanning her features, checking out the bruised lip from the night before. "You ok?"
She pushed him back with a hand to his chest, she hadn't realized how tall he was, she looked up at his face, the split lip and the bruises around his eyes not taking away from his appearance. "Hi yourself, I thought we were meeting at the pub." She glanced at her watch. "In fifteen minutes."
"I thought we'd forgo the local, and get the bus into the city." He moved back and she caught hold of his arm.
"So you thought you'd just hi jack me, coming out of my front door?" She allowed him to lead the way.
"The bus stop's this way, I'm saving you a walk." He pointed out.
"So where are we going?" She asked.
"There's a funfair, I thought we'd start there, and see where we end up." He held his hand out to stop the bus, while she went to find a seat he paid the driver. Catching up to her, he slid into the seat next to her his arm across her shoulders.
When he had contacted his handler early in the morning he had been warned, she would be at her most suspicious now. He must do nothing to make her think he was anything other than a sometime car thief and getaway driver. Presently unemployed and not particularly interested in Irish politics. He was to let her draw him in.
At the fairground, he let her choose the rides they went on. As he expected she picked the ones that went fast, or upside down or preferably both. After an hour they were walking amongst the stalls and side shows. She pulled him over to a rifle shoot, and challenged him to a contest. She won them a large yellow teddy bear, which she let him carry.
Afterwards they walked into the city centre and found a bar selling pub food. He scowled at the men who followed her with their eyes as she walked to the toilets. She elbowed him in the ribs when a bar maid spent too long counting his change into his hand. From one pub they moved onto another, until they realized last orders had been called and they had missed the last bus home.
Michael went through his pockets realizing he didn't have enough money left for a taxi. Fiona brought out her own money, she hadn't expected him to pay for everything, but he'd kept insisting. She had more than enough to pay for the journey home, but then she had another idea. It had been a rather carefree evening, no talk of guns or bombs, a refreshing change. She pushed him into a narrow side street and then up against a shop doorway.
"Do you want to know what really turns me on?" She whispered, leaning into him, standing on her tiptoes, her lips brushing against his.
"Mmm." He mumbled, one hand still gripping her prize bear. The other tangling in her hair pulling her head into a long kiss.
She broke away from him, her eyes sparkling her breath quickening. "How do you feel about getting us a fast car?" She asked.
He sighed, and looked down at her expectant expression. She liked him, now she was testing him. He caught hold of her and changed their positions so she was now against the security door. He pushed his knee between her legs spreading them apart. He lent over her, his dominant position at odds with the gentle way he nibbled her ear before breathing gently against her neck.
"How turned on?" He asked, his voice rough with lust. Keeping her pinned, the teddy bear now on forgotten dropped on the pavement, his hands began to gently rub up and down her arms, his thumbs brushing against the sides of her bra.
"Depends on how fast a car." She replied, reaching up she ran her nails through his scalp pulling his head back. While her lips found his neck.
He stretched his chin upwards giving her full access to his throat, feeling a mix of gentle kisses and little nips along his jaw. She released his head and wrapped her arms around his waist, and snuggled her head against his chest.
"Get me a Porsche, Michael. There is a dealership two streets away."
He rested his chin on her head. "I don't have my tools with me." He admitted, he felt her start to try and pull away. He tightened his hold on her arms. "I can get into any car, but a dealership, they'll be alarms." Keep to your cover. He reminded himself.
She turned her head up to stare at him, a wide smile on her face. "Oh I can get us in anywhere."
She wriggled out from under him, and picked up her bear brushing the fur straight. "Come on." She gave him no choice hooking the fingers of one hand into his waistband, pulling him a long in her wake.
They carried on down the narrow street, out onto another main road and then across to a large flashy luxury car dealership. She peered through the windows and pointed to a black 968 convertible.
"That one." She told him.
He smiled and lent back against the glass. "You said, you would get us in." He pointed out.
She gave him a mischievous grin. "Hold the bear."
He felt a little bit ridiculous standing watch holding a large fluffy yellow teddy bear, while she crouched down picking a lock.
"You know there's an alarm in there? Looks like its a key pad."
"I can see that Michael one thing at a time." She had the door open and was heading for the alarm. He wondered if he should risk his cover and help her. "There." She smirked. "All done." Her fingers ran along a row of keys hanging on hooks. "And all you're going to have to do is find the right key."
Michael dropped the bear into the car she had chosen, and came over to where she was picking the right key for him. He planted a gentle kiss on her collar bone and and whispered in her ear. "You've not finished. Are you going to open the front up for me to get the car out?"
She laughed and almost skipped over to the large glass doors, finding the clips she slid them open as he started the engine, pressing down hard on the accelerator revving the engine. As soon as she jumped in beside him he floored the car, rapidly going through the gears he took them out of the city.
She directed him onto narrow country lanes, unlit and lined with high stone walls. The car skidded on some of the corners due to the condition of the roads. He was very much aware of the fingers of her right hand gently stroking in his left thigh. "Faster Michael, stop playing games." She lent into him, her left hand resting on his stomach. The car felt like it dropped and shot forward even faster. Her hand was no longer on his thigh and he was finding it harder to concentrate.
"If you keep this up, we're not going to make it home." He gasped as the zip on his jeans slid down.
She flicked the button on his waistband undone, so her hand now had free access. "But you showed such self control last night."
The car swerved, tyres squealing as he brought it to a halt in a cloud of dust and grit. "That was last night." He growled. Pushing his seat as far back as it would go he turned towards her, pulling her into a kiss. His mouth hard against hers, his tongue pushing against her teeth demanding entry.
Not to be out done, Fiona climbed astride his lap, one hand now inside his boxers, she felt him grow in her hand and his breathing become more ragged.
"Bloody hell girl." He groaned, resting his chin on her shoulder. He lifted her top up, his fingers finding the fastener on her bra. He lowered his mouth and latched onto one breast his teeth grazing her nipple.
Her back arched and she sighed. One hand continued to stroke and play with his erection, while the other struggled with the zip on her own jeans.
"Out of the car." He opened the door and carried her out, dropping her onto the hood of the car. He helped her out of her jeans and almost ripped her knickers off. She pulled his jeans and boxers down and then wrapped her legs around his hips.
Both sighed as he pushed into her, slowly until all the way inside. They paused for a moment, both panting and then he began to move, his hips bucking into her slowly at first and then faster.
She dropped back onto the hood of the car, thoroughly spent. He lent over her a hand either side of her shoulders, he took one hand away to wipe his arm across his forehead. He looked down at her, her hair was fanned out framing her face which was flushed, her eyes shining. She ran her tongue over her lips, her eyes drinking in his features.
"We should get going."
He nodded, pulling up his boxers and jeans and then helping her back into her clothes. Back in the car he started the engine, and looked across at her. "Fancy going out tomorrow night?"
She lent her head back against the headrest enjoying the feeling of the night air blowing through her hair. "I think tomorrow we should spend the night in." She turned and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. "What do you say?"