An Affair of Time
Written September 2001
Rated a very strong R
Synopsis: A New Year’s Eve to remember…
Disclaimer: The characters within are property of LFN Productions, Warner Bros., and USA Network. No infringement is intended.
Paul stood in the Perch, watching over his domain with sad disinterest. The operatives below were counting down the seconds until the new year, donning party hats and tossing confetti. When the time ticked to zero, they cheered, hugging each other and sounding horns. He darkened the windows and turned away.
He was alone, missing Madeline more than he could have imagined. Her week-long excursion to Section Seven turned into a month, two months, now approaching three. He missed her counsel; there had been a dozen times when he could have used it. He desperately wanted her back at One, but Operations had asked Oversight–not him, Oversight–for an extension of her stay. It wasn’t until Paul showed up at Van Access, waiting excitedly for her, that he realized she wasn’t coming back. His confrontation with George was angry, heated. George even accused him of being selfish and threatened to take Madeline away for good. And he would do it, too. Paul had no choice but to agree to the extension, or risk losing her forever.
Quietly, he headed to his quarters, nodding numbly at the cheerful faces that he passed. What did he have to celebrate? The fact that maybe Seven would return Madeline before the next new year? That wasn’t even a definite. Upon entering his room, he drained a glass of Scotch and went to bed, wishing he could wake up with Madeline by his side.
Despite his misery, he had pleasant dreams. Madeline had returned, kissing his forehead and crawling under the covers with him. He smiled, drowning in her scent as her arms embraced him warmly, and he felt happier than he had been since she left.
Paul stirred, rousing from his dream. He glanced sleepily at the clock; it was after three. He shifted his position–or at least tried to. Something was restricting his movement. He turned more forcefully and heard a light moan. The sound awakened him fully, and he sat up, noticing an arm flop off his chest. His heart racing, he switched on the bedside lamp and looked at the spot next to him. Madeline was there, sleeping peacefully.
Now I know I’m still asleep, he thought, rubbing his eyes and doing a doubletake. The vision beside him did not disappear. He reached out and gently touched her hair. She was real. “Madeline?” He shook her until she awakened. “Madeline, it’s really you! What are you doing here?”
She yawned, scowling at him. “Huh?”
“You’re supposed to be at Section Seven!”
She propped herself up on her elbow and smiled at him drowsily, stifling another yawn. “Happy New Year.”
He put his arms around her and gave her a fierce squeeze. “Are you back for good?”
“No. I drove all night to get here to surprise you. Of course, you were asleep by the time I arrived.” More coherent now, she took his hand gently. “I have to leave at six-thirty.”
“Six-thirty? But that’s only three hours away!”
“You’re lucky to get that. I’m not supposed to be here at all.”
He reached for her again, this time more reluctant to let go. “I’ve missed you so much, Madeline.” He cupped the side of her face, and she kissed his palm. He wanted to memorize every feature in case the worst happened.
Softly, he brushed his lips across hers, his heart dancing with emotion. She opened her mouth and pressed her body close to his. He leaned her back onto the pillows, his tongue gently mingling with hers. Madeline sighed in contentment, her hands exploring his chest beneath the fabric of his shirt. Shivers tingled down his spine.
He lifted his head to look into her eyes while his fingers touched her leg at the hem of her black slipdress. He tilted his head with a smile. “This is new, isn’t it?”
She chuckled. “Well, I couldn’t show up in something you’ve already seen.”
“It’s been so long, I probably wouldn’t remember anyway.” He kissed her forehead. “I like it.” His hand roamed upwards again, stopping to cup her breast, rubbing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Madeline purred gently at his touch. He reclaimed her lips, moaning with desire. He put his hand on her hip again and gripped her slip, lifting it off her skin and bunching it up in his fist. He pushed it aside and searched for her underwear, tugging on it. She lifted her pelvis off the bed, and he slid the clothing down to her ankles, where she kicked it away. “Madeline,” he groaned softly.
