Chapter 16 - The Bathroom

The assassin hacked into the military satellite going over current data marking out the location of several CIA agents working to protect Margaret Nelson and her loved ones. He smiled to himself and thanked god for the CIA training manual and its rigid set of rules which always put them one step behind their enemies. The CIA of course had more latitude than the FBI when it came to rule breaking but still was confined within a box of regulations which worked out in his favour.

Passing a hand over his eyes which had begun to burn he became excited at the prospect of going head to head with the department again taking his prey. Death was of no concern now, pleasure was all that left and then a one way ticket to hell.

Shuddering at the thought the assassin felt the heat of the room closing in on him and began to shiver. He did not feel right, something was wrong maybe he should go see a doctor.

...Penthouse...

Henry and Mike exited the bathroom together laughing over shared joke when Vicki spotted them. She stood there frozen in place for a second with a look of wonder in her eyes and a small smile playing on the corners of her mouth.

"Are you two ok?" asked Vicki raising her eyebrows looking from one to the other wondering what they had been doing together in the bathroom to cause this much amusement. "Christina isn't back in town again I hope because thats the last time I saw you two hanging out together" she finished.

"No Vicki" replied Mike smiling. "I was just sharing a joke with fang boy" Mike said looking at Henry with a grin.

"Oh, ok, good to see you two getting on, I thought by now you'd be tearing each others throats out. Henry could we talk for a moment in private" Vicki indicated towards the bathroom.

"Of course" replied Henry smiling back as Mike as he walked Vicki in.

Just then Agent Bruce Foster came back out into the room printed wedding invitation samples in hand hoping to get either Henry or Vicki to make a choice. Stopping in his tracks he watched in disbelief as Henry and Vicki walked into the bathroom - together. Not only was Henry bi-sexual and getting it on with tall blond and beautiful Mike but also insatiable. Bruce retreated back to his room again fanning his burning face. Guarding these people was one thing, being around this much sexual energy was another.

...Monitoring Room...

In the CIA monitoring room bets were being placed as to just how many people Henry was going to get alone in the bathroom with the agents laughing at the game unfolding in front of them.

...Penthouse...

"Henry what were you doing with Mike?" asked a curious Vicki walking over the the vanity and looking at her soon to be husband with his beautiful blue eyes and tossled hair falling forward. He always managed to make her heart beat just that little bit faster when he smiled at her. It really was his best visible feature. Henry came over, invading her personal space. Hearing her heart beat speed up Henry gently placing his ear against her chest closing his eyes.

"Feeding Vicki, Mike offered to help me out with my problem" he nuzzled in closer taking in her scent.

"Oh, I'm sorry I forgot, its been a few days hasn't it" said Vicki flustered and pulling back just a little.

"Yes and I can't feed on any human more than once a week without endangering them" he traced his fingers along her jaw line and down her throat watching her pulse.

"So what are you going to do if were stuck here for much longer Henry?" she asked, curious.

"I don't have choice, I can't exactly take a pizza boy into the bathroom with me now can I, as it is the surveillance team must be having a field day watching all this unfold." He crossed his arms across his chest and leaned back against the wall.

"So, what, your going to feed on mom and Bruce?" asked Vicki eyebrows raising.

"As I said I don't have much choice Vicki, I'm sorry. I can at least make Bruce forget" Henry leaned into towards Vicki tracing a finger over her moist lips.

"You know since their probably thinking the worst why don't we make the most of it." Henry kicked the door shut behind him and pinned her against the wall before she even begin to protest.

"What are--"

He kissed her. Hard. Leaving her with no doubt as to what was about to happen.

Vicki moaned against the pressure of lips, then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.

Henry shuddered as he continued to deepen the kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth.

Body to body, hearts beating in time, they rode the building wave of need until waiting another moment longer to be together was impossible. Somewhere in the midst of the kiss clothing was removed. Instinctively Vicki shifted to allow access as Henry took the weight of her body in his arms lifting her. Vicki then stifled a cry when he slid between her legs.

"Have mercy", gasped Henry when she locked her ankles at the base of his spine.

With one simple stroke, all the horror of the past few days was gone.

"Make love to me Henry"

"Oh, my lady... I already am," he said softly and began to move.

The rhythm of their bodies matched the rhythm of their hearts, keeping time to a song only lovers could hear. Over and over the beat continued, taking them further and further away from reality until finally it was Vicki who fell first.

One moment she was lost in the mind-blowing pleasure of their love making, in the next it was as if the force of her climax made her lose her breath as she swiftly came undone. Before she could gather her senses Henry gave one low, guttural groan that came from deep inside releasing himself within her. .

Panting, catching his breath as he gently lowered her to the floor leaning their foreheads together he spoke.

"See you do like making love in bathroom after all" Henry chuckled nuzzling her neck and tasting the salty perspiration.

...assassin...

Hospital lights hurt his eyes, pain radiated up both arms. Where was he, the assassin. The hospital, the hospital echoed in his brain. Over the last 2 days the burning within his body the hacking cough had become unbearable making even his plans for revenge disappear into the mist.

The doctors had admitted his as an emergency after his collapse on the street. Gently pushing him back down onto the bed they explained he would be in hospital for sometime as he had one of the more deadly strains the the Asian flu.

The assassin chuckled to himself, the great assassin was having his plans thwarted by the flu! Maybe it was a sign for the Devil to take his time.