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Free for a Second
Ah've had a sick feelin' in my gut the whole evening. The
feeling of dread that just sticks to you like the stink from
Lookin' in the mirror, ah look like a million bucks, with
my hair all done, and the dress ah picked out earlier hugging
to my every feminine curve. Had things been different, ah
would've felt as great as ah look.
Some Operatives must be thinkin' me a fuckin' stupid bitch
right now. Ah won't say that part of me ain't kickin' myself
in the ass for letting Remy LeBeau tag along in that assignment
in the first place, but yet another part of me is grateful
ta have gotten out of the rut, even if I were free for a second,
with a hell of a consequence ta pay for.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the Cajun gazin' at
me with appreciative eyes. There's a lump in my throat; if
only we were in another place, in another time, and ah was
not what ah am ... Lord, Remy, we would've been perfect.
"Ya look tres magnifique, chere." He said softly, and intimately.
My actin' skills kick in, and ah flash him a coy smile and
thank him for the compliment in his mother tongue.
"Ah'm all set. Vous?"
He took a long drag on his cigarette and eyed me from head
to toe. "We're too early."
Ah realise what that look in his eye is -- lust, desire,
whatever ya want ta call it. Ah know it because it's what
ah'm feelin' too. How can a man look so damn delicious fully-dressed
in an Armani suit?
What's it like ta be with a man that you've grown ta care
for; a man that actually gives a shit about ya so much that
he's willing ta risk his life just to help ya? Ah don't think
it's just plain simple gratitude or lust.
Girl, don't even think about it, ever. No point contemplatin'
what you won't live to experience.
Just take what ya can have right now...
The air in the room was charged with sexual tension, and
they both knew it...
In a husky voice she asked, "So how much more time do we
Remy LeBeau cocked his head and estimated about an hour and
An hour half. One hour thirty minutes of something more than
sex, and she wanted it.
It had been a while since she had held out a shaky, unsure
hand to anyone. She'd fucked before. Plenty times in fact,
for the sake of the mission, just because it was part of her
But this time, it was of her own free will, and this time,
the man standing opposite her meant more to her than just
a target. It scared the hell out of her and it made her want
to wail in sorrow that there would be no more chance of such
Remy lost no time in discarding his cigarette and moved towards
her slowly, taking her hand and kissing it softly, pulling
her against his hard body. She pressed her lips against his
hungrily, her tongue teasing and stroking his own.
As he kissed her back, her hands unbuttoned his shirt deftly
to slide them against his muscled abdomen, then up higher,
skimming fleetingly over his flat male nipples, coaxing a
hiss of pleasure from him. Skillfully, he unzipped her dress
with one hand as the other cupped her right breast, kneading
it gently, never breaking the kiss.
Remy LeBeau smiled as the beautiful woman in his arms whimpered
when his fingers teased her nipple into full attention then
pinched it, sending shocks of pleasure through her body. Sabine
reacted by grinding her hips against his; the evidence of
his arousal pressing hard against her belly.
As he slid the filmy dress off her shoulders, and his eyes
roamed over her scantily-clad figure, his mind couldn't help
drifting off to think how unreal this all was. They had been
playing cat and mouse for the past few days, and now, suddenly,
this? Why, and how...
All previous thoughts fled his mind as he felt her hands
cupping him through the soft material of his boxers. She had
gotten busy divesting him of his suit and was kneeling before
him, rubbing him to full erection. He grit his teeth as her
fingers touched his hot cock again, guiding it out through
the opening of his boxers. Panting, he let her trace the veins
of his circumcised member with her soft tongue, but as she
took the tip of it into her mouth, his hips bucked involuntarily-
he knew they had to go slow or he'd burst like some pre-pubescent
"Go slow, Sabine, go slow," he begged, and she lifted her
head in mercy.
Pushing him back to sit on the edge of the bathtub, Sabine
stood before him to unclasp her bra, shrugging the material
off to reveal her full pert breasts, each crested with a rosy
nipple. Immediately, he filled his hands with them, letting
the nipples peek out from between his fingers. He released
them only to replace is hands with his mouth, wetting her
entire breast and suckling hard on each breasts alternately.
She gasped and felt her eyes roll back at the sudden assault.
Her knees buckled, only to have Remy catch her, pulling her
to him to straddle his hips. As her sex met his between the
thin layer of her silk panties, they both groaned out loud
and a shared tremor shot through their bodies.
