Title: Alpha Female
Series: The Tank Top Chronicles
Author: jellie_rayneluv
Rating: M/NC-17 - adult sexual content
Summary: Ellie's driving John crazy...This part is from Ellie's POV. And yes, she does know what she's doing to John, or at least what she is trying to do. She just doesn't know if it's working.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Just like to play with 'em
Spoilers: Some reference to events in Chuck Vs The Undercover Lover. After which my story veers off from Canon. Ellie and Devon both realize that they aren't as perfect for each other as they thought and have split. There are no bad feelings between them, and Devon is not the "bad guy" just the "wrong guy".
Authors note: This is the 2nd of probably four or more in a series of I am calling the "Tank Top Chronicles". The number of chapters is increasing as I think of, or someone else gives me ideas.
SPECIAL THANKS to brandywine00 for Two upcoming chapters that she gave me the idea for :) AND for her Beta Reading ...wunnaful, wunnaful.
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Ellie paced back and forth in her living room, sneaking occasional peeks out her front window. She was hoping to catch a glimpse of John if and when he left his apartment. Then maybe she could come up with some reason to intercept was frustrated. She'd been, subtly, trying to get John's attention for a few weeks now. Okay, maybe she hadn't been so subtle with the "Fork Me, Please" incident. Jeez, what was it going to take? Was she going to have to club him over the head and drag him into her bedroom? Maybe as a last resort.
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As she recalled, she'd gotten some kind of response from him that day. He'd gripped the counter and zoned out, and Ellie thought for a minute he was about to be sick. Then she realized it was something else entirely as she had gotten closer to him ... when she invaded his space and pressed her body against his, she'd known. Yep, entirely something else. Part of John Casey had definitely come to attention that afternoon in his not all of him had fully committed. He'd merely come to from his reverie and rested his hands on her hips. She had hoped it was the beginning of something else, but to no avail. Instead of accepting what she thought had been an obvious invitation, picking her up, wrapping her legs around him and taking her there in his kitchen, he had just stood there, unmoving; staring at her like a deer caught in the headlights.
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Maybe his heart and his brain just weren't as into her as another certain part of him. His heart, however, as far as Ellie was concerned didn't need to be involved. She had just come out of a long term relationship with Devon. She wasn't looking for another. Nope, no metaphorical heart needed. The brain, however, was the real sexual organ. She just needed both of John's 'brains" to get on the same page.
Sure, he was her neighbor and a friend to both herself and Chuck, someone she saw on a regular basis: in the courtyard, parking area, the pool, or a planned 'family' dinner. That didn't mean that a purely sexual encounter or two, or ten between them should make things awkward.
She wasn't looking for happily ever after, but a long, hot sizzling affair between two consenting adults might be nice. They were both full grown adults. Now if she could just get John to be 'consenting' things could be very interesting.
She knew he wasn't seeing anyone. There were never any women leaving his apartment. He didn't spend the night away from his apartment very often. She'd often pass him as they were both coming in late - she from work, he from where? - she didn't know, but he was always alone.
For a brief time, she thought with dismay that John might be gay, but was happy to discover he wasn't when she saw him kissing a really pretty woman in the courtyard one morning. It was right about the same time that she and Devon were splitting up. She had asked Chuck about her. He had only told her that she was an old girlfriend, Ilsa. John had run into her a few days before. She was gone now, and probably would never be back.
Ellie's heart broke just a little as she recalled the way John looked as he watched Ilsa walk away. He had said something to her and she had turned to look at him one last time before leaving. Ellie couldn't hear their conversation, but she could see that it was intense. But watching that kiss John gave Ilsa, just before she left, had sparked something in Ellie. She started seeing John in a whole new light, feeling tingly in all the best places whenever she saw him.
So she had decided that she wanted him in the worst way and now she just had to chase him until he caught her. She had flirted, given him what she thought were sensuous smiles, taken every opportunity she could find to make some sort of bodily contact. She'd been sending him messages with her tank tops too. And nothing. Well almost nothing. Yet, she still hadn't managed to give him that final nudge he needed to give her what she wanted.
Ellie was beginning to think it might not matter. He was like a stone wall, and she was finding it hard to gage his reactions. Had she gotten so rusty that she couldn't use her feminine wiles on her handsome neighbor? God, she hoped not.
Maybe he really wasn't getting the message. Maybe she needed to take a more hands on approach, she thought as she selected today's torturous tank. The periwinkle one that said "Alpha Female" across the bust line.
Looking out her window again, she spied John on his way out to wash his Crown Vic. Ellie smiled as she thought of a wet, soapy John glistening in the sun. She started to get an idea. She quickly pulled on a pair of denim shorts and the winning tank of the day and headed out to "assist" John in his efforts, slipping on a pair of flip flops as she headed out the door.
