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Catch and Release	By : Gaelmin Category: +. to F > Cowboy Bebop Views: 5123 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Catch and Release
- 2-Reunions
- 1
- 2
Update!Hey, this only took almost seventeen years, but we're here! I kind of forgot about this. Spent the last thirteen years in the Army and got back to reading filth while stuck in a tent in the middle of nowhere, found my own stories again and remembered they needed to be finished.
Here's to hoping that the last seventeen years have helped my writing improve.
This story still have probably one chapter left to go before I can close it out.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Marcus glanced over his should as two cops rounded thecorner behind him huffing and puffing. Somewhere in the distance he could hearthe whine of at least two cars. One of them shouted something he didn’t quitecatch and he lengthened his stride. He took the next corner a little tooquickly and just about slid through the front door of a shop before collectinghimself and dashing off down the alleyway he’d been aiming for. Another fewmoments of this and he’d be clear. He smiled as he breathed deep, keeping hisstride long and steady.
Three blocks later he slowed and ducked under the halfrolled up door to a warehouse. The lights were off but he picked his waythrough the shelves inside by the light streaming through broken windowssomewhere above, ducking around shafts of sunlight in the dusty air. He reachedthe door on the far side of the room and pressed his back up against the wall.His breathing had slowed and he took a few final deep breaths as he felt thelast of the adrenalin shiver its way out of his system.
He pushed to door open and stepped out into the street, andright into a boot that came out of nowhere. The kick caught him low, justmissing his solar plexus but still driving the wind out of him. He knew theblow had come from his right, behind the door so he fell away to the left,rolling into a crouch, his free hand held above his head as a guard. Marcusgulped in air as he eyed the man who stepped from behind the door. He was tall.Some might call him lanky but Marcus knew better, lithe would be a better word.He was light on his feet, with a good reach, and he moved like a dancer,balanced on the balls of his feet. Stable, but ready to move anywhere at amoment’s notice.
“You’re not a cop.”
“No, not quite.” The man admitted with a shrug and a coygrin.
“What did I fuck up?”
This raised the other man’s eyebrow “Oh, nothing. If I hadbeen a cop, you’d be home free right now. Unfortunately for you, you’ve alreadyfigured out I’m not a cop, I imagine you’re smart enough to figure out what Iam”.
“Ah.” Marcus said simply, rising from his crouch into aboxer’s stance.
“You’re a bounty hunter then.”
“Guilty.” The man answered with what amounted to a flourish.“Now then, how are we going to do this?”
“I don’t suppose you letting me walk away is an option?”
Marcus didn’t wait for the reply. He launched himselfforward, swinging for the other’s head. The blow never made contact as the maneasily spun out of the way with the infuriating grace of a ballet dancer.Marcus ducked under the backhand that the spinning man threw at his own head inreturn. Both men recovered quickly and faced each other. The street full ofshops fronts was empty of people, but too cluttered for the fighters toeffectively circle each other. Marcus looked over the man’s shoulder and realizedto his immense annoyance that by trading places, he had placed his mysteryassailant between himself and his exit strategy.
“Well shit...”
“Yeah, I don’t know why you did that either.” The man’ssmile never changed, but now his eyes were laughing.
“It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
This time the man came at him, for a moment his flailinghands distracted Marcus who saw the low kick coming late. His left arm droppedto intercept the shot…and nothing happened. Again, too late, he saw thequestion mark kick far too late to stop it and the man’s boot crashed down onhis shoulder. Stars exploded behind his eyes and for the second time that dayhe was driven to the ground. Fortunately, he’d managed to get his head out ofthe way and had avoided the involuntary nap his assailant had intended.Unfortunately, he had not been ready for the blow and something in his shouldwas definitely not right as a result.
The next kick came up towards his face and again Marcusbarely made it out of the way in time. He threw a low kick at the smiling man’sankles that mercifully drove him back. Marcus hauled himself to his feet slowlyas the man bounced lightly on his toes. He was all but laughing now, by allappearances genuinely enjoying the fight. Marcus wished he could say the same.He had been so close. Again, he looked over the man’s shoulder, his eyes drawnthis time by movement down the street. His eyes widened in shock.