Licking her dry lips seductively and watching Remy's face
intently, Sabine shifted her hips ever so slightly, rubbing
her pussy against his straining cock. She was rewarded with
a choked sound from her lover, and a similar response from
his own hips.
Deciding it was her turn to squirm, Remy cupped her ass and
jerked her hard against his pelvis, then slid his thumb down
the front of her underwear. Sabine let out a little scream
as his thumb found her clit, already slippery wet with her
juices, and rubbed in tantalising little circles. His cock
throbbed as he watch her go over the edge, her body spasming
deliciously, her face contorted in sweet pleasure.
As she came down from her high, she kissed him hard again,
reaching down to untie the side-ties of her fancy panties.
His hand came in way to take the garment off, caressing her
bare buttocks, then sliding further down so that his fingers
touched her vulva. He inched them a bit more and his long
fingers entered her tight sex.
They both hissed. "Dieu, Sabine. Ya be so amazin'," He whispered
in her ear as he thrust two fingers into her pussy, testing
"Ah want ya in me," Sabine begged as she tried to tug his
Obliglingly, he stood and carried her with him, her legs
entwined round his hips, to slip his boxers off. Satisfied
that they were both sinfully naked, he took her mouth once
more as he guided himself into her.
"Oh Lord..." Sabine could feel him fill her up completely,
in more ways than one.
With a slight stiffness, he made his way to the bed with
her in his arms, each movement giving them both shocks of
pleasure as his cock pumped gently in and out of her wet vagina.
The Cajun lay Sabine gently on the bed, settling in, and
began to thrust his hips slowly and deliciously. He latched
his mouth onto her breasts again, stimulating her further.
In return, she reached low to cup his balls as he fucked her,
massaging them gently, causing him to pant harder. His hips
worked faster as hers bucked to meet him, working up a sexual
rhythm, feeling the pleasure building up between them.
He told her in a ragged voice that he was cumming, and made
an effort to withdraw from her, but she gripped him tightly
"It's alright, Remy." she assured him, indicating that she
was on protection.
With that piece of mind, he increased his speed, his cock
ramming into her noisily. She raked her fingernails over his
back as she felt herself closing in.
It hit them both suddenly, the orgasm of the other triggering
more nerve endings, rolling them both in wave after wave of
As things calmed, Remy planted the softest of kisses on her
lips, and held her tight as they lay limply, recouperating.
When I woke she was still dere. I was expectin' her to be
gone wit'out a trace.
I confess dat I was suspicious when she came t'me earlier,
and allowed dis sweet thing t'happen. Allowed herself ta be
so vulnerable, knowin' dat it was goin' to be more dan jus'
Here she is, curled against me, soft curves and all. Seein'
de remainin' bandages on her, I hope I didn't hurt her during
our love-making. I look at de time. Great. We're gonna be
I don' wanna get up yet, not with her nappin' in my arms
like dis. I stroke her hair and kiss her forehead. But duty
calls, and besides, Poppa be real anal about bein' on time;
won't do to make dis first impression a bad one.
Ah've never been asleep all this time.
Just pretended to, 'cos it's easier than strugglin' with
my emotions wide awake in front of him.
Damn, Sabby. Ya should've left while he was out.
And miss those sweet caresses, and gentle kisses?
Yes, ya damned fool.
Should've left. It was just a good fuck. It has ta be just
"Sabine?" He shakes me gently.
Can you rough me up a bit, hit me, or just grunt and grab
a beer, Remy LeBeau, instead of bein' so sweet? Make it easier
on me, please.
Puttin' my defenses and pretenses back up, ah 'wake'. He's
tellin' me ta get dressed, we're gonna be late. Ah watch him
get dressed as ah pull together my own clothes and get ready.
He smiles at me, helps zip me up and tilts my head up ta
Ah don't want to kiss you, Remy LeBeau, because ah think
you are a drug of sorts. Ah can't get hooked on you right
now, but ah can't not kiss you either, you'll get suspicious.
Or maybe that's just my excuse.
His tongue is soft and quick, strong yet gentle; his kisses
are so artful that they make my toes curl. Ah break the kiss,
remindin' him that we're on our way to becoming latecomers
to the dinner.
Gathering the little things we need, we step out of the room,
where ah'm leavin' all dreams and hopes behind.
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