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| Bellevue Bold And Blue; AU, het fic. | |
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| Torrid | May 11 2010, 02:27 AM Post #31 |
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Sorry this took a while girls but, RL crept up on me with a battleaxe. Hope this was worth the wait. -------------------------------- Chapter Seventeen – Consequence? “Shit...” She quickly and shyly retracted her hand, bringing it to her chest. “I-I-I... uh... didn't mean to do that...” “Bullshit.” “...not yet at least.” she smiled, coyly. He leaned forward, balancing on his left hand, planted to the mattress. “If you're gonna do it at all, you may as well get to it.” “What was that you said about being on shift...” “Forget I said it.” he kissed. “My job, at least for now, is to 'watch' you. Larson put me on constant watch. Where better to watch you from but, right here?” he smiled. Rebekah smiled and nodded, sliding her hand back onto his leg and slowly massaging back down between his thighs. A groan escaped his lips as her fingertips brushed over the slight bulge in his pants. “Mmmm... James. Your arms and chest aren't the only well built parts of your body, I see...” James chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Cut it out...” he let his leg drop from the bed and stamped his burning cigarette out. He leaned forwards and kissed Rebekah, quickly and shallowly. His mouth fell open slightly as she grasped at him. “Uh... shit.” She whispered softly, catching his eye. “Good?” “Very.” He watched her thumb over the button at the top of his pants, questioning him with her eyes. “Can I... ?” “Please do...” he breathed out. She popped the button slowly and silently, pulling the material apart. James watched her intently, biting at his lip. He'd not let himself be touched by a woman since his wife. Nearly a year had gone by since she had gone near him. He'd been waiting for the moment where it would happen again. That moment was right now. He sighed as she fiddled with his zip. It slid down, teeth slowly releasing with little clicks. He relished each one. Click, pop, flick. When she got to the final half inch, he brought his hand up and stroked her hair. She parted the material at the front of his pants and grinned. Her hand ran back over his boxers-covered cock. Getting closer... James raised his hips, Rebekah's eyes followed his movements. He raised his eyebrows at her. “You aren't sticking your toes in the water and then running away in fear, Rebekah...” “I don't want to run away.” “Then stop looking like you're gonna.” “I'm not.” she blushed, looking down at her hands. Silence... “Okay, then hows about you tell me how you want this to go?” Silence... She bit her lip and half smiled, looking up at him, grasping his shoulder. “Fuck me?” James blinked, surprised by her reply. “If that's what you want...” She sighed, realising exactly how that came out. Yes, she wanted it but, with that much desperation in her tone? “That's what I want. I don't know that we should, being that we could be caught... and that we only just...” “Can we not even just do it once and then, consider the consequences?” “What if the consequences don't get a chance to be considered?” “That's for me to worry about.” “I will not lose you your job.” “That's right. You won't.” “James...” “Look. Don't.” She sighed and rested her forehead against his. His hands slid up her sides again and up her back. He unsnapped her bra, grabbed her straps and looked down, watching her breasts fall free. He cast her bra aside with a cheeky smile. She laughed and jumped off him. “What're you doing now?” he mumbled incredulously. Her hands fell down her body to her hips and hooked her thumbs into her shorts and pushed them off towards the floor. She stepped out of them and smiled softly at James. Almost virginal in style. She slipped her hand just inside the front of her panties, running her fingertips across her flat belly. James watched her rapturously, gaze unwavering. Rebekah's smile only grew further as she saw how James looked at her. Like if she moved, his jaw would hit the floor. He'd less than discreetly been rubbing his hardening flesh through his underwear, quickly and smoothly removing his dark denim jeans and throwing them off to the ground. He stood up and walked to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close. They kissed once more and hands started to roam. That was nearly enough. James' hand found its way to Rebekah's inner thigh, lifting her leg around his waist, sliding her panties aside and lightly touching over her wetness like a curious kitten with a bowl of cream. She mewled against his lips and silently begged him for more with a gentle thrust of her hips against his fingertip. With a moan, James slipped a finger inside of her. He growled, his suspicions confirmed. He removed his finger after a couple of slow rubs and dropped her leg back to the floor and whispered, pulling her panties off. “Up or down...” “If you mean... standing... or on the bed,” she sighed. “then... bed.” she pushed him backwards towards her bed and he sat back down with a thud. “Mmmm... yes...”
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| AlroightDen | May 11 2010, 11:31 AM Post #32 |
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~SomeKindOfNinja~
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Ugh...fock...
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| olyamet | May 12 2010, 12:03 AM Post #33 |
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Let's Dance
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Yes! Lets get to fuck part!!!!!
