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Disclaimer: I do not own Frank Donovan or the UC crew, would be nice. Original characters are forever mine unless you pay me for them. Don't have money, so you can't sue. Archive: If you want to, just let me know where.
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He reached out for the warm, sensuous woman lying next to him and pulled her close. She relaxed and snuggled closer to him, if it were at all possible. He gently moved the hair off her neck and started to nibble. He knew the one place that turned her weak in the knees.
She moaned in contentment when she felt his tongue caress the lobe of her ear. Their legs intertwined as his hand traveled down her side to stroke the soft flesh of her hip while he whispered how much he loves her.
Her breathing started to quicken as he slid his hand onto her mound. She moaned rapturously when he slid a finger inside her opening and arched into his hand as he brought her to ecstasy. She moaned her lover's name and turned to face him when he slid his hardness into her welcoming tunnel.
They moved together, bringing each other to a higher plane. She moaned his name as she came and he swore he loved her with all his heart. While their breathing slowed and their heartbeats returned to normal, he wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace. As they lay there holding each other, he worried that she might leave him.
A half hour later, when she realized he was sleeping, she quietly moved out of the bed. She went into the bathroom, quietly closed the door and quickly dressed in the clothes she left there the night before.
As she moved across the bedroom, she gave him one last look before walking out. She gripped her purse, taking the letter and passport. She laid the letter on the counter next to his cell phone, knowing that'll be the first place he'd go in the morning.
She placed her keys on the table next to the door and proceeded to leave. As she closed the door behind her, she wiped away the tears that were falling and headed to the waiting taxi.
Stretching the sleep from his muscles, he rolled over and reached out for her, but was met with an empty bed. He looked around the room and realized he was alone.
"Emma?" he called, grabbing for his pants.
He walked into the bathroom to see if she was there. Nothing. Next he went into the kitchen. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a note next to his phone. He picked up the piece of paper and started to read.
"Oh my God!" he muttered, dropping the paper and shoving his wallet, phone and keys into his pants pocket. He grabbed his coat and ran out the door, never noticing he forgot to put his shoes and a shirt on.
Emma paced around the waiting area, wondering if she was doing the right thing.
"Final boarding call for British Airways Flight 1036 to Chicago O'Hare."
Emma took a deep breath and headed towards the flight attendant. She handed her the boarding pass and decided not to look back. As she walked down towards the plane, she didn't notice the two men following behind her.
He left his car out in front of the airport as he jumped out and ran inside. He didn't care if it got towed or stolen, at this point his only thought was reaching Emma before she could get away. He ran past the Bobbies standing watch towards the airline counter. They sent him a quizzical look as to him wearing no shoes.
"Excuse me, miss, what gate is the flight to Chicago?" he asked.
"Gate 9," she smiled, "it's in the final boarding stage."
He ran towards the gate area when he was stopped. "Boarding pass sir?" the man asked.
"I need to get to that plane!" he insisted.
"I'm sorry sir, unless you have a boarding pass, you can't go past this point," the man sternly said.
He watched through the window as the plane taxied down the runway and proceeded to take off. Crestfallen, he watched through the window as the plane taxied down the runway. He barely noticed the tear that traced a path down his cheek while he watched the plane disappear into the clouds.