Title: Journey to Homecoming Pt. 27/?
Author: Sheila
Category: Romance
Pairing: Clay/Sarah
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: As If
Spoilers: Up through 'Need to Know'
Summary: Clay and Sarah come together during an investigation
Clay's POV
Friday, September 19th 1845 Hours Webb Residence McLean, Virginia
While I stripped off sweaty running clothes Sarah turned on the shower and put on a strip show of her own. I leaned against the vanity appreciating the view.
"Before we became engaged did you wear lingerie of that type under your uniform?" She had on an eggplant colored matching bra and panties set that were enough to make my blood boil. It had been a long dry spell, other than relief with Mr. Right Hand. She didn't bother to answer me; but continued to remove her stockings and garter belt. When she looked up she noticed my surging erection.
"Ah, confirmation of the willing mind; and in this case, the able body." She said as she sashayed to me.
"Care to help me off with these?" She backed her curvaceous bottom directly into my straining erection. I couldn't form a word. My mouth was dry and all available blood had gone to points south.
"Remember how to take one of these off?" She flirted over her shoulder. "Just unhook the two little closures, you know, just like riding bike." I managed to unhook the bra and she wiggled her bottom a little more as she pulled the bra off then panties off.
"Sarah, if you want to make it to the shower, you'd better stop. My staying power shouldn't be tested, if you know what I mean." She obviously did, because she stopped teasing me and took me by the cock and led me into our decadent shower. We stood under the warm spray and she quickly bathed both of us, then she turned serious.
"Same rules as Indonesia, no acrobatics. Do you understand me spook?" I know she tried not to coddle and I gave into her concerns when they made sense. The problem that frequently arose between me and my handlers what made sense to me never made sense to them. So I had to sneak in activities like walking down the drive way to pick up my own newspaper. It was amazing how that one mundane little chore made me feel like the king of the world. The first time I successfully bent over and retrieved the news of the outside world I felt like I had completed the most covert op ever.
"I can deal. Now since you seem to be in charge, where do you want me?" Thinking wasn't top priority now, sinking into her warmth was and I was willing to do just about anything to get there.
"Would the words 'take the position' be too crass right now?" God, where did this seductress come from?
I sat on the wide shelf along the back of the stall and we began kissing, well I was trying to kiss; she was teasing. She stood in front of me with her hands on my shoulders while I held my arms loosely around her waist. She was practicing commando kissing; kiss here, then there, not allowing me to return the favor. I finally pulled her to me.
"Does the phrase 'assume the position' seem pertinent now? Come up here." She sinuously climbed over me, sitting slowly in my lap and wrapping her heels and arms around me.
"Spook, it's Tab A, Slot B time." She lifted slightly and I guided my very excited self into her oh so welcoming sheath. I placed my hands under her round bottom and helped her move in a rhythm that had us shouting our mutual completion moment later. I had been right before, we didn't last long.
We sat under the spray for a few more moments. "You weren't kidding about embarrassing Vic. I think the people in the next house heard us." She giggled at the thought.
"Come help me out of here, and feed me. I need to be rested up for the morning. I've got an appointment with my fiancé." We managed to work our way out of the shower and dry off. She dried her hair while I shaved and we walked arm in arm out of the bathroom. I almost tripped as her sudden halt jerked me to a stop.
She was staring at our bed. Sitting in the middle was a tray of sandwiches, bottles of sparkling water, strawberries and a note. Sarah read it aloud:
I thought you would like to eat 'in'. Enjoy. Lynne stopped by and we are going to
a movie. See you in the AM.
Vic
Scribbled below the original note in a different ink was an additional line.
Are you two always that loud?
We both broke into laughter, our friend knew us too well. We ate all of the food and Sarah fed me strawberries until I thought I was going to pop. After my third yawn, she removed the tray and pushed me into the pillows.
"You've been very good, so plan on a reward in the morning." We snuggled together as we usually did and fell deeply asleep.
Victor's POV
I was putting together the last of the sandwiches as the front door chimed. Before I could get to the door I saw Lynne walking down the hall toward me.
"Hi, Vic. Where's the boss and Mac?" She asked as she followed me into the kitchen.
"Showering and other things." I said blandly.
"Other things? As in the horizontal mamba?" She grinned and gave me a mischievous look.
"One can only hope; they were necking when I found them in the den earlier. It's the first time I've seen them more than give each other a peck since he came home from the hospital."
"About time. Before he left, they were always in each other's space. They didn't necessarily have to be physically touching but you could almost see and feel the connection. Used to make me jealous." I gave her a questioning look asking her to explain.
"No, not jealous of Sarah. Jealous of what they had. I wanted the same thing for myself. You know having all of us around all the time doesn't give them space to reconnect. Why don't we go to a movie and give them an evening alone?"
"Listen, you figure out where we should go, while I take a tray of sandwiches up to them. They'll get hungry if things go right." I wrote a short note telling them I was going out and carried the tray up to their room. I knocked and when I received no response I peaked, seeing no one I placed the tray in the middle of the bed. As I turned to leave I heard what could only be described as a roar from Clay and a scream from Mac. I couldn't resist adding to my note.
