Fic: Bachelor Party Redux
Bachelor Party Redux
'Chuck'
John/Ellie; references to Ellie/Devon and Devon/Forrest
NC17/R
If Devon had given in to Alex Forrest's seduction attempt...
Alex whipped off her top and Devon moaned. She then introduced Devon to a whole heap of seduction techniques which weren't in any police manual. Devon would be putty in her hands. Well, apart from the vital part of him. That was hard and clearly raring to go. By the time Alex was naked apart from her boots, Devon was aching for it.
Devon moaned, half cut and violently aroused, “Oh, God; please...”
Alex Forrest smiled just like the cat who'd got the cream, “Let me soothe your tension, baby...”
She sank slowly down on to her target and let nature take its course. Guy wasn't too bad a lay, even though he was drunk. Once things had reached the foregone conclusion, she slowly peeled herself off Devon and sat deliberately on his rumpled pants. Evidence of coitus was necessary tonight. She'd get rid of the female condom later.
***
Ellie knew something was up the minute Devon came home. She folded her arms.
“Okay, what exactly happened at the bachelor party?”
She didn't really need to ask. Devon had a tell-tale post-orgasmic flush on his face. He also couldn't quite meet her eyes.
“Babe, I was totally not awesome. I screwed up.”
“Yeah, and who?”
Devon looked contrite and stricken, “Jeff and Lester hired dancing girls. One was a blonde dressed as a cop. She cuffed me and...”
“Pack your bags and get out.”
Devon finally looked at her, “There's no way back for me is there, babe?”
Ellie's eyes narrowed and her lip wobbled slightly, “No. Get the hell out of my life.”
“I'm totally sorry, babe.”
“I can see that, but if you really loved me you'd be faithful. Even when drunk.”
Ellie waited until Devon had left with a suitcase before she broke down and cried.
***
Chuck came home later and heard the news.
“Oh, God; Ellie. I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do?”
Ellie just let Chuck hold her until she stopped crying.
“Thought he was the One, Chuck.”
“I know. I could hit him.”
Ellie giggled at the thought of her gangly brother standing up to Devon, “Might do better if we set Casey on him.”
Chuck rubbed her back, “Casey might kill him!”
“Right now I might be tempted to let him.”
***
Casey rounded on Agent Forrest, “You did WHAT?!!?”
She barely stirred a hair, “I compromised the Asset's future brother in law so as to destabilise Chuck's relationship with Sarah.”
Casey got right in her face, “How the hell was that a good idea?”
Alex shrugged slightly, “I was under orders.”
“How is seducing Devon Woodcomb and breaking Ellie Bartowski's heart a part of any sensible plan?”
“If Chuck is distracted by caring for his sister, then Sarah can go back to being a proper agent again.”
“Sarah is a proper agent now.”
Alex was still as cool as a cucumber, “You know I was brought in to assess Sarah and do whatever is necessary in the situation.”
“Good grief, you're an ice queen.”
“I'll take that as a compliment.”
Casey produced a gun from the pocket of his pants, “Get out NOW. Or I will terminate you with extreme prejudice.”
“Looks like someone has a crush on the Asset's sister.”
“GO!” Casey went to check up with Chuck.
***
Casey went home after seeing off Alex. He grunted, somewhat disgusted with himself that he'd briefly found Agent Forrest attractive. Well, she was tall, built, blonde and gorgeous. He did have a thing about tall women with legs up to their armpits, especially if they were wearing heels. Then, across the courtyard, there was Ellie. She was wearing a skimpy tight tee and shorts plus pink, high heeled mules. Casey had already stopped dead. Ellie was carrying a box full of things out into the courtyard. She put the box down, bending correctly. This had the effect of drawing the shorts tight around her pert behind. She stood up and something fell out of the box on to the floor. She bent over the incorrect way without thinking and now Casey was getting a beautiful, unrestricted view of the best set of female legs he'd ever seen. Her legs were slightly spread and if her shorts had been any tighter, he'd be getting a good idea of the shape of her most intimate parts. Ellie stood up, tucking in her tee shirt and Casey clearly saw the delectable swell of her breasts. Lust, desire and utter clarity hit Casey in about equal parts.