The shot cracked past the other man’s left ear as Marcusdove through the swinging doors of a cantina to his right. The shot appeared tocatch the other man equally unawares and he leapt for the doorway of a tailor’sshop across the street, flattening himself into the recessed doorway. Marcusglanced around the bar, The tender and two old men who had been watching theunexpected excitement out in the street were ducked behind a booth wide-eyed atthe gunshot. He went to wave the towards the back rooms, but fire shot throughhis left shoulder and he winced.
“Go!” he hissed at them through gritted teeth and thescrambled away, slamming the door shut tight behind them.
Marcus turned his attention back to the man in the doorwayacross the street. He peeked quickly out from his hiding spot in the directionthe gunshot had come from, pulled a face at Marcus, and then did a double-take.A second shot hit the wall a foot short of the doorway, splattering him withstucco.
“What the hell Faye! You can see its me!”
“Of course I can asshole”
“The when the hell are you shooting at me for!?”
“I -told- you to leave this one alone…Jet was smart enoughto listen to me, why can’t you ever take a hint?”
A third round hit the wall just below the second and SpikeSpiegel risked a third glance down the road only the be rewarded with a 4^thbullet, this one through his hair, very nearly grazing his right ear. Hesnapped back into the door way and glanced around before his eyes settled onMarcus still crouched beyond the doorway on the bar. He wiggled himself in thedoorway, like a cat getting ready to pounce. Marcus shook his head vigorously.
“Hell no, you stay over there. She’s shooting at you, keepthat shit over there”
Spike grinned and pounced, crossing the street in twobounds. Marcus met him in the doorway, his foot connecting with Spike’s lefthip, driving him back out the door and sprawled into the street. Two more shotscracked out, closer this time, splattering against the cobbled road and Spikefrantically scrambled back into the bar on all fours like a crab. He bowledMarcus over and they both tumbled to the floor together, a flailing mass ofswinging fists and kicking feet. The man laughing, Marcus swearing. They kickedeach other spart and shot to their feet. Spike threw a kick that Marcus caughtunder his right arm, throwing a solid punch that connected with Spike’s solarplexus when he tried to reverse the hold. Spike hit the floor with a wheeze andMarcus stumbled back, immediately regretting the use of his damaged left arm.Liquid fire now dripped down the length of his left arm from his shoulder.Something was definitely broken.
Spike rose to his feet grinning and was about to saysomething when movement in the front window drew both their attention. Thewindow blew out in a hurricane of automatic gunfire. The woman outside clearlyhaving abandoned the subtlety of semi-automatic firearms. Both men lungedwildly behind the bar as glass and other shrapnel pelted them from above.
“Jesus Christ” Marcus breathed into the ringing air when thegunfire ceased.
“Who are you trying to shoot Faye? Both of us?” Spike’s gunwas in his hand; he was vaguely aware of Marcus’s appearing in his own hand butneither of them had drawn on the other. To be fair, they had bigger issues now.
“I’m keeping my options open.” Came the curt reply from thestreet as an empty magazine clattered to the street and a bolt slammed home.
Another burst of gunfire ripped through the ruined window.This time the shots came low, thudding into the opposite side of the bar andMarcus gritted his teeth in frustration. For some reason, he really didn’t wantto shoot her. Spike appeared to be in the same predicament. A round punchedthrough the bar and shattered the glass of the refrigerator across from Marcusand it made him jump.
“Oh, fuck this…”
He shifted the gun into his right hand, raised it, andsnapped two shots through the window at the end of the bar. Then he made eyecontact with his former attacker and watched Spike’s eyes widen as he heftedhis Glock over the top of the bar and snapped off four quick shots of his ownblindly into the street. He immediately hauled himself to his feet, fired twomore shots out the front window, silently hoping none had made contact, andlaunched himself at the window he had shot out a moment before.
As he crunched into the gravel littering the floor of thealleyway and rolled to his feet, he was vaguely aware of the assailant doingthe same a split second behind him. They both took off down the alleyway like apair who had just set a very small fuse on a very big bomb. At the far end theyeach turned separate ways, glancing briefly over their shoulders as they ran.The other man smiled at Marcus.
“Jesus…they’re all insane.”