"Well," Lynne asked, "What's going on up there?"
"Let's say there aren't any more space issues." She laughed, it was funny, neither of us were embarrassed in the least by what would usually an extremely embarrassing situation.
"So what are we going to see?" Please don't let it be an inane comedy.
"I've narrowed it down to three: the chick flik choice of "Down With Love; the testosterone special of "Matrix Reloaded", which I've been told it has deep spiritual undertones; or a very funny comedy, "Finding Nemo" which according to Harriet is not necessarily a child's movie. Your choice, I'm open to any of the three. No stupid female test, make your choice and we're on our way."
"Where's 'Finding Nemo' playing?" She grinned happily at my choice.
"At the multiplex on the main drag." Luckily I knew where the 'main drag' was and we made it into the 1945 showing. We both laughed hysterically at Dorrie voiced by Ellen DeGeneres and fought over the popcorn. All in all it was a good evening.
"Would you like to go get some coffee before heading home? There is a nice dessert shop not far from here that has killer cheesecake?" I offered and she accepted. Over our dessert we talked about work and generalities, the usual getting to know you exchange. Something we had never done before. We had talked about work and Clay but never ourselves.
She was very intelligent and very outspoken. She was a good foil for Clay and I could see how she kept him in line, she just stayed one step in front of him. I had been surprised by the level of her security clearance when I first met her, but now knew much differently.
"Vic, tell me how they are doing, really. I've been over during the day, but I haven't stayed over since he's been back home. Have the nightmares stopped?" She asked with concern.
"Things are getting better. The nightmares are virtually gone, and I think after tonight they may be at an end." We both chuckled.
"Then the counseling the Admiral insisted on worked, huh?"
"Very much. Clay and the Admiral told me what happened the first night Clay came home. We both know how much stress Mac and Morgan had been under, but Mac had let very few people know how bad it had really gotten. The first night Clay got home she had a nightmare and when he tried to wake her she woke up slugging. The Admiral came running as he said he had done almost nightly for months. He found Clay white with pain and Mac almost hysterical with guilt. After he calmed Mac, and gave Clay pain medication he sat in the bedside chair until morning."
"I didn't know it had gotten that bad." She said sympathetically and placed her hand on top of mine.
"When his two 'patients' woke the Admiral informed Clay about Mac's nightmares since he had been gone. He asked him if he was feeing guilty. Clay just nodded his head, and grasped Mac's hand. Then he told Mac that she had a great deal of suppressed anger toward Clay, when she tried to deny it, he told her to hear him out. He had spoken to Father James, who in turn recommended a family councilor, and he wanted the two of them to attend sessions. The both balked, up to the point where he told them that Morgan and he had been going and it had helped them."
"If you didn't know AJ, the fact that he insisted on family counseling would floor most people. He is really an extraordinary man. He and Morgan are made for each other, just like Mac and Clay." She said wistfully. I wonder what she was really looking for. I know she joked about a rich man with Clay, but I don't think that wealth was that important to her.
"I agree the four of them seem to have met their 'soul mates'. Are you still looking?"
"Every chance I can get. I have a date tomorrow with this guy from the British embassy. He's an equivalent of an Asst. Under-Secretary at State. Supposed to be very nice, veddy British, and very wealthy." And probably another ass I thought to myself. Where does she get these guys?
"Hey, why the frown? Worried about something?"
"Not really, where do you keep finding these guys? They always let you down."
"Didn't you know? There is an underground network of assistants in DC working to get each other married off. It's classified, but I think you can keep it a secret!" We both laughed and by some unknown communication rose to leave and go back to the Webb's.
"Are you going to stay over tonight? The owners plan on sleeping in. So don't plan on a run, except if you want to join me."
"I'd like that. Those two have re-written the 'mi casa, es su casa' rule. We both have our own rooms, Morgan and AJ have a room and there is still a guest room. I have a feeling when he is in fighting form we will see them by invitation only!" We entered the house quietly and went upstairs.
As we walked to 'our' rooms I noticed the tray I had made up on the floor outside the master suite. The note I had written earlier had another phrase.
"Paybacks are hell."
I was in for it. I wouldn't know where and I wouldn't know when, but it would be spectacular. The writing was Mac's.
Sarah's POV
0917 Hours
I had been staring him, willing him to wake up for an hour. He was being extremely stubborn, or he was still exhausted after last night. Giving him the benefit of the doubt I went for tired.
I decided to get my man by using my Marine training. He was snoring lightly, for a change, and I stealthily began by peeling the sheet away from his body. The sight of his scars almost stopped my plan, but I held firm. I placed a butterfly kiss on his chest scar, a bright red against his pale skin. He didn't stir, so I went on to my second target, his very ticklish belly button. Still no reaction. Good. Target number three was in sight, and from the looks of it primed and ready for action. I checked my quarry. Eyes still closed, breathing still deep and regular. It might be the normal male physiological reaction.
I moved closer still; no movement. I blew lightly across my ultimate goal, AH HAH, he was awake. His skin developed goose pimples. He was really good. But I would have the upper hand, until he decided he'd had enough. Better get to work. I placed a kiss on the tip, and continued with small kisses and little licks all the way down the shaft, and when I sucked one of his balls into my mouth he pulled my head from him and with a roar flipped me on my back and began returning my teasing kisses.
