CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE (THE PLOT THICKENS....)
Weena was pissed.
Jim Brass was well versed in 'Pissy Females 101' and this woman was exhibiting all the classic symptoms of that breed.
She had not liked the 'tone' he had used with her and while Jim understood and could sympathize, he also knew, Weena could be stubborn and prideful.
Sometimes, the only way around that idiosyncracy was to get her attention and more importantly, hold it for any amount of time.
So, he sat..looking at the top of the Dominos pizza box, discarded from two days ago on the top of his coffee table, trying to come up with a suitable apology that would allow him retain a measure of his own dignity.
"Ok." He started without preamble, spreading his hands a little, then linking his fingers back together. He had taken the chair opposite the couch, leaning forward, his forearms braced on the tops of his thighs. "Let's start at the top." He lifted a determined stare, asking the question uppermost in his mind. "Why didn't you get word to me? You knew how to contact me, Weena." He tried not to make it sound accusatory. "I had no way of contacting you..This is kinda important, right? I mean..come ON!"
Well that wasn't the way to go.
The woman withdrew further into herself, uncommunicative, her body language saying all sorts of unpleasant things to Jim Brass.
"I did try." He told the truth. "I did! I tried every source available to me." He watched for signs of weakening, finding none in the set little features. "..And then, as time..passed. And..well, I assumed you had moved on with your life and that all was going well."
Weena sat, looking at the top of the Dominos pizza box, her mind working feverishly. She could not tell him the truth. It was something that had been discussed in length with her Father.
Others of her kind were now here. On this planet. Many having chosen to leave their world for a more promising one.
To say the truth could possibly endanger them. She remembered well the story that all had agreed upon. Normally, Weena did not lie to Jim Brass. It just did not set well with the woman, but she took perverse pleasure in doing so now.
She was angry and hurt and..reeling from his supposed rejection of her child..his child! She had never expected anything like that to occur...not in a million years.
"I am well able to..support the child. I do not require assistance. I told you for the simple fact..it is the right thing to do." She began slowly, feeling her way. She still refused to meet the man's eyes, as yet. "What you chose to do with the information now..is your own affair."
"That's hardly the damned point." He bristled, not only at the words, but the coldness behind her 'tone'.
"It was morally incorrect to withhold such a thing." She turned cool eyes his way. "I will..of course, take a paternity test if you so desire to confirm that you are, indeed.."
"I never said I didn't believe you, damn it!" He stood, too pissed to sit any longer. He looked down to the large brown eyes. "I thought you had found someone. Which is how it should be, Weena." He ran his hand over the back of his neck, totally exasperated. "You know I always had issues with the age thing between us. I just assumed you had found a guy closer to your own age. I mean..." He motioned. "When I saw..." His eyes lingered on the small swell of her stomach. "...I didn't connect it with..what had happened between us right away..that's all."
"I see."
"Don't use that fucking 'patient' tone with me!" Jim warned. "I knew what might happen riding bare back. I didn't give a shit then and I don't give a shit now! I had fully planned to take responsibility if anything happened because of my actions."
She..stood. "...a noble outlook." She didn't seem particularly impressed however. "..Well..it has come to pass. That is all I wished to convey. Have I answered your questions?"
"You can be a real bitch when you want, can't you and NO..you haven't answered half of them!"
"I am fatigued!" She snapped right back, stepping, facing him toe to toe. "I wish to go home! I wish to go home...NOW!"
Jim..relaxed a bit, standing down. So..under that quiet little exterior was a nice 'Irish' temper, he suddenly realized. But he also realized..that the woman was more affected than she had let on. Otherwise, she would not be such a shithead.
"You cannot detain me! I have committed no crime!" She informed him readily.
That phrase, he was familiar with. He had any number of comebacks for that one. He refrained from using any of them in this instance....just.
"..No. I can't." He agreed quietly. "I just hoped, maybe we could talk this out like adults."
The logic seemed take the wind from her sails, her manner and expression altering somewhat as she..processed.
