Jhondie
We got started by going to this little rat hole that called itself a motel and made some plans and then let Justin get some sleep. He looked totally exhausted. He didn't want to show it, but I knew that he usually did well on about five hours a night, and he hadn't been getting even that the last few days. I was still angry that we were here at all, and this was just case in point. He shouldn't be putting himself in this situation. He wasn't equipped for it. It was too dangerous, and he was just exposing himself for nothing. Damn, I did sound like Zack.
The first thing that Justin did was to leave Steiner a voice mail from a payphone near the airport and later an e-mail message with the same note. Despite what it looked like, he was fine. Suspend all negotiations, and tell nobody anything, and that included Justin's dad. Tell MedGen nothing. Reply via e-mail to indicate that he got the message and was clear. Justin would be getting back with him later. The messages were short and to the point, but they verified that Justin was alive and well, and that MedGen had no claims to anything.
"What gets me is why would they stoop to murder if they had four more years to regain economic stability," I said after Justin sent the messages. He had filled me in on what he had researched, and we were debating the next move. I was perched on the windowsill watching him pace the tiny room. I was keeping an eye on the outside despite the musty smell of the curtains.
Justin sat down on the bed. "Something happened with BioTech," he said. "From what I read, those people are absolute barracudas." He blew out a breath, and looked at me. I could almost see a light bulb lighting up over his head. "What if they found a way out of the contract? Some kind of loophole that would let Uncle Justin out early. They found it, presented it to him, and then he goes to MedGen to let them make a counter-offer."
"But MedGen doesn't have the cash to make a counter," I said, seeing where he was going on this. "What they have is a contract that says if the owner dies, they get the patents."
"So if the person they think owns them dies before that loophole is used, then they still win. As a matter of fact, they win even better because then the patents are theirs forever," he finished, his eyes bright and mouth tight with anger. He punched the pillow beside him. "And they think they're going to get away with this," he snarled. "This lawsuit is just a red herring so I wouldn't think they would kill me for them."
I got up and sat down beside him. I knew how he felt. I went rather psychotic for a while when my father was murdered. I couldn't have just walked away from that. I wanted blood, and if it weren't for Justin to keep me balanced, then I would have gone way over the edge. How could I expect him to feel any less? He helped me then, and I was going to back him now. I took his hand.
"They can't get to you now," I said softly. "They might think they can, but they've never had to deal with anything like me before. We know what's going on. All we have to do is prove it, and let them spend the rest of their lives in prison."
He shook his head and then lay back on the bed. "Just have to prove it," he said bitterly, crossing his arms. "Sure. People like this own cops and judges. They buy juries. The only way to get enough proof in so that someone has to take notice is to tell where the information came from. No problem right? I'll just let them know that Eye's Only gave me enough information to let me and my girlfriend break into these places and get evidence to show they are killers. Why my girlfriend too? Oh, didn't I mention she's a fugitive from a genetic engineering project?"
I wanted to hit him. I really did. The amount of self-control I used right then was quite impressive. Instead I leaned over him. He was still staring at one of the many black spots on the ceiling, and wouldn't look at me. "Justin, honey," I said sweetly. "Did you get a rule book that says only bad rich guys can play dirty, or can good rich guys get nasty too?"
He blinked and then looked at me with vague interest that translated to "what the hell are you talking about". "See, the way I see the headlines," I continued, "it's more like Company VIPs Indicted for Murder of Millionaire's Uncle. If they can buy judges, then so can you now. And I'm willing to bet that they would much rather be bought by an upstanding young man on the rise rather than some murderers on their way out."
"That's not the way I want to do things," he replied. "I don't want to be what I'm fighting against. The last thing I want to be is a hypocrite."
"Listen," I said, not believing that I was trying to talk him into this. In this mood he would be easy to get back to LA. But something said that if we didn't do this, he would never forgive himself. "It's a risk you might have to chance taking. But you're not going to know unless you try."
"What about you?"
