Ally? Chapter 13
Sitting in a chair with long afternoon shadows cast across his face, Vasilescu looked across his desk at his silent, squirming men. He let them stand awkwardly, as he idly fingered the heavy gold ring on his thumb.
They were starting to sweat; he could see the faint glow from their flushed, nervous skin as he coolly contemplated how to punish them. He was furious.
And still he hadn't gotten what he wanted. Some of his best men were slaughtered, he lost his most powerful bargaining tool, the necklace, in the process and he had severely mis-calculated the importance of the orphan boy, Max.
The boy didn't have the necklace and he had wasted valuable time chasing it. Time was running out. He stopped playing with his ring and smiled slowly. There was one more angle that he could play; one more chance to save everything.
************************ The Thin Man gave a muffled laugh as he felt a bit of Dylan's hair get caught in his mouth. Their kisses were getting longer and wetter, barely stopping to breathe. Dylan twisted her mouth from his and held him back; her eyes glazed.
He looked down--her reddish hair warm, fragrant, glinting, against the stark white pillow. Her mouth was open as she tried to catch her breath and he brought his head back down to her lips.
He stopped kissing her and eyed the necklace, not daring to touch it. She smirked and he felt the wave of smug triumph from her mind. She was being affected by the necklace already--but he didn't know what would happen next. The necklace had chosen her and prevented him from claiming what was rightly his--and had been his-- since his mother had willed it to him.
He had always assumed that the necklace would choose him--in fact had counted on it in his strategy of revenge. The necklace's power lay in its' omniscient ability to 'read' people and, with time and skill, to control time and space.
And even though he didn't possess the necklace now, he was confident he would in the future. Perhaps it wouldn't matter in the long run. After all, killing Vasilescu only required a weapon, not a sentimental trinket; and controlling this angel won't be difficult.
He smiled slightly and she hesitantly smiled back. She was so sweet. His tough, sweet angel. And now how would he be able to wrest this talisman from her neck? Her beautiful, sweet neck that curved all the way down...
"Hey!" He ignored her laughing protest as he roughly grabbed handfuls of shirt and bra straps and yanked down. "You've ruined my clo....ohh!" Dylan's eyes closed and she sighed after a moment, "Come back up here..."
Their mouths met again and he could feel her breasts through his shirt, the pressure of her legs wrapped around the back of his thighs. He must get this off! Their movements became more frenzied as they struggled with their clothes on his bed.
He had managed to undo most of Dylan's buttons and zippers, but she lagged behind, struggling with the knot in his tie. He grunted as her hand slipped and knocked his jaw. But he silenced her effusive, mood-killing apologies with another hot, probing kiss.
His need was building to a frenzied level. Nothing would stop him now. There would be no pursuing assassins to deal with, no surprise attacks, no exhausted Dylan that would prevent him from completely possessing her. Nothing that could possibly disturb them so far below the surface....
"Mmph....wait. What's that ringing? Is that your phone?" Dylan pushed on his chest and paused with her head tilted towards the noise.
The old antique phone was ringing and the Thin Man pushed Dylan back down on the bed as she tried to get up.
Suddenly, there was dead air and a loud endless beep before a hesitant voice called out in the very quiet room, "Uh.....Hello?"
"Shit, it's Nat!" The Thin Man let out a frustrated scream and pulled out a chunk of Dylan's hair as she shoved his body off to the side. He lay face down on the bed; defeated, an exasperated sigh escaped him.
"Dylan!?" "It's okay, Nat!" Dylan shouted as she hobbled towards the phone. Her blouse was ripped and she struggled to re-zip the fly on her tight jeans.
"It's okay!" She picked up the receiver,"I was just having issues with keeping the Thin Man under control." Ha! That was one way of putting it. She was having difficulty concentrating on what Natalie was saying--her face and body still warm from the heavy make-out session.
Natalie was keeping her up to date, telling her where she needed to bring the Thin Man. But all the time Natalie spoke, Dylan felt that warm, fuzzy feeling she had in the arms of the Thin Man slowly slip away. And replaced by a growing sense of anxiousness the longer she was on the phone. The world was starting up again, and whether or not she and the Thin Man liked it, that world was demanding they get back on again.
Dylan tersely repeated the important information and confirmed their arrival at the safe house, "Give us two hours."
She paused as she hung up the phone. There was nothing more she wanted right now than to climb in that bed with him, burrow under the covers and stay there making love all night.
She sighed as she looked down at the complete disrepair of her clothes. Somehow, yet again, the Thin Man had managed to almost get her completely naked without himself removing any clothes. One of these days, it's going to be the other way around, she thought.
Frustrated, she collapsed on the bed, burying her teeth into his back. He sucked in his breath sharply. Her sharp teeth managed to sink through the layers of fabric and he knew that later he would have a circular purple bruise.
She had held him like that for a moment, while he lay still, momentarily taken by surprise. He didn't know quite what to make of this. She let him go, "Don't make me hurt you. You're coming with me." She delicately picked off some fibers from the suit off her tongue.
He rolled over. His eyebrow cocked at her. "What? Don't look at me like that. I'm not like you, where I bite everyone I meet."
She walked over to the table and gathered up the box,"You better get the rest of your stuff." She looked so sad--but it was back to business. Their little world had come to an end. He lay there and smiled, trying to savor these last moments.
He cocked an eyebrow at her again and slowly got off the bed; his gaze moving over her disheveled body.
