Disclaimer: I do NOT own Sue Thomas F B Eye but I wish I did.
Just my own little fic.
Set sometime after Endings & Beginnings.
I've had a request for a Tara/Bobby fic. I will have a think and see what I can do. No promises though, I can't picture them so I think I'll struggle.
The Siege
It was late morning and absolute mayhem.
Hundreds, maybe even thousands, of FBI Agents were milling around, rushing up and down the street, talking in to phones and walkie talkies or screaming instructions at people. SWAT vans lined one side of the street, whilst Bomb Squad units lined up opposite. Civilians were were removed from the area and the surrounding streets whilst road blocks were put in place. Pedestrians and tourists were nowhere to be seen.
Jack was half walking half running from the south side of the building, his phone held up to his ear.
"Yes, Sir." he said in to the phone. There was a moments silence. "Yes, Sir." he said again. "OK, sir."
He hung up and ran part way up the street towards the main entrance, where there was a huge gathering of Agents awaiting instructions and details on the current events.
Sirens were screaming as they headed towards the FBI building and warning bells blared from inside the dull concrete building and parking garage.
Jack spotted his unit hovering in the gap between the SWAT vans and Bomb Disposal vehicles.
"Well?" asked Bobby, quickly taking a few steps forward to greet him. "Whats happening?"
Jack shook his head as he met with his team. "I've just had the Mayor on the phone. Nobody seems entirely sure what's going on but someone received a call, a bomb threat. Apparently there are explosives somewhere within the building". revealed Jack, looking up and down the street at the chaos. "Just before I spoke to the Mayor I was on to the Director. He received a call, not 5 minutes before speaking to me, from an unknown source stating that the building is about to be stormed. They didn't mention by whom or what organisation they work for. Any and all persons still inside... ." he trailed off. "Let's just say, he used the words 'Hope and Pray'."
His unit was gathered around him and others from different units had stopped to hear what was going on. Some pulling out their phones and other devices to communicate what they knew to other teams and units.
"It's crazy out here." came Tara's voice. She looked away from her laptop, which was open and sitting on the bonnet of a cop car, and looked towards Lucy and Dee who were both setting up other systems on the hard ground next to her.
Jack looked surprised.
Her lip twitched in response. "Computers are my job. I have back up systems for my back up systems."
He nodded, he wasn't surprised.
"We need this street clearing. Can we move unnecessary people into the park? That's been blocked off too to stop prying eyes."
"Myles, please go see if you can move these people back. I want minimal people only inside these barricades." he said, then looked back towards Tara. "We need to find out how many are still inside, and where they are." He called to Tara. "Can you see what you can do?"
"I'm on it. Just waiting for security details to download and Dee is trying to link up to the cameras, they are currently jammed but we're working on it."
"Ok."said Jack, as he loosened his tie and headed towards the commanders of SWAT and Bomb Squad..
Jack reached them and their teams as they huddled together discussing what little they knew.
"Jack Husdon." he said, introducing himself. "I'm in charge of the FBI side of things. Please tell me that you know more than I do."
They each nodded their acknowledgment, no time for pleasantries.
"I'm Dan Barrow, Bomb Disposal. This is James Gibson from SWAT. Honestly, we don't know what to think. We've heard two different stories; a hold up and a bomb threat.."
Jack sighed. "That's all I've heard too. We're trying to find out how many there are inside and further details, my unit have set up over there..." he said, pointing to the tribe inbetween the vehicles.
"You have any gear?" asked the SWAT commander.
Jack shook his head and gritted his teeth. "Everything is inside or in the trucks."
"It's OK, we have spare plates and kevlar." James quickly turned towards the rear of his vehicle and pulled out a large duffel, then handed it to Jack. "Should be fine for one situation but sadly won't be much help for the other. There should be ten in there, plus spares in the rest of our fleet. Send your agents down for them."
Jacked nodded his thanks and shouldered the bag.