He adjusted his pants over his sudden, rock hard erection.
“Hi, Casey!”
Oh God, she wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts were perky, sweetly rounded and tempting.
“Ellie. Chuck told me about your scum of an ex fiance. I'm sorry.”
“Better before we got married, huh.”
He stepped closer, “If there's anything I can do...?”
His inner dialogue listed, 'You, me, naked, sex, orgasms..'.
“I need someone to take all this unwanted junk to Devon.”
“No problem. Got an address for the utter idiot?”
Ellie smiled a little bit, “Yeah. He'll have gone to his brother's.”
Casey touched her arm, “Are you okay?”
Ellie's lip wobbled, “John...”
He folded her into his arms - carefully - without hesitation. John kept her against his right side. If he let her this close to the other side, she'd certainly detect his raging erection and then things would get embarrassing very quickly. Especially as Ellie was currently weeping into his shoulder. John held Ellie tenderly until her sobs subsided. He tried to ignore the fact that her very kissable lips were mere inches from his.
She looked up at him, “Sorry.”
“It's okay, Ellie. Anything you need. I mean it; you only have to ask.”
She wiped her tears from her face, “I was so close to the wedding of my dreams.”
John gently held her chin, “No point having a wedding to the wrong man.”
Ellie took a deep breath, “I know.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“I dreamed about something simple on the beach. Bare feet, sand...”
John smiled warmly, “Sounds lovely. Not a synagogue or church do?”
Ellie made a face, “No thanks. Um..sorry, if you're a believer...”
“Well, I believe. But I don't go to worship regularly. I was a choir boy for too long.”
Ellie nodded, “Ah, Casey. Irish Catholic?”
John told the truth, “Well, way back. Scottish on my mom's side.”
“Mom's family was from Scotland. Dad's was Jewish, but they parted with the synagogue a long time ago.”
John carefully wiped Ellie's cheeks, “I'll cook for you tonight, Ellie.”
“You don't have to do that.”
“Yes. I do.”
On two counts. To be neighbourly and to spend time with Ellie.
***
Casey came over later, carrying the ingredients for quiche, plus vegetables and something for dessert. He was glad to see that Ellie had changed into a floaty green dress.
“Nice frock, Ellie.”
She smiled slightly, “Thank you.”
“Don't mind me being in your kitchen?”
Ellie shook her head, “It's nice to have the company. Chuck's off with Sarah somewhere.”
They were on a mission, but John wasn't about to reveal that.
“Love birds need some courting time, huh.”
Ellie looked at John as he efficiently chopping onion, “Um, John...?”
She was a bit bemused. Earlier, when she was taking out Devon's trash, she could have sworn that those piercing blue eyes of John had been trying to undress her. Maybe she was hallucinating. Given her current emotional state, she might well have been mistaken.
“Yeah?”
“Don't take this the wrong way, please, but are you gay?”
John nearly choked on his tongue, “God, no! Straight as an arrow.”
“But you live alone. Is there someone...somewhere?”
John shook his head, “Not for a long time.”
Ellie's voice was soft and tender, “Did you have a bad break up too?”
“Not exactly. I've moved around a lot, often in dangerous places.”
“Ah! Military.”
John cut his finger in complete surprise and swore.
Ellie rushed to his side even as he held the bleeding finger under the cold tap. Her hand met his and she raised it to look at the wound. John bit back a moan of pleasure at her touch. Ellie was also having her own difficulty with her reaction to touching John's hands. It was like an erotic version of static. Touching John had never felt this good before.
“Sorry. I was right, though.”
“Yeah. How do you know?”
“Let me put a plaster on that, huh?”
She did, with speed and efficiency.
“So?”
“Spent some time seconded to a military hospital as part of my training. I've suspected you were ex-military since we met. It's okay; I won't tell, soldier!”
She smiled up at him cheekily and saluted. John blinked, fighting his racing emotions and the desire to kiss her was almost overwhelming.
“Marines, actually,” he admitted.
“Oh. Yeah, that would explain why you keep almost everything under iron control. You can kick back and relax with us regular folk, you know.”