-6 months later-

Marcus set the glass on the bar and grimaced. It had beenmonths since his collarbone had been broken and he was still stiff. Recoveryhad been hell. You couldn’t exactly walk into a hospital when most of the solarsystem either wanted you dead, or wanted the bounty on your head.
*At least the whiskey helped* He thought wryly.
The bar was mostly deserted. It was late. Aside from himselfand the bartender only four other people were in the bar, and they had beenthere when Marcus pushed through the door almost an hour ago. A pair of old mensat at the far end of the bar to his right, each reading a newspaper andsipping whiskeys like Marcus. The other two, a young couple, sat huddledtogether in a booth somewhere behind him to his left. Their muffled whispersand the occasional soft giggle the only other sounds in the bar aside from thesoothing notes of a jazz saxophone drifting lazily out of a jukebox by thedoor. His eyes were closed when he heard it. The whisper of metal on fabricfrom behind him. The bar sounded silent as a grave now, the distant musicseeming to be swallowed by a void in the room. No one breathed.
He slowly opened his eyes and made eye contact with herreflection in the mirror behind the bar. Her emerald eyes flashed dangerously.His gaze flitted to the fish-eye mirror at the end of the bar and he took amoment to silently admire her form and curse it. She stood about five pacesbehind him, Her Glock held firmly in both hands, leveled at his back andremarkably steady. Her feet were shoulder width apart, her left foot slightlyforward, her weight balanced and firm. With a sign of resignation, he realizedshe was good at this. She was just too far for him to make any move on her, butjust close enough that if she had to shoot him, it would be nearly impossibleto miss.
“Hello Faye…” His words seemed to echo almost painfully loudin the silence.
“Fuck you.”
He sighed and picked his glass up again, taking a sip of theliquid inside and holding it in his mouth, letting it burn his tongue before heswallowed his.
“Fair enough, I supposed I deserve that.”
“What you deserve is for me to shoot you now and haul yourcorpse in, but frankly I’d feel better knowing you lived the rest of your lifein a tiny metal box.” There was venom in the words, but something else too.
“Hell hath no fury?”
“Cute, put them on.” The handcuffs thumped onto the bar byhis left elbow.
“If I say no?”
“Please Marcus.” She hissed, “Give me any reason to shootyou, I could use the closure.”
“Well, I like this bar, so let’s avoid shooting this one upyeah?” He set the glass back down and scooped up the handcuffs, snapping onearound his left wrist before moving to do the same on the right.
“Ah Ah!” She barked, “Behind your back”
“Where is the trust?” He asked shooting her a pained look inthe mirror. She responded simply by raising the gun an inch higher.
“Fine…fine, have it your way.”
The cuffs snapped closed and he grimaced again. His leftshoulder was distinctly unamused by this turn of events. He stood slowly andwas ushered out of the bar, Faye careful to remain just out of reach. A carwaited outside in the drizzling rain. A taxi, unfortunate enough to not be toldin advance he would be playing the part of prisoner transport, but also clearlynot willing to argue with the woman holding the gun and glaring hate daggersinto the back of Marcus’s skull. As he stooped into the front seat a blow hithim in the back of the head and suns went nova behind his eyes beforeeverything plunged into darkness.
He came to in the dark. He moved to reach for the back ofhis head but his left shoulder screamed and his right arm refused to move. Ittook him several moments to collect his senses through the splitting headache.He was in a bed, and his hands were tied.
“What the hell?”
The light snapped on and the light stabbed into his eyes. Hehissed as he screwed his eyes shut and tried to look away from the light. Itwas, as far as he could tell, several minutes before he was able to crack openhis eyes and regard his surroundings through heavily squinted eyes. It was asparse room, crème-colored walls, dark red carpets, bed sheets to match thewalls. A nightstand on either side of the bed, upon one sat a clock reading“02:35”. The door to a bathroom hung open and dark, and sitting in the chairnext to the window…
“Hello Faye…”
“Recognize it?”
He looked around the room again, closer this time. Nothingstood out. A pretty nondescript low-budget hotel by all appearances, there musthave been tens of thousands throughout the solar system.
“Should I?”
“You left me laying in that bed three years ago…”
Marcus blinked dumbly in the light.
“To be perfectly fair Faye, I -did- tell you I was going toleave.”
