Coitus Interruptus 4/4

Coitus Interruptus
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.

Madeline moaned softly, stretching without opening her eyes. Her movement was restricted, and she knew it was because of Paul and his arms around her. Smiling, she peered at him through heavy lids and kissed the tip of his chin. He awakened as well, giving her a sleepy grin.

“What time is it?” she wondered aloud, snuggling closer to him.

He glanced over her shoulder at the digital clock. “About ten-thirty.”

“Ten-thirty!” Madeline sat up quickly, propelling herself out of bed and toward the bathroom. “Oh, my God, Paul! The alarm didn’t go off, and I missed my meeting with George, and–”

He laughed, drawing a dirty look from her. “Come here.”

She obeyed, only because it would be easier to strangle him there. “What?”

“When I went to visit George last night, I took your disc. We went over the numbers while I was there, so you didn’t have to go this morning. I unset the alarm when I got home. No doubt you needed the rest.”

Sighing heavily, she fell onto her back. “You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“Sorry,” came his sheepish reply.

“What time do we have to go into Section?”

“Not until one.” He stroked the side of her face gently. “How about you get in the shower and I’ll make some breakfast? Afterwards, we might have time for a game of chess.”

His remark was laughable, but she refrained from doing so. “How about we get in the shower, skip breakfast and chess, and just make love?”

“You’re serious?”

“Paul!” She swatted him playfully, rolling on her side and embracing him. “Of course I’m serious. We have spent the last twenty-four hours in a state of sexual frenzy and frustration. I don’t know about you, but I need to do something about it, and if I have to do it myself, I will, but I think it’ll be more fun with you.”

“All right, you’ve convinced me.” He swept her into his arms and carried her to the bathroom, despite her excited giggles. Raising an eyebrow, he muttered, “First you whined. Then you went around all day without underwear–”

“Because someone wouldn’t give it back to me.”

“–and now you’re giggling. What’s wrong with you?”

“I told you. Sexual frenzy and frustration.”

“Well, I’ll make sure to keep you well-sated from now on.” After he put her back on the ground, she bent over the faucet to adjust the water and noticed a giant rubber mat in the shape of a foot on the bottom of the bathtub.

“What is this?”


“The purple foot in your tub.”

“Oh, it’s one of those no-slip things,” he replied casually, removing his clothing.

Madeline straightened and frowned at him. “It wasn’t there yesterday morning when I showered.”


“So when did you buy it?”

“On the way back from my meeting with George.”


“So I wouldn’t slip in the shower when I picked you up and made love to you against the wall.”

“Oh.” She stifled another uncharacteristic giggle. “Well, at least you’re putting safety first.” Wrapping her arms around his waist, she kissed him gently. “Why don’t we try it out?”

He pulled the nightgown over her head and dropped it on the floor. After testing the temperature, they climbed beneath the showerhead and let the water flow over them. Paul washed her hair, delighting in the little rituals they had when time permitted. Madeline made cooing noises that continually amused him. How they could successfully lead double lives was always a mystery. Inside Section, they were the cold, calculating, ruthless leaders. But outside, they were long-time lovers, passionate and warm-hearted. If anyone ever found out, they probably wouldn’t believe it.

Madeline turned around and smiled up at Paul, positioning her head beneath the nozzle and rinsing the shampoo. “Thank you for taking the report to George this morning.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied, trailing a finger down her neck.

“And for being so patient over the last twenty-four hours.”

“Good things come to those who wait.”

“Yes, they do.” She tilted her head up, simultaneously bringing him into a kiss. Arms around her, he crushed her against him, their bodies slippery from soap and washed-away shampoo. A small gasp of surprise escaped her as Paul’s hand slid over her bottom and between the crack before squeezing one cheek affectionately. When he moved his hand around to the front, the gasp turned into an aroused moan. She arched her neck, and he kissed it, getting more water in his mouth than anything. “Paul, I know you said good things happen when you wait, but I don’t want to wait anymore. Please, just–”

Before she could finish, he picked her up and leaned her against the wall, holding her in place. “Better?”

“Almost.” She kissed him gently, wrapping her legs around his torso. “Come inside me, Paul.”

He hesitated slightly, despite the plain expression of desire on her face. He was beyond the point of arousal; penetration would probably send him over the edge. Nonetheless, they had both waited long enough, and he wanted her in every conceivable way… And then the phone rang.

Madeline’s eyes darkened. “If you even think about answering that phone…”

“Are you kidding? Besides, I’m in the shower; I didn’t hear it.”