Not so much as she hoped in the current circumstances, but John was in 'charm' mode.
John smiled, “I'll try.”
Ellie helped him prepare the quiche, “So, you were invalided out.”
“Something like that.” he sighed, “Sorry; much of what I did I can't talk about. National security and all. I like being with you, though.”
Ellie blinked at the sudden, full smile on John's face. When he did that, he was breathtakingly handsome. Then she pulled herself up short. Devon was barely gone and here she was swooning over the first guy who paid her attention.
John noticed both Ellie's reaction to his smile and the moment when she pulled herself back. He concentrated on preparing the supper. Ellie had been emotionally hurt; he needed to bring her in nice and slow and then pleasure her until she forgot everything apart from his name and the feel of him inside her. John was patient; the end game would be worth waiting for, he'd make sure of it. He decided to play it cool for now.
So, John carried on doing his best to be a good neighbour and friend. This didn't stop him thrilling inwardly every time they touched, no matter how innocently. Luckily for him, he had an excellent poker face. At least, that's what he thought. However, Ellie was a smart, intelligent woman and a doctor. Being around John long enough clued her in to subtle physical changes. She saw his nostrils flare very slightly when she was close. The hair on his arms raised as well. Actually, that wasn't the only thing raising. John was hiding it very skilfully, but she'd bet a year's salary that he was getting erect whenever she came near. She knew very well that she was getting aroused. Her 'Rampant rabbit' had seldom seen such good use. What bothered her was that John wasn't doing anything about the potent sexual chemistry between them.
One night, John took her to a local fun fair. They yelled their way around the roller coaster and the dodgems. John avoided the big wheel and steered Ellie towards the haunted house. Ellie smiled to herself. If John thought that wasn't romantic, he had another think coming. She might even let her hand 'accidentally' clasp him right near where he'd really notice.
John bought the tickets from the carny, “So, how long's the ride?”
“It's a real deluxe ride sir, 'bout fifteen minutes. You'll get your money's worth.”
So, Ellie waited until something jumped out, gasped right on cue and let her hand drop to grip John's left thigh, close to the danger zone. John put his hand over hers. Every time something scary happened, Ellie gripped John's thigh. She felt movement in his pants that indicated her tactics were definitely having an effect.
John leaned into her ear, “Stop teasing!”
She murmured back, “You desire me, don't you?”
John turned her chin with one hand and moved his lips close to hers, “Ellie.”
She thought his kiss would be hard and demanding. On the contrary, it was slow, sweet and very thorough. Ellie moaned and kissed back eagerly. John was making a soft sexy growling noise whilst he kissed her which was the most erotic thing she'd experienced in a long time. After a little while, John slowly slid his tongue into Ellie's mouth and she responded willingly. Kissing lasted most of the rest of the ride.
When they got back into the light, John helped Ellie off the ride, “We need to talk, Ellie.”
“Not backing out on me, are you?”
The words 'like my last relationship' hung unspoken in the air.
John gently held her face, “No. But there are things you really need to know before we pass the point of no return.”
Ellie nodded, “You're still active in the military somehow.”
John's eyes widened, “How the hell...?”
He was impressed; also realising that he wouldn't be able to get much past her was deeply thrilling.
“You often smell of gun lubricant, of the residue given off by weapons' fire. I haven't noticed you going down to any firing ranges or gun clubs, so...”
John nodded, “N.S.A.”
No use hiding any more.
Ellie chuckled, “So, working in the 'Buy More' isn't exactly a career move!”
John grunted with a mixture of annoyance and humour, “No. I'm undercover, protecting someone. Please - before I tell you who - this; this deep, thrilling attraction between us, it's utterly real and genuine. Completely blind-sided me three months ago. As long as I can be, I'm yours. I'll be faithful, passionate, loving, as open with you as my job allows. I might have to go places at very little notice without explanation, but I'll make it up to you. Promise.”
Ellie was quickly putting two and two together. Her eyes widened as she realised, “Chuck. You're protecting Chuck. That explains why you've been hanging around for the last eighteen months or so. But from whom and why?”