"What about me," I replied cheerfully. He hadn't noticed at all. How cute. My sector pass had gotten tucked into my shirt and I pulled it out. "According to the world, Jhondie Katherine Harris is safe and snug in LA. You're the brilliant young journalist with hot connections. And trust me, I can avoid being seen or heard. The only other people that know I'm here is my mother and sister. Kay is too dense lately to realize what's going on, and worst-case scenario, your dad is going to have to know why I was the best person to be here. I'd rather that not happen, but if it has to, then it has to."
He examined the name on the pass and then smiled a little. "No wonder he didn't say anything when I told him not to tell you that I was in a little trouble. He had already set things up for you to be here." He shook his head, still smiling. "Did he get the initials?"
I shrugged. "Probably. I bet he knows us well enough to know that he did not want to be in the middle of that domestic situation."
"I don't blame him in the slightest," Justin replied, and then yawned.
"Why don't you get some sleep," I suggested gently.
"Too much to do to sleep," he replied. Now that the anger and adrenaline that was keeping him going was fading, he was obviously too tired to do much of anything.
"Actually, I think we're going to have to wait for nightfall anyways," I said. One dark eyebrow rose in question. "MedGen isn't going to have papers around admitting that they killed your uncle. But I'm willing to bet that BioTech is going to have information about the contract and what they offered. They probably already have papers drawn up to negotiate with you as well. I'm thinking a little snooping around after dark is in order. And you're not going to be a help if you're half asleep."
"Don't let me sleep long," he said softly, his eyes closing. It wasn't unusual for him to take a nap in the afternoon if we were going to have a late night. Well, late for him anyways. It was hard on him at first to admit that he couldn't keep the hours that I do, but then he finally accepted it and wasn't embarrassed by the fact he needed the sleep that I didn't.
I touched his lips with mine, trailing a finger across the stubble on his cheek. "I won't leave without you," I promised. That was one that I couldn't break even if I wanted to. Justin was there to find out who killed his uncle. I was there to make sure he was kept safe. I wasn't worried about anything happening to him though once I thought about it. Anyone coming after him was going to have to go through me first, and I was a hell of a lot harder to kill than anything else they had ever encountered. But he was already asleep.
Important thing to know about Seattle. Even at fleabag motels pizza is deliverable. I hadn't thought about food since the moment I hung up the phone in LA, and now, I was starving. They took cash and a fake name for it to be delivered to and all was well. It was still even hot. This was pleasing to me. Even more pleasing was this laptop Justin picked up. Sweet deal. Cellular modems were officially the way to go now. His bill was going to be astronomical, but he didn't have to worry about that now.
I spent plenty of time doing my homework on BioTech and learning as much as I could about their Seattle office. Their research division was in Iowa, but they had a sales and administrative office here in Seattle. From what I gathered, their fearless leader was still here in Seattle. He was going after MedGen personally. Four years before, BioTech had been interested in them, but they blew off that attempt easily. Now they were in a bad situation, and the sharks were circling. They had no idea how bad of a situation they were in with me and Justin going for blood now.
There were a lot of people out on the streets, but that wasn't exactly a comfort to me. The best assassins hid in plain sight. Nobody was hanging around though, or coming back around in a pattern. Groups were coming and going, but it was all different people. Maybe Justin had really lost them for a while, and they were still trolling. They probably assumed he took off to LA. They might be watching at the airport to see if he came in on a flight. Maybe it was a good thing we didn't go back. Doing the obvious was not always the brightest idea.
While I was working, Steiner e-mailed Justin back and told him that he knew there was some incident at the hotel last night, and he was glad to hear that Justin was okay. MedGen was suspicious on why he suspended the out of court settlement all of a sudden, but he could handle them. He wanted to know if Justin was going to make the scheduled meetings that day. I didn't think Justin would mind terribly when I sent back a reply stating that the meetings were to be cancelled until further notice. There were other things that needed to be worried about first. I went back to my research, gathering all the information I could get to get us into that office tonight. If MedGen was worried now, they were going to be huddled in a corner whimpering come dawn.