"Gotcha, I said." He looked down our bodies, his covering mine completely, his arms on either side of my head and our noses almost touching.
"Who has whom?" He asked with a wide grin and a wiggle of his hips on mine.
"Does it matter?" I asked as he kissed my face and neck.
"Not in my book. Exactly what were you doing?" He asked before engulfing my nipple in his mouth and sucking until I arched my back in reaction. I grabbed his ass and pulled him to me.
"I don't really remember, but I think the goal was to have you in me." I gasped out as he took the other nipple and bit down slightly.
"I believe that is a mutual goal." He said as I kissed his neck. When he relaxed slightly I flipped us again.
"Now, I want my treat." I said as I grabbed him and lowered myself onto him. I moved slowly down and he moaned his pleasure. As I moved upwards I tightened and he moaned again. We moved in counterpoint establishing an ever quickening rhythm. He moved one of his hands from my breast to my clit and squeezed, I screamed and collapsed on top of him trying to regain my breath.
"You know this is the right time." I whispered.
"Then let's make the most of it." We languorously rolled over never losing connection. We again started moving and this time he followed me over the edge of the world. When we came to our senses again, I whispered, "mission accomplished."
Vic's POV
October 23rd 2345 Hours Webb Residence McLean Virginia
"I'm telling you, tying noisy objects to Clay's Mercedes is the quickest way to get your pretty bottom fired!" Lynne's eyes lit up. What did I say?
"You think my bottom's pretty?" She said huskily as she moved closer to me as we sat on the den sofa. We had been talking more and more the last month, and I thought about taking this thing between us somewhere, not she had made the first move.
"Very pretty, beautiful if you must." I traced the line of her shoulder to her face.
"What would you say to cute?" She purred as I drifted closer.
"I would say very cute." I moved my mouth gently over hers, once, twice and then increased the pressure until she opened her mouth and let me in. Our tongues twirled around each others, and moved in and out of each other's mouth.
When we separated to take a much needed breath she asked, "Your room or mine?"
"I'm not rich."
"But you could be. I know about this business opportunity that could be profitable in a few years. Want me to take your name and pass it on to the partners?"
"No need, I already know the assistant, let's go to bed."
We made it to her room just in time, I almost lost it on the steps when she paused to give me a blow job. Thankfully the rooms in this place are thick. Our screams of were enough to wake the proverbial death.
Clay's POV
0500 Day of the Wedding
"Pfffft." Sarah blew at the small feather I was tickling her nose with. She was sleeping soundly but I knew that we had to get up. It was going to be a very busy day, so I started to tickle her again when a small hand grabbed my wrist.
"I thought we had a deal about tickling me first thing in the morning Spook." She was smiling but her eyes weren't open. She began pulling me across her body until I was completely covering her. I took the subtle hint we started to kiss, and one thing led to another. She had flipped me over and crawled on top and started to torture me by trying to kiss every square inch of skin on my body. She paid special attention to the still red scars on my chest and side. Tears formed and slowly ran down her cheeks.
"Hey, stop that. This is our happy day. I'm here hale and hearty and we will be on our honeymoon in." I pretended to calculate waiting for her to report the exact amount of time. She didn't fail me.
"Nineteen hours and twenty-seven minutes." She grinned around her tears. "Now where were we?" She continued kissing down my abdomen paying special attention to my ticklish belly button. Who, other than, me, has a ticklish belly button? No one. I was very busy myself; she had moved most of her upper body from my reach, but I bent my knee and began rubbing my foot over her very splendid bottom, even managing to move my toes to her folds and make her squirm.
"Where did you learn that?" She paused long enough in her ministrations to ask.
"Necessity is a mother, ya know, besides you have moved some of my favorite parts out of hands reach!"
"Ok, let's see how talented those toes are mister." Ah, a challenge had been laid down, something I couldn't resist. She moved her kisses and caresses from my abdomen and was giving me one her mindblowing blow jobs while I moved my toes around her moist core. I'm sure we presented quite a sight, but if the movements of her lower body were any indication I was doing something very right. I found her clit, and began to circle and press.
"ere, es,thr," She mumble around my cock, or at least I think that's what she said. Somehow we remained coordinated enough to bring each other to a gratifying orgasm. She collapsed on me and we both began to laugh.
"Now that is the way to be woken. Now let's go hit the shower and go for a run." We showered quickly and dressed in running clothes. Running was such a part of our morning regimen that I didn't think twice about running on my wedding day.
"Do you think Vic wants to run?" I asked.
"He generally does. Why don't you go see if he's awake while I go make coffee." I went to Vic's room and knocked. When he didn't answer after a few seconds I opened the door and stuck my head in. The bed was empty and hadn't been slept in. When Sarah and I had gone to bed last night he and Lynne had been talking the wedding reception and bickering over various details.