"..What more needs to be said?" She was genuinely confused.
"A hundred things!" He motioned curtly with his hand. "Where have you been these past seven months? What have you been doing? Why did you drop out of the program..hell...DID you drop out? Do they even know you are here? My mind boggles with all the things that 'need be said,' woman!"
"You keep referring to.. 'The Program'...I am not familiar with that term..explain!"
"The Witness Relocation 'PROGRAM'" the man 'quoted' with his fingers. "What other program could I possibly mean, Weena???"
"..Oh." She..settled, reseating herself. "Of course." She muttered.
"I know that Gibalti has been ousted by another faction but..we don't know for sure if they whacked him..he could still be out there somewhere." He continued. "Not that you present any real threat if he stays underground, and if he's dead.." He shrugged. "But, I'm not sure we should take such a chance, even so."
She looked up at the man, her brow furrowed deeply.
"He's a crafty old bastard. If he thinks he can get back in power.."
"I do not fear him." She told the truth. "He will not be allowed to harm me again. He will be..watched. If he is, indeed..still alive...we will locate him."
"Oh yeah? And who is this 'we'...you join the CIA or something? Please..enlighten me."
"He will not be allowed to harm me. Not ag.." She halted abruptly. The man was not privy to that fact. "I..feel confident of these facts. So, please..do not concern yourself."
"Oh..well, ok then." He shrugged amiably. "As long as it's all settled."
She frowned over at him. "Are you being..purposely obtuse?"
"I believe so, yes." He confirmed.
She..stiffened.
The man..felt shitty suddenly. "...Look..Weena. This isn't like us." He appealed to her natural kindness. "Baby...I hate this shit! I want to stop it now..ok? Let's don't do this!"
She sensed his sincerity, running a hand through the long fluff of her hair, tossing it back over her shoulder absently. "...You have as much as admitted, you have...coupled with other females in my absence. I have not wished any other male. How am I supposed to react? I am...not happy with this news!" She was more than adamant
She begin to pace, seemingly not realizing what she had admitted.
"I had hoped that you...would feel what it is I am feeling...did feel!" She corrected angrily, catching her 'slip'. "I was rather..looking forward to..." She halted. "Then you suggest that I have been unfaithful..and to my face!" She accused.
Brass shook his head, trying to get a word in edgewise...
"How would you have me react?" She..vented. "Your emotions do not match or equal my own. That is not a good thing! I have every right to be..upset..which I am!"
"Unfaithful?" He repeated, the concept rather..a nice one, suddenly.
"To my face, yet!" Weena gasped her shock, having been reminded of his..behavior yet again. "How rude can you be?"
"You..thought of us...like that, Weena?"
"What?" She demanded, her back starting to hurt from all the pacing and standing. "And now, you are not even doing me the courtesy of listening to my words??"
"No..I heard you." He quietened her hastily. "..I..heard just fine, baby."
"Do not refer to me as...that!" She disdained. "It is a term of endearment to which you have no right to...make use when in reference to ME!"
"Is your back hurting?"
"Yes it is..and what the hell do you care?" She was being unreasonable she knew..but, could not..at this stage..stop her words or emotions.
"Sit down..I'll massage it for you."
"You most certainly will NOT!" She seemed pretty sure of that fact. "I do not wish you to touch me..not ever again! You have done enough damage!"
"Heat packs?" He held his smile, his mood having changed a goodly while back...maybe it was the..'feel what I am feeling' remark...he wasn't sure. Or maybe it was her out and out..jealously.
"NO!" She yelled at the man. "Put heat packs on whomever it was that you took to your bed in my absence! Perhaps she will appreciate your good intentions. I certainly do not! And for your information...for future reference..there are methods one may use to prevent unwanted pregnancies..perhaps you should check into a few!"
"But.." He lifted innocent brows. "I kinda like..bare back."
"You are...irresponsible and ...and..." She sought a word bad enough for what he 'was'... "Stupid!.." She had hit upon it. "Stupid!..Stupid! STUPID! And I no longer like you..not even a little bit!"