The light snapped back off and Marcus was blind again, butat least the darkness was a merciful reprieve from the light stabbing him inthe brain.
“Yes, you did.” She hissed with more than a little ice inthe words.
Marcus heard her stand and walk around the room. It took hima few moments to realize she was pacing.
“So, what now?”
“Now, we wait until tonight so I can turn you in and be ridof you.”
He let that thought sink in for a moment. He was almost atpeace with it before something occurred to him.
“Faye…bounty turn-ins are twenty-four hours…” He left thequestion hanging unspoken in the air between them.
It took several moments for her to respond. Long enough forMarcus to begin to get uneasy about his current predicament. When she finallyresponded, it did nothing to sooth his nerves.
“I’m not turning you into the cops Marcus, new client,higher buyer.”
*Well. Shit.*
“Get some rest Marcus, you’re going to need it.”
She returned to her seat by the window and Marcus stared atthe ceiling, his mind racing. The several hours that passed didn’t help,neither did his training. He had been trained to resist torture, but he alsoknew it would do him no good where he was headed. Where that was, he wasn’tsure, but he had a pretty decent idea. He’d significantly pissed over several-very- powerful groups three years ago. The reason for the half-billion bountyon his head, though apparently someone was willing to pay more than that to gettheir hands on him quietly.
*If they even mean to pay* He thought grimly, his eyesflicked to Faye, now asleep in the chair she had slumped into, the dawn’s lightbeginning to filter through the window. *So, this is what I missed out on*

Several hours later Faye stirred. Marcus still hadn’t slept,he’d spent his time thinking instead.
“Faye, we need to talk.”
“Oh? I didn’t think you were one to beg for your life”
He gritted his teeth and bristled at the insult.
“Not -my- life Faye, yours.”
“My life is about to be fantastic; I’ll be one of therichest women in the system in a few hours. I can leave all this behind,finally live the life I never had.”
She seemed almost wistful for a moment, as if lost in amoment ages gone.
“Jesus Christ Faye, just hear me out, I have nothing tolose, so why lie?”
Her eyes narrowed at him as she stood and gazed down at him.
“I listened to your silver tongue once before…”
“For fucks sake, I’m sorry, ok?” She was infuriating and hewanted to strangle her “Is that what you want from me? To hear me grovel?”
“It would be a start.”
She turned and stalked into the bathroom, hiding her smileand the growl of frustration from the man behind her. She set about busyingherself freshening up. When he spoke again his voice was softer.
“For what its worth Faye, I am genuinely sorry.” He rolledhis eyes and made a strangling motion with his bound hands when she snortedindignantly from the bathroom.
“Look…” He continued anyway, “You hate my guts, got it.Frankly, I don’t blame you. If I were you, I’d probably have just shot me, thebounty is dead or alive anyway-“
“But you’re worth more alive”
“-goddamnit, I’m getting to that. Do you even know who it iswho wants me? Do you know -why- they want me? Did they bother to tell you anyof that?”
“No, Marcus, they didn’t. They offered a -lot- of money foryou, no questions asked. I asked no questions.”
“Of course you didn’t…why would anyone question why oneperson is worth -more- than half a billion woolongs?
“You don’t even know what I did do you?” He spatincredulously.
“Why would I care? You’re a criminal, you’re worth money,case closed.” She retorted with an eye-roll of her own.
“Faye…” His voice was a gentle whisper now, “I blew upseveral trillion woolongs worth of experimental military equipment and thelaboratories required to create it…”
The silence that hung between them was palpable.
“Bullshit.” She breathed. “It would have been all over thenews.”
“Yeah? This just in ladies and gentlemen, the labs we usedto experiment on reanimating dead soldiers to use as quasi-alive super soldiersin an afront to God and common decency were blown up today by a dastardlyterrorist! Yeah, that sounds perfectly plausible for the evening news.”
She turned slowly at the kitchen sink to stare at him.
“What?”
“Did I fucking stutter?”
“How could you possibly know about something like that?”
“Gee, I wonder Faye. What was a wearing the night you metme?” He was rapidly tiring of explaining this like she was a child.