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| Unforgiven | May 13 2010, 08:22 AM Post #34 |
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Yes !! "Up or down"... God... That makes me think of the question he asks on the gigs... "do you want it fast or slow"? I'd choose up... and fast.
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| kirks_wife | Oct 13 2010, 02:00 AM Post #35 |
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LOVES LOVES LOVES!! YOU MUST FINISH THIS!!!!!! |
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| Torrid | Oct 16 2010, 04:56 AM Post #36 |
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Okay so, I've enlisted some temporary help and I've a confession to make. I COULD NOT WRITE THIS CHAPTER! Tried as hard as I could and I could NOT do it. So, I borrowed the fuckfest writing talents of the lovely Cheryl (Kirks_wife). I am going to continue this alone. So, read this and study it and praise be to Chez! Sorry it took so long. Really I am. Couldn't continue it without this. ![]() ----------------------------------------- Chapter Eighteen - Desire Rebekah stood in front of James, he had been pushed backwards to the bed and his eyes had taken on a look of surprise. He’d not expected her sudden rush of strength from the girl who’d cried in a foetal position her first night in this place. And now, she stood in front of him, smoothing her hands down her chest and to her shoulders, tugging at the shoulders of her bra. His eyes settled on the tanned skin of her curves that he’d not seen so far beneath her prison drab. As he saw the beauty of her bare exposed skin, he wondered about her innocence. He’d heard her desperate screams of ‘I didn’t kill them!’ But fuck, everyone was in here for a reason. She straddled him, and his warm and rough hands smoothed her waist. He seemed hesitant to take over her just yet. His ears were on alert for patrolling officers. The sound of heavy rubber boots walking the halls was enough to make him jump out of his own skin. He wanted this woman in his lap more than he could control. His hands tried again to touch the soft folds between her thighs. She jumped to his touch and he apologised with a hasty breath. “Sorry...” he kissed in apology. She returned his apology with a horny mouth, accepting his advance to try again. This time, his hands smoothed her plain white knickers down her legs, and she settled once more in his lap. Her eager hands darted to his waist, unbuckling the heavy belt that held his gun, handcuffs and baton in place. “Keep your hands where I can see them.” he commanded with a grin, although his voice carried an air of seriousness. He was nervous about his gun. He knew he shouldn’t let her have the chance to take it from him. She was after all, in here for murder, if what James had heard was true... She returned her cold hands to his neck, and with her legs hooked around his waist, he stood holding her in his arms, and took a few hurried steps backwards. Her naked back was pressed forcefully against the cold metal wall, and he held her easily in his arms, her legs hooked around his hips. With one hand, he unzipped himself, pulling his hard round dick into his fist. Rebekah's face moaned greedily. “Yeah! I want you to fuck me James...” she moaned into his mouth. He responded with a forceful push that made her ram hard into the metal wall. His eyes studied her closely. “Don’t... make... a sound.” he growled in time to the harsh rhythm of his hips. She bit her own tongue to stop from screaming. His hands met the cold wall either side of her, gaining momentum, he fucked her hard, her body sliding up and down the wall. Panting for breath, his cold palms found her body again, transferring the chill from the metal wall back to her shaking skin. Her hands had tried for his belt again. “No.” he said firmly. He turned her away from him, capturing her wrists in his hand, with the other, he unhooked the handcuffs from his belt, and secured her wrists with a tightening roll of the metal clasp. With her hands locked behind her back, he had her where he wanted her. When he entered her once more, her locked hands searched his stomach as much as they could. She enjoyed the submission, but she wanted to scream. Her few soft cries threatened to turn into a scream, and he palmed her mouth with his large hand, pulling her head back to him. “I told you not to scream.” he whispered into her ear. His breath was desperate and horny. “I'm trying!” he made out her words from beneath his hand. Her breath condensed against his palm. He noticed her goosebumps and realised his own body was cold too. He left her body for a moment and turned her in his arms towards him. He smiled gently as she faced him. “James!” she panted quietly. He kissed her warmly, and rubbed his hands up and down her back to warm her. Her single prison bed and thin woollen blanket was looking inviting. He led her back to the bed, still handcuffed to continue his game. He undid her handcuffs, raised her arms above his head, and to her protest, locked them once more around her outstretched wrists. “Not taking any chances.” he winked, his body sliding down hers. His mouth settled teasingly on her stomach, and his tongue begging for a taste of her, tested her warmly. She wanted to scream: no man had taken the time to please her for longer than she cared to remember. His mouth opened her warmly, encouraging the scream she couldn’t afford to emit. Once more, he towered over her. This time, he unbuckled his gun, placing the heavy bolster a little too loudly on the concrete floor. It was out of reach, and that was all that mattered. He returned his concentration to Rebekah: her eyes begging for him under her restraint. She watched his inked arms over her once more, as he fucked her until her own chest buckled in pleasure. His final, heavy groans threatened to give them away. She relished his final urge and felt his sticky cum pattern her stomach and legs at his end. They lay silently together for a few minutes more. She knew he would have to leave soon to continue his patrol if their behaviour was to go unnoticed. “You know, I could vouch for you, for your good behaviour in court...” he smiled deviously. |
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| kirks_wife | Oct 16 2010, 05:00 AM Post #37 |
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You're welcome, Torr! I look forward to more updates!!!