"Ohh..I think you like me...a little." He ..disagreed, pursing his lips thoughtfully.
"I most CERTAINLY DO NOT!" She pushed against his chest angrily but, she did not even budge the man, who stood, feet planted firmly apart, hands in the slacks he wore..watching her intently. "I HATE stupid people!"
"Yeah?" He..challenged with his expression and manner, his tone quiet and inoffensive however.
"YES!"
"Well..." He mused. "Let's..see..ya wanna?" His reflexes were sharpened by today's activities, his hand snaking out, securing her waist, his free hand, filtering into the tangled tresses of her dark hair. He tugged her off-balance, ignoring the colorful metaphor she exclaimed..finding her mouth..his own descending confidently.
Weena felt the warm pressure of his lips, the strength of his embrace surrounding her body..the hard muscles of his torso curved to her form. She..stopped her struggles slowly...allowing the incredible emotions to sink into her psyche.
She remembered this...this was..familiar and..wonderful.
She allowed the man to guide her. The strength of his arms had lessened and now cradled her securely, his mouth was eager and bold on her's. Taking her breath away with such..expertise. She moaned her confusion, her fists clenching into tight knots of..frustration.
So long she had dreamed of this moment. Of being in his arms once again. Of his lips kissing her..but, this...was no dream.
This was reality and..she had forgotten how potent this man could be when he wished.
She tried to remember her anger of seconds before but...she simply did not feel that particular emotion any longer. She had attempted to put up a front a few times but...he saw through it and..just kissed her more passionately and held her more tightly.
And she found herself wet and aching and...wanting something only he could give. Her cheeks flamed but..she opened her eyes when, at last..he allowed her a slight reprieve...and allowed HIM..to see her need.
The hardness between them..the definite bulge pressing against the side of her stomach..for he had turned, to better fit between her legs in her current condition..grew stiff and unyielding.
His look stripped her of any supposed act of defiance or pride...she lifted her arms about his neckline, seeking his mouth, her hunger transmitted to the man.
"Yeah.." He whispered his urgency, his senses on fire..having her in his arms again..knowing she wanted to be there. He was rigid for her. Already hurting in the best possible way imaginable. "Me too..baby!"
"Now.." She pleaded..her tongue melting to his puriently. "Do it...now." She was breathless with anticipation. She ached for him. It hurt! She wanted him to make it stop.
"The bed.."
"NO!" She caught his bottom lip between her white teeth, nipping lovingly. The man grunted his involvement, allowing her anything and everything she could think to do to his body.
"No...just..no, not..there." She had to make him understand. "Here!"
The man traced his index finger down her cheek, leaning down just a tad, making eye contact. "I want this, sweetheart..I do." He made sure he had her undivided attention. "You know what I'm saying here..right?" His free hand swept back her hair from her shoulder, his eyes holding her's hypnotically. She nodded, her gaze soft and gentle for him and him alone.
He kissed her gently, but that didn't last long, stronger emotions taking precedence. He broke the contact to whisper his request. "Baby...I..don't want it like this..."
He thought, maybe the first time back together should be romantic and perfect and..not rushed or...
"Love me." She pleaded, the brown eyes tearing his heart out of his chest. "Just...love ..me." He tugged her mouth roughly back under his influence, parting her lips enthusiastically. She responded in kind, her hand reaching between their bodies, caressing his arousal intimately. His stiffness strained against the material of his boxers, imprinting his slacks.
Jim needed no other invitation...he turned her about, his hands unzipping her jeans, his mouth sucking greedily on the fragrance of her nape, marking her skin. He pushed the material out of his way, having taken the thonged panties with it.. "Spread." He gently kicked her legs wider, leaning, forcing her to lean forward over the back of the divan.
He ran his hand up and under her top, his hand molding to her right breast...he grasp the plumb fullness lovingly, his fingers pulling the bra cup down, that he could play with her nipple to his heart's content.