“Your uniform…but a regular soldier-“
“Regular? Ouch. First of all, you and I have vastlydiffering definitions of the term ‘regular’. Secondly, what better unit to usefor your weird occult science experiments than a special forces team that issupposed to only exist on paper?”
Faye had to admit that this was starting to sound plausible,and it was starting to get a little unsettling. His head thunked back againstthe headboard dramatically and she watched him wince and he was reminded of hisrecent concussion.
“Do you know why I was in my uniform that night in the bar?”
She stood in the bathroom silently. Both hands gripped theedge of the counter.
“I had just left the funeral of one of my friends. One ofthe ones that ‘failed’. They couldn’t get his body to work, so they discardedhim. Called it a training accident. I timed the detonations to coincide withhis eulogy. It was the most fitting tribute I could think of. I went to the barto get what I figured would be my last drink as a free man before the weight ofthe universe collapsed down on me.”
He raised his head again and their eyes met.
“I just didn’t count on you.”
“I swear to God Marcus.” Her eyes narrowed. “This had betternot be some sob story to get me to sleep with you again.”
“No Faye.” His voice was soft again. “The best thing youcould possibly do at this point is take me straight to the police, turn me,take the money and run as far and as fast as you can.”
She pushed that bathroom door closed. The latch snappingshut like a phone being hung up. Marcus just blinked at the door in confusion.On the other side Faye paced back and forth in the small room. Now she wasthoroughly confused. As much as she loathed to admit it, his story did make afairly disturbing degree of sense now that she thought about it. He could ofcourse, be lying to her face in an attempt to weasel his way to freedom at herexpense again. The last three years of her life, dedicated to chasing himacross the solar system played on repeat in her mind. All the times she driftedin and out of the Bebop and she followed and lost him over and over again.Their last encounter had nearly irrevocably shattered her relationship with theBebop crew. Spike, it turned out, took exception to being repeatedly shot at.She shook her head vigorously to clear the thought of the other bounty hunterfrom her mind. She had another problem. Being so close to him again, and hisdamn eyes, stirred something inside her. It wasn’t love, no, she was fairlysure she had welded the lid on the box holding that emotion shit years ago. Shehad scolded herself for months, that it was nothing more than a teenageinfatuation that she needed to grow out of. No, this emotion was more…primal.She whirled in frustration and punched the wall beside the door. After anothermoment she groaned, rolled her eyes, scooped up her pistol from the counter andreopened the door. Marcus still lay on the bed, one eyebrow cocked in obviousconfusion.
Faye stalked out of the bathroom and tossed the Glock ontothe bed beside Marcus, drawing his confused attention momentarily. As his eyesfell on the discarded gun, she reached the foot of the bed and climbed on top,advancing on him on all fours. His attention snapped back to her suddenly andhis eyes widened.
“Faye, what the he-“
“Shut up.” She snapped, and his mouth shut. “Just, shut upMarcus. I want to make one thing clear. This is -not- for you. This is for me,and me alone. Either way this evening goes, your life is over, mine goes on…”
He searched her eyes for clarification. Her words made nosense. Here he was trying to convince her to save her own skin from powers sheknew nothing about and she was-
“Just do me one favor…don’t think less of me for this.”
“Faye, what the hell are you talking about? I literally justtold you to turn me in, why would I judge you for-“
The rest of his sentence died in what was hands down themost awkward kiss of Marcus’s life. Here he was, handcuffed to a bed in a cheaphotel, staring down the barrel of a gruesome end to his life, and the mostbeautiful woman he’d ever slept with was sitting in his lap kissing him. Ittook him several uncomfortable heartbeats for his brain to find a gear and getback into action. Faye broke the kiss before he could decide to kiss her backor turn away. She rested her forehead on his for a moment, her eyes closed. Finally,she stood, and Marcus read the neutral expression on her face with an odd mixof confusion and concern. She moved to the window and silently drew theblackout curtains closed, plunging the room back into darkness. He could seeher silhouette in the faint light leaking in from around the curtains as shemoved silently back to the bed, her shoes now kicked aside. She returned to herseat in his lap. After a long moment spent in silence she spoke again.
“Please Marcus, kiss me back this time.”