Justin
It was late afternoon when I finally woke up. I guess I was more tired than I had thought. Jhondie was sitting in the window again, the curtains almost completely closed. She was curled in this compact little package just watching the street. One leg was dangling, and swinging slowly back and forth. I knew it wasn't intentional, but sometimes it's so obvious she has cat genes it's not funny. I could easily see a cat curled up in a window with its tail swinging.
"Hey," I said, sitting up and stretching. As much as I hated to admit it, I needed that sleep. I was feeling much better at least. Jhondie looked over at me, her cold, serious expression melting away with a smile when she saw I was awake. She slid out of the window and came over, sitting down beside me.
"Feel better?" she asked, leaning her head on my shoulder. For all she claimed that she didn't need sleep, I knew better. Her body didn't require it, but when she was under a lot of stress, her mind did. Maybe it was simply knowing her so well, but I could tell that she was tired too and needed some time to rest before we went out that night.
"Much," I replied, wrapping my arms around her and holding her against me. I was almost expecting her to try and pull away, but instead she curled up as tight as she could against me. She didn't say anything as I stroked her hair and back and held tightly to her. I thought she might be going to sleep until I felt her start trembling in my arms.
"I was so scared," she whispered so softly I almost couldn't hear her. "I wouldn't let myself feel it or I was going to panic and go crazy, but God, Justin, I was so terrified that…that…"
She couldn't finish, and I understood. The thought of her getting hurt made my stomach turn. "I'm okay, love," I murmured into her hair. I wasn't going to tell her how close it was. For a second there, I knew I was dead. "I'm sorry you were scared. It's okay now." I tilted her chin so that she was looking up and kissed her softly.
I wasn't trying to incite something. I had just wanted to reassure her. But neither of us was letting the other go as that kiss lasted and lasted. We sank back to the bed, limbs starting to intertwine, gently caressing each other. The last time we had been this close, it was more of a frantic need for release, but this was so different, more trying to comfort each other. I had to admit, last night scared the hell out of me too.
"Need to keep watch," she protested weakly, but still let me slide her shirt over her head. My lips trailed down her neck, turning her words into a soft moan. Her protest might have been taken more seriously had she not been undoing the buttons on my shirt and running her hands under it and over my bare skin. Our lips met again, and there was no stopping now. It was more than just wanting her. I needed her.
I slipped her bra straps down her arm and then reached under her to unsnap it, exposing her to me. God, she was beautiful. Our eyes met as I caressed her breast, my thumb teasing the coral peak to hardness. "I love you," she whispered, and then pulled me back to her for another passionate kiss.
I was never sure exactly how or when we both got completely undressed. I vaguely remember a flash of white, and I assumed that was my shirt being pulled over my head, but who can really be sure. What I knew for certain was that my hands and lips were running all over her bare skin and the more she touched me, the harder it was getting to breathe. "Te amo carina," I murmured into her ear, catching the lobe in my teeth, making her gasp. Words were more of an aphrodisiac to Jhondie than anything else. "There is nothing that can take me from you. You and I were meant to be together…para siempre, mi amor."
"Oh yes, Justin," she gasped out. "Yo deseo contigo para siempre. I…ooooooh." Her words trailed off into a low moan as my fingers dipped lower, touching the most sensitive spots of her body. Her fingers tightened on my shoulder and back, head thrown back in erotic abandon.
I knew at that point that this was not going to go on much longer. Her eyes opened, and for a moment she looked feral with absolute desire. "I need you inside me now love," she gasped. Like I was going to refuse that little request.
I suppose there might be something in mortal existence that could compare to what it felt like when Jhondie and I made love, but I seriously doubted it. Granted, sometimes it was mostly physical and just having fun, but there were moments like this when it almost felt like there weren't two separate people anymore. It was beyond mere pleasure. There were no words. Maybe it had something to do with such a close brush with death mere hours before, I didn't know, and I didn't care. The only thing I cared about was what she was doing to me, and how much I wanted to return it to her.
"Justin!" she cried out suddenly, and then I felt her climaxing, her entire body contracting almost violently. There wasn't any holding back then. The world seemed to explode in a white-hot flash all around us, and then we were both collapsed back onto the bed, panting with exertion, clinging to each other.