She ran her finger along his jaw, delighting in his smile. He gripped her rear, crushing her body against his so she could feel how much he wanted her. She looked into his eyes with both lust and seriousness. “Make love to me.”
He held her tightly, his hand flattened against her back. Their kiss was deep, heavy with desire. Madeline moved beneath him, making no attempt to shy away from her emotions. She wanted him, wanted to be consumed by him. It had been three months since they last spoke and much longer since they had made love. It wasn’t like her to want or need anything, but with Paul it was different. She felt things she never knew she was capable of feeling: freedom, joy, love. God, how she loved him.
Paul yanked his shirt off and tossed it over his shoulder. Madeline sat up, now able to slide his pants over his hips as he knelt beside her. He groaned when her hands came into contact with his erection, but the sound was nothing compared to his heady exclamation as her mouth embraced him. She had the most incredible ability to bring him to the edge of oblivion without letting him fall, and the sensations he felt were almost better than the actual release. As her tongue swirled around him luxuriously, he moaned loudly, his hands tangled in her hair. He wanted her to stop while at the same time he never wanted her to stop. He was already walking the fine line between sanity and madness, and Madeline showed no signs of mercy. She would keep him there until he nearly lost his mind.
“Madeline,” he panted, gripping her hair, gently pulling on it. She moved away slowly, and he released a pained gasp, desperately trying to fill his starved lungs. He couldn’t think of anything to say, so he rocked back on his heels and regarded her weakly.
Madeline smiled in amusement. She loved the power she had over him. He would literally do anything for her, but it was never about that. She enjoyed giving him such intense feelings of pleasure–and she was damned good at it, too.
When he could breathe again, he eased her back onto the bed, kissing her tenderly. Slowly, he eased his way downward, watching her expression as her eyelids dropped closed in anticipation. He gently pushed the slip up to her belly, planting soft kisses around her navel. The noise she made was a cross between a giggle and a moan, and Paul couldn’t help but smile. When they were together, she discarded the mask she wore to protect her emotions. Only he knew the real Madeline–her desires, her fantasies–giving him sole permission to use that knowledge to his advantage.
Madeline drew in a sharp breath as his mouth seared the tender flesh between her thighs. She tried to stifle her impassioned moans, but the more she suppressed them, the more they demanded to be heard. Why did she even try? She knew the attempt was futile; she lost all control when he made love to her like that. He had powerful muscles, skillful techniques–and the zeal to use them both until she lost consciousness.
Paul’s tongue brushed a sensitive area, and her thighs clamped briefly around his head. He resisted the urge to laugh. By alternating speed and intensity, she would be putty in his hands in no time. It was a game between the two of them, to draw out the sensual feelings for as long as possible. The end result was mind-blowing sex that got better every time.
Madeline’s hands squeezed the pillow under her head until her knuckles were white. She wanted to warn him, that she was on the verge of orgasm, but the only sounds she could make were staccato screams. Fortunately, he sensed her readiness and drew back, nipping her stomach, kissing each swollen breast, stopping only to stare into her eyes.
“You are so…” He searched for the right word, laying down beside her, drawing lazy circles on her abdomen with his fingertips. “Exquisite. I love everything about you.”
She turned her head toward him, regarding him affectionately. “I’ve missed you, Paul,” she said tentatively, her voice merely a whisper. “I’ve missed us.” His heart swelled at the words. She kissed his smile and eased him onto his back. She straddled his torso and stretched, moistening his erection with her own desire.
He groaned, his hands gliding over the soft curves of her bottom. He loved it when she took the dominant position. He wanted to watch her convulse with ecstasy, to view the truly beautiful expression on her face as she cried out upon release.
“Paul,” she whispered huskily, staring into the clear blue eyes that beheld her. “I want you. I want to feel you inside of me.”