Our small simple wedding had turned into the monstrosity that Sarah hadn't wanted. My mother had hired a wedding planner we had handed over everything to her. Sarah had vehemently insisted only on a few things: 1) The wedding was to be held at St. Mary's; the National Cathedral was out no matter who was invited. 2) Father James would be officiating; we both felt he had saved our sanity and marriage after my return. 3) The orchestra needed to play the list of songs supplied, if they couldn't she was sure there was a band out there who would be glad to get the gig. 4) The groom's cake would be lemon, not the traditional chocolate. And no, she wasn't going to explain. Other than that she just wanted to show up. Her wedding dress had gotten a bit more elaborate, but she agreed it was the dress that little girls dreamed of.
So tonight was the night. Last night we had a small group of friends and family over, if you call twenty-five or so people a small group. The wedding party had gone to the church for the rehearsal then back to our place for dinner. The bachelor party had taken place the previous Saturday evening. Ramon and Jim had, as promised, planned a fun evening and everyone enjoyed themselves except the guest of honor.
Saturday, October 18th
2230 Hours Roberts Home Bachelor Party
"What are you doing out here?" I heard Vic's voice ask from the patio doors. I was sitting on the darkened deck looking at the stars and brooding. There was enough light coming from the moonlight to make out his expression.
"Thinking."
"You had an argument right?" He asked while shaking his head and grinning. "What about?"
"She re-organized the kitchen, and in retaliation I cleaned up her desk."
"Clay, even I know never to touch her desk, what got into you man." He continued to chuckle.
It had been a spectacular argument. We had had small disagreements over the months but this was the first real screaming, yelling, slamming doors fight. We hadn't spoken before we left for our respective parties and I needed to talk to her to apologize.
"We have an unspoken agreement about her desk and my kitchen. We left each other's territory alone. She got into some kind of weird nesting frenzy and rearranged the kitchen. When I went to prepare lunch I couldn't find anything. I don't know what came over me, I marched into the office and began neatening her files; I even went so far to alphabetize them. A few minutes later I heard a screech and she stormed into the kitchen and the argument got out of hand in less than two minutes."
"I feel awful. I have never liked arguing with her even when it was necessary for business purposes, but this is new territory. The stress of the wedding must have thrown us both into the deep end." I closed my eyes and put my head against the back of the chaise lounge and moped. I felt a small object bounce off my chest and into my lap.
"Call her. She'll answer a call from me, so you have about five seconds to get your first apology in." When I didn't move he leaned over the chaise and in his best DI voice said, "CALL HER."
I jumped and began dialing.
"Hi Vic, how is the party?" She asked, not sounding any happier than me.
"Princess, it's me. I'm sorry. Please don't hang up." I asked.
"Spook, I'm sorry too. Next time don't alphabetize, OK. That drives me out of my freaking mind. It was one of Harm's most annoying traits that I had finally broken him of. I don't want to start all over again with you." I could tell she was smiling now.
"And you promise to leave the spices alone? I spent five minutes trying to find coriander."
"Only if you start giving me cooking lessons." She bargained.
"Oh, I don't know, I think we cook pretty well together." I smirked back.
"What we do is cook?" She purred.
"How soon can you be home?" She asked.
"We live two miles from the Robert's honey, so give me ten minutes to say goodnight. How many ladies are left?"
"Lynne, Morgan and Harriet, but I can tell them we are going to have make up sex and they'll leave in a minute."
"Do women tell each other stuff like that?" I was intrigued by the feminine mind.
"That and more." I didn't want to think what Harriet Roberts knew about my sex life.
"Well, Vic, Bud, and AJ are here. But I don't have a problem running out on them I'll be there shortly." Thus ended the first fight of our married life. I'm sure it wasn't the last.
End Flashback
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Outside Vic's Room
OK, the bed wasn't slept in. We had left the two of them alone last night, ergo, he was with Lynne. Oh, this was going to be fun.
I slowly opened the door to Lynne's room. I love it when I'm right. Two dark heads were just showing from beneath the sheets. I walked to Lynne's side of the bed and crouched down and stared. They were on their sides, with Vic spooned behind her. He opened an eye enough to wink at me. I gave him a grin and continued to stare. After several minutes of my staring she opened her eyes.
"Don't gloat." She said with a sleepy raspy voice. I gave her a 'what me gloat' look.
"When did this happen?"
"Are you sure you are a spy? Last night."
"He's not rich."
"He's rich in cultural heritage."
"There is that."
"He's a spook."
"Not for long."
"Probably for a year."
"Well, if either one of you get yourselves into a situation, you won't have to worry about your enemies, the welcome home parties will tear you new ones."
"That's true."
"Are you naked?"
"I knew you used those spy skill for more than covert ops."
"Is Vic naked?
"Clay, do you want a blow by blow account?"
"No, that's not necessary. What are your intentions toward my non-rich, spook partner?"
"Well, I had planned on wake up sex, but someone just spoiled the mood."
"Want to go run with Sarah and me?"
"Not this morning, a little stiff. Maybe the silent one will." She elbowed Vic in the ribs and he 'ooffed' the air in his lungs.
"If you're going to treat me like that lady I'll join the happy couple. Clay, give me ten." I left them cuddling and went to share the news with Sarah. She and Harriet had predicted it, but I didn't think it would happen. Lynne had always been adamant that she wouldn't fall in love with an operative. Quoting the Bard, 'the best laid plans of mice and men'.