I wasn't sure how long we lay together, our bodies completely intertwined. Okay, that wasn't planned, but I sure as hell wasn't going to complain. It was actually pretty good for clearing the head. Jhondie tucked herself against me, and was lying quietly, eyes closed, body limp. She looked so young sometimes when she was perfectly relaxed. It was hard to catch her at times like this, but worth the effort. I could watch her sleep for hours.
Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled. "What are you looking at?" she teased lightly.
The first two words that came to mind startled me. She wasn't that at all. But it wasn't hard to think of her like that. Not at all. This wasn't the time or place to even think about going there, but there was little doubt in my mind how we were going to end up.
"Just wondering when you were going to get up so we can move out," I replied lightly. She playfully punched me.
"You're the one that got started on me," she accused.
"You're the one that could have stopped me," I countered. I kissed the tip of her nose. "And I bet whoever has the room next door knows how much you didn't want me to stop." She blushed bright pink. There wasn't much I could say that would embarrass her, but reminding her about how loud she could get would do it every time. "I'd give them another thrill, but we've got work to do," I reminded her. As much as I would love to stay there with her, there was some things slightly more important right then.
"I know," she replied. She leaned up and kissed me. "You know we're going to win, don't you?" she asked. "One way or the other, they're going to get what they deserve."
No, I didn't know. I wanted to believe it, but I knew how the system worked. I wasn't ready to give up by a long shot though. Our eyes met, and I realized what she was saying. I was at a total loss for words as it sank into me. Once upon a time, she wasn't willing to kill to revenge herself. She was for me.
"They're going to get what they deserve in jail," I finally said. She gave me a half smile. The offer was still there. All I had to do was say the word. Daily and Winters would never know how much they owed to me right then. It could have all been over by the next morning. At least, that's what I thought.
"In that case, let's get started," she said, getting out of bed, and loading up some images onto the laptop. The intimate moment from before was spent, and we both started focusing on the night that was to come.
We got started by going to this little rat hole that called itself a motel and made some plans and then let Justin get some sleep. He looked totally exhausted. He didn't want to show it, but I knew that he usually did well on about five hours a night, and he hadn't been getting even that the last few days. I was still angry that we were here at all, and this was just case in point. He shouldn't be putting himself in this situation. He wasn't equipped for it. It was too dangerous, and he was just exposing himself for nothing. Damn, I did sound like Zack.
The first thing that Justin did was to leave Steiner a voice mail from a payphone near the airport and later an e-mail message with the same note. Despite what it looked like, he was fine. Suspend all negotiations, and tell nobody anything, and that included Justin's dad. Tell MedGen nothing. Reply via e-mail to indicate that he got the message and was clear. Justin would be getting back with him later. The messages were short and to the point, but they verified that Justin was alive and well, and that MedGen had no claims to anything.
"What gets me is why would they stoop to murder if they had four more years to regain economic stability," I said after Justin sent the messages. He had filled me in on what he had researched, and we were debating the next move. I was perched on the windowsill watching him pace the tiny room. I was keeping an eye on the outside despite the musty smell of the curtains.
Justin sat down on the bed. "Something happened with BioTech," he said. "From what I read, those people are absolute barracudas." He blew out a breath, and looked at me. I could almost see a light bulb lighting up over his head. "What if they found a way out of the contract? Some kind of loophole that would let Uncle Justin out early. They found it, presented it to him, and then he goes to MedGen to let them make a counter-offer."
"But MedGen doesn't have the cash to make a counter," I said, seeing where he was going on this. "What they have is a contract that says if the owner dies, they get the patents."
"So if the person they think owns them dies before that loophole is used, then they still win. As a matter of fact, they win even better because then the patents are theirs forever," he finished, his eyes bright and mouth tight with anger. He punched the pillow beside him. "And they think they're going to get away with this," he snarled. "This lawsuit is just a red herring so I wouldn't think they would kill me for them."