John sighed softly and nodded. He told her everything he could; throwing in Bryce, the Intersect, Sarah, General Beckman, plus Chuck's new knowledge and sharp learning curve. Sarah asked a lot of questions, worried a fair bit, but took Chuck's secret life remarkably well.
“So, you're keeping Chuck safe.”
John nodded, “With my life if necessary.”
The 'kill' order on Chuck had been history for John for a long time, but it was utter toast now.
Ellie smiled and touched his cheek with her hand, “Don't die, please!”
He pulled her closer, “Don't worry. I plan to make love to you as often as possible as soon as you're ready. No pressure, Ellie.”
“Would suggesting today be okay?”
John chuckled, low and dirty, “Sweetheart, I like how you're thinking!”
Ellie came right into his arms, “So...”
“Well, I'll not keep you waiting too much longer. Home, sweet Ellie.”
On the way home, they stopped off in a supermarket and John laid in supplies. Champagne, strawberries, dipping chocolate, Trojan condoms and lube. He also sent Sarah a text, sending her and Chuck to a remote mountain hideaway on 'orders' for several days with their own supplies.
Casey opened the door to his own two storey condo, “Enter, sweet Ellie.”
“What about Chuck?”
John smiled, “I've sent him and Walker somewhere safe and romantic for the weekend. Maybe they'll finally sort out their relationship as well!”
“He loves her.”
John grunted, “I know.”
He put the supplies down on a nearby table, scooping up three condoms in his hand.
Ellie put her hand on his shirt, over his heart, “Can you put your job on one side for a while? I'd like this to be just about you and me; John and Ellie.”
John's lips curved, “Don't worry, Ellie. It will be. It is.”
He covered her hand with his. Then he pocketed the condoms and swept Ellie into his arms.
John moved his hands to cup Ellie's face and kissed her, long and slow. They backed against the wall, near the secret door to John's shower. Ellie stroked her hands up John's back. John took his time, lavishing kisses and slow caresses along Ellie's arms and down her sides. She moaned softly and responded eagerly. Suddenly, passion flared into insistent life between them. In a heartbeat, the lovemaking turned urgent and needy. They feverishly undid and pulled off each others' clothes until they were down to their underwear. Ellie was trembling with desire. John gently removed her bra, cupping and fondling her breasts. Ellie arched and urged him downwards. John slid his hand gently into her panties; finding her wet and violently aroused. He nuzzled and kissed her neck as he found a steady rhythm with his fingers which took Ellie rapidly up and over her first peak. His hands were alongside hers, skimming off her panties and his boxers. He picked up one of the condoms and sheathed himself. Then he lifted Ellie, who eagerly wrapped her legs around him. She had her arms around his neck as he balanced her against the wall. Then he was sliding home sweetly inside Ellie. John managed to hold out so that Ellie could orgasm a second time, then he followed her into bliss.
Sometime early the next morning, John lay in bed, with Ellie wrapped eagerly around him.
“Morning, sweet Ellie,” he tenderly brushed the hair back from her face, “I'm yours, sweetheart.”
Ellie stretched, replete with satiation, “You are an amazing lover!”
“Takes two, sweetheart. Shower?”
Ellie snapped him another cheeky salute, “Yes, sir!”
John grinned back, “Careful, soldier. You're only supposed to salute an officer in uniform. Or the flag, when it's flying.”
Ellie looked down, “Something's raised!”
John mock growled and pinned her to the bed, “Doctor Eleanor Bartowski, you are going to have to learn proper military discipline!”
Ellie giggled, “Show me!”
“Don't worry, I will!”
'Chuck'
John/Ellie; references to Ellie/Devon and Devon/Forrest
NC17/R
If Devon had given in to Alex Forrest's seduction attempt...
Alex whipped off her top and Devon moaned. She then introduced Devon to a whole heap of seduction techniques which weren't in any police manual. Devon would be putty in her hands. Well, apart from the vital part of him. That was hard and clearly raring to go. By the time Alex was naked apart from her boots, Devon was aching for it.
Devon moaned, half cut and violently aroused, “Oh, God; please...”
Alex Forrest smiled just like the cat who'd got the cream, “Let me soothe your tension, baby...”