"Give us five minutes, we'll find you and go from there." said Dan Barrow. He was built like a wrestler but looked no older than twenty.
Again, Jack nodded his thanks.
The sun was hot and high in the sky as he headed back towards his team.
He pulled out his mic and ear piece from his jacket pocket and fitted them. Then, dropping the bag of bullet proof vests he took off his tie and loosened his collar, then dropped his jacket by the bag on the ground.
The street was almost cleared of agents now, Myles had successfully moved them all on to the park, leaving around twenty on this side of the building.
Cupping his hands around his mouth, he yelled to the remaining agents. "Everyone listen up."
Silence instantly fell, his authoritive voice gaining their attention and making them move closer. "For those remaining please make your way to SWAT units for vests. And stay in this area, hopefully we will know more in a few minutes." he swallowed. "And, those of you who are owed favours, now might be a good time to call on them. I want to know what the hell is going on inside our building."
Pulling out his gun, he checked that it was loaded and in working order before replacing it in the holster at his right hip.
He pulled out a vest and strapped it on, the plates cool against his body. Although they wouldn't be cooling for long; not in this heat.
"OK, guys..." he pointed at the vests, speaking to his team.
"Camera links are loading now, we should have them any minute." said Dee, standing and moving over towards Jack for a vest.
He nodded and took a good look around.
The remaining agents were now hovering around SWAT and Bomb Disposal, strapping on plates or kevlar vests. Some were on their phones, others were on laptops, trying to link in to the systems. He turned back towards his team.
Tara was now vested up and back at her computer tapping away at the keyboard.
Bobby was next to her pulling on his vest.
Lucy was already kitted up and idly scratching Levi's head.
And Myles was on his way back down the street towards them, a local informant in tow.
Howie.
"Great." mumbled Jack.
Then he gasped. His eyes widened with worry.
His thoughts hit him square in the chest so hard he felt the air leave his lungs.
Snapping his head towards Lucy, he almost snarled. "Lucy, where's Sue?"
She looked up slowly, her eyes wide. "What do you mean? She was with you!"
"No, No. No. I haven't seen her for a while." he rattled out. "She was with me in interrogation, then her phone went and she said she'd meet us in the bull pen. But then this..."
He swallowed.
Lucy stood sharply.
"Oh no..." Jack turned to face the grey concrete building.
"Jack... She can't hear the alarms. If she's in a room she won't see the lights." she whispered, her eyes wide and her mouth gaping.
"The line's either jammed or she's still on the phone." said Tara, still tapping away at her computer.
For a long moment he felt the earth shift beneath his feet. He swayed and stumbled but then he took off running towards the building, calling over his shoulder. "Find her on the cameras. Now! And turn off the ringing alarms."
He could hear people yelling at him to stop.
He heard Bobby scream to the SWAT team. "STAND DOWN. STAND DOWN".
His heart was beating wildly in his chest and his his feet were pounding the tarmac as he ran closer to the entrance. He was expecting to hear a gunshot, or to feel a bullet hit the lead plate at his back. But it didn't come. He ran as if his life depended on it.
Sue's life depended on it.
At the glass doors he stopped and pulled out his weapon.
Cautiously he looked through glass and seeing nothing he slowly opened them and walked inside.
On high alert, he was straining to hear something; anything. But all was silent. He made his way carefully towards the stairwell and slowly pushed through the door. All that he could hear was his own footsteps. He pushed open the stairwell door, listening carefully he entered and slowly made his way to the first step. Straining to hear he slowly crept up the first few steps and then started to move quicker, keeping his back against the wall and his gun pointing upwards. Step after step he climbed higher. The stairs were stuffy and he could feel sweat running down his spine.
Oh God, let her be safe. Please let her be safe. He thought.
He heard a door close somewhere above him and he froze. Listened.
For a few long moments he didn't move.
Didn't breath.
But he heard nothing further.