I got up and sat down beside him. I knew how he felt. I went rather psychotic for a while when my father was murdered. I couldn't have just walked away from that. I wanted blood, and if it weren't for Justin to keep me balanced, then I would have gone way over the edge. How could I expect him to feel any less? He helped me then, and I was going to back him now. I took his hand.
"They can't get to you now," I said softly. "They might think they can, but they've never had to deal with anything like me before. We know what's going on. All we have to do is prove it, and let them spend the rest of their lives in prison."
He shook his head and then lay back on the bed. "Just have to prove it," he said bitterly, crossing his arms. "Sure. People like this own cops and judges. They buy juries. The only way to get enough proof in so that someone has to take notice is to tell where the information came from. No problem right? I'll just let them know that Eye's Only gave me enough information to let me and my girlfriend break into these places and get evidence to show they are killers. Why my girlfriend too? Oh, didn't I mention she's a fugitive from a genetic engineering project?"
I wanted to hit him. I really did. The amount of self-control I used right then was quite impressive. Instead I leaned over him. He was still staring at one of the many black spots on the ceiling, and wouldn't look at me. "Justin, honey," I said sweetly. "Did you get a rule book that says only bad rich guys can play dirty, or can good rich guys get nasty too?"
He blinked and then looked at me with vague interest that translated to "what the hell are you talking about". "See, the way I see the headlines," I continued, "it's more like Company VIPs Indicted for Murder of Millionaire's Uncle. If they can buy judges, then so can you now. And I'm willing to bet that they would much rather be bought by an upstanding young man on the rise rather than some murderers on their way out."
"That's not the way I want to do things," he replied. "I don't want to be what I'm fighting against. The last thing I want to be is a hypocrite."
"Listen," I said, not believing that I was trying to talk him into this. In this mood he would be easy to get back to LA. But something said that if we didn't do this, he would never forgive himself. "It's a risk you might have to chance taking. But you're not going to know unless you try."
"What about you?"
"What about me," I replied cheerfully. He hadn't noticed at all. How cute. My sector pass had gotten tucked into my shirt and I pulled it out. "According to the world, Jhondie Katherine Harris is safe and snug in LA. You're the brilliant young journalist with hot connections. And trust me, I can avoid being seen or heard. The only other people that know I'm here is my mother and sister. Kay is too dense lately to realize what's going on, and worst-case scenario, your dad is going to have to know why I was the best person to be here. I'd rather that not happen, but if it has to, then it has to."
He examined the name on the pass and then smiled a little. "No wonder he didn't say anything when I told him not to tell you that I was in a little trouble. He had already set things up for you to be here." He shook his head, still smiling. "Did he get the initials?"
I shrugged. "Probably. I bet he knows us well enough to know that he did not want to be in the middle of that domestic situation."
"I don't blame him in the slightest," Justin replied, and then yawned.
"Why don't you get some sleep," I suggested gently.
"Too much to do to sleep," he replied. Now that the anger and adrenaline that was keeping him going was fading, he was obviously too tired to do much of anything.
"Actually, I think we're going to have to wait for nightfall anyways," I said. One dark eyebrow rose in question. "MedGen isn't going to have papers around admitting that they killed your uncle. But I'm willing to bet that BioTech is going to have information about the contract and what they offered. They probably already have papers drawn up to negotiate with you as well. I'm thinking a little snooping around after dark is in order. And you're not going to be a help if you're half asleep."
"Don't let me sleep long," he said softly, his eyes closing. It wasn't unusual for him to take a nap in the afternoon if we were going to have a late night. Well, late for him anyways. It was hard on him at first to admit that he couldn't keep the hours that I do, but then he finally accepted it and wasn't embarrassed by the fact he needed the sleep that I didn't.
I touched his lips with mine, trailing a finger across the stubble on his cheek. "I won't leave without you," I promised. That was one that I couldn't break even if I wanted to. Justin was there to find out who killed his uncle. I was there to make sure he was kept safe. I wasn't worried about anything happening to him though once I thought about it. Anyone coming after him was going to have to go through me first, and I was a hell of a lot harder to kill than anything else they had ever encountered. But he was already asleep.