She sank slowly down on to her target and let nature take its course. Guy wasn't too bad a lay, even though he was drunk. Once things had reached the foregone conclusion, she slowly peeled herself off Devon and sat deliberately on his rumpled pants. Evidence of coitus was necessary tonight. She'd get rid of the female condom later.
***
Ellie knew something was up the minute Devon came home. She folded her arms.
“Okay, what exactly happened at the bachelor party?”
She didn't really need to ask. Devon had a tell-tale post-orgasmic flush on his face. He also couldn't quite meet her eyes.
“Babe, I was totally not awesome. I screwed up.”
“Yeah, and who?”
Devon looked contrite and stricken, “Jeff and Lester hired dancing girls. One was a blonde dressed as a cop. She cuffed me and...”
“Pack your bags and get out.”
Devon finally looked at her, “There's no way back for me is there, babe?”
Ellie's eyes narrowed and her lip wobbled slightly, “No. Get the hell out of my life.”
“I'm totally sorry, babe.”
“I can see that, but if you really loved me you'd be faithful. Even when drunk.”
Ellie waited until Devon had left with a suitcase before she broke down and cried.
***
Chuck came home later and heard the news.
“Oh, God; Ellie. I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do?”
Ellie just let Chuck hold her until she stopped crying.
“Thought he was the One, Chuck.”
“I know. I could hit him.”
Ellie giggled at the thought of her gangly brother standing up to Devon, “Might do better if we set Casey on him.”
Chuck rubbed her back, “Casey might kill him!”
“Right now I might be tempted to let him.”
***
Casey rounded on Agent Forrest, “You did WHAT?!!?”
She barely stirred a hair, “I compromised the Asset's future brother in law so as to destabilise Chuck's relationship with Sarah.”
Casey got right in her face, “How the hell was that a good idea?”
Alex shrugged slightly, “I was under orders.”
“How is seducing Devon Woodcomb and breaking Ellie Bartowski's heart a part of any sensible plan?”
“If Chuck is distracted by caring for his sister, then Sarah can go back to being a proper agent again.”
“Sarah is a proper agent now.”
Alex was still as cool as a cucumber, “You know I was brought in to assess Sarah and do whatever is necessary in the situation.”
“Good grief, you're an ice queen.”
“I'll take that as a compliment.”
Casey produced a gun from the pocket of his pants, “Get out NOW. Or I will terminate you with extreme prejudice.”
“Looks like someone has a crush on the Asset's sister.”
“GO!” Casey went to check up with Chuck.
***
Casey went home after seeing off Alex. He grunted, somewhat disgusted with himself that he'd briefly found Agent Forrest attractive. Well, she was tall, built, blonde and gorgeous. He did have a thing about tall women with legs up to their armpits, especially if they were wearing heels. Then, across the courtyard, there was Ellie. She was wearing a skimpy tight tee and shorts plus pink, high heeled mules. Casey had already stopped dead. Ellie was carrying a box full of things out into the courtyard. She put the box down, bending correctly. This had the effect of drawing the shorts tight around her pert behind. She stood up and something fell out of the box on to the floor. She bent over the incorrect way without thinking and now Casey was getting a beautiful, unrestricted view of the best set of female legs he'd ever seen. Her legs were slightly spread and if her shorts had been any tighter, he'd be getting a good idea of the shape of her most intimate parts. Ellie stood up, tucking in her tee shirt and Casey clearly saw the delectable swell of her breasts. Lust, desire and utter clarity hit Casey in about equal parts.
He adjusted his pants over his sudden, rock hard erection.
“Hi, Casey!”
Oh God, she wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts were perky, sweetly rounded and tempting.
“Ellie. Chuck told me about your scum of an ex fiance. I'm sorry.”
“Better before we got married, huh.”
He stepped closer, “If there's anything I can do...?”
His inner dialogue listed, 'You, me, naked, sex, orgasms..'.
“I need someone to take all this unwanted junk to Devon.”
“No problem. Got an address for the utter idiot?”
Ellie smiled a little bit, “Yeah. He'll have gone to his brother's.”
