The Last Man Chapter 14: The Broken Reel
(This might be the last naughty J/N chapter you read since I guess no one writes them anymore but me. Ladies- Open a glass of wine, lite a candle, and put on some romantic music. Fellas- I really don't care what you do, lol)
I recommend for Paris:a vanilla candle and a piece of chocolate or a cookie (lol)
Suggested listening:
In Paris anything with a French singer or with a violin.
Alizee: Amelie M'a Dit (it's nice and slow) with http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1qOSxW2bbuo
For present day: Lots of Rum and Coke and dark room with a muted TV
Royal Wood -Juliet (Male/ Piano) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cnAmDZ4wBZc
Tori Amos: - China http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cD7a3HbgqJE
Josh Ritter - Change of Time http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PYEGzgwBlmw
Concrete Blonde - The Ship Song (for a duet) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c8CpUIx6rc4
Mark Knopfler - Storybook Love (Male) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ifSUhwmIMU
He was searching around the bay window for bugs and laughed, “You have a view of the Eiffel Tower from here…”
“No I don’t…”
“Here… you have to lean all the way out.”
“I’ll fall, you’re taller.”
“I got you. Lean all the way out, then look above the white satellite dish.”
“Wow, you’re right! I can see one inch of the lightning rod,” he had been holding her around the waist; she leaned back in and felt him pressed up against her whole body like a glove. “How romantic…” She had fully intended the words to be sarcastic, but when spoken as she looked over her shoulder at him, they sounded entirely different.
He felt the warmth of her breath as she stared into his eyes, then he saw her eyes flit down to stare at his lips. He knew that meant she was thinking about being kissed. Her whole body seemed to gravitate toward his lips and he bowed his head an inch to meet her the rest of the way. She kissed him slowly; he wasn’t surprised that her tongue had a pointed tip which was supposed to reflect a rigid physical condition and an aggressive or even offensive mentality.
She reached back with one hand rubbed the back of his neck, then grabbed his belt with the other, and pulled him more tightly to her. She felt him yank her underwear down and she managed to free one foot from them. She moved forward to put her knees on the window seat and a hand on each side of the window. She felt him nudge her feet with his knees and she spread her legs. “Farther- as far as possible.” She did as he instructed and she waited to hear the sounds of his belt, but it didn’t come.
He knelt quickly behind her, ran his arms between her legs, reached around her torso, grabbed the small of her back, and exhaled deeply across her exposed flesh. He inhaled deeply, drawing the cold Parisian air over her, and then repeated it while he kneaded her back with iron hands. He marveled at the smell of her skin, it was an odd cross between vanilla and chocolate- she smelled like cookies! She must have showered just before bed and used some sort of product to get the smell. He guiltily felt his stomach rumble- he had missed dinner.
As she felt him inhaling and exhaling across her… her… “Fuck…” she sighed. The area between her anus and vagina… what the hell was the name she thought, as the doctor in her tried to retain the ability for intellectual thought… the Perineum! She knew she was already wet and suddenly she grew very self conscious, thinking something was wrong and started running down a check list in her head. She thought he growled for a moment, like a caged beast and then realized it was his stomach. Something clicked and she sniffed her arm; she had used vanilla bath salts and chocolate body scrub tonight. She giggled girlishly, never having expected anyone but her to smell it. “Sounds like someone’s-” and he plunged his tongue into her, “-hu…ng…rrry…”
She tried to pull away and realized that she had nowhere to go except backwards: her legs were spread wide, arms were clutching the window to prevent a three story fall, and his arms tentacled around her body prevented upward motion. He yanked her back onto his tongue; she tried to adjust herself to prevent his nose from going places that she’d rather it not and lowered her front half slowly until her forehead was on the window seat. She realized too late that it just seemed to open herself further. He was more than skilled in cunnilingus, but she guiltily relished the back rub more. Her whole lower back was tight as a drawn bow from moving boxes and furniture all week. She was positive he knew it and was doing it as an added service.
He slowly worked her labia in a circular pattern, one rotation clockwise, then one counter; he was very careful to avoid her clitoris. She kept trying to adjust her body motion to include it but he merely built her small thrusting motions into his routine. “Jesus…” she breathed again and suddenly he removed his hands and face. “Please…” she purred expecting him to enter her, but he wasn’t doing anything of the sort. He sat on the ground, spun around and craned his neck backwards so she was virtually sitting on his face.
She self-consciously tried to move away but his strong arms kept her in place. “I’m going to hurt you…” to which he laughed and tried to pull her down to him. “You’ll suffocate…”
“I can hold my breath for over six minutes…”
“In water! It’s halved on lan-”
He suddenly took her clitoris in his mouth, trapping it between his lip and tongue. He reached up and as if he had know her body for years and lightly brushed her nipples without touching her breasts.
She shuddered as she tried to pull away. His fingers on one hand found her and entered her as the other rubbed her breast, his thumb working her nipple. She clutched the windowsill so hard that she wondered if her nails were leaving furrow marks on it. Suddenly he stopped and retracted his head and other extremities. She waited for him to grab her around the waist, but he did nothing of the sort. He reached around her, took one of her hands and turned her. He lifted her from under her arms and she wrapped her legs around him as her carried her to the desk.