Important thing to know about Seattle. Even at fleabag motels pizza is deliverable. I hadn't thought about food since the moment I hung up the phone in LA, and now, I was starving. They took cash and a fake name for it to be delivered to and all was well. It was still even hot. This was pleasing to me. Even more pleasing was this laptop Justin picked up. Sweet deal. Cellular modems were officially the way to go now. His bill was going to be astronomical, but he didn't have to worry about that now.
I spent plenty of time doing my homework on BioTech and learning as much as I could about their Seattle office. Their research division was in Iowa, but they had a sales and administrative office here in Seattle. From what I gathered, their fearless leader was still here in Seattle. He was going after MedGen personally. Four years before, BioTech had been interested in them, but they blew off that attempt easily. Now they were in a bad situation, and the sharks were circling. They had no idea how bad of a situation they were in with me and Justin going for blood now.
There were a lot of people out on the streets, but that wasn't exactly a comfort to me. The best assassins hid in plain sight. Nobody was hanging around though, or coming back around in a pattern. Groups were coming and going, but it was all different people. Maybe Justin had really lost them for a while, and they were still trolling. They probably assumed he took off to LA. They might be watching at the airport to see if he came in on a flight. Maybe it was a good thing we didn't go back. Doing the obvious was not always the brightest idea.
While I was working, Steiner e-mailed Justin back and told him that he knew there was some incident at the hotel last night, and he was glad to hear that Justin was okay. MedGen was suspicious on why he suspended the out of court settlement all of a sudden, but he could handle them. He wanted to know if Justin was going to make the scheduled meetings that day. I didn't think Justin would mind terribly when I sent back a reply stating that the meetings were to be cancelled until further notice. There were other things that needed to be worried about first. I went back to my research, gathering all the information I could get to get us into that office tonight. If MedGen was worried now, they were going to be huddled in a corner whimpering come dawn.
Justin
It was late afternoon when I finally woke up. I guess I was more tired than I had thought. Jhondie was sitting in the window again, the curtains almost completely closed. She was curled in this compact little package just watching the street. One leg was dangling, and swinging slowly back and forth. I knew it wasn't intentional, but sometimes it's so obvious she has cat genes it's not funny. I could easily see a cat curled up in a window with its tail swinging.
"Hey," I said, sitting up and stretching. As much as I hated to admit it, I needed that sleep. I was feeling much better at least. Jhondie looked over at me, her cold, serious expression melting away with a smile when she saw I was awake. She slid out of the window and came over, sitting down beside me.
"Feel better?" she asked, leaning her head on my shoulder. For all she claimed that she didn't need sleep, I knew better. Her body didn't require it, but when she was under a lot of stress, her mind did. Maybe it was simply knowing her so well, but I could tell that she was tired too and needed some time to rest before we went out that night.
"Much," I replied, wrapping my arms around her and holding her against me. I was almost expecting her to try and pull away, but instead she curled up as tight as she could against me. She didn't say anything as I stroked her hair and back and held tightly to her. I thought she might be going to sleep until I felt her start trembling in my arms.
"I was so scared," she whispered so softly I almost couldn't hear her. "I wouldn't let myself feel it or I was going to panic and go crazy, but God, Justin, I was so terrified that…that…"
She couldn't finish, and I understood. The thought of her getting hurt made my stomach turn. "I'm okay, love," I murmured into her hair. I wasn't going to tell her how close it was. For a second there, I knew I was dead. "I'm sorry you were scared. It's okay now." I tilted her chin so that she was looking up and kissed her softly.
I wasn't trying to incite something. I had just wanted to reassure her. But neither of us was letting the other go as that kiss lasted and lasted. We sank back to the bed, limbs starting to intertwine, gently caressing each other. The last time we had been this close, it was more of a frantic need for release, but this was so different, more trying to comfort each other. I had to admit, last night scared the hell out of me too.