“Plausible deniability.”

He thrust into her quickly, taking her breath away. She held him close, tightening her inner muscles with a small smile. “Oh, Madeline, have you always felt this good?”

With a laugh that echoed in the shower stall, she kissed him deeply, wiggling her hips against him. He eased out of her almost completely before pushing in again. Madeline moaned quietly and muttered, “Faster.”

“If I go any faster, it’ll be over in a heartbeat.”

“You underestimate your stamina. Now get moving.”

Hoping she was right, he began to pump faster, gaining more confidence with each movement. Madeline began to pant, clawing at him urgently, and through some miracle he managed to maintain his grip on her. Every thrust brought him closer, and every moan sent shivers down his spine. The warm water continued to pulse against his back; although it had cooled since their arrival, he hadn’t noticed. A growl emerged from his throat, and he buried his face in her shoulder.

She started to speak but couldn’t get a word out before every nerve in her body stood on end and shot waves of pleasure through her. She cried out, the sound reverberating against the fiberglass enclosure, her muscles pulling at him with such an incredible force that he couldn’t hold back any longer. His body convulsed upon release, and he nearly lost his hold on her as his knees threatened to give out. After a few more thrusts, he began to slow down, nearly exhausted from the intensity of his orgasm. “Don’t stop.”

Paul lifted his head. “What?”

“Don’t stop! I’m going to come again.”

The mere suggestion brought a burst of energy. He plunged deeper into her, making fast and forceful motions that changed Madeline’s strained moans into almost musical screams. He wished he could reach between them and massage her clitoris, but he was afraid he’d lose his grip and they would fall. That would certainly look suspicious. Despite his feeling that he needed to do more, she seemed to be enjoying herself nonetheless. He looked at her, at the beautiful expression of ecstasy on her face, and smiled.

Madeline’s mouth clamped down upon his for a harsh kiss. Their tongues fought angrily until she surrendered and tossed back her head and moaned. He felt her muscles clamp down on him again before she collapsed against him, arms dangling over his shoulders, her heaving breaths sounding louder than the patter of water hitting the floor.

Paul gently lowered her to the ground, and she stumbled while trying to regain her balance. “You all right?”

“Weak,” she mumbled, leaning on him for support.

“Come on, let’s get out of here before we hurt ourselves.” He turned off the water and led her to bed, leaving a trail of water behind them. “Wait a minute, let me get a towel.”

She didn’t, plopping onto the mattress, face first.

“Madeline… You can’t be that tired… We’re going to have to change the sheets now, they’re soaked.”

“No, we don’t,” she replied, her voice muffled. “We can just stay at my place for a few days until they dry.”

“So you’re not tired, you’re lazy.” Chuckling, he crawled beside her, his hand on her back. “Well, we know one thing for sure.”

“What’s that?”

“The purple foot worked. We didn’t slip, although I almost dropped you. You know, if we were continuously interrupted, I think it might make things a lot more pleasurable.”

“Or we’d get a lot crankier.”

Before he could kiss her, the ringing of the telephone burst through the silence.



“You’re sleeping?”

“Paul?” Madeline shook the haze from her mind and glanced at the clock. 9:45. Was she late for a meeting? “Is something wrong?”

He rattled off a long list of things to do, and interrupting him to tell him she had already completed most of them didn’t work. So she stumbled into the kitchen to toast a bagel, interjecting ‘yes, I understand’ when appropriate, but her mind brought her back to her recurring fantasy. It wasn’t like her to have dreams of a sexual nature, but this one continually invaded her thoughts. Not that it was bad…but the odds of making it reality weren’t good. Running around Section without underwear was not something she cared to experience, and if they were actually caught… She didn’t want to think about the repercussions.

“Did you hear anything I just said?”

“Yes, and you don’t have anything to worry about. I finished approving two profiles yesterday, plus I sent the latest report to George. The Capetown mission might be unsuccessful, but we suspected that anyway. I don’t think Silverson was ready to lead a mission on his own.”

“Still, we have a lot to do today, and I was hoping that we’d have some time for dinner together. But from the sound of it, we’ll be lucky to even see each other.”

Madeline’s lips curled into a smile. “I’m sure we’ll be able to find five minutes here and there.”

“I suppose I could come by your office between my conference with Section Two and Michael’s debrief.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it.” She disconnected the call, still grinning. If things went as she planned, maybe fantasy could turn into reality.

The End


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