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This chapter contains some smut, not overtly graphic, but it might not be to everyone's taste, so I've popped it onto a different page. It's not 100% necessary, so if you don't read it you can still follow the storyline.

CHAPTER FIVE – INSTINCTS AND URGES

She sat across from him, twirling a pencil around in her hands. He watched her, as if mesmerized by the graceful movement as she turned it over in her gentle, smooth hands. Alec remembered a time when those hands had traced the muscular curves of his back, their fingertips indenting his flesh as her incandescent eyes closed in ecstasy, and could still feel them resting tenderly over his heart as they both drifted into peaceful, blissful sleep. Beside him, Frell was relaying the details of the case, talking hurriedly and defensively as he explained how a Gossamer and an X7 attacked several civilians whilst the LAD team were in pursuit. But Alec was oblivious to the drama unfolding, he sat entranced by the woman with the emerald coloured eyes, a woman who used to be a nameless memory, but who he now knew as Antigone McKinley, Terry Caldwell's god-daughter. He knew she was the enemy, he knew she thought he was a man and not a transgenic, he knew he was living a lie, but he wanted this woman like he had wanted no other, and he also knew that he usually got what he wanted.

She felt his eyes on her, just as she had that night at the bar. The feeling made her skin itch to be touched by him and him alone, Alec, the guy with the dancing hazel eyes and soft, southern drawl. Her senses were heightened and she seemed to be aware of every inch of him in the room. She could smell him, hear him as he shifted in his seat, and feel the warmth radiating from his body. If it hadn't been for the large wooden desk between them, she would have jumped him right then and there, even with a Reverend watching. Her body wanted him, but her mind tried to reason with it. He worked for her uncle's best friend, he was a thug for hire, and he probably didn't even own a suit, but her compulsion and desire overruled her common sense, and she unwittingly licked her lips in anticipation.

Alec's body responded instinctively as he watched her tongue caress her soft, sensuous lips and an undulation of lust surged through his body and finished at a place that was completely inappropriate considering he was in the presence of both his boss and his colleague. Damn, Alec wished they weren't around, and it was just Antigone and himself and the desk that currently separated them. He imagined taking her on it, her hands running through his hair as he licked the soft flesh around her nipples…

Alec groaned loudly, and was suddenly met with the quizzical gaze of Terry and Frell. "Alec? Are you okay?" Frell asked the question slowly and carefully, searching his eyes for an answer. "Because if we're boring you Smart…" Terry added, his even, unnerving voice laced with sarcasm. Alec glanced quickly at Antigone, who seemed busy scribbling notes on her jotter, her hand resting on her forehead, shielding her eyes from his line of sight. Beneath it, he thought he saw her blushing.

Alec removed his jacket hastily and held it in front of the distension that had developed in his jeans. He answered the two men quickly and reassuringly, "No, I'm fine, I just…" he glanced at Antigone again just as she began chewing the end of her pencil… "I really need to get out of here…" Alec walked hastily to the door and without looking back, clicked it closed behind him.

She watched him leave and a wave of relief flooded through her and yet at the same time she was slightly disappointed. His mere presence had sent her whole world into a spiral. She was inundated with the memories of their one night together; the steadiness of his heartbeat, his strength and tenderness, his hands stroking her back, stomach and inner thighs, the power when he entered her and the indescribable release as she climaxed again and again… As she inhaled sharply, Antigone was stirred from her memories and swiftly made aware of Frell and Terry gaping at her open-mouthed. Her face flushed, she closed her folder and stood abruptly. "Thanks, I think that's enough…" She gave a half-smile to the two men as she almost ran out the door, leaving them bewildered in the office. Terry raised an eyebrow in question at Frell. "What just happened…?"

Antigone caught up with Alec waiting impatiently at the elevators. He was shifting nervously from one foot to the other, and he seemed lost in deep and lustful thoughts. She came up to him, keeping her distance, and almost panted "We need to talk…"

Alec breathed in her scent and his resolve went into turmoil.

He was the first to close the distance between them. He moved toward her, their bodies only inches from each other, and, gripping her hips firmly, directed her backwards into the elevator just as it arrived and the doors sprung open. A Russian couple exited, their eyes quickly averting from the scene before them.

He pushed her against the cold metal of the elevator sides, her hands flailing to hit the button to close the doors as her hips throbbed against him. Alec gasped and the doors slid shut.

Badly written smut not necessary to storyline

They laid down together on the ground, Antigone resting on top, her face nestled into the nape of Alec's neck, her hand affectionately over his heart. "I'm glad we talked about…" he murmured with a smile as he kissed her hair lightly and her unforgettable eyes slowly closed. Alec stayed within her, and as they drifted off into an exhausted sleep, he felt a strange sensation, like he was safe, protected and at ease, like he was… home.