Written February 2003
Rated a very strong R
Synopsis: When the desire for intimacy can’t be fulfilled, things go from bad to worse to downright embarrassing.
Disclaimer: The characters within are property of LFN Productions, Warner Bros., and USA Network. No infringement is intended.
Stifling a yawn, Madeline turned the key in the lock and opened the door to Paul’s apartment. The clock on the wall greeted her with the time: 1:07 a.m. She sighed. The remainder of her evening had been spent with the prisoners in Containment, but she succeeded in breaking all of them. Afterwards, Christopher brought her her usual dinner, which she picked at until it was cold while she worked on the numbers. Oversight wanted them at seven in the morning. It would take her a good forty-five minutes to arrive at the designated meeting place, but she was unofficially required to be there half an hour early. Figuring in the time it took her to get ready in the morning and the time it took her to fall asleep at night, she wouldn’t be sleeping for long.
Humming softly, she kicked her shoes in the corner and padded through the kitchen and living area to the bedroom. Paul was propped up by dozens of pillows on the large bed, the remote control tucked safely in his hand, asleep. An affectionate smile touched her face, and she crawled across the sheets, curling up next to him. He awoke with a start, grinning at her. “Hi there.”
She placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Hi yourself. You didn’t need to wait up for me.”
“Well, obviously I didn’t make it. What took you so long?”
“I had to interrogate the prisoners, write up the reports, and finish the numbers.”
“So you’re all done then?”
“Well, I have to meet with George at seven, but my hectic schedule has been completed. Only took me eighteen hours.” Leaning closer, she drew her tongue along his lips, snaking her hand down his chest to tug at the knot on his robe.
“You should be rewarded.”
“Actually, I was thinking you deserve some rewarding. You’ve been very patient with me today, intent on pleasuring me without concern for yourself.” She stroked his cheek with a tender smile. “We didn’t exactly finish, but I want to show you just how grateful I am for your efforts.” Very slowly, she kissed her way down his bare chest, massaging his testicles with her hand.
Paul drew a sharp breath and released it with a moan. He’d been aroused all day, fantasizing about picking up where they had left off in the elevator. However, imaging her hands on him was nothing compared to actually feeling them on him. She stroked the shaft, watching his expression as he groaned in torment.
“So do you have any requests?” she asked, gazing up at him with a wicked smile.
“Yeah. You’re wearing too much clothing. Take them off.”
Madeline straddled his torso, scraping her nails up and down his chest. “But I’m not wearing any underwear.”
“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that.” He grinned sheepishly, reaching around to cup her behind beneath the fabric of her skirt. “I can think of a few things I’d like to do to you.” Just as her lips were about to reach his, the cellular phone beside him rang loudly. Paul glared in its direction before answering it. “Hello?…George? What are you doing calling at this hour?”
Madeline rolled her eyes. This would take a while. George only called in the middle of the night if it was important, or if he suspected that people weren’t doing their jobs. But he knew Paul was off duty, so it must’ve been the former. With an exaggerated sigh, she stood up and walked to the foot of the bed, turning the television over to the jazz music channel.
She removed her coat and was in the process of unbuttoning her blouse when she heard a soft grunt. Through her lashes she noticed Paul was watching her undress, mumbling ‘Yeah’ and ‘Uh huh’ into the phone to give the impression of attentiveness. Slowly, she turned away from him, finishing the buttons and sliding the shirt halfway down her back. Glancing coyly at him over her shoulder, she knew she had his undivided attention.
“Yeah, George, I’m still listening.”
She mouthed, “Liar,” in his direction before allowing her blouse to fall to the floor. Keeping her eyes on him, she reached around to unhook her bra. With slow, deliberative movements that would make a theater director proud, she eased the straps down her arms, one at a time, before gracefully casting it off to the side. It had been a long time since she had undressed for him, and the noticeable increase in his breathing gave her a thrill. She turned around fully and watched his eyes drop to her bare chest. Men and their one-track minds.
“Mmm…Huh? No, I heard you…Something about Section Three?”
Madeline raised an eyebrow. If Paul wasn’t careful, he could get in trouble, and she certainly didn’t want to be the cause. She reached for her night gown and started to put it on.
She shot him a warning glare and pointed to the phone.
“Uh, sorry, George. I was just watching the replay for baseball, and the outfielder just missed the fly ball…Oh, you didn’t know I liked sports? Well, I like to keep up with the New York teams…Yeah, did you watch the game last weekend?” He gave her a grin and gestured for her to continue.
Leave it to Paul to find common ground with George. Reaching around, she unzipped her skirt and rocked her hips back and forth as she slid the garment over them. Paul was on the verge of salivating, his hand covering the mouthpiece of the telephone, his eyes glued to her body. Madeline slid her hands over her breasts, then down her torso. He continued to watch her, inching toward the end of the bed. Casting him a sly smile, she moved one hand between her legs and made a soft moan.
“Oh, yes indeed…” He grabbed her other arm and pulled her gently onto his lap. She sat on his knees, reaching between them to guide his penis into her. Paul’s grin slowly dissipated, and he grabbed her wrists to stop her. “You want me to what?” Madeline waited, pressing her ear against the side of his head to see if she could hear what George was saying. “Tonight?”
“Yes, I feel we should work up a plan for a new recruitment process.”
“Well, so do I, but tonight?” He looked helplessly at Madeline. “It’s late, and you’re meeting with my chief strategist in the morning anyway. I could come along then or–”
“It won’t take but an hour of your time. As I told you before, I’m en route to Paris; I’ll be at the designated meeting place in an hour. I suggest you be there, too.”
Paul hung up the phone, his expression hardened with anger. “Great.” He pushed her off his lap and disappeared into the bathroom. Madeline drew her knees to her chest, resting her chin on them. The intimacy they both craved had been halted for a third time in twenty-four hours. It hurt, more than she cared to admit. Wanting him and not having him was one thing, but wanting him and not being able to have him was entirely different. Lately, their desire for each other had been insatiable, and they had made love frequently, passionately. Now they couldn’t even find ten minutes!
As he emerged from the bathroom, he handed her a nightgown. “Get some sleep, Madeline. I’ll be back whenever George is done with me.”
“Are you all right?” The moment the words came out of her mouth, she mentally slapped herself. Of course he wasn’t all right; neither of them were. “Are you going to be all right?” she corrected.
He helped her with the gown and sat beside her. “I’ll be fine, I’m just…frustrated. You’d think we were cursed with a string of bad luck.” He planted a soft kiss on her forehead. “But when this is all over, we are going to spend twenty-four hours making love. No exceptions.”
“I’m not complaining.”
With a smile, he leaned in to kiss her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down. He began to get carried away, his hand stroking the silky fabric that covered her breast. “Oh, Madeline, I want you…”
She cupped his face and smiled. “You can have me when we get back from our respective meetings with George. Now hurry before you’re late.” He helped her into bed, setting the alarm and stroking the side of her face for a while. Madeline watched him, captivated by his tenderness despite all that had happened. “Maybe I’ll see you when you get back.”
“I hope it doesn’t take that long.” He kissed her forehead again and stood up. As he headed for the front door, he noticed a small disc on the end table. This must be the report for George, he thought, tucking it into his pocket. Maybe I can give it to him now and save her the trip in the morning.
End of part 3