Wired, Part 2
Patty smiles a tight, reptilian smile. “Did you lose something?” She indicates the dress on the floor.
“Patty you misunderstood me,” Ellen says softly - tenderly, she hopes. “I thought I heard someone coming, that’s why I asked you to stop. That’s the only reason.” She looks into Patty’s intensely analytical stare and wills her boss to believe what she’s said. For a moment, they are both totally still. The murmur of conversation and the clinking of glasses are audible below.
The glint in Patty’s eye dares Ellen to make the first move. So she does. She takes Patty’s hands in hers, and slowly and deliberately puts them back exactly where they were - one on her shoulder, the other just above her ass. Then she buries her own hands in the downy hair at base of Patty’s skull, pulls her close and kisses her.
Only now does Patty begin to respond. She kisses back, then breaks contact and guides Ellen toward the bed.
Patty is a surprisingly playful lover. Ellen expected her to be commanding, all business. But Patty for some reason decides to try to kiss every bared part of Ellen -- her wrist, her elbow, her shoulder, her nose, her belly button … when Ellen impatiently wriggles away, Patty giggles.
Time is passing, and, conscious of their conspicuous absence from the party, Ellen thinks it is only responsible to hurry things along. She roughly forces Patty’s skirt up, and pulls her underwear down around her knees. Then she applies all her concentration to using her tongue to make Patty forget everything. She wants her to forget about the sarcastic remark Ellen made downstairs. She wants her to forget that Ellen pushed her away. She wants her to forget that she tried to have Ellen killed.
Or maybe Ellen herself wants to forget.
After Patty comes, she flips Ellen onto her back and slides her fingers under her associate’s green lace panties. She sits back a little on her haunches so she can see Ellen’s face. Her expression is dreamy as she thrusts her fingers into Ellen and watches the younger woman’s shuddering orgasm.
Her work finished, she moves so that her face hovers above Ellen’s, and grins down at her.
“I know you lied.”
“What?” Ellen says, panting.
“You didn’t hear someone coming. You just… changed your mind. I wonder why.”
Patty shifts and sits up, apparently not expecting a response.
“I have guests I’m neglecting. Tonight is supposed to be about Tom, after all,” she says wryly. She checks her face in a hand mirror on the bedside table and begins buttoning her shirt.
Ellen is still catching her breath, but remembering her dress and what is attached to it, she slithers to the floor and snatches it from under the bed. In her haste to put the dress on, she puts an arm through the neck hole. And as she disentangles herself, the wire is exposed for the briefest of seconds.
She looks up and sees Patty watching her. Shit. But if Patty saw something, she gives Ellen no indication.
“Take your time,” Patty says, and leaves the room.
Ellen takes a few extra minutes to make sure her heart is still beating and her hair looks the way it did when she left the party. She checks her watch and sees that about twenty-five minutes have elapsed.
Then she returns to the living room, where she finds that Patty has already disseminated an excuse about a witness leaving her a voicemail they had needed to follow up on. She spends the rest of the evening coaxing stories about Tom’s student days out of Professor Doerfler.
***
Ellen spends a sleepless night. She paces the floor of her hotel room. Patty probably didn’t see the wire. It was only visible for half a second, and Patty was several yards away. On the other hand, if she did see it, Ellen may be in mortal danger.
Should she tell the FBI agents the investigation has been compromised? If they were listening in, they will definitely have questions. She can’t decide whether to be horrified or amused at that thought. Harrison and Werner can protect her. But she has a feeling they will shut down the operation, and Ellen doesn’t want that. She wants Patty.
Wants Patty in jail, that is. Although…
She thinks of the way Patty’s mouth caressed her shoulder eagerly, but gently. The way Patty’s fingers felt inside of her.
Oh, Hell. She doesn’t know what she wants anymore.
***
The following morning, Patty ducks into Ellen’s office and asks her about the infant mortality case. If it could have been a setup. Ellen’s palms start to sweat. She will have to tell Harrison and Werner that Patty is suspicious.
As she is leaving, Patty turns and says, “It was wonderful having you at dinner the other night. I hope you had fun.”
