Kleptomaniac
He felt utterly defeated in this moment with his current situation. He was starting to notice that it was more than just pure sexual drive. The blonde had cracked his soul, and now he wanted something beyond just wanting to sleep with her. He realized he wanted to take care of and protect her.
Today when she had run into his arms and wrapped her arms around him she had been so carefree. His sexual drive had wanted to capitalize on that and bring her back to his place bang the hell out of her and get her out of his system, hopefully.
But when she actually had done the aforementioned action her hair also brushed against him and he took a whiff of it. He had never actually smelled her hair this close without worry about her safety. The fragrance brought on other emotions than just lust. It brought on warm mushy feelings. Instead of a mindless unfilling fuck it brought on the desire to protect to culture and grow.
It was a weird mixture of feelings like what he felt for his garden out in the back of his home mixed with the emotions he felt looking at a leggy woman at the bar. He was scared. He'd always held one rule above all others. NEVER FALL FOR A TEAMMATE.
Now looking back he berated himself for not shutting down the sexual desires sooner. Goddamnit Spenser! His inner self screamed.
What the hell did Parker even have? She already had the hacker eating out the palm of her hand. The grifter had taken her in as a lost puppy dog of sorts. Hell, even the fucking mastermind, the one who was supposed to be smarter and more cunning than all of them combined, seemed to have a special affection for her.
Tonight, unlike the other nights he used his phone to watch some porn to get the sexual needs met before he thought of her. Instead when he closed his eyes and thought of her that night he wanted to give his dream Parker a much different experience.
Entering a half dream state he became somewhat lucid. He saw Parker in the horrendous sweat -pants and t-shirt. But never before had she looked so radiant so amazing. She ran to him again and wrapped her legs around him. Her lips found their way to his mouth. He let his free hand delicately feel her face.
He massaged her temples first before lovingly and sweetly moving to her golden locks. His erection was growing as her legs' grip tightened in a pleasant response to his sweet nature. How the hell did that even happen? He'd just gotten off from the porn he shouldn't have been this ready to go again.
It just felt odd to him considering all the personal details she'd shared with the team while on coms during the con. He could tell that about at least 75 percent of what she was telling Sophie and the rest of the group members had a grain of truth to it.
The manly side of him had wanted to do something in retaliation to the individuals who had caused her the pain. There you go El, that's what had changed to turning her from simply a wet dream fuck buddy, to something more. Her opening up had elicited this. He had such a weird kind of respect for her for being able to open herself up to so many people.
The last time he had actually had a truthful exchange about his feelings and past had been, well to be honest, never.
He had gotten somewhat close with Aimee. But something didn't feel right about it. And maybe that's when he knew that even though he'd placed the ring on her finger she wasn't his endgame.
"Parker, you don't have to ever be scared again," his voice carried out to his empty bedroom. In fantasy land now instead of an instant fuck he brought them both carefuly down to the base of the large tree. Careful to make sure she wasn't injured he placed her on the grass. With one hand he simply cradled her head and wonderful bouncy locks. The other hand began to softly draw shapes and patterns along her now semi exposed abs.
It was like he was playing his guitar on her. The drawstrings on the pants were becoming looser and looser as he lovingly worked around the knot. The final resistance gave way as he strummed down her lower regions. But instead of immediately being brute or lustful he simply admired.
He first softly kissed her lips nibbling a bit. The lips trembled with how soft they were touched. Following a trail he softly applied air like kisses down her chin to the elegant crook of her neck. From there he became a bit more furied and quickly arrived at the center of her chest right in the valley of her womanhood.
His tongue tip softly and quickly gave each side of her chest a lap. Closing his mouth he then began to simply breathe soft blows of air down the rest of her path. At the belly button let his tongue draw a circle around the button.
"Oh God El-," she couldn't even complete her sentence before she shuddered as he slowly continued down. He arrived at the very outer rim of her sweet core. A short sniff and he was rock hard and warm. It was a very strange and new feeling. Being both physically aroused and emotionally aroused at this. It was so close to what he smelled when she buried her face into his neck.
"Love, I'm gonna show you heaven," he crooned as he buried his whole face into her. His nose tickled her clit while his mouth prodded her opening. His hands began to massage her wonderfully toned and limber thighs.
While his tongue began to work itself inside her he hummed a love song into her outer lips. Each small tremor and vibration he gave received a pleasurable squirm or ache of longing from her body. He could feel the heat mounting within her.
"Damn this," she bucked her hips at being so close yet not there it was akin to her being on the last digit of a safe. The hitter was going to show the thief a thing or two about cracking safes.
A few seconds later she was beginning to drip. He could feel the start of a gush come into his mouth. Two more flicks later, he pulled his mouth out and got on his knees.
The hitter cracked the safe of the thief as he pulled himself up and gilded his member into her. A reciprocated climax exploded as the two went limp.
Fantasies of his usually stopped here at this point when he'd been satisfied but not this one. He fell asleep within the fantasy in her. Two bodies interlocked, holding her as so to protect her from the harsh world, and she gave him warmth and her own quirky compassion, which he rarely indulged himself in.
The hitter had never slept so hard or deeply in decades.
AN NOTES
Sorry this took a LONG time. But with this chapter I wanted to do the delicate matters of that episode and this whole part justice. If I had rushed this things may not have been so. Thank you for your patience I appreciate it.