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| olyamet | Oct 16 2010, 02:59 PM Post #38 |
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OMG!!!! Finally!!! HOT!!! Very hot... WANTMORE!!! I miss your fictions so much...thank you!
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| Torrid | Oct 17 2010, 02:12 AM Post #39 |
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A chilled out chapter for you guys ----------------------------- Chapter Nineteen – Decisions, decisions. “James?” “Yeah...” he breathed, looking up at her with a smile as he dressed himself. “Do you have to go?” “Yeah. I have to work sometime.” he grinned. “You sure?” she returned his cheeky smile, smoothing the rough blanket under her. “Yes, I'm sure...” he shrugged. “You lookin' at me like that makes me wanna stay so, you're coming out with me.” “On patrol?” Rebekah knit her eyebrows together. “No, no. For a cigarette. Get dressed.” Rebekah slinked off the bed and quickly threw on her underwear and jumpsuit. “Nights are still warm, right?” she left her jumpsuit quite lowly zipped. “Yeah, it's only September.” he added, pulling her to him by her blue overalls. “You still might wanna zip that up though.” he bit his lip and tugged the zip up. He did up his shirt and grabbed his handcuffs. “May be the last time I get to do this out of... uh... out of bed.” he chuckled low. “Wanna do it behind me?” she smiled teasingly. James growled. “Don't tempt me.” he softly took her lips with his. “C'mon, I need a smoke after that.” Rebekah turned her back on him and held her hands behind her. James took a moment to look at her. He put his hands on her shoulders and slowly ran his hands down her arms, to her hands. He took her wrists and cuffed them together. His hands followed down over her butt and smacked both cheeks lightly. “Don't wanna leave the room with a hard on like I had before. Come on you.” he turned her back to him and pecked her forehead, taking her gently by her arm. ”Anderley to Hetfield, over.” “Shit.” James whispered. “What?” “I don't know.” he let Rebekah's arm go. “Wait here for me, I'll come back. Don't leave the room.” ”James! Pick it up! Over!” “I promise, Bec.” he kissed her cheek and hastily left, locking the door behind him. “Why does he like cuffing me and then leaving?” Rebekah huffed uncomfortably. -------------------------------- “Hetfield, over.” “James, get down here, man! F1-6. Over.” Mike whispered. “What's going on? Why're you whispering?” he didn't get a reply. “Uh, over.” “Emergency, just get down here. Over.” “Alright, I'll be right there. Out.” James rushed down the stairs from F2 to F1 and straight down to cell six. Wonder what's going on that he had to whisper for? Can't be anything of major importance otherwise, he'd be screaming the joint down. He got to the cell and found nobody waiting there for him. “Mike? Where are you?” he whispered with a smile. “Come in James.” He opened the door and smiled at what he saw. Emergency my ass. “Poker?” he breathed. “Quick, shut the door.” Rob smirked and ran his hand through his waist long hair. James shut the door behind him and laughed aloud even though, inside, he was a little ticked. Poker with the boys or a quiet cigarette with Rebekah? Hmmm... “So, this is the staff room, huh?” “Nah, just a table, chairs and a bit of old carpet.” Rob waved off the comment with an air of calm. “I see.” Should've stayed with Rebekah... but, I gotta keep up appearances. “What're we playing for?” he asked, perching between Rob and Mike. “Just chips. Sometimes throw in a shift switch...” Mike started. “Negotiable with the warden of course.” Kelsey, one of the new officers, added. “I think I'll stick to chips...” he saw Mike tear into a bag of doritos. “Speaking of chips...” he grinned sinking his paw into Anderley's foil bag and drew out a big handful. “Who's dealing?” |
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| olyamet | Oct 17 2010, 02:21 AM Post #40 |
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Oh...no, he didn't! He left her handcuffed? For God knows how long!!!
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| kirks_wife | Oct 17 2010, 02:31 AM Post #41 |
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He left Rebekah handcuffed! :lol: Is he gonna go back???!
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| AlroightDen | Oct 17 2010, 03:04 AM Post #42 |
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HA!
