John and Lisa are connected through their common principles and their intense feelings. New lines show up and are drawn that are going to lead them to move in their own direction. Although you don't experience John Reese in love in such a way, he is a man, not an ordinary man but he is a man. All the love scenes I write are only to consolidate the strong bond they both have. I think that when love is pure and natural, nothing is more beautiful to live it in depth with some craziness.
Warning: love scene at the beginning of this chapter. If you dislike, don't read.
Chapter 14
After the conversation, she had with Finch, sadness, and guilt engulfed Lisa. She couldn't resist the submersion of conflicting feelings: she loved John and she was happy with him but the fact that he put his life on the line to help others highly perturbed her. She was always scared that all this ended his life. He was endlessly in the war with the evil as he was hunting down his own demons and sins. Harold gave him fuel to quench his thirst for justice and to regain hope and a part of humanity he lost when he was a CIA agent. She understood that Harold saved John giving him a job and a purpose. Like a brave warrior, John continued fighting the bad people, he continued fighting himself.
He opened up to her about his past to push her away from him, to scare her. She remembered the sharpness of his mind when he pronounced words to oust her out of his life. She had sensed that he was falling for her and he was scared of that feeling. He had moved her, emotions he had woken in her were not under her self-control, that was the reason why they have been drowned together in a passionate storm. Their loving embraces, their magnificent and extraordinary unions gave birth to love. Today she loved him more than her life and he did the same way.
She thought if she went back to her country, if she let her company to be managed by a third person, she could alleviate the weight on John's shoulders and keep him alive longer. But she wasn't determined to break with him, he would suffer, she didn't want him to suffer. So, she was going to protect him whatever the cost, in the shadow, like a guardian angel.
She showered and dressed. Then she cooked the lunch in case John woke up and was hungry.
She forwarded to the bedroom and she checked on the cut on his biceps. The wound was clean and healing. She sat on the edge of the bed and she looked at his beautiful and calm face for a long time. Tears sparkled in her eyes that she tried to keep back. How long would this last?
She got up when John grasped her forearm.
"Please, stay here, my love. I needed you, you know. Don't leave me." He murmured as he read in her thoughts.
"I'm here, John, you are not alone, I would stay at your side, always." She replied softly.
He rolled his arms around her back and he enticed her on his side. He gave her a full and burning kiss that turned her neurons down. His hands searched for her breasts under her blouse and massaged them softly.
"Lisa, I need you, you don't know how. Three days without touching you, I can't. I was near to lose you, you may have been killed, my love. This is unbearable." He breathed with shining eyes and wet eyelashes while his lips covered her face with kisses.
"John, you are weak, this is not appropriate to.."
"Yes, it is, I'm fine and I gonna prove you." He sighed while he was undressing her, removing her jeans, her panty, her tee-shirt and her bra. He removed his pajamas and undershirt and laid his body on top of her.
"John, John, I missed you, I love you so much, I can't lose you, I need you too." She whispered, pressing her body against his, spreading her legs.
He lightly kissed the bruise between her breasts and he entered her slowly, moaning his pleasure to possess her after a so long wait. His bruised ribs reminded him to not lean on them, so he loomed over her without pressing his body on her, leaning on his forearms and his knees. He rolled his left arm under her lower back to lift it up and to increase the strength of his thrusts. She followed his strokes one by one and she bounced her hips into his to give her own strength to their loving embrace. He thrust into her again and again, hitting her G spot nonstop. Soon, she felt the fire devour her core and she called him:
"John, John."
"Yes, I'm coming with you, I can't wait, my love." He sighed.
Their orgasms exploded together with emotions and shouts of their names.
"Lisa, love you, love you." He kissed her hungrily.
"Joohnn." She cried, at the end of her life.
There were out of breath and stared at each other, they slowly landed on Earth.
"John, are you okay?" She demanded, stroking his face.
"Yes, I'm ready for another round in five minutes." He smiled.
The day after, John wished to go to work. On his way, he stopped at the coffee shop to buy the beverages for the team. He arrived at the library, resolute to speak to Finch about their rescue. Shaw was not yet here.
"Good morning, Finch." John greeted, handing him his Sencha green tea.
"Good morning, Mr. Reese, thanks. I didn't mind to see you before a few days. How do you feel?" Finch asked, turning his body face of him.
"I'm fine. We need to talk, Finch." John commanded dryly.
"I know." Finch replied, sighing and waiting for the collision.