He didn’t respond, and after a brief moment he felt her lipsbrush against his briefly. He licked his suddenly very dry lips and sheimmediately took his lips in another kiss. A kiss that he returned as gently ashe could, but Faye was having none of it and her tongue pressed past his lipsto slide across his own. He ‘mpfh’d in surprise and ignored the discomfortringing in his skull when her fingers ran through the hair at the back of hishead. He about choked on her tongue when her spare hand gripped him through hispants as if testing his hardness. Her lips left his and moved to his neck andhe sucked in a ragged breath.
“Jesus Faye, we’re about to die and this is your plan?”
“Do you have a better one?”
“Yes, about a dozen better ones actually”
“Do any of them not involve you getting out of those cuffs ornot cumming in me?”
The last part of her question was a proverbial flashbang.
“…No?”
“Then they aren’t better. Please Marcus, just shut up.”
At some point in their argument his belt had been discardedand his pants were down around his knees. He because acutely aware of hisnakedness when her fingertips fluttered down his length before grasping himfirmly again. He sucked in another ragged breath.
“Jesus Faye, wh-“
“Why are all the men in my life so bad at simpledirections?” Faye groaned.
Her lips met his again, harder this time. More insistentthan before. Still trying to figure out what the hell her plan was Marcushalf-heartedly returned this kiss, only to groan into it when his manhoodsuddenly became altogether much hotter, and much wetter. Faye wasted no time inbeginning to ride him. His head fell back, breaking the kiss and she bit him onthe side of the neck as she ground against in him the dark. He felt rather thanheard her own groans against the side of his throat as he panted, his breathragged now. Her unexpected advances, his lack of recent sexual contact, and thefact that he found her ravishingly beautiful all conspired to ruin the moment.His toes curled and his hips bucked up into her thrusts. He was acutely awareof the needles of pain lancing through his left should as he groaned out hisrelease, erupting inside her without warning. It was her turn to grunt insurprise as his heat flooded her, but she rode on. She became a sopping mess,and in the dark they could both hear the noises her body made as she bottomedout on him again and again. His groan turned to a whimper as his tip becamehyper sensitive, but she didn’t slow. He grit his teeth and bore it as best hecould for several more moments of torture before her own orgasm crashed throughher and she shuddered to a halt on top of him.
They both stared at each other in the dark, inches away fromeach other. Hot breaths brushed across cheeks as they panted for breath. Shelurched in surprise when she felt his hand settle on the small of her back. Thesudden movement caused her to ripple across his length still hilted inside herand they both groaned. She moved to push herself up when his other hand closedaround her waist and she froze, now sitting upright in his lap.
“How th-“
“Please Faye, this isn’t the first time I’ve beenhandcuffed”
His voice was gentle, soothing even. A moment later he feltthe muzzle of her gun press into his stomach just above his navel. He couldfeel the tremors in her hand.
“Then why wait?”
“I wanted you to feel safe”
He glanced down in the direction of her gun. The movement ofhis head perceptible in the shadows.
“This seems familiar” he mumbled.
“I was on the bottom last time”
“True…”
The silence stretched out between them.
“Now what?” She asked finally.
“Whatever you want Faye.” He sighed gently. “If I could makea request though, I could use a reprieve, I’m a bit…tender”.
For some reason the request startled her and she pulledherself off of him and little quicker than she anticipated. He hissed inresponse as she hovered over his lap, his essence leaking slowly down theinside of her thigh. Her gun stayed pressed against his stomach.
“I mean it Marcus.” she whispered. “What now?”
“I meant it too. Whatever you want. Take me to the cops,take me to the corps, set me loose, shoot me or fuck me.” He smiled in thedark. “But if it’s that last one, I’m going to need a minute.”
He chuckled at his own stupid joke and she glared at him inthe dark. She didn’t fight him when his hand left her hip and took the gungently from her grasp, tossing it back down towards the foot of the bed. Hetook her by the waist and pulled her down beside him, rolling himself up on hisright side and pulling her back against his chest. He ignored the pain in hisleft arm as he reached across her to cup a breast, lazily massaging it. Neitherof them spoke as he flicked a fingertip across her stiffened nipple.