Author: Sheila
Category: Romance
Pairing: Clay/Sarah
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: As If
Spoilers: Up through 'Need to Know'
Summary: Clay and Sarah come together during an investigation
Clay's POV
Friday, September 19th 1845 Hours Webb Residence McLean, Virginia
While I stripped off sweaty running clothes Sarah turned on the shower and put on a strip show of her own. I leaned against the vanity appreciating the view.
"Before we became engaged did you wear lingerie of that type under your uniform?" She had on an eggplant colored matching bra and panties set that were enough to make my blood boil. It had been a long dry spell, other than relief with Mr. Right Hand. She didn't bother to answer me; but continued to remove her stockings and garter belt. When she looked up she noticed my surging erection.
"Ah, confirmation of the willing mind; and in this case, the able body." She said as she sashayed to me.
"Care to help me off with these?" She backed her curvaceous bottom directly into my straining erection. I couldn't form a word. My mouth was dry and all available blood had gone to points south.
"Remember how to take one of these off?" She flirted over her shoulder. "Just unhook the two little closures, you know, just like riding bike." I managed to unhook the bra and she wiggled her bottom a little more as she pulled the bra off then panties off.
"Sarah, if you want to make it to the shower, you'd better stop. My staying power shouldn't be tested, if you know what I mean." She obviously did, because she stopped teasing me and took me by the cock and led me into our decadent shower. We stood under the warm spray and she quickly bathed both of us, then she turned serious.
"Same rules as Indonesia, no acrobatics. Do you understand me spook?" I know she tried not to coddle and I gave into her concerns when they made sense. The problem that frequently arose between me and my handlers what made sense to me never made sense to them. So I had to sneak in activities like walking down the drive way to pick up my own newspaper. It was amazing how that one mundane little chore made me feel like the king of the world. The first time I successfully bent over and retrieved the news of the outside world I felt like I had completed the most covert op ever.
"I can deal. Now since you seem to be in charge, where do you want me?" Thinking wasn't top priority now, sinking into her warmth was and I was willing to do just about anything to get there.
"Would the words 'take the position' be too crass right now?" God, where did this seductress come from?
I sat on the wide shelf along the back of the stall and we began kissing, well I was trying to kiss; she was teasing. She stood in front of me with her hands on my shoulders while I held my arms loosely around her waist. She was practicing commando kissing; kiss here, then there, not allowing me to return the favor. I finally pulled her to me.
"Does the phrase 'assume the position' seem pertinent now? Come up here." She sinuously climbed over me, sitting slowly in my lap and wrapping her heels and arms around me.
"Spook, it's Tab A, Slot B time." She lifted slightly and I guided my very excited self into her oh so welcoming sheath. I placed my hands under her round bottom and helped her move in a rhythm that had us shouting our mutual completion moment later. I had been right before, we didn't last long.
We sat under the spray for a few more moments. "You weren't kidding about embarrassing Vic. I think the people in the next house heard us." She giggled at the thought.
"Come help me out of here, and feed me. I need to be rested up for the morning. I've got an appointment with my fiancé." We managed to work our way out of the shower and dry off. She dried her hair while I shaved and we walked arm in arm out of the bathroom. I almost tripped as her sudden halt jerked me to a stop.
She was staring at our bed. Sitting in the middle was a tray of sandwiches, bottles of sparkling water, strawberries and a note. Sarah read it aloud:
I thought you would like to eat 'in'. Enjoy. Lynne stopped by and we are going to
a movie. See you in the AM.
Vic
Scribbled below the original note in a different ink was an additional line.
Are you two always that loud?
We both broke into laughter, our friend knew us too well. We ate all of the food and Sarah fed me strawberries until I thought I was going to pop. After my third yawn, she removed the tray and pushed me into the pillows.
"You've been very good, so plan on a reward in the morning." We snuggled together as we usually did and fell deeply asleep.
Victor's POV
I was putting together the last of the sandwiches as the front door chimed. Before I could get to the door I saw Lynne walking down the hall toward me.
"Hi, Vic. Where's the boss and Mac?" She asked as she followed me into the kitchen.
"Showering and other things." I said blandly.
"Other things? As in the horizontal mamba?" She grinned and gave me a mischievous look.
"One can only hope; they were necking when I found them in the den earlier. It's the first time I've seen them more than give each other a peck since he came home from the hospital."
"About time. Before he left, they were always in each other's space. They didn't necessarily have to be physically touching but you could almost see and feel the connection. Used to make me jealous." I gave her a questioning look asking her to explain.
"No, not jealous of Sarah. Jealous of what they had. I wanted the same thing for myself. You know having all of us around all the time doesn't give them space to reconnect. Why don't we go to a movie and give them an evening alone?"
"Listen, you figure out where we should go, while I take a tray of sandwiches up to them. They'll get hungry if things go right." I wrote a short note telling them I was going out and carried the tray up to their room. I knocked and when I received no response I peaked, seeing no one I placed the tray in the middle of the bed. As I turned to leave I heard what could only be described as a roar from Clay and a scream from Mac. I couldn't resist adding to my note.
"Well," Lynne asked, "What's going on up there?"