He paused abruptly having realized that she was avoiding touching him with her hands, “What?”
“You have to be forceful… They told me that they were going to ask me on my next polygraph if I willingly initiated sexual contact. You have to be aggressive with me; then I’ve been ordered to go with it- to keep from getting hurt,” she panted in his ear.
He reared his head back, looked at her, turned and walked into her kitchen.
She watched him go and quickly looked all around her, as though she were on Candid Camera, “Is this really happening?” she whispered. “Bourne?!? OH!!! I get it…” she smiled gleefully as she retrieved her panties and returned them to there full upright position.
She crept to the corner and peered around it suspiciously, “Okay… I’ll play.” She ignored the impulse to start outright searching the house for him and proceeded to preform a litany of tasks where she employed grossly over sexualized poses.
She swept the floor in the kitchen and used the dustpan by bending over fully without bending her knees as she shifted unnecessarily from one hip to the other until even the smallest bit of frust was gone. She ate a banana in an entirely inappropriate manner. She flipped through a magazine while laying face down, naked, on the bed. She examined her body in a full length mirror from every lurid pose imaginable, some unknown to even Erin Andrews. She tried on her sexiest clothing; which sadly was the only part of her wardrobe which could be considered neglected.
She walked downstairs and sighed, “Bourne- this isn’t fun anymore?”
She frowned, “Shit! Did he really leave?” An idea suddenly dawned on her. “What a fucking asshole!” she fumed as she feinted anger and stormed up the stairs. “You cretin. He wasn’t the good anyway… It probably saved me a lot of time; who am I kidding- sixty seconds is more likely.”
She stripped as she got into bed, “Right Nicky, sure, throw away your vibrator- you wouldn’t want customs to find it: fucking idiot… I guess I’ll have to do this the old fashion way…” she cursed as she proceed to masturbate and moan at such an unnecessary volume that a man, in the next building over, screamed at her to shut up.
“Son of a bitch…” she cursed after awhile. “This really isn’t fun anymore… Bourne?!? Come get me now or never- I’m so over this!” There was nothing but silence. “I have a gun Bourne!” She groaned, “You’re kidding me… He left. He really left.”
She tried to fake being asleep, like a child staying up for Santa, but of course failed. She fell asleep with just a sheet and was freezing. She remembered shivering but not wanting to get up to: close the window, get dressed, or unpack a blanket.
She woke up the next morning and groaned. “Idiot…” She put a hand on each side of her aching pelvis, “Great… Women can get ‘blue balls’. I bet my ovaries are the size of plums… What a jerk!”
Suddenly she realized that she was warm. “Huh?” She looked down and saw that she was wrapped in an old quilt. It was faded, warm, and very soft. It was never something she would have purchased- ever. She sniffed it and it smelled like him. She saw a sunflower on the bedside table with a note that she snatched up, enraged.
Parsons-
You looked cold. “Looked cold?” I enjoyed the show. “What?” I took the rest of the cameras down. “SON OF A BITCH!” I’m really not there right now… Enjoy breakfast.
-Bourne
“Great! We aren’t even on a first name basis! Great, just great Nicky! Aaugh,” she screamed in frustration.
She stormed downstairs and saw a bag on the kitchen counter that obviously contained the breakfast he had left for her, “Fucking asshole!” Looking around she remembered that she hadn’t found a coffee pot yet; Conklin had their old safe-house packed up and shipped here. She knew the bag contained coffee, but she grabbed it and flung it in the trash without looking in it.
She stormed over to the bad coffee shop next door, placed her order, and barked at the barista, [Don’t give me that tourist swill again; I will come back there and cut you- bitch don’t fuck with my coffee!] The little man did a triple take and saw how angry she was and gave her it for free.
Back in the present:
Bourne had been laughing uncontrollably for several minutes, as he toweled his hair; he had showered as she spoke. She knew some of his laughter was him trying to deal with the days events.
She laughed, “Well I’m glad you’re amused. God, I was so pissed! So, that’s how we first met…” she concluded.
“You going to reenact your posing in the mirror?”
She blushed furiously, “Nope.”
“So, when did we get together?” he asked eagerly.
She smiled slyly behind her glass as she took a sip of her drink, “That wasn’t your question Mr. Bourne.”
“How much have you had to drink tonight?” he asked, clearly concerned.
“Enough…” she handed him the glass and he put it on the nightstand as she shifted on the bed so that they were both sitting. He brushed her hair behind her ear. They both knew they were filled with lust and apprehension. “Do you want this; I mean are you ready?”
He nodded and suddenly looked tormented, “Malana…” she raised an eyebrow. “She’s going to stay with me a long time. I sat next to her in a briefing for a day and she was one of the three people I’ve known the best in four years. How sad is that? Two of them are dead now…”
She nodded and placed her goodish hand on his cheek, “That’s normal- what you’re feeling…”
“…and Khanh Nazari…”
“I should have let you talk to him…”
He shook his head, “No, you were right. He was pissed.”