Casey touched her arm, “Are you okay?”
Ellie's lip wobbled, “John...”
He folded her into his arms - carefully - without hesitation. John kept her against his right side. If he let her this close to the other side, she'd certainly detect his raging erection and then things would get embarrassing very quickly. Especially as Ellie was currently weeping into his shoulder. John held Ellie tenderly until her sobs subsided. He tried to ignore the fact that her very kissable lips were mere inches from his.
She looked up at him, “Sorry.”
“It's okay, Ellie. Anything you need. I mean it; you only have to ask.”
She wiped her tears from her face, “I was so close to the wedding of my dreams.”
John gently held her chin, “No point having a wedding to the wrong man.”
Ellie took a deep breath, “I know.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“I dreamed about something simple on the beach. Bare feet, sand...”
John smiled warmly, “Sounds lovely. Not a synagogue or church do?”
Ellie made a face, “No thanks. Um..sorry, if you're a believer...”
“Well, I believe. But I don't go to worship regularly. I was a choir boy for too long.”
Ellie nodded, “Ah, Casey. Irish Catholic?”
John told the truth, “Well, way back. Scottish on my mom's side.”
“Mom's family was from Scotland. Dad's was Jewish, but they parted with the synagogue a long time ago.”
John carefully wiped Ellie's cheeks, “I'll cook for you tonight, Ellie.”
“You don't have to do that.”
“Yes. I do.”
On two counts. To be neighbourly and to spend time with Ellie.
***
Casey came over later, carrying the ingredients for quiche, plus vegetables and something for dessert. He was glad to see that Ellie had changed into a floaty green dress.
“Nice frock, Ellie.”
She smiled slightly, “Thank you.”
“Don't mind me being in your kitchen?”
Ellie shook her head, “It's nice to have the company. Chuck's off with Sarah somewhere.”
They were on a mission, but John wasn't about to reveal that.
“Love birds need some courting time, huh.”
Ellie looked at John as he efficiently chopping onion, “Um, John...?”
She was a bit bemused. Earlier, when she was taking out Devon's trash, she could have sworn that those piercing blue eyes of John had been trying to undress her. Maybe she was hallucinating. Given her current emotional state, she might well have been mistaken.
“Yeah?”
“Don't take this the wrong way, please, but are you gay?”
John nearly choked on his tongue, “God, no! Straight as an arrow.”
“But you live alone. Is there someone...somewhere?”
John shook his head, “Not for a long time.”
Ellie's voice was soft and tender, “Did you have a bad break up too?”
“Not exactly. I've moved around a lot, often in dangerous places.”
“Ah! Military.”
John cut his finger in complete surprise and swore.
Ellie rushed to his side even as he held the bleeding finger under the cold tap. Her hand met his and she raised it to look at the wound. John bit back a moan of pleasure at her touch. Ellie was also having her own difficulty with her reaction to touching John's hands. It was like an erotic version of static. Touching John had never felt this good before.
“Sorry. I was right, though.”
“Yeah. How do you know?”
“Let me put a plaster on that, huh?”
She did, with speed and efficiency.
“So?”
“Spent some time seconded to a military hospital as part of my training. I've suspected you were ex-military since we met. It's okay; I won't tell, soldier!”
She smiled up at him cheekily and saluted. John blinked, fighting his racing emotions and the desire to kiss her was almost overwhelming.
“Marines, actually,” he admitted.
“Oh. Yeah, that would explain why you keep almost everything under iron control. You can kick back and relax with us regular folk, you know.”
Not so much as she hoped in the current circumstances, but John was in 'charm' mode.
John smiled, “I'll try.”
Ellie helped him prepare the quiche, “So, you were invalided out.”
“Something like that.” he sighed, “Sorry; much of what I did I can't talk about. National security and all. I like being with you, though.”
Ellie blinked at the sudden, full smile on John's face. When he did that, he was breathtakingly handsome. Then she pulled herself up short. Devon was barely gone and here she was swooning over the first guy who paid her attention.