"Let's say there aren't any more space issues." She laughed, it was funny, neither of us were embarrassed in the least by what would usually an extremely embarrassing situation.
"So what are we going to see?" Please don't let it be an inane comedy.
"I've narrowed it down to three: the chick flik choice of "Down With Love; the testosterone special of "Matrix Reloaded", which I've been told it has deep spiritual undertones; or a very funny comedy, "Finding Nemo" which according to Harriet is not necessarily a child's movie. Your choice, I'm open to any of the three. No stupid female test, make your choice and we're on our way."
"Where's 'Finding Nemo' playing?" She grinned happily at my choice.
"At the multiplex on the main drag." Luckily I knew where the 'main drag' was and we made it into the 1945 showing. We both laughed hysterically at Dorrie voiced by Ellen DeGeneres and fought over the popcorn. All in all it was a good evening.
"Would you like to go get some coffee before heading home? There is a nice dessert shop not far from here that has killer cheesecake?" I offered and she accepted. Over our dessert we talked about work and generalities, the usual getting to know you exchange. Something we had never done before. We had talked about work and Clay but never ourselves.
She was very intelligent and very outspoken. She was a good foil for Clay and I could see how she kept him in line, she just stayed one step in front of him. I had been surprised by the level of her security clearance when I first met her, but now knew much differently.
"Vic, tell me how they are doing, really. I've been over during the day, but I haven't stayed over since he's been back home. Have the nightmares stopped?" She asked with concern.
"Things are getting better. The nightmares are virtually gone, and I think after tonight they may be at an end." We both chuckled.
"Then the counseling the Admiral insisted on worked, huh?"
"Very much. Clay and the Admiral told me what happened the first night Clay came home. We both know how much stress Mac and Morgan had been under, but Mac had let very few people know how bad it had really gotten. The first night Clay got home she had a nightmare and when he tried to wake her she woke up slugging. The Admiral came running as he said he had done almost nightly for months. He found Clay white with pain and Mac almost hysterical with guilt. After he calmed Mac, and gave Clay pain medication he sat in the bedside chair until morning."
"I didn't know it had gotten that bad." She said sympathetically and placed her hand on top of mine.
"When his two 'patients' woke the Admiral informed Clay about Mac's nightmares since he had been gone. He asked him if he was feeing guilty. Clay just nodded his head, and grasped Mac's hand. Then he told Mac that she had a great deal of suppressed anger toward Clay, when she tried to deny it, he told her to hear him out. He had spoken to Father James, who in turn recommended a family councilor, and he wanted the two of them to attend sessions. The both balked, up to the point where he told them that Morgan and he had been going and it had helped them."
"If you didn't know AJ, the fact that he insisted on family counseling would floor most people. He is really an extraordinary man. He and Morgan are made for each other, just like Mac and Clay." She said wistfully. I wonder what she was really looking for. I know she joked about a rich man with Clay, but I don't think that wealth was that important to her.
"I agree the four of them seem to have met their 'soul mates'. Are you still looking?"
"Every chance I can get. I have a date tomorrow with this guy from the British embassy. He's an equivalent of an Asst. Under-Secretary at State. Supposed to be very nice, veddy British, and very wealthy." And probably another ass I thought to myself. Where does she get these guys?
"Hey, why the frown? Worried about something?"
"Not really, where do you keep finding these guys? They always let you down."
"Didn't you know? There is an underground network of assistants in DC working to get each other married off. It's classified, but I think you can keep it a secret!" We both laughed and by some unknown communication rose to leave and go back to the Webb's.
"Are you going to stay over tonight? The owners plan on sleeping in. So don't plan on a run, except if you want to join me."
"I'd like that. Those two have re-written the 'mi casa, es su casa' rule. We both have our own rooms, Morgan and AJ have a room and there is still a guest room. I have a feeling when he is in fighting form we will see them by invitation only!" We entered the house quietly and went upstairs.
As we walked to 'our' rooms I noticed the tray I had made up on the floor outside the master suite. The note I had written earlier had another phrase.
"Paybacks are hell."
I was in for it. I wouldn't know where and I wouldn't know when, but it would be spectacular. The writing was Mac's.
Sarah's POV
0917 Hours
I had been staring him, willing him to wake up for an hour. He was being extremely stubborn, or he was still exhausted after last night. Giving him the benefit of the doubt I went for tired.
I decided to get my man by using my Marine training. He was snoring lightly, for a change, and I stealthily began by peeling the sheet away from his body. The sight of his scars almost stopped my plan, but I held firm. I placed a butterfly kiss on his chest scar, a bright red against his pale skin. He didn't stir, so I went on to my second target, his very ticklish belly button. Still no reaction. Good. Target number three was in sight, and from the looks of it primed and ready for action. I checked my quarry. Eyes still closed, breathing still deep and regular. It might be the normal male physiological reaction.
I moved closer still; no movement. I blew lightly across my ultimate goal, AH HAH, he was awake. His skin developed goose pimples. He was really good. But I would have the upper hand, until he decided he'd had enough. Better get to work. I placed a kiss on the tip, and continued with small kisses and little licks all the way down the shaft, and when I sucked one of his balls into my mouth he pulled my head from him and with a roar flipped me on my back and began returning my teasing kisses.