"What did occur in your mind to use Lisa like she was a team member to help Shaw and me?" John quietly asked, leaning his hands on the table where Finch was sitting at.
"John, I used all the means I had without success. The Detectives were out of town. Finally, the Machine revealed where you were and told to send Ms. Adrian to rescue you." Finch stuttered, impressed by the apparent calm of John.
"She might have been killed. A bullet hit her in her chest, the bulletproof vest protected her, but it might have hit her in the head. You didn't have to do this." John shouted in anger.
"John, I couldn't let you without attempting something. Lisa didn't hesitate one second and she was determined to rescue both of you. The machine said that She would help her." Finch defended.
"Finch, next time, better let me die than expose her to a risky situation. She is wanted and vulnerable. You got it?" John's lips thinned with the angst.
"You are all safe, that is important to me, you are my friends. Ms. Adrian showed high-mindedness and a true skill in wearing the role of a savior." Finch pleaded.
"She killed three guys, Finch. She killed three guys without mercy. This is destructive, I know what this is about, Finch." John spoke clearly, poking his index on the table.
Shaw arrived at the library, she heard the last words, she had no doubts about the subject of the confrontation.
"Good morning you two. How are you, Reese?" She said, taking her coffee.
"I am fine, and you?" John asked with concern, straightening up.
"Yeah, me too. How is our Lara Croft? She really impressed me. We could get her on our team, I'm sure that kneecapping would be a piece of cake to her." Shaw dropped the bomb, looking at Finch.
"No way, you understand, no way she works with us." John turned to face Finch then Shaw with a deadly look.
"This has never been an option, John." Finch said softly.
"Keep it always like that." John replied, gritting his teeth.
"A new number, just now." Finch announced. To his great relief, this ended the heavy clash.
The printer printed the image of the number. Finch pinned it on the glass wall and turned to John and Shaw.
"Someone we know, James O'Neil!" Finch kept an emotionless face, hiding his surprise and discomfort.
"I wondered how he did to be a victim or a perp. I am going to take care of him." John said without the slightest hesitation.
"Wait, I go with you." Shaw said.
"No, I call you if I need." John commanded firmly.
John took the post-it that Finch handed him and he exited the library.
"What's up with him?" Shaw asked Finch.
Finch shrugged in desperation. He hoped that John wouldn't get into trouble one more time, he had been hurt and hadn't completely recovered. This new person of interest was an old army comrade of Ms. Adrian, an ancient Special Forces member that was to say someone skilled.
"John is angry and angsty, Ms. Shaw." Harold said sadly.
"We were lucky that Lara Croft saved us. Reese's girl is tough, I didn't mind it and sure him either. Nevertheless, it's the first time he denied me to be his backup. It's unusual. Does he have the interest to work it alone?" she demanded curiously.
"I don't know, Ms. Shaw." Finch knew that Lisa had had a short affair with O'Neil but he expected John to be objective in his mission.
Shaw was mortified to be left apart and wondered why John acted like that. She wanted to follow in his steps but Finch reminded her to trust John. It was the base of their partnership.
John was staking out O'Neil in front of his home for one hour when he saw him to come out and to enter his car. He tailed him to his destination that was an isolated pavilion in lower Manhattan. He entered the house as he was at his home. John exited his car and came close to the door. He heard muffled sounds against the wall and moans that didn't let any doubts about what was happening right now. O'Neil was banging a woman against the wall and she was willing and participating in this. This bastard was cheating on his wife and he disrespected his entire family. John was about to neglect him to his fate so he was disgusted by him. He had a wife, two children and he was betraying all that.
Suddenly, a car stopped in front of the pavilion. A man surged in a hurry, a hand in his pocket, tightening something. John thought that the man was the husband and that he was involved in an act of revenge, he was ready to intervene even if he disliked O'Neil. He hid behind a hedge, letting the man enter the house. He followed him into the hall and stopped when the man climbed upstairs. They could hear the loud moans of the lovers filling the space, then the crazy cries of the woman when she came. In a flash, John visioned Lisa and O'Neil sex connected and burst in pleasure. It hit him in his heart, even if it was a few years ago when he didn't know Lisa's existence.
The man climbed softly the stairs and ejected his colt from his pocket. John followed him upstairs and stilled when the man stood behind the door. He silently walked behind him, he immobilized him and disarmed him.