“I know what you’re going through. My entire life is like that. I can count the number of people that have ever loved me on one hand- either one!” she laughed.
He inched closer to her and he leaned his head onto hers and their noses brushed. “I can’t take anymore.” She opened her eyes and saw tears running down his cheeks. “The killing. The death. The constant running. I feel like I’m going to implode. If anything happens to you…”
“I know. I promise- no more secrets. I should tell you everything… In case something does happen to me.”
He sighed in utter sorrow, “That’s not what I’m talking about.”
“Shhh…” she cooed as their lips touched and they kissed gently at first, but it quickly turned frantic. She clawed at his undershirt which he pulled off for her and then followed suit with hers as they moved backwards on the bed. She slid her underwear off as she went and he followed suit.
She half pulled him up her body and when he made to stop halfway up. She spurred him onward, “Please… I don’t need that. Trust me, with our luck someone will come barging in here in about five minutes.”
In answer, he moved up her body, giving her goosebumps on the way. He reached over to get his backpack and unzipped it. She tugged on his arm, smiled mischievously, took his bottom lip in her mouth, and bit it gently. His resolve for safety crumbled as she gyrated her hips, nudging him politely.
“Are you going to remember this in the morning?” he breathed.
“God, I hope so.”
“I’m serious…”
She pulled away slightly, so she could see his face, “What if I don’t- aren’t you entitled a memory of us that I don’t share?” She blinked several times, her head clearing, “You changed your mind. It’s okay… It really is. Come on…” she nodded to the side for him to roll off of her.
Suddenly he surged forward and was in her and she seemed to exhale more air than she was capable of holding, “Oh God…”
She locked her feet behind his knees and wrapped both arms around him as tightly as she could; suddenly he felt as though he was just ensnarled by a huge carnivorous plant and he laughed at the thought. “Why do I feel like I wouldn’t be able to pry you off?”
She laughed too, “Hey, you had your chance to run buddy…” She spurred the back of his thighs as though he were a horse and he increased his speed. She kissed his neck and then licked around the edge of his ear before beginning to lustfully whisper in his ear.
At first he thought she was going to whisper romantic loving things, but the litany of perverse words and thoughts that poured out of her mouth caused him to recoil and look her in the eye. “You’re drunk…”
“Nope, if I was drunk I would want you to do this…” she leaned forward and whispered some more.
“I think I need to go to Home Depot for that…” to which she giggled. “Don’t hold anything back on my account… I like it furious!”
They pounded on each other with reckless abandon and as she had predicted her phone rang around fifteen minutes into it; his phone rang at the twenty minute mark. She was on top of him and he tried to reach it, “I swear to God Bourne; I will cut it off and keep it if you touch that. If it’s serious they’ll knock. I bet it’s just Ash… We’ve earned this!”
She pounded on him relentlessly and he was impressed by her stamina. Her arms weren’t toned so he assumed she wasn’t in good shape, but apparently she was a fan of running and sit-ups. He wondered if she didn’t work her arms on purpose, as a ruse. After several position changes, he felt himself drawing close. “Nicky we need to move, or change gears…”
“I’m more than satisfied- if you’re good?”
He nodded.
“How do you want to finish? The distinguished gentleman from Missouri has the floor…”
He held her tightly and rolled over on top of her and looked at her with such a profound since of longing that she blinked three times rapidly. He moved with infinitesimal slowness for several thrusts. He was drinking her in with his eyes she felt every muscle in his body start to tighten.
She watched as he gazed at her with such longing and desire that her mouth fell open as she realized that he was going to orgasm just by looking at her. She felt tears roll out of each eye and suddenly she felt her whole body constrict and she bore down and clenched him as tightly as she could feel his entire body relax and heat spread through her.
Her body finally relaxed and their eyes locked in post coital bliss. “Was it always like this?” he asked softly.
She laughed politely and smiled showing more teeth than he knew she had, “No,” she sighed. “This was special…” she whispered as she wiped the sweat from his cheek.
“Were we in love?”
Still locking eyes, she whispered, “No.” She continued with a halting voice, “I once loved David Webb so much that I would’ve jumped into a volcano if he asked me to.” He started to speak, but she held her one good finger to his lips, “Did he love me? I don’t know.” She smiled with great warmth, “He went to great extremes to prove that he didn’t, but that just proved to me how much he really did…” she kissed him gently.
“…restraining orders are just another way of saying ‘I love you’?”
She laughed so suddenly and with such force that she pushed him out of her, “Yeah. It wasn’t very healthy… I was a whole boat load of crazy for you. It was very difficult for me… with you…”
“…and Jason Bourne?”
“You’re different now. Just like your brother is different. As far as I’m concerned there are three of you. I’m bottling my emotions up for Jason Bourne and I’m keeping a firm stopper in that bottle this time, until you pull it out. Once the genie is out though, there is no putting it back.”
“Fair enough. He did you know… I know he did… How could he not?”
She looked absolutely twitterpated but before she could answer, there was a loud knock at the door. Jason rolled off of her, gun in hand and crept to the door.
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