"Gotcha, I said." He looked down our bodies, his covering mine completely, his arms on either side of my head and our noses almost touching.
"Who has whom?" He asked with a wide grin and a wiggle of his hips on mine.
"Does it matter?" I asked as he kissed my face and neck.
"Not in my book. Exactly what were you doing?" He asked before engulfing my nipple in his mouth and sucking until I arched my back in reaction. I grabbed his ass and pulled him to me.
"I don't really remember, but I think the goal was to have you in me." I gasped out as he took the other nipple and bit down slightly.
"I believe that is a mutual goal." He said as I kissed his neck. When he relaxed slightly I flipped us again.
"Now, I want my treat." I said as I grabbed him and lowered myself onto him. I moved slowly down and he moaned his pleasure. As I moved upwards I tightened and he moaned again. We moved in counterpoint establishing an ever quickening rhythm. He moved one of his hands from my breast to my clit and squeezed, I screamed and collapsed on top of him trying to regain my breath.
"You know this is the right time." I whispered.
"Then let's make the most of it." We languorously rolled over never losing connection. We again started moving and this time he followed me over the edge of the world. When we came to our senses again, I whispered, "mission accomplished."
Vic's POV
October 23rd 2345 Hours Webb Residence McLean Virginia
"I'm telling you, tying noisy objects to Clay's Mercedes is the quickest way to get your pretty bottom fired!" Lynne's eyes lit up. What did I say?
"You think my bottom's pretty?" She said huskily as she moved closer to me as we sat on the den sofa. We had been talking more and more the last month, and I thought about taking this thing between us somewhere, not she had made the first move.
"Very pretty, beautiful if you must." I traced the line of her shoulder to her face.
"What would you say to cute?" She purred as I drifted closer.
"I would say very cute." I moved my mouth gently over hers, once, twice and then increased the pressure until she opened her mouth and let me in. Our tongues twirled around each others, and moved in and out of each other's mouth.
When we separated to take a much needed breath she asked, "Your room or mine?"
"I'm not rich."
"But you could be. I know about this business opportunity that could be profitable in a few years. Want me to take your name and pass it on to the partners?"
"No need, I already know the assistant, let's go to bed."
We made it to her room just in time, I almost lost it on the steps when she paused to give me a blow job. Thankfully the rooms in this place are thick. Our screams of were enough to wake the proverbial death.
Clay's POV
0500 Day of the Wedding
"Pfffft." Sarah blew at the small feather I was tickling her nose with. She was sleeping soundly but I knew that we had to get up. It was going to be a very busy day, so I started to tickle her again when a small hand grabbed my wrist.
"I thought we had a deal about tickling me first thing in the morning Spook." She was smiling but her eyes weren't open. She began pulling me across her body until I was completely covering her. I took the subtle hint we started to kiss, and one thing led to another. She had flipped me over and crawled on top and started to torture me by trying to kiss every square inch of skin on my body. She paid special attention to the still red scars on my chest and side. Tears formed and slowly ran down her cheeks.
"Hey, stop that. This is our happy day. I'm here hale and hearty and we will be on our honeymoon in." I pretended to calculate waiting for her to report the exact amount of time. She didn't fail me.
"Nineteen hours and twenty-seven minutes." She grinned around her tears. "Now where were we?" She continued kissing down my abdomen paying special attention to my ticklish belly button. Who, other than, me, has a ticklish belly button? No one. I was very busy myself; she had moved most of her upper body from my reach, but I bent my knee and began rubbing my foot over her very splendid bottom, even managing to move my toes to her folds and make her squirm.
"Where did you learn that?" She paused long enough in her ministrations to ask.
"Necessity is a mother, ya know, besides you have moved some of my favorite parts out of hands reach!"
"Ok, let's see how talented those toes are mister." Ah, a challenge had been laid down, something I couldn't resist. She moved her kisses and caresses from my abdomen and was giving me one her mindblowing blow jobs while I moved my toes around her moist core. I'm sure we presented quite a sight, but if the movements of her lower body were any indication I was doing something very right. I found her clit, and began to circle and press.
"ere, es,thr," She mumble around my cock, or at least I think that's what she said. Somehow we remained coordinated enough to bring each other to a gratifying orgasm. She collapsed on me and we both began to laugh.
"Now that is the way to be woken. Now let's go hit the shower and go for a run." We showered quickly and dressed in running clothes. Running was such a part of our morning regimen that I didn't think twice about running on my wedding day.
"Do you think Vic wants to run?" I asked.
"He generally does. Why don't you go see if he's awake while I go make coffee." I went to Vic's room and knocked. When he didn't answer after a few seconds I opened the door and stuck my head in. The bed was empty and hadn't been slept in. When Sarah and I had gone to bed last night he and Lynne had been talking the wedding reception and bickering over various details.