*God this is so fucking dumb* she thought. *I should bekilling him, and I’m fucking him instead…what the hell is wrong with me?*
She listened to the even pace of his breathing, his noseburied in her hair, his warm breath spreading down the back of her neck. Hishand switched breasts and she groaned softly in spite of herself, arching herback ever so slightly into his touch. This pushed her ass into his crotch andshe felt him stiffen against her in response.
“That didn’t take long.” She whispered.
“Shut it, don’t ruin the moment.”
She was admittedly fairly surprised by his tenderness, notat all what she remembered. Her began to alternate between pressing soft kissesto the back of her shoulders, or nibbling gently at the edges of her ears. Sheheard herself coo contentedly wiggled her butt against him again, silentlysatisfied with the groan he gave in response. He retaliated by abandoning herbreasts, his hand sliding down her toned stomach to drag his fingers betweenher wet folds. It was his turn to be silently satisfied by the sharp breath shetook and held for a little too long. He bent his head down and latched his lipsinto her neck where it met her shoulder, suckling happily as she let out a longgroan.
“Jesus Marcus, how am I supposed to hide that?” she pouted.
“That’s the idea. I don’t expect to be around tomorrow, Ithought I should give you something to remember me by.”
The stark admission wasn’t what she expected, and herresponse wasn’t what he expected. She whirled around in his arms, taking hisface in her hands and gazing at his eyes in the half-light. The clock over hershoulder read “13:42”. Her lips pressed against his. More passionate this time,desperate almost. This time, he didn’t hesitate. He met her in the kiss, theirtongues sliding past each other. She broke the kiss minutes later, pulling himatop her insistently. He rolled with her, taking his weight propped up on hisright elbow, his left hand gripping her waist. She reached between them andgrasped his manhood where it bobbed between them. She fit him at her entrance.
“This time, you fuck me.”
Her legs wrapped around his waist and constricted like asnake, drawing him slowly into her. He was still sensitive from his earlierorgasm and groaned low in the back of his throat, his face buried in the crookof her neck. Her hand found the back of his head again, running through theshort-cropped hair there. This time the pressure didn’t bother him. He was farmore distracted by the hot vice that her womanhood had become. It gripped himmercilessly as he sank slowly into her, inch by inch. Their hips finally metand she felt his tip bounce off her cervix. It curled her toes and she tried todraw him even deeper. He responded by rolling his hips to the beat of hisragged breaths before fighting the pull of her legs to draw out of her untilonly his tip remained. He remained there for a moment, his left hand grippingher hip to hold her steady as she squirmed, her entrance milking him until heplunged back into her. Their hips slapped together and his tip bounced off herdeepest point again. She saw stars.
“Holy shit please don’t stop doing that” She whispered hoarsely.
He needed no further encouragement. With a grunt of effort,he began to slam himself into her. From drawing himself nearly completely outof her to crashing back into her depths. She was sure her hips would be bruisedin the morning and at this rate, so would her cervix. He was hitting that spoton every single stroke now, and not exactly gently. A few more strokes and sheclutched his head, pressing a kiss to his lips that she immediately screamedinto. He felt her begin to milk him and he ignored it. He wanted desperately tofill her with him again, but he also wanted revenge. Her eyes snapped open andstared into his as he continued to hammer into her core. She rolled from oneearth shattering orgasm straight into another. If she had been even slightly morelucid she would have been mortified by the noises her body was making as hefilled her again and again. He felt her liquid heat splatter against him andgroaned. He couldn’t take much more of this.
“Faye…”
His voice was hoarse and the need in it snapped her back toreality. Her eyes shot open and locked onto his.
“I-“
He never got a chance to finish. He exploded inside her withnothing more than a short grunt. She was still riding the aftershocks of hersecond orgasm when her universe crumbled. She was still looking into his eyeswhen the first rush of his heat washed over her cervix a half second before hebottomed out in her for the final time. He stayed buried there, flexing,twitching, and spurting as her eyes rolled back in her head and her legs lockedaround his waist to hold him as deep as she could.
She had no idea how long she was out. When she came to, shewas still shaking, her legs still wrapped around his waist. He was no longerabove her though. He had collapsed onto her chest, his head cushioned on herbreasts as his ragged breathing slowed. She could feel him leaking out of her.She flexed herself around him and listened to him groan in response.
The clock read ”13:51”.
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