He started up the steps again. Slowly.
Minutes could've been hours, he didn't know how long he'd been inside now.
He reached the 4th landing and he heard Tara's voice in his ear.
He startled.
"Jack, do you copy?"
"Tara, please tell me good news."
"We still can't find Sue."
He growled with frustration.
"Any count on the people left in the building?" he asked.
"Not a definite number but we don't think it's many. We have reports of seeing at least six men wearing ski masks with weapons, they each had a gun. Everyone from the labs are accounted for and the labs are locked. All visitors and domestic staff are also accounted for. We're just unsure on Agents but there are people filtering out through the garage. Luckily this time of day many agents are out in the field. Howie knows something, he's with the guys now. I'll let you know when I know more. Over."
Jack sighed and took a deep breath then started to move.
He heard another noise, this time coming from behind the door which he was just passing. He froze and pushed himself up against the wall. The door moved slightly and he turned and aimed his weapon towards it.
"Tara," he whispered. "I need eyes on 4th floor, towards the north stairwell."
"Not all Cameras are back up, Jack. We don't have the 4th floor."
"Has SWAT entered yet?"
"No, Bomb Squad are going to start in the garage and working their way up. They know you're in there and they are aware of Sue being in there."
"You still can't get hold..."
"Ssshhh... Jack hold on." she cut him off and Jack could hear her talking to someone else.
The line crackled in his ear.
"Jack, Sue's down on minus one, just walked out of interrogation room B3. I can't see anyone else down there. There's no alarm lights, just alarms. She still doesn't know."
She spoke so quickly that it took Jack a second or two to understand her.
"Shit." he swore and took off running back down the stairs he'd just climbed, forgetting all about the noise he heard behind the door.
"Tara, block the lifts. Make sure she can't use one. And get someone to the 4th floor, there's someone there."
"On it."
He practically flew down the stairs, using the railings as leverage as he swung himself down level by level. He knew he wasn't being quiet, he was past caring. All he cared about was finding Sue before someone else did.
A door slammed somewhere above him. Then a gunshot rang out, the bullet ricocheting off the concrete somewhere in the stairwell. Heavy footsteps started to move quickly down the steps.
"Tara, we have gunshots. Someone is in the stairwell, not sure if it's me they're shooting at. Where's Sue?"
"Feeds gone down again and the phone lines are still jammed."
He made it to minus one, ripping open the door he ran straight in to Sue.
She screamed and in self defense pushed at Jack.
She was strong but Jack had adrenaline on his side and he hardly moved, her fist hitting hard against the lead at this chest.
He didn't think, he just grabbed her wrist, a lot harder than he meant to, and he pulled her back down the corridor she'd just walked up.
"Jack..." she cried as he dragged her along. "Jack, stop."
She stumbled.
He didn't stop until he reached B3 and pushed her through the door.
She went flying across the room, catching herself at the wall.
He slammed the door shut and leaned against it, then doubled over to try to ease his breathing.
"Jack." came her voice, louder than he liked.
Still bent over and breathing hard he held up a hand to stop her.
He could feel her looking at him.
Thank God. He thought.
It took him a long few moments to pull himself together.
Holstering his gun, he stood and walked over to her. He held a finger to his mouth, warning her to stay quiet.
"Are you OK?" he signed.
She looked at him confused.
He started to remove the lead vest.
"Are you OK?" he asked again, his voice hardly even a whisper.
"I'm fine, Jack. What's going on?"
"Sshhh..." he warns, gesturing with his hand. "Take off your jacket." he demanded.
"What?"
"Shhh... just do it."
"Not until you tell me what's going on." she whispered in frustration.
Gritting his teeth, he spoke as he completely removed the plates. "Something's going on, we're not sure what. We've been told that there are explosives in the building and there's some people with weapons who should not be here. Now, take off you jacket."
Watching him, slowly Sue takes it off and removes the badge as she takes in what Jack has just told her. She clips it onto her pants, she then removes her phone from the pocket.