Our small simple wedding had turned into the monstrosity that Sarah hadn't wanted. My mother had hired a wedding planner we had handed over everything to her. Sarah had vehemently insisted only on a few things: 1) The wedding was to be held at St. Mary's; the National Cathedral was out no matter who was invited. 2) Father James would be officiating; we both felt he had saved our sanity and marriage after my return. 3) The orchestra needed to play the list of songs supplied, if they couldn't she was sure there was a band out there who would be glad to get the gig. 4) The groom's cake would be lemon, not the traditional chocolate. And no, she wasn't going to explain. Other than that she just wanted to show up. Her wedding dress had gotten a bit more elaborate, but she agreed it was the dress that little girls dreamed of.
So tonight was the night. Last night we had a small group of friends and family over, if you call twenty-five or so people a small group. The wedding party had gone to the church for the rehearsal then back to our place for dinner. The bachelor party had taken place the previous Saturday evening. Ramon and Jim had, as promised, planned a fun evening and everyone enjoyed themselves except the guest of honor.
Saturday, October 18th
2230 Hours Roberts Home Bachelor Party
"What are you doing out here?" I heard Vic's voice ask from the patio doors. I was sitting on the darkened deck looking at the stars and brooding. There was enough light coming from the moonlight to make out his expression.
"Thinking."
"You had an argument right?" He asked while shaking his head and grinning. "What about?"
"She re-organized the kitchen, and in retaliation I cleaned up her desk."
"Clay, even I know never to touch her desk, what got into you man." He continued to chuckle.
It had been a spectacular argument. We had had small disagreements over the months but this was the first real screaming, yelling, slamming doors fight. We hadn't spoken before we left for our respective parties and I needed to talk to her to apologize.
"We have an unspoken agreement about her desk and my kitchen. We left each other's territory alone. She got into some kind of weird nesting frenzy and rearranged the kitchen. When I went to prepare lunch I couldn't find anything. I don't know what came over me, I marched into the office and began neatening her files; I even went so far to alphabetize them. A few minutes later I heard a screech and she stormed into the kitchen and the argument got out of hand in less than two minutes."
"I feel awful. I have never liked arguing with her even when it was necessary for business purposes, but this is new territory. The stress of the wedding must have thrown us both into the deep end." I closed my eyes and put my head against the back of the chaise lounge and moped. I felt a small object bounce off my chest and into my lap.
"Call her. She'll answer a call from me, so you have about five seconds to get your first apology in." When I didn't move he leaned over the chaise and in his best DI voice said, "CALL HER."
I jumped and began dialing.
"Hi Vic, how is the party?" She asked, not sounding any happier than me.
"Princess, it's me. I'm sorry. Please don't hang up." I asked.
"Spook, I'm sorry too. Next time don't alphabetize, OK. That drives me out of my freaking mind. It was one of Harm's most annoying traits that I had finally broken him of. I don't want to start all over again with you." I could tell she was smiling now.
"And you promise to leave the spices alone? I spent five minutes trying to find coriander."
"Only if you start giving me cooking lessons." She bargained.
"Oh, I don't know, I think we cook pretty well together." I smirked back.
"What we do is cook?" She purred.
"How soon can you be home?" She asked.
"We live two miles from the Robert's honey, so give me ten minutes to say goodnight. How many ladies are left?"
"Lynne, Morgan and Harriet, but I can tell them we are going to have make up sex and they'll leave in a minute."
"Do women tell each other stuff like that?" I was intrigued by the feminine mind.
"That and more." I didn't want to think what Harriet Roberts knew about my sex life.
"Well, Vic, Bud, and AJ are here. But I don't have a problem running out on them I'll be there shortly." Thus ended the first fight of our married life. I'm sure it wasn't the last.
End Flashback
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Outside Vic's Room
OK, the bed wasn't slept in. We had left the two of them alone last night, ergo, he was with Lynne. Oh, this was going to be fun.
I slowly opened the door to Lynne's room. I love it when I'm right. Two dark heads were just showing from beneath the sheets. I walked to Lynne's side of the bed and crouched down and stared. They were on their sides, with Vic spooned behind her. He opened an eye enough to wink at me. I gave him a grin and continued to stare. After several minutes of my staring she opened her eyes.
"Don't gloat." She said with a sleepy raspy voice. I gave her a 'what me gloat' look.
"When did this happen?"
"Are you sure you are a spy? Last night."
"He's not rich."
"He's rich in cultural heritage."
"There is that."
"He's a spook."
"Not for long."
"Probably for a year."
"Well, if either one of you get yourselves into a situation, you won't have to worry about your enemies, the welcome home parties will tear you new ones."
"That's true."
"Are you naked?"
"I knew you used those spy skill for more than covert ops."
"Is Vic naked?
"Clay, do you want a blow by blow account?"
"No, that's not necessary. What are your intentions toward my non-rich, spook partner?"
"Well, I had planned on wake up sex, but someone just spoiled the mood."
"Want to go run with Sarah and me?"
"Not this morning, a little stiff. Maybe the silent one will." She elbowed Vic in the ribs and he 'ooffed' the air in his lungs.
"If you're going to treat me like that lady I'll join the happy couple. Clay, give me ten." I left them cuddling and went to share the news with Sarah. She and Harriet had predicted it, but I didn't think it would happen. Lynne had always been adamant that she wouldn't fall in love with an operative. Quoting the Bard, 'the best laid plans of mice and men'.