She moaned helplessly, lost in all he was forcing her to experience, her fingers intertwining with his to encourage such activities. A low, guttural sound escaped his throat, for he had liked that very much, rewarding the woman with a gentle tweak of her nipple between capable fingers.
Weena offered a kitten like sound of pain, which Brass quickly soothed away with a caressing massage of the taunt little peak.
He squeezed and fondled her breast, constantly giving attention to her straining nipple. He wanted desperately to taste it. "You got the best damned tits in the entire Galaxy, baby!" He meant the praise.
Usually, Jim Brass never allowed his 'street' upbringing to color his romantic endevors. The man never used slang for a woman's body parts..never! With this woman..he felt he could be himself..she stripped him of the need to..impress. To perform. With her..he could just be..Jim Brass.
He glanced at his handiwork, his free hand running the curve of her ass, he bent slightly, looking at her nakedness. He ran his middle finger into the hot, steamy cavern..thrusting gently, making her wetter for his entry. "I missed this little pussie...."
He hastily extracted his cock, easing it into her heat...he gasped his pleasure, groaning loudly. Continuing to venture into the tight hole determinedly. He could feel her contract and convulse around his shaft. "Ohh, shit!" The man grunted happily. "That feels so..nice baby...god..I've missed your cunt soooo much!" He grimaced, reminded of all the lonely, empty nights without her. "As God is my witness, I have!"
"Yesss!" She whimpered contentedly. "D-Don't stop...keep..doing that!" She reached about, her fingers cupping the back of his head. She turned, seeking his mouth, leaning back against his chest. Holding his head from movement as her tongue slipped in and out of his mouth to the same rhythm he used in his love making movements.
Adrenalin shot through the man's system for such antics and he groaned weakly, enjoying the woman's boldness, responding to it unreservedly.
He moved forward, increasing the tempo of his thrusts...he moved her petite body with each stab of his rod. He held her hips, watching their love making when he could tear himself away from pleasing her manually. His finger rubbed the sensitive little clit in time to his thrusts.
She was purring for him, matching his movements expertly now, her mouth driving him to distraction. Her breath against his cheek was shallow..thready. Her fingers caught at his ear, then entangled with the short hair at the side of his head. "Y-You are...making it.." She did not know the correct word he used. "I.." She squirmed, as if trying to feel more of his particular brand of pain.
"Am I?" He had caught her meaning, easing slowly upward, taking his time..enjoying the euphoric sensation of entering her again and again. "Show me..." He enticed her, his tone low..soothing to her frayed nerves. "Are you ready, sweetheart?" He prayed she was because, he could hold out no longer, feeling the tension inside his body building to implosion intensity.
Brass spread the pink lips of her vulva, ever so lightly, massaging her clit in tiny circular motions. He felt the woman's body tense, hearing her sharp intake of breath, knowing it was beginning for her. He felt a strong contraction on the head of his dick, and the slender fingers gripped his neckline for dear life, the other hand clasped around his watch band unable to circle the circumference of his wrist.
Weena leaned her entire weight on the man, gasping inarticulately, her head lain back on his shoulder for support. A long, drawn out breathless sigh of excitement escaped her throat.
Brass' arm encircled her waist, holding her easily for his last few pushes...he closed his eyes, relishing the emotional heights to which he was ascending. He controlled the level of tension invading his body, by taking slow, deep breaths when he felt the stirring in his loins..her perfume surrounded him, aiding in the sensual experience.
Usually, he was at the mercy of his body's dictates in such matters...but, he had carefully built the sexual strain between the woman and himself. Taking his time..stopping the elevation when it got too much out of hand. So now...he could fully enjoy..savor...his completion.
His mouth was open, his tongue languidly tasting the flesh of her nape.. His body tensed, his arms tightening systematically about her small frame as the moment swept him away. He bit gently into the scented skin, groaning loudly as the white hot intensity settled upon his mind.
It came in the guise of brilliant colors behind his closed eyes..a fluid movement inside his limbs that turned his nervous system to jell-O. An intensity of pleasure which stripped eons of civilization from his mind, returning him to primal times. Brass reveled in the rapturous depths afforded him by this woman's body. He rode the crest of a fast moving wave, drowning in it's ecstacy.