"You don't deserve to end in jail because of this bastard. Believe me, he is not worth a red cent. Your wife has been swindled. You can foil them if you want but don't attempt to their lives." John murmured with sincerity.
The man looked up at John surprisingly and nodded. He opened the door of the bedroom and entered. John stood in the hallway, near the door, he heard the husband that insulted and ousted O'Neil off from the bed. John ran down the stairs and stood near his car. When O'Neil came out of the house, he went straight to him. John was savoring the defeat of O'Neil that glanced at him with a black look.
"Why do you sneak in my business?" O'Neil asked in a bad mood.
"I prevented a jealous husband to kill you. But it was not a humanitarian purpose." John blurted out.
"Yeah, I remember you. You were at the Mayor's party two weeks ago. You danced with the Riviere enterprise's heiress, Ms. Elisabeth Adrian. You seemed very close. Did she trap you?" O'Neil said in an obscure tone.
John was shocked and didn't answer.
"Yes, I see, she did. I hope you gonna suffer as strong as she did to me. She turned you upside down when you tasted her little girl's pussy, hum. I know her, she is a hot lover, I experienced her a few years ago." O'Neil hissed, smiling devilishly.
John approached him, face to face, chest against chest, eyes into eyes, measuring his powerful frame with his. They were tall even, but John's shoulders were larger. John icily murmured, breathing over O'Neil's face:
"Stop speaking like that about her. You didn't deserve her. You acted with her like an asshole. You don't even change your habits. You just betrayed your family."
"You don't deserve her neither. I wonder what she finds in you." Jealousy contorted O'Neil's face.
"If you were in her shoes, you would get the answer." John said, looking O'Neil straight in the eyes.
"We will see again sooner." O'Neil stuttered, moving backward and turning to enter his car.
"Mr. Reese, are you okay?" Finch demanded.
"Yeah, Finch. O'Neil can't say likewise. He had sex with the wife of his employer, I convinced the husband to let down the revenge. Then I gave O'Neil some tips on how to be correct with women." John reported to Finch.
Finch heard the words between John and O'Neil about Lisa. John almost lost his nerves with O'Neil. He saved him but he got an enemy, this was bad for him, bad for them. It was John, the warm-hearted, the loving lover, always on the line for people he loved. Finch envied him to live such a deep feeling with this stunning woman, he was relieved that John wasn't anymore alone, that he had a life outside the work but he was doing too much, he needed to slow down a bit. Lisa was beautiful, attractive, intelligent, skilled and John liked all that in her. Finch had judged in a few minutes the influence that she exerted on him. He didn't even wonder how it might be explosive in the bed. Finch blushed at this naughty thought he had about them. John was more open and he felt happy, Finch was grateful to Lisa to change him.
"John, no number today. We have to work on Lisa's case. I wait for you at the library." Finch said.
John came back to the library. Finch asked him about the Tatiana nightclub.
"John, when you went to the Tatiana nightclub, what was your purpose? Had you learn something about the case we are working on?"
"When we were at Kimsky's home, the business card I found on the Russian led me there. At first sight, I had no idea about what I gonna find or learn. I visioned that it was a place where mobsters held a sort of meetings and adjusted their strikes. Finally, after our capture I can say that the loss of the money was the nerve of the war between the Russians and Elias, I hope that Lisa will cease to be their principal target."
"We are not sure that they will lose interest in Riviere enterprise. Cutting down Gorback and Kimsky is an excellent score for us. Now we need to approach Elias to know his intentions."
"Can you manage a meeting for me with him?" John demanded.
"I will call Elias. Sure he will want you to come alone and unarmed."
Later, in the evening, surrounded by his men, Elias met John at Brooklyn Bridge Park Pebble Beach. Marconi frisked John and nodded at Elias.
"John, so what do I owe this visit from you?" Elias demanded with a smile.
"Elias, it's been a while." John replied, looking at the men around.
"I have nothing to hide, John, we can speak openly." Elias said.
"Well, I wish to know if you have a sight on the Riviere enterprise?" John asked with a detached tone.
"Why, have you some?" Elias tackled softly.
"We are protecting a person whose the interest is the growth of this firm because she is the owner. It appeared that this company is faced with money laundering from the Russian mob. Do you intend to steal this business to the Russians?" John insisted.
"I'm only doing what I think is best for the city." Elias preached.
"So you're gonna kill everyone who gets in the way?" John questioned with an icy voice.