She was humming a happy tune to herself as she walked briskly towards the parking area where she knew she would find John. It only took a few minutes to reach the perimeter of the parking area and she stopped at the edge, stepping behind a large palm tree so she could watch John for a few minutes before approaching him. He was just were she had suspected.
There he was by his precious automobile, soaping her up really well. He was wearing a light blue t-shirt that was already wet and clinging to his back, which only brought attention to the muscled expanse. His dark blue shorts, sat low on his hips, just baggy enough for her to easily get her hands inside them, if she tried.
When he bent a certain way, or squatted down to wash the rims on his Vic, the material pulled tightly across his firm ass. And what an ass it was; fine, round, taut,. Had she ever seen an ass more perfect.? She suddenly thought of a peach and how much she'd like to take a bite. "Talk about 'Juicy'." She smiled wickedly and continued her voyeuristic enjoyment.
His back was to her as he reached over the roof of his car. She admired the way he moved so gracefully, so lovingly, as he swept his sponge-filled hands over the shiny metal surface. It was like a lover's caress. She wondered how those hands would feel moving over her own skin, exploring her body, enticing her every reaction. She shivered at the licked her lips. All sorts of images were filling her mind, things she wanted to do to him ... if her courage didn't fail her.
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She'd move in very slowly and quietly ... hoping he didn't notice her approach, until she was right behind him. She would press her breasts against his back as she snaked her arms around him and under his shirt. "Hello, John," she'd whisper to him. Then she'd begin a tactile exploration of his toned chest, winding her fingers through the spattering of hair, moving up, seeking his nipples. He would be surprised at first, but would relax underneath her ministrations.
When she was sure that she had the man's undivided attention, she would up the ante just a bit ... see how far she could go before he stopped her. If he stopped her.
She'd glide one hand, achingly slow down his abs, feeling his muscles twitching beneath her fingertips as she discovered all the most sensitive spots ... cataloging them for future reference. When she reached his navel, she'd swirl one finger around it before walking her fingers down the path of hair that she knew led to what she really wanted.
She'd creep one hand under the waist band of his shorts and whatever underwear he had on underneath and close her hand around his shaft, and she would begin to stoke him. Slowly. Torturously. John would groan and buck back against her and she'd grind her hips into his ass and press her breasts more firmly against his back.
Her own arousal would start to escalate as she continued her caresses on his shaft, which would be growing larger by the second. She'd slip her hand back further and fondle his balls, scraping her nails lightly over the hyper-sensitive skin. Her other hand would go to work once more on his nipples. Pinching them. Rubbing them. Working them in to erect peaks, even as her own stiffened against his wet back.
When she could feel a wetness forming between her own thighs, she would raise up on her toes and latch on to the back of John's neck , biting and sucking with enthusiasm. He would lean back into her, reaching around his own body to grip at her body, meshing them closer 'd kiss a path along his neck until she reached his ear. Her tongue would lap at his earlobe for a few seconds before she gave it a playful bite, drawing it between her teeth. Then she'd let go and whisper to him, "Submit to me, John."
If things went according to her plan, Ellie mused, John would indeed submit to her every desire. His voice would break slightly as he said, "I surrender."
Knowing that victory was hers, and that to the victor went the spoils, she'd give a wicked laugh, "Very good, John. I was so hoping you would. Now, what should I do with you, Hmmm?"
She'd slowly remove her hand from the front of his pants, turning him to face her. His breath would be coming in heavy pants, as would hers, as she shoved him back against the car. Getting bolder still, she'd run both hands beneath his shirt, pulling it up and baring his chest for her examination.
As she slid down his body, and her hands moved up, she'd attack his exposed skin with gusto. She's suck here and there, drawing his flesh into her mouth. A kiss against his side, a scrap of teeth above his pelvic bone, a swirl of the tongue around and then into his navel. There would be no staying in one location for long. There'd be no pattern to her exploration, no rhyme or reason She'd move from place to place, wanting to keep him guessing as to her next move, driving him to distraction.
Then she'd drag her nails down his sides, his muscles spasming beneath her tantalizing touch. Reaching behind him, she'd grasp onto his firm buttocks and pull his groin to her chest and she would feel his erection pressing between her breasts. Looking up at him, she'd see him looking down at her, his teeth clenched as he tried to remain in control.
Before too long, her own lust, fueled by John's reactions, would start to overwhelm her. It would be time to implement the next part of her plan, and she'd let go of John's supple backside and stand up. She'd grab John's hands and press them into her breasts and he'd smile at her, starting to take some modicum of control and he'd knead them between his nimble fingers.