He slid the slipdress over her head and stared at her naked body as if it were the first time. She was the most beautiful, most perfect woman he had ever seen. Her body, her heart, her soul–every piece of her was his to worship. He’d give her the world if she wanted it. He never knew he could love someone so completely.
Madeline slowly guided him into her, sighing pleasurably. When she was secure, he sat up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He put his hands on her hips and began to draw her into a gentle rhythm. She leaned backwards, her head rolling from side to side, lost in the passion that he had awakened within her. With a thick moan, he massaged one breast with his hand and caressed the other with his mouth. Madeline made small surrendering whimpers, muttering his name. He increased the pace ever so slightly, pressing his skin against hers and kissing her face with extreme tenderness. He wanted this moment to last forever.
She drugged him with kisses as her hands stroked his hair. He was so perfect for her, their relationship made sense. He was warm and loving, and he treated her the way she longed to be treated. She wished there was some way to convey her feelings without using the three small words that frightened her.
“Oh, Madeline,” he murmured, rocking her hips against him with increased urgency. She began to pant, closing her eyes. He called out her name again with a voice full of desire and void of control. She took over the thrusting, keeping with the pace he had set, until she knew they were both coming close to the breaking point. He grabbed her hips firmly.
Her moaning became louder as her body responded to their fervent lovemaking. He watched her face as it twisted and contorted with uninhibited pleasure. She let out a long, desperate cry, slamming herself onto his length. Wave after wave of pure, agonizing bliss crashed through her, and she continued her enraptured screams until she could speak no more. Her entire body ached but at the same time felt as if it were floating.
Paul’s senses were overloaded as Madeline’s precious self-control shattered around him. Her taste, her smell, her sounds–God, the sounds she was making nearly drove him wild. As her muscles clamped down, suffocating his erection with their intensity, he found it impossible to hold on any longer. He drove into her as deeply as he could and let the sensations consume him, yielding to his own release. His body was on fire, the flames racing down his spine, burning him with the heat. He choked out her name and collapsed against her, his body trembling gently.
Madeline rested her cheek on the top of his head, which was buried between her breasts. They remained joined for what felt like hours, silent and exhausted.
“Madeline, are you still awake?”
She barely heard his muffled voice. “Yes.”
He pulled his head back and placed a soft kiss on her lips before laying on the bed. She curled up next to him, draping her arm across his chest. He brought the covers up to their waists and turned off the light. The digital glow of the clock served as an unwelcome reminder of their remaining time together.
Madeline ignored the clock. She just wanted to fall asleep in his arms and not think about tomorrow. But a voice in the back of her mind taunted her; she would have no choice but to leave Paul in a few short hours. She squeezed her eyes shut and hugged him tightly.
“Madeline…I love you.”
She drew in a sharp breath as the words echoed in the darkness. Did she hear him correctly? Her heart shivered.
When there was no answer, Paul sighed inwardly. She wasn’t ready. “I know we agreed not to say that, but…what if I never get another chance to tell you?”
Madeline found her voice, hoping it would remain level as she spoke. “You act as if I’m never coming back.”
“What if you don’t? What if George makes you stay there and we never see each other again?”
“You can’t think like that.”
She silenced him with a firm kiss. “I will come back.” She kissed him again, more tenderly this time. “I can’t live without you.”
He touched her cheek with the back of his hand. “You mean everything to me, Madeline.”
She laid her head on his chest, her mind mulling over his words, as the rise and fall of his chest lulled her into a tormented sleep…
Madeline was in his arms, sleeping soundly. But then her warm body was gone, and he felt so alone. As he struggled to awaken, to go after her, a pair of lips gently caressed his brow. Soft words sang in his ears. “I love you, Paul, more than you’ll ever know.”
He sighed pleasantly.
Paul awoke with a start, immediately noticing the empty spot beside him. He glanced at the clock. It read 6:35. Flying out of bed, he desperately searched for Madeline, but it was no use. All that remained was his memory.