"We're more alike than you'd like to admit. Both killers in our own right. But now you save innocent people like Charlie Burton, not old gangsters. Just leave those men to me." Elias was smiling slightly.
"You know I can't do that." John warned him.
"I can't say I'm surprised." Elias shrugged.
"What about the enterprise I mentioned, and the owner we are protecting?" John reminded Elias.
"I owe you one, John. I will look someplace else." Elias gazed at the sight of Manhattan shapes and lights on the other side of the river.
"I'll thank you for that." John replied with relief.
"I wish you luck, John. If you stay out of my way, I'll stay out of yours." Elias warned simply.
"What if I don't?" John argued.
"Then we'll meet again under less pleasant circumstances. See you on the other side." Elias turned to leave with his men.
John felt relieved that Elias lost interest in Lisa and the Riviere Company. Finch heard the conversation as he plugged a micro-bug in the shoe of John. John turned to retrieve his car. He drove toward the library to meet Finch.
"John, good, the game is clearer. Elias turned his back to the Riviere enterprise, The Russians have no more people in the place. Elias and the Russians declare war. Ms. Adrian is free to go home." Finch looked up at John that was speechless and worried.
"Something wrong, John?" Finch demanded softly.
"What if the Russians play jokers, Finch?"
"The Russians will not be able to deposit cash because nobody is on the place to spend the dirty money. Lisa will check that this can't happen. " Finch replied.
John was pacing like a caged lion, caressing his chin.
"John, you must let her go free to live her life, you can't lock herself because you are scared to lose her. The threats are known and eliminated for the moment, I agree with that. She has the financial resources to hire a bodyguard or more if necessary; if she is threatened one more time, the Machine will alert us."
"I will be late tomorrow morning, I will give her a ride home." John sighed sadly.
"John, trust me, she is safe and she needs to recover her freedom. She loves you and she admires you. We are going on keep a close watch on her." Finch handed a tracking device to John.
"Finch, I have to go, goodnight." John said.
"Goodnight, John."
John arrived at his place at 01:00 am. He was tired. His body ached. A node stuck his throat. Angst and fear of losing Lisa were eating him alive. He had to collect himself before opening his door. Beads of sweat dripped on his forehead. He opened his door and entered silently, closing and locking the door. He put his gun on the table, he took off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack. He undressed in the bathroom and showered a long time. He dried with a large towel then he turned off the lights and entered the bedroom. He laid on his back in the bed under the comforter. Lisa was sprawled on her stomach, her head face to him on the pillow, some strands of her hair on her face. John turned on his side and looked at her, without a move. His eyes burned with unshed tears that he held back. He heard her steady breath, he saw her fingers fisting the pillow. He smiled with tenderness and drank all the lines of her face and frame he saw out of the comforter. He had never enough of her and he wondered how his life would be when she will live outside, far from him.
Soon, his eyes closed and sleep took him.
In the middle of the night, agitation woke him. Lisa was sobbing in her sleep and she was calling his name. John switched on the night-light and took Lisa in his arms. That was it. The new nightmares that were going to eat her nights, the shades, the sobs, the trembles.
"Sshh.. I'm here, my love, wake up, baby." He murmured, pushing her on her side, holding her tightly against him, freeing her face of her hair.
"John, John, you here." Lisa said, emerging from her sleep.
"I'm here, sweety, stop crying, nobody will hurt you." He whispered, kissing her forehead and caressing her back.
"I dreamt that you were gone..I lost you.." She breathed in his ear.
She rolled her arms around his neck and she kissed him on his mouth with such softness and love that he felt a pang of emotion in his chest. It hurt him like a bullet in his mass. He kissed her back softly and lovingly. Lisa deepened the kiss and their tongues initiated a dance that earned moans from each other, that raced their heart and agitated their bodies.
"John, John, come inside me now, I want to feel you, make love to me." She begged him.
John was as hard as iron when he entered her. He slid slowly into her tight, wet inside till the hilt. She was impatient and she twisted under him to heighten his pleasure. If she continued like that, this wouldn't last long. He calmed her.
"Lisa, stop twisting like that, otherwise this is going to end before it starts." He warned and smiled at her.
He thrust slowly into her, again and again, kissing everywhere on her face, her neck, her shoulders. She was moaning and gasping, caressing his body everywhere. He slipped off of her to mouth her breasts and to nibble her nipples. She did the same to him, caring to not hurt his bruised ribs. He entered her again, sliding in and out, restlessly, always at a slow pace.