Standing up on the tips of her toes she'd clutch at the short hair on the back of his neck, pulling his head back, exposing his throat to her hungry mouth. She'd latch onto him, working her way up to his ear. Then with a husky voice she'd groan, "Do you like this, John?"
"Yessss..." he'd hiss, as she again rubbed against him.
"Yeah, you do ... I can feel it." She'd pull his head down to her, meeting his lips with her own and kiss him. It wouldn't be some chaste, innocent kiss either ... innocence had long ago left the building. It would be deep, brutal, hot and needful. Before breaking the kiss she'd draw his top lip between her teeth and suck on it for a few seconds.
His hands would be gripping her hips now, pulling her impossibly closer to him as he ground his pelvis into her. And she'd feel it all right, how ready he was. Such a good little soldier, standing at attention ... and all for her. Well, not so little, she'd smirk as she reached down to give his 'not so little' soldier a good tug through his shorts.
She'd raise up again to whisper to him. "I hope you're ready for me, John ... because I'm gonna fu..."
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She never got to finish that thought as she was interrupted by someone snapping their fingers in front of her face. She could hear someone calling her name. It took her a second to shake herself out of her waking dream to see who had interrupted her.
Finally seeing who it was she cursed to herself, 'Damn it, Morgan.'
"Hey, Ellie" he said, "Is everything okay? You've been standing there, like, for twenty minutes. What are you doing out here anyway?'"
"I'm fine Morgan," she snapped at him. "I just came out here to ... " she paused, 'To molest my neighbor,' her inner voice chimed. "To ... damn, I forgot what I wanted. Oh well, it must not have been that important," she replied as she looked over Morgan's shoulder to see that John had finished washing his car and was organizing his supplies to store in his garage space.
"Really?" Morgan inquired. "That's not like you Ellie. Are you sure you're okay? I gotta say, you're looking kinda flushed. Maybe you're coming down with something. Cause, you know if you are, I'm here for you."
Ellie was getting annoyed. "No, Morgan. I promise I feel fine. Just got a little hot I guess."
John was heading their way, scowling at Morgan as he strode confidently across the parking area
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John Casey was a very observant man. He could tell that Ellie was highly agitated, and Morgan was in her vicinity. Ergo, Morgan was causing a disturbance, again. He stopped when he reached the two and glared at Morgan again. "Grimes," he growled, in his best 'don't make me hurt you' voice, "Are you bothering Ms Bartowski?"
"Me...bother Ellie?" Morgan laughed. "You know I'd never bother Ellie. I worship the ground she walks on."
"Uh huh, right" he drawled as he moved his leer from Morgan, his expression softening as he looked at Ellie. "Is he bothering you, Ellie? Because if he is, I'd be more than obliged to remove his person from the premises." He smiled that killer smile that made her go weak in the knees again.
"No, John." She reached out and pat him on the arm. "Morgan was just leaving ... weren't you Morgan?"
Ellie and John both turned to Morgan and looked at him questioningly.
Morgan stuck his hands in his pockets and shrugged, "Well, I guess I know when I'm not wanted." Dejected, he walked away.
John turned his full attention back to Ellie. He knew that something was bothering her. If not Morgan, then what? He took in her current condition; she was flushed, her pupils were slightly dilated and she was breathing harder than normal. He noted that a bead of sweat was trickling from her neck, slowly toward the slight cleavage peaking out from the top of her tank top. A tank top that announced, "Alpha Female."
'Ah, another tank top,' John raised an eyebrow and his lips curled into a knowing smile. 'Oh yeah, someone's bothering her alright...Me.' He knew now that she was trying to drive him crazy, crazy for her. He had to wonder how long she had been standing there. Had she been watching him? He knew she had, and he had a very good idea what she'd been thinking too.
The thought, 'Naughty girl' danced through his mind as he stepped closer to her and raised his hand to trace that bead of sweat, stopping at the neckline of her shirt. He could feel her heart pounding in her chest. He ran his finger across the edge of the cotton material as he bent down to whisper to her. "Alpha Female, huh? As much as I'd love to test that theory ... I have to be at the Buy More in thirty minutes. And we'll need much longer than that."
He kissed her lightly on the shoulder and she shuddered at the contact. "Rain check?"
He pulled away from her and cocked his head, waiting for a response.
Ellie just stared at him a moment, trying to find her voice. "Okay," her voice shaking.
"All right then," he smiled again. "I'll see you later, Ellie."
Ellie could only nod as she watched him turn and walk back to his apartment. When he finally got inside, Ellie shook her head and smiled. "Hot damn...I guess I've still got it." Then she headed back to her own place. A cold shower was calling her name.