"And no funny business."
Sitting in a chair with long afternoon shadows cast across his face, Vasilescu looked across his desk at his silent, squirming men. He let them stand awkwardly, as he idly fingered the heavy gold ring on his thumb.
They were starting to sweat; he could see the faint glow from their flushed, nervous skin as he coolly contemplated how to punish them. He was furious.
And still he hadn't gotten what he wanted. Some of his best men were slaughtered, he lost his most powerful bargaining tool, the necklace, in the process and he had severely mis-calculated the importance of the orphan boy, Max.
The boy didn't have the necklace and he had wasted valuable time chasing it. Time was running out. He stopped playing with his ring and smiled slowly. There was one more angle that he could play; one more chance to save everything.
************************ The Thin Man gave a muffled laugh as he felt a bit of Dylan's hair get caught in his mouth. Their kisses were getting longer and wetter, barely stopping to breathe. Dylan twisted her mouth from his and held him back; her eyes glazed.
He looked down--her reddish hair warm, fragrant, glinting, against the stark white pillow. Her mouth was open as she tried to catch her breath and he brought his head back down to her lips.
He stopped kissing her and eyed the necklace, not daring to touch it. She smirked and he felt the wave of smug triumph from her mind. She was being affected by the necklace already--but he didn't know what would happen next. The necklace had chosen her and prevented him from claiming what was rightly his--and had been his-- since his mother had willed it to him.
He had always assumed that the necklace would choose him--in fact had counted on it in his strategy of revenge. The necklace's power lay in its' omniscient ability to 'read' people and, with time and skill, to control time and space.
And even though he didn't possess the necklace now, he was confident he would in the future. Perhaps it wouldn't matter in the long run. After all, killing Vasilescu only required a weapon, not a sentimental trinket; and controlling this angel won't be difficult.
He smiled slightly and she hesitantly smiled back. She was so sweet. His tough, sweet angel. And now how would he be able to wrest this talisman from her neck? Her beautiful, sweet neck that curved all the way down...
"Hey!" He ignored her laughing protest as he roughly grabbed handfuls of shirt and bra straps and yanked down. "You've ruined my clo....ohh!" Dylan's eyes closed and she sighed after a moment, "Come back up here..."
Their mouths met again and he could feel her breasts through his shirt, the pressure of her legs wrapped around the back of his thighs. He must get this off! Their movements became more frenzied as they struggled with their clothes on his bed.
He had managed to undo most of Dylan's buttons and zippers, but she lagged behind, struggling with the knot in his tie. He grunted as her hand slipped and knocked his jaw. But he silenced her effusive, mood-killing apologies with another hot, probing kiss.
His need was building to a frenzied level. Nothing would stop him now. There would be no pursuing assassins to deal with, no surprise attacks, no exhausted Dylan that would prevent him from completely possessing her. Nothing that could possibly disturb them so far below the surface....
"Mmph....wait. What's that ringing? Is that your phone?" Dylan pushed on his chest and paused with her head tilted towards the noise.
The old antique phone was ringing and the Thin Man pushed Dylan back down on the bed as she tried to get up.
Suddenly, there was dead air and a loud endless beep before a hesitant voice called out in the very quiet room, "Uh.....Hello?"
"Shit, it's Nat!" The Thin Man let out a frustrated scream and pulled out a chunk of Dylan's hair as she shoved his body off to the side. He lay face down on the bed; defeated, an exasperated sigh escaped him.
"Dylan!?" "It's okay, Nat!" Dylan shouted as she hobbled towards the phone. Her blouse was ripped and she struggled to re-zip the fly on her tight jeans.
"It's okay!" She picked up the receiver,"I was just having issues with keeping the Thin Man under control." Ha! That was one way of putting it. She was having difficulty concentrating on what Natalie was saying--her face and body still warm from the heavy make-out session.
Natalie was keeping her up to date, telling her where she needed to bring the Thin Man. But all the time Natalie spoke, Dylan felt that warm, fuzzy feeling she had in the arms of the Thin Man slowly slip away. And replaced by a growing sense of anxiousness the longer she was on the phone. The world was starting up again, and whether or not she and the Thin Man liked it, that world was demanding they get back on again.
Dylan tersely repeated the important information and confirmed their arrival at the safe house, "Give us two hours."
She paused as she hung up the phone. There was nothing more she wanted right now than to climb in that bed with him, burrow under the covers and stay there making love all night.
She sighed as she looked down at the complete disrepair of her clothes. Somehow, yet again, the Thin Man had managed to almost get her completely naked without himself removing any clothes. One of these days, it's going to be the other way around, she thought.
Frustrated, she collapsed on the bed, burying her teeth into his back. He sucked in his breath sharply. Her sharp teeth managed to sink through the layers of fabric and he knew that later he would have a circular purple bruise.
She had held him like that for a moment, while he lay still, momentarily taken by surprise. He didn't know quite what to make of this. She let him go, "Don't make me hurt you. You're coming with me." She delicately picked off some fibers from the suit off her tongue.
He rolled over. His eyebrow cocked at her. "What? Don't look at me like that. I'm not like you, where I bite everyone I meet."
She walked over to the table and gathered up the box,"You better get the rest of your stuff." She looked so sad--but it was back to business. Their little world had come to an end. He lay there and smiled, trying to savor these last moments.
He cocked an eyebrow at her again and slowly got off the bed; his gaze moving over her disheveled body.
"And no funny business."