"Need to keep watch," she protested weakly, but still let me slide her shirt over her head. My lips trailed down her neck, turning her words into a soft moan. Her protest might have been taken more seriously had she not been undoing the buttons on my shirt and running her hands under it and over my bare skin. Our lips met again, and there was no stopping now. It was more than just wanting her. I needed her.
I slipped her bra straps down her arm and then reached under her to unsnap it, exposing her to me. God, she was beautiful. Our eyes met as I caressed her breast, my thumb teasing the coral peak to hardness. "I love you," she whispered, and then pulled me back to her for another passionate kiss.
I was never sure exactly how or when we both got completely undressed. I vaguely remember a flash of white, and I assumed that was my shirt being pulled over my head, but who can really be sure. What I knew for certain was that my hands and lips were running all over her bare skin and the more she touched me, the harder it was getting to breathe. "Te amo carina," I murmured into her ear, catching the lobe in my teeth, making her gasp. Words were more of an aphrodisiac to Jhondie than anything else. "There is nothing that can take me from you. You and I were meant to be together…para siempre, mi amor."
"Oh yes, Justin," she gasped out. "Yo deseo contigo para siempre. I…ooooooh." Her words trailed off into a low moan as my fingers dipped lower, touching the most sensitive spots of her body. Her fingers tightened on my shoulder and back, head thrown back in erotic abandon.
I knew at that point that this was not going to go on much longer. Her eyes opened, and for a moment she looked feral with absolute desire. "I need you inside me now love," she gasped. Like I was going to refuse that little request.
I suppose there might be something in mortal existence that could compare to what it felt like when Jhondie and I made love, but I seriously doubted it. Granted, sometimes it was mostly physical and just having fun, but there were moments like this when it almost felt like there weren't two separate people anymore. It was beyond mere pleasure. There were no words. Maybe it had something to do with such a close brush with death mere hours before, I didn't know, and I didn't care. The only thing I cared about was what she was doing to me, and how much I wanted to return it to her.
"Justin!" she cried out suddenly, and then I felt her climaxing, her entire body contracting almost violently. There wasn't any holding back then. The world seemed to explode in a white-hot flash all around us, and then we were both collapsed back onto the bed, panting with exertion, clinging to each other.
I wasn't sure how long we lay together, our bodies completely intertwined. Okay, that wasn't planned, but I sure as hell wasn't going to complain. It was actually pretty good for clearing the head. Jhondie tucked herself against me, and was lying quietly, eyes closed, body limp. She looked so young sometimes when she was perfectly relaxed. It was hard to catch her at times like this, but worth the effort. I could watch her sleep for hours.
Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled. "What are you looking at?" she teased lightly.
The first two words that came to mind startled me. She wasn't that at all. But it wasn't hard to think of her like that. Not at all. This wasn't the time or place to even think about going there, but there was little doubt in my mind how we were going to end up.
"Just wondering when you were going to get up so we can move out," I replied lightly. She playfully punched me.
"You're the one that got started on me," she accused.
"You're the one that could have stopped me," I countered. I kissed the tip of her nose. "And I bet whoever has the room next door knows how much you didn't want me to stop." She blushed bright pink. There wasn't much I could say that would embarrass her, but reminding her about how loud she could get would do it every time. "I'd give them another thrill, but we've got work to do," I reminded her. As much as I would love to stay there with her, there was some things slightly more important right then.
"I know," she replied. She leaned up and kissed me. "You know we're going to win, don't you?" she asked. "One way or the other, they're going to get what they deserve."
No, I didn't know. I wanted to believe it, but I knew how the system worked. I wasn't ready to give up by a long shot though. Our eyes met, and I realized what she was saying. I was at a total loss for words as it sank into me. Once upon a time, she wasn't willing to kill to revenge herself. She was for me.
"They're going to get what they deserve in jail," I finally said. She gave me a half smile. The offer was still there. All I had to do was say the word. Daily and Winters would never know how much they owed to me right then. It could have all been over by the next morning. At least, that's what I thought.
"In that case, let's get started," she said, getting out of bed, and loading up some images onto the laptop. The intimate moment from before was spent, and we both started focusing on the night that was to come.