Jack takes the phone and slips it in the back pocket of his trousers and then fits the vest on to her, fastening it securely. He can see that shes uncomfortable with it, tugging and attempting to straighten it up, but she says nothing.
"Tara?" he asks in to the mic.
"Go ahead."
"I have Sue. What's going on."
"Some cameras are back up, I'm looking now. I'll let you know in a sec. I'm patching Dee in now, he has some news."
"Jack," came Dee's voice. "Howie heard through the grape-vine this morning about disgruntled gang members. A few weeks ago there was a bust. Over one point two million dollars worth of cocaine and heroin, among other drugs were seized. Howie believes that it's the drugs that they're after. Another rumor, hopefully, but the Cartel was also mentioned. We're working on it. "
Sighing angrily, Jack hit the wall with his fist.
Evidence lockers were on the floor below where he and Sue now stood. They had to move.
"OK, we're about to head out. Tara, do you have eyes on anything?"
"Can't see much but there's movement on the ground floor. Bomb Squad have cleared the parking garage. If you can get there you can get out."
"Keep on it and keep talking to me, Tara."
"Got it."
Jack turned to Sue, he could see a hundred questions in her eyes.
"Where's Levi?" she whispered, eyes downcast.
"Safe."
She didn't look convinced.
"I promise." he added softly seeing the look in her eyes.
She nodded.
"We have to move. You stay behind me. Do as I say." he warned. "If I tell you to run, you run. Head to the garage to get out. If anything happens to me, you run. You understand?"
His voice sounded desperate.
All he knew was that he had to get her out of the building.
"No, Jack I won't leave..."
He grabbed her wrist.
"You do exactly as I say." he almost snarled at her. "Do you understand?"
She swallowed and nodded at the look of terror across his face. She could see he was scared. But not for himself.
"Yes." she whispered.
They needed to go down two floors and cross to the opposite side of the building to get out.
He pulled her over to the door, let go of her wrist and pulled out his weapon again. He quietly opened the door and looked out. Listening, he decided all was quiet and they moved out. Jack lead her across the floor in silence, stopping at every corner and door way to listen. When they arrived at the door to the stairwell he carefully opened it and listened.
He turned to her and signed. "Down two and out."
She nodded.
He startled at a gunshot but he couldn't make out where it came from.
She touched his arm in question.
"Gunshot." was all he replied.
She looked around but there was nothing to see.
He cocked his head away from her, telling her to follow. He walked through the door silently, Sue behind him. Keeping their backs up against the wall they walked down the steps as quietly as possible. Jack had his weapon pointing downwards as they moved. There was a noise in the stairwell above them. Jack froze and held out his arm to stop her. He held a finger to his mouth warning her to be quiet.
Again, silence followed.
They started to move down further.
"Jack." came the voice in his ear.
"Yeah." he whispered and pointed to his ear so that Sue knew who he was talking to.
"We believe the explosives are with the perps, in holdalls or backpacks or something. We think they plan on using them for the evidence lockers. SWAT have entered on the ground floor."
"OK."
Reaching the floor they needed Jack hesitantly pulled open the door and they walked through. Jack turned in both directions quickly pointing his weapon. Nodding slightly he motioned for Sue to follow.
He knew she was scared, her face was paler than usual and it hit him that she could never navigate a situation like this on her own. If he hadn't found her...
He swallowed, again grateful for her safety.
They needed to walk past a few offices and then they would be at the garage.
The were walking along the corridor towards they doorway they needed when a door opened in front of them. Someone stepped out carrying a black backpack and a silver gun in their hand.
Jack pushed Sue back behind him and up against the wall then raised his weapon at the same time as the man in front of them.
Two shots fired simultaneously, followed by a split second of silence, which seemed to last forever.
Sue saw the man in front of them hit the floor, blood covering his chest.