"John, my love, I'm not a China China." She murmured, cupping his cheeks in her hands and giving him a burning kiss.
She wanted harder, faster, deeper, so he was going to love her as she wished to be, and he liked it too. He fastened the rhythm, thrusting harder and deeper, his strokes became strong, full of energy. They both felt alive, the flames of their passion consumed their bodies and their brains, their skin was hot and sweating. When the heat of their birthing orgasms burned in their belly, they gripped each other more tightly and they kissed desperately. Their orgasms exploded together, she cried loudly his name when her walls clenched around his cock while he gave her his semen sighing her name in her mouth.
"Lisa, my baby." John panted.
They landed slowly on Earth, murmuring love words. She circled her arms around his head and caressed his lips with her thumb. John mouthed her thumb and sucked it gently.
"You can go home tomorrow, Lisa. Your life is no more in danger." John said.
"Is it true? Oh, my God, I can't believe that." She sat on the bed and she smiled wide at him. She was really happy. She looked up at him and laid down on his side, taking him in a tender embrace.
"Come with me John, I can't live without you."
"We have both our work. We will see as much as possible, honey." John replied, hitching a strand of hair behind her ear.
They made love till the dawn and they drifted into sleep, exhausted and sated.
In the morning, after breakfast, Lisa packed her things into her suitcases. She was in a mixed mood, content to recover a normal life and sad to live apart John. They came out of the loft and forwarded to the underground parking lot. John put the suitcases in the trunk of his car and he opened the passenger door to Lisa. She sat in the passenger seat and he shut the door. He sat in the driver seat and started the car, he came out of the parking and melted into the city traffic. Lisa admired his stoic profile and his attentive look to the road. She put her hand on his thigh, he covered her hand with his and he intertwined their fingers.
A stress contristed her throat and her lips trembled in pain, she could neither steadily breathe nor swallow. A heavy pain birthed between her breasts and circled her chest and her back, tightening her like in an iron belt, that made her moan and grip hard John's hand. John turned a concerned look at her and demanded:
"Lisa, are you okay?" He immediately parked the car.
"Lisa, what does happen to you?" John asked, cupping her face in his hands.
"Nothing bad, it's a stress in my chest, this will not last. It's hurt but it's not bad." She repeated, showing him the painful point, closing her eyes and breathing lightly through her parted lips. She was overwhelming by the fear to lose him, to live apart from him.
John unbuttoned her blouse and massaged her breastbone during long minutes till the pain faded and stopped. He buttoned her blouse and softly kissed her on her mouth.
"I'm here, my love, always for you, you are my everything, you know." He started the car and pulled again into the traffic. He drove to the Riviere home, Lisa aunt's home in Manhattan Center. They arrived in front of the building, John parked the car in the street and held Lisa in his arms.
"It'll be alright, don't worry. Let go." John consoled her.
John took the suitcases in the trunk and followed Lisa in the hall of the building of five floors. The elevator lifted them up to the fifth floor. Lisa unlocked the door and entered. She closed the door after John came on in. She looked around over the precious furniture and put her bag on a chair. She approached the windows and opened one widely to let the fresh air in the room. John stood behind her, he rolled his arms around her shoulders and put his chin on the top of her head.
"How do you feel to come back home, sweetheart?" He asked softly.
"It's not my home, my home is your loft." She kissed the back of his hand.
"You come when you wish." John replied, sliding a key in her hand.
"Thank you, John. I don't have a spare key, I will do it one, soon."
"It's not a problem." He chuckled.
"This is a nice place but I'm going to change a lot of things to make it according to my style."
"Lisa, take this with you, always." John took a gun in his pocket with ammunition and put it on the table.
"Okay." She said, thinking that she needed one to play his guardian angel.
They kissed passionately. John broke the kiss and tapped his earpiece, always holding Lisa tightly in his arms.
"Good morning, Finch."
"Good morning, Mr. Reese. We have a new number. I send you the information on your phone."
"I'm on my way." John closed the call and kissed Lisa on her forehead.
"Go and save the world, my love." She murmured proudly but brokenhearted. He turned and left the room.
T hanks for reading, reviews are greatly appreciated. Lisa begins a new life and John goes on his duty, saving the world. Their feelings have grown quickly and strong despite his line of work and his fears of losing people he cares about. Each one has a direction to follow, each one is scared to lose the other.