Ellen nervously returns her smile. “I had a lovely time.”
“Patty you misunderstood me,” Ellen says softly - tenderly, she hopes. “I thought I heard someone coming, that’s why I asked you to stop. That’s the only reason.” She looks into Patty’s intensely analytical stare and wills her boss to believe what she’s said. For a moment, they are both totally still. The murmur of conversation and the clinking of glasses are audible below.
The glint in Patty’s eye dares Ellen to make the first move. So she does. She takes Patty’s hands in hers, and slowly and deliberately puts them back exactly where they were - one on her shoulder, the other just above her ass. Then she buries her own hands in the downy hair at base of Patty’s skull, pulls her close and kisses her.
Only now does Patty begin to respond. She kisses back, then breaks contact and guides Ellen toward the bed.
Patty is a surprisingly playful lover. Ellen expected her to be commanding, all business. But Patty for some reason decides to try to kiss every bared part of Ellen -- her wrist, her elbow, her shoulder, her nose, her belly button … when Ellen impatiently wriggles away, Patty giggles.
Time is passing, and, conscious of their conspicuous absence from the party, Ellen thinks it is only responsible to hurry things along. She roughly forces Patty’s skirt up, and pulls her underwear down around her knees. Then she applies all her concentration to using her tongue to make Patty forget everything. She wants her to forget about the sarcastic remark Ellen made downstairs. She wants her to forget that Ellen pushed her away. She wants her to forget that she tried to have Ellen killed.
Or maybe Ellen herself wants to forget.
After Patty comes, she flips Ellen onto her back and slides her fingers under her associate’s green lace panties. She sits back a little on her haunches so she can see Ellen’s face. Her expression is dreamy as she thrusts her fingers into Ellen and watches the younger woman’s shuddering orgasm.
Her work finished, she moves so that her face hovers above Ellen’s, and grins down at her.
“I know you lied.”
“What?” Ellen says, panting.
“You didn’t hear someone coming. You just… changed your mind. I wonder why.”
Patty shifts and sits up, apparently not expecting a response.
“I have guests I’m neglecting. Tonight is supposed to be about Tom, after all,” she says wryly. She checks her face in a hand mirror on the bedside table and begins buttoning her shirt.
Ellen is still catching her breath, but remembering her dress and what is attached to it, she slithers to the floor and snatches it from under the bed. In her haste to put the dress on, she puts an arm through the neck hole. And as she disentangles herself, the wire is exposed for the briefest of seconds.
She looks up and sees Patty watching her. Shit. But if Patty saw something, she gives Ellen no indication.
“Take your time,” Patty says, and leaves the room.
Ellen takes a few extra minutes to make sure her heart is still beating and her hair looks the way it did when she left the party. She checks her watch and sees that about twenty-five minutes have elapsed.
Then she returns to the living room, where she finds that Patty has already disseminated an excuse about a witness leaving her a voicemail they had needed to follow up on. She spends the rest of the evening coaxing stories about Tom’s student days out of Professor Doerfler.
***
Ellen spends a sleepless night. She paces the floor of her hotel room. Patty probably didn’t see the wire. It was only visible for half a second, and Patty was several yards away. On the other hand, if she did see it, Ellen may be in mortal danger.
Should she tell the FBI agents the investigation has been compromised? If they were listening in, they will definitely have questions. She can’t decide whether to be horrified or amused at that thought. Harrison and Werner can protect her. But she has a feeling they will shut down the operation, and Ellen doesn’t want that. She wants Patty.
Wants Patty in jail, that is. Although…
She thinks of the way Patty’s mouth caressed her shoulder eagerly, but gently. The way Patty’s fingers felt inside of her.
Oh, Hell. She doesn’t know what she wants anymore.
***
The following morning, Patty ducks into Ellen’s office and asks her about the infant mortality case. If it could have been a setup. Ellen’s palms start to sweat. She will have to tell Harrison and Werner that Patty is suspicious.
As she is leaving, Patty turns and says, “It was wonderful having you at dinner the other night. I hope you had fun.”
Ellen nervously returns her smile. “I had a lovely time.”