Then she watched in horror as Jack stumbled backwards into the wall and then slid down it.
Blood was seeping through his blue shirt from his shoulder.
For a long moment she stood there stunned.
Jack had been hit.
"Go." he said, looking her in the eyes. "I'll follow you."
He was breathing fast.
He growled in agony and clenched his teeth hard as blood gushed from the wound at his shoulder.
Moving quickly Sue knelt in front of him and whispered into his mic, "Jack's down. I repeat, Agent down."
He should've known she wouldn't leave him.
When she pressed her hand hard against his wound stars flashed in his eyes and the world tilted.
His ears were ringing.
Sue was talking to him quietly but he couldn't make out what she was saying.
He took a few deep breaths.
Then a few more for good measure.
"Tara. I'm OK." he grumbled. "We're heading out."
He pushed up to his feet, making Sue remove her hand, and took a few more breaths. He wobbled but he managed to stay upright.
Wiping her hands on her trousers he was expecting her to argue with him but she didn't.
There was a noise behind them, a door opening and closing and then the scuffle of feet.
He grabbed her hand and they ran down the corridor.
Ignoring the pain he dragged Sue behind him, stopping briefly to kick away the near dead assailants gun and giving the backpack a wide berth. He swung her around the corner and through a doorway into a small bull pen. They slowed a little as they made their way around the tables and chairs. Computers were whirring away and the smell of coffee lingered in the air.
Tara was talking in his ear but not to him, she was reeling off details and shouting orders to someone outside.
He looked at the wound on his shoulder, there was a lot of blood but it had eased off a little.
He knew the bullet was lodged inside and he knew he needed to move his shoulder as little as possible or risk losing full use of his left arm.
As they reached door which lead into the parking garage he heard an angry cry from where they'd just come from.
"I'll kill you, you son-of-a-bitch." came the voice behind them.
Jack now pulled Sue in front of him and pushed her through the door. He looked around quickly to see if it could be barricaded with something; anything, but there was nothing to use. He started to run again.
He could see her just in front of him as they ran across the car park to the exit ramp.
He could see daylight.
The door into the garage slammed shut behind them.
There was a gunshot and Jack felt the heat of the bullet as it passed him.
He moved to the left so that he was directly behind Sue.
They made it to the bottom of the ramp.
"Tara, be advised we are exiting the garage. I repeat, we are exiting the garage." he shouted in to the mic.
"Thank God." she replied. "Copy that."
He ran a few more steps.
Sue was almost out.
There was a rumble under his feet and the building shook.
Concrete chips and dust rained down on them.
It happened almost in slow motion. Frame by frame Jack knew what was happening.
Sue screamed and lifted her hands up to protect her head. But she kept running.
Concrete pillars were crumbling around them.
Cars full of fuel were igniting as the heat and the force of the explosion pushed them together.
They kept running.
The garage groaned with the pressure.
Car alarms were screeching and then burning out.
He could feel the heat from the flames licking at his body.
His weapon fell from his hand as he lunged. Catching Sue in his arms he threw himself down on top of her, they landed hard just beyond the ramp. Her body shielded by his.
She screamed.
Daylight beat down on them.
Then he felt the explosion rip through the garage.
Heat surrounded them in a tight grasp.
For a long time nothing happened.
It was near silent.
Deadly.
He didn't release Sue from his hold.
He didn't move; didn't breathe.
His ears were ringing again.
His eyes were stinging with the thick, black smoke which was billowing out of the garage.
His throat and lungs were on fire.
Sue lay motionless beneath him but he could feel her breathing.
For a long time he didn't move.
He strained to hear with his ringing ears and he squeezed his eyes shut, willing his sight to be clear when he opened them.
His vision was blurred but he could make out what was going on.
He let out a long breath which he didn't realise he was holding.
The smoke was easing up.
He was starting to hear again, all be it muffled sounds, and he took some deep breaths.