And then ...it was over, his dick easing from her body of it's own accord. He felt sated and ..physically tired. Emotionally satisfied but he had used muscles he had not used in some time. Already the strain was upon his body. He eased Weena upright, taking some of the stress off his legs. He kissed her tenderly, turning her to face him once again
His body reacted to her's pressed intimately against it, vestiges of their love making still strong in his mind. Weena withdrew slightly at the feel.
He bent his head, smiling at her sudden shyness, his eyes watching her carefully for some sigh of ..displeasure. He found none.
He absently put his shaft away, his real attention on other more interesting things. He shoved his shirt tail back into the band of his trousers, situating it, zipped up, then..gave all his attention back to the woman.
She held to his wrist, for his hand was constantly cupping her face..brushing her hair back..his thumb running the flush of her cheek. "Let's get you put to rights..." He smiled at her, kneeling before her, working her jeans back up the lovely legs. He leaned, kissing her tummy in open affection then..backed away, amazed.
"Wow! What was that?" He grinned up at her. "We got a little goalie in there?" He had felt the baby kicking, squirming about fretfully. "That kid has some power behind him...it is a 'him'..right?"
He lifted hopeful eyes.
"I do not know..is it important?"
"No, honey." He shook his head, his hand spanning the swell of her stomach, gently probing..feeling..exploring. He was fascinated by the fact...there was a life inside her..and it was an extension of..himself. "I can't believe...I did this." He grinned at the thought. "That's really mine, huh."
"It is your's, James." She confirmed, her fingers intertwining with his. "You are tickling me.." She had stopped his exploration. He arose, grinning at her. "...I truly do not wish for you to think of it as a burden. I never meant that..it should be taken in such a fashion."
"It's no burden, baby...I was jealous as hell, thinking you had..let another bastard at you." He could articulate his emotions now. "I just was too damned proud to...say it."
"But I did not." She reminded. "James?" She moved closer, reaching to touch his face, her fingers tracing the lines, as her eyes followed the trek. "Why do you need these other females? If you teach me..I can fulfill your needs. I promise this."
"There is no other..." He halted. His expression altered as he..remembered. "Baby..that's not an issue." He stated. "You are carrying my kid..that means..everything to me...everything." He tried to explain his thoughts on the matter. "With Ellie...she was never mine..not really. Oh, I loved her. I still love her. I swear to God, but...knowing this one is..." He hung his head, ashamed of himself suddenly. "Shit, that sounded so..narcissistic, didn't it."
"James..are you not allowed mistakes? Are you not allowed to feel..human things?"
She seemed puzzled almost. "I do not understand why you judge yourself so harshly yet allow others make mistakes that are..horrendous in nature."
Weena sighed. "It is not my place to question you." She smiled for him. "I am so pleased that you do not resent this child..or me."
"Damn, Weena..are you crazy? I could never feel that..ever!" He sit her down on the couch. "Are you hearing what I'm saying?"
She nodded, her smile brightening the room. "Must I leave you this night? Will you send me away now?"
"..Baby..don't do that." He felt shitty. "I want you here..I never want you to leave..I never wanted you to go. You had to know that."
"I did not..but." She leaned, her mouth grazing his, the kiss filled with promise of intimacy if he wished it. "I do...now."
"I almost went crazy when you left." He kissed her fingers, when she had touched his cheek, her eyes troubled for him. "I thought I'd never get right again."
"I felt that." She scooted closer in her need to make him believe her. "I...everything felt...wrong. Incomplete. I hated it."
"My damned world started to spin again tonight..out on that fucking porch..when I realized..you were here.." He swallowed the lump in his throat falling silent for a time. "...It was like..like you never left."
"I would have come sooner..." She could not tell him the reason. "I...wanted to come. Desperately. You must believe that."
"It doesn't matter." He welcomed her into his embrace. She snuggled into him, sighing happily. "You're here now." The man closed his eyes, swallowing his tears. He did not want to lose it in front of this woman.