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| Torrid | Oct 17 2010, 03:27 AM Post #43 |
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Moar? ![]() ------------------------------------- Chapter Twenty - Bother Some time had passed. As the seconds flowed by, Rebekah grew more and more agitated and desperate for the little white stick or two that James had offered her. She'd tried to wriggle out of her handcuffs, to no avail. To open the door, to no avail. To call for another officer... guess what. After an hour, what seemed like an eternity, she'd had enough. She grabbed the latch of the little grate in the door with her teeth and wrenched it open. She took a breath in and-- "HETFIELD!" --let out an almighty screech. Uh ohhhh... ---------------------------------------------- “I ought to get back out on patrol.” Rob put in after about an hour of play. “Nearly six.” “Yeah, better go let Rebekah have the cigarette break I promised her.” “Oooof...” Mike seethed. “you left her an hour?!” “You dragged me here!” Mike laughed. “You won't be laughing if I come back with bruises, asshole.” “Later.” Rob said as he left. “Yep.” James added. “you ain't half trouble. My mom warned me about guys like you!” he walked through the open door with a chuckle and held it for Mike and Kelsey. "HETFIELD!" “Ohhh... shit.” James muttered. “God, dude. If that's who I think it is, do you need a hand?” Rob asked. “Or three?” Mike added. Kelsey nodded. “Yeah, that's her... and yeah. Thanks.” “Right men... and woman, let's move.” The boys and Kelsey got a move on and hauled ass up to F2-11. From down the corridor, James could feel the rage coming from Rebekah's cell. She's gonna bite my ear off. The reached her room. “Hetfield!” she yelled. “Calm down, Milton!” Rob yelled back. “Bought the posse did ya, James?” she growled. “So what if I did?” he tested her. Bad move. “You left me cuffed up for fucking ages!” The three others made pained faces and James glared at them. I thought you were support! he mouthed. “Look, I'll take you for a cigarette now, okay?” “Oh! Oh no, James. Asshole! I wanna slap the shit out of you!” “That mightn't be a good idea, Rebekah! You know what happened last time...” Kelsey added with a grin... the only female officer on duty right now, had been looking forward to her first hose down. “Shut up!” “Rebekah... calm down.” James tried to sooth her. “No.” she spat. “Please?” “James!” “Do you wanna shut her up?” “Please. If, uh... Kels, you could stay on call?” “You got it. Go get your dog back on her leash.” James smiled. He waited until Kelsey and the others were out of earshot to start trying to tame Rebekah. “Becca, it's just me now.” “You get your ass in here!” she stamped her foot. “You stand back away from the door.” “I am.” she spat once more. James moved infront of the grill and got right up to it. “You can't fool me. Back off.” “Alright.” “On the back wall. I wanna hear the cuffs clink.” “Okay, okay.” she walked backwards against the wall and made a point of clinking the cuffs extra hard. “Happy?” “Now stay.” “You treating me like a dog now too?” “No, I just don't want you to rush me.” he chuckled sarcastically and opened the door. He closed it back behind him and shut the hatch over. He approached her with his palm out. She was pissed. “Stay there but, turn side on.” “Yes, officer.” “I'm gonna uncuff you but... just... don't be mad at me?” “Why shouldn't I?” she replied flatly. “Because... Mike--” “How'd I know it'd be him? I swear he hates me.” “Well, he didn't know did he?” “Goddamn karma.” “Sorry.” he half apologised, removing her cuffs. “What took you so long anyways? Must've been some call...” may the interrogation begin. I can feel the sting on my cheek already. “He... called me down to... play poker...” Rebekah's eyes flew open. “Poker?” “Yeah...” “You left me here... cuffed behind my back... to play poker?” “Well, I thought it was an emergenc--” She belted him across the face with her right hand. “Son of a--” James grabbed her arm, wheeled her round and pinned her face down on the bed. He pressed himself against her back. “C'mon Bec... I didn't know.” “Booshirr...” she groaned, face smooshed on the covers. James eased off a little. “I have a right to be angry.” “Yes, you do. I'm trying to apologise here.” “By pinning me to the bed?” “Yes. I was planning on giving you a parting memento before I leave for the day...” “You were?” “Yeah...” he grinned mischievously. “first, let's go get a cigarette?” “One condition.” “What?” “No cuffs.” “Well, I suppose it can't hurt to try.” “There's no point in running.” “True.” “'kay then, hop to it.” |
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| olyamet | Oct 17 2010, 03:36 AM Post #44 |
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Ohhh...she let him off too easy!
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| kirks_wife | Oct 18 2010, 02:55 AM Post #45 |
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ooooh! More please!
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