Finally he lifted his body from hers and rolled her over.
Her eyes were wide; shocked.
Her face pale and covered with dust.
Looking her up and down he found a cut on her cheek and a deep gash on her temple.
A deep sigh of relief escaped his mouth.
He reached and touched her cheek with the back of his fingers. "Thank God." he whispered. "Are you OK?"
She cleared her throat and nodded her head. "I'm OK." she whispered, her voice croaky.
Her words were his undoing.
She was safe. She'd be fine.
He fell on to his back.
The adrenaline had now dissipated.
The pain in his shoulder hit him with a vengeance.
His head was spinning and his vision blurred again.
Nausea made him start to cough, his chest rattling with smoke inhalation as he wretched.
Sue was above him and he vaguely heard her saying his name.
He felt her press against his shoulder and shout for help.
He cried out in agony and the darkness pulled him under.
FBI FBI FBI FBI FBI FBI FBI FBI FBI FBI FBI FBI FBI FBI FBI FBI FBI FBI FBI FBI FBI FBI FBI
The next night, after he was released from hospital he was sitting in front of the TV. The news was on and all they talking about was what had happened at the FBI building. Dee had taken over the case as soon as Jack took off running into the building. Details were still sketchy but from what he'd heard from his team and the news was that the Cartel had nothing to do with what happened. If they had been it would've been a lot more organized and they likely would've managed to pull it off. After the building had been cleared, there were ten bodies, eleven including the guy who set off the explosives in the car park. They guy Jack had shot was his brother, he wanted the revenge. I looks like the gang members had turned on each other once inside, only four making it out alive. Two of them were in hospital, one in jail and one on the run. The remaining bodies were innocent victims, agents and other workers who were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
He sighed and turned off the TV.
He was in trouble for rushing back into the building without back up. He should've been suspended, but with his injuries he will be off for at least two weeks, they figured that would be punishment enough for the moment. And he knew that he'd be on desk duties for a while once he returned.
But he didn't regret what he did.
He got Sue out of the building, relatively unscathed.
Even if he was fired it would've been worth it.
His shoulder throbbed and the sling around his neck was already irritating him.
A knock on his door pulled him from his thoughts and he made his way over to open it.
"Sue." he smiled, pulling open the door.
She returned his smile as he moved aside to let her in and he scratched at Levi's head as he trotted past.
"How are you feeling?"
Huffing a breath he replied "Like I've been shot."
She pursed her lips.
He smiled. "I'm fine. Sore, but fine. How are you?" he asked softly.
His voice was still hoarse from all the smoke.
"I'm OK, I guess." she held up the bag she was carrying. "I figured I would you make you dinner. It's the least I can do after you saved my life."
Little did she realise that's she'd saved his life too. Saving her is what spurred him on to keep moving through the building.
They made their way into the kitchen
Smiling he replied. "You know we could've just ordered Chinese. Or pizza."
She put down the bag of food and looked at him.
"We could, but this way there will be leftovers, enough for a few days. You need to eat properly."
"Not if you came to cook for me every night..." he said smiling.
"I don't think so." she replied with a wink. "Unlike you I have to go back to work."
He laughed, then winced as a sharp pain pulsed across his shoulder. Lifting his right hand he rubbed at the area where the bullet hit.
"Jack, you're bleeding."
He looked down to see a small spot of blood on his t-shirt.
He nodded. "Dressing needs changing. I'll go clean up and you can make a start?" he pointed to the box on the counter top, asking her to pass it over.
She moved over to it and rummaged through it, checking out the dressings, creams and ointments he'd brought home from the hospital.
He smiled as he watched her pull out the items which would be required to change his dressing and clean the wound.
"Do you need help undressing?" she asked as she turned towards him.
Blinking, he stared at her before finally attempting to speak.
"No..." he croaked and tried again. "No."
She was watching him now, waiting for him to remove his t-shirt so that she could clean the wound and re-dress it.