"Do not send me away from you again, James Brass...because this time..I will not go." She vowed. "So..be very certain what you say..I will believe every word." She looked deeply into his eyes. "And...I will hold you to them...be forewarned."
He smiled at such an ominous warning. "If things come to blows? I think I can take you." He teased to lighten the mood..and a heaviness had lifted from his own heart, so...he wanted to share it with everyone..especially..this woman.
"...Take me...." She moved...closer, stretching out against his half reclined form. "What a pleasant ring to that statement."
"Well, if things are going to get rough..I better get out of this garb." He motioned to his duty belt. "It's a wonder I didn't shoot myself in the foot during that little..session before."
"There is something decidedly..virile about a male that wears a weapon when he..makes love."
"You require two?..thought my main 'weapon' satisfied you." He scowled slightly. "Not gonna happen..so, live with it. I don't like to share."
She unbuttoned the last two buttons on his shirt top..glancing down into the opened fabric. "I like the scent of you." She breathed in, closing her eyes. "And..this." She fingered the grey/black tuft of his chest hair, her eyes alive with desire. "I like this..very much."
"Let me up so I can do it right this time.." He lay back, not really wanting to end the session at all. "I'm much better when I'm...prepared."
"You did it right ...last time." She eased her leg between his thighs.
Jim Brass felt himself rapidly losing ground. His dick was already hard and..throbbing nicely.
"We can take a bath...or a shower." He suggested, shrugging aimlessly. "Shoot some pool maybe..have a bowl of cereal."
"Or.." She grasped his cheek, squeezing...her mouth placed upon his opened one. She kissed him luxuriously. "You could...fuck me on the kitchen table."
"Yeah, I could do that." He inclined his head thoughtfully. "After about ten hours of sleep...did you forget you're dealing with an old guy? I've been going now for..." He tried to calculate the hours. "Well...a while. You trying to kill me?"
She..stopped her antics, looking at him..really...looking at him.
"And I can't believe I just said what I said..." He jostled her in his need to arise. "Where's that fucking kitchen tabl..."
"I too..am in need of rest." She lied. The woman snuggled into his neckline. "Very well..we sleep first." She decided, kissing his chin lightly. "Then we...play some pool."
"Umhummm." Brass settled down into the deep plush of his leather couch. "That's right up there on my 'to do' list. Pool is good....kitchen table? Better."
She giggled. "I am cold."
"Of course you are." He sighed, reaching for the throw on the back of the couch, covering her, tucking the soft material around her body.
"Better?"
"Get the light." She held her grin.
"What?" He growled, struggling up. "Do I have 'sucker' written on my forehead?"
She held him at bay, kissing his forehead affectionately, giggling again. "You have..'magnificent lover' written there."
"That's right.." He approved. "So..a little respect if you don't mind?"
She scampered across the room to flick the light switch. The darkness softened the area. Jim welcomed her back into his embrace with a thump on the side of her head.
"Ouch!" She rubbed the spot gingerly then..settled back into her previous position. Her scowl was replaced by a 'happy' smile soon enough though. She sighed, closing her eyes.
The room fell quiet. Brass kissed the woman goodnight making certain that is all he did.
"Go to sleep." He had knocked her hand away from his groin area.
"I am going to sleep...I need a security blanket." She advised.
"You need a good swift kick..." He stated his believe. "And I'm just the guy that can set you straight..unless of course..you don't want to be set straight, in which case...I just leave you be until you say otherwise."
She laughed at his wit. "Go to sleep."
"Why didn't I think of that." He ..yawned, stifling it with his free hand. His other was trapped beneath her body. He didn't mind at all.
The quiet returned. Jim closed his eyes. He thought of Haley Meadows. Guilt washed over him for a second. But..the warmth of Weena's body felt so good against his. And he was so tired. So very tired...
The woman's breathing lapsed into a gentle rhythm.
He kissed the top of her hair..and..that was the last thing he remembered until he awoke the next morning.
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