He swallowed.
He didn't want her to see it.
"Jack!"
"I can manage, you know."
"I know you can, but I'm here to help. So take off your shirt."
She quirked her brow.
He sighed, a small smile pulled at his lips and he started to lift the sling from around his neck. Lifting the t-shirt from the right side of his body was awkward. He couldn't maneuver in an easy way to take it off, not without groaning with the pain.
Then he felt her take hold of the hem and slowly ease it up. Her fingers lightly brushed against his ribs as he pulled his right arm out. She then helped lift the shirt over his head and she held his left arm in place as she pulled the shirt the rest of the way off.
Carefully she started to peel back the dressing.
He could do nothing but watch her as she peeled the last of it away.
"Do you have a clean cloth?." she asked.
For some reason he found it hard to speak so he just pointed to a drawer by the sink.
She pulled one out and turned on the hot water tap and proceeded to wash her hands. Then turned to look at him as she dried them off.
"Are you OK?"
He nodded. Words were badly failing him.
Wetting the cloth under the water and wringing it out, she then gently dabbed at the wound, wiping away the blood.
"It looks good." she whispered. "No sign of infection."
For a few minuted she patted and rubbed at the wound and surrounding area. Then applied the array of creams and ointments, which he didn't have a clue what they for.
She washed her hands again then picked up the dressings and frowned.
"Normal or waterproof?" she asked, lifting her face so that she could see his mouth.
He cleared his throat.
"Waterproof." he whispered. "I need to shower."
And he did need to shower. He hadn't had once since returning from the hospital.
Nodding, she opened the the sachet and peeled back the paper then covered the wound, gently smoothing out the edges of the plaster.
She was so delicate with him it took his breath away.
He's not sure when he did it but he realised his right hand was resting on her hip, slightly pulling her towards him.
Her right had was cupped against the fresh dressing whilst the fingers of her left hand lightly trailed across his chest. She looked up at him through thick lashes. "Thank you, Jack. For coming back for me."
"Anytime." he replied.
"You could've died..."
"So could you..."
"You gave me your vest." she whispered.
He pulled her closer and held her gaze.
Leaning in to her he softly brushed his lips against hers.
Her fingers danced across his chest as she kissed him back Then they smoothly slid up to caress his cheeks and then fall loosely around his neck.
For a long time their mouths caressed eachothers. Soft and gentle kisses quickly turned passionate. Kisses so intense that the desperation between them was palpable.
He needed her and she needed him.
He knew it was wrong.
The timing wasn't right.
But he couldn't bring himself to pull away. Her mouth was hot against his. And he could feel the need in her, mirroring his own.
She felt incredible. Her fingers were now playing across his shoulders, lightly stroking along and leaving a trail of heat after them.
With his left arm still held in place between them, he slowly turned them both so that Sue was pressed up against the counter top.
A soft moan came from her mouth.
He smiled against her.
He felt her tongue push against his lips and he complied, allowing her access.
He groaned, a deep rumble in his chest.
It startled her and she gasped and pulled away from him.
Her breathing was ragged, again matching his.
She swallowed and looked him.
Her face was a crossover of pleasure, desperation and embarrassment.
"I'm so sorry." he told her making no move to release her.
She swallowed again but smiled slightly, embarrassment flashing in her eyes.
"I should..." she gestured around. "Make a start on dinner."
His lip twitched and he nodded, still holding her body against him.
She didn't try to move from his hold, the feel of him holing her was all that she'd ever wanted.
She smiled.
He smiled in return.
Leaning in once more her kissed her head, then he reluctantly released her.
He cleared his throat.
"Yeah, I should er..." he pointed towards the bathroom. "I'll take a shower."
He now needed a shower more than anything; preferably a cold one.
He watched her for a long time after she's turned away and started to clear away the dressing and supplies, before pulling out the food and start to prep it.
Eventually, still smiling he headed for the bathroom.
The End