John noticed both Ellie's reaction to his smile and the moment when she pulled herself back. He concentrated on preparing the supper. Ellie had been emotionally hurt; he needed to bring her in nice and slow and then pleasure her until she forgot everything apart from his name and the feel of him inside her. John was patient; the end game would be worth waiting for, he'd make sure of it. He decided to play it cool for now.
So, John carried on doing his best to be a good neighbour and friend. This didn't stop him thrilling inwardly every time they touched, no matter how innocently. Luckily for him, he had an excellent poker face. At least, that's what he thought. However, Ellie was a smart, intelligent woman and a doctor. Being around John long enough clued her in to subtle physical changes. She saw his nostrils flare very slightly when she was close. The hair on his arms raised as well. Actually, that wasn't the only thing raising. John was hiding it very skilfully, but she'd bet a year's salary that he was getting erect whenever she came near. She knew very well that she was getting aroused. Her 'Rampant rabbit' had seldom seen such good use. What bothered her was that John wasn't doing anything about the potent sexual chemistry between them.
One night, John took her to a local fun fair. They yelled their way around the roller coaster and the dodgems. John avoided the big wheel and steered Ellie towards the haunted house. Ellie smiled to herself. If John thought that wasn't romantic, he had another think coming. She might even let her hand 'accidentally' clasp him right near where he'd really notice.
John bought the tickets from the carny, “So, how long's the ride?”
“It's a real deluxe ride sir, 'bout fifteen minutes. You'll get your money's worth.”
So, Ellie waited until something jumped out, gasped right on cue and let her hand drop to grip John's left thigh, close to the danger zone. John put his hand over hers. Every time something scary happened, Ellie gripped John's thigh. She felt movement in his pants that indicated her tactics were definitely having an effect.
John leaned into her ear, “Stop teasing!”
She murmured back, “You desire me, don't you?”
John turned her chin with one hand and moved his lips close to hers, “Ellie.”
She thought his kiss would be hard and demanding. On the contrary, it was slow, sweet and very thorough. Ellie moaned and kissed back eagerly. John was making a soft sexy growling noise whilst he kissed her which was the most erotic thing she'd experienced in a long time. After a little while, John slowly slid his tongue into Ellie's mouth and she responded willingly. Kissing lasted most of the rest of the ride.
When they got back into the light, John helped Ellie off the ride, “We need to talk, Ellie.”
“Not backing out on me, are you?”
The words 'like my last relationship' hung unspoken in the air.
John gently held her face, “No. But there are things you really need to know before we pass the point of no return.”
Ellie nodded, “You're still active in the military somehow.”
John's eyes widened, “How the hell...?”
He was impressed; also realising that he wouldn't be able to get much past her was deeply thrilling.
“You often smell of gun lubricant, of the residue given off by weapons' fire. I haven't noticed you going down to any firing ranges or gun clubs, so...”
John nodded, “N.S.A.”
No use hiding any more.
Ellie chuckled, “So, working in the 'Buy More' isn't exactly a career move!”
John grunted with a mixture of annoyance and humour, “No. I'm undercover, protecting someone. Please - before I tell you who - this; this deep, thrilling attraction between us, it's utterly real and genuine. Completely blind-sided me three months ago. As long as I can be, I'm yours. I'll be faithful, passionate, loving, as open with you as my job allows. I might have to go places at very little notice without explanation, but I'll make it up to you. Promise.”
Ellie was quickly putting two and two together. Her eyes widened as she realised, “Chuck. You're protecting Chuck. That explains why you've been hanging around for the last eighteen months or so. But from whom and why?”
John sighed softly and nodded. He told her everything he could; throwing in Bryce, the Intersect, Sarah, General Beckman, plus Chuck's new knowledge and sharp learning curve. Sarah asked a lot of questions, worried a fair bit, but took Chuck's secret life remarkably well.
“So, you're keeping Chuck safe.”
John nodded, “With my life if necessary.”
The 'kill' order on Chuck had been history for John for a long time, but it was utter toast now.
Ellie smiled and touched his cheek with her hand, “Don't die, please!”
He pulled her closer, “Don't worry. I plan to make love to you as often as possible as soon as you're ready. No pressure, Ellie.”
“Would suggesting today be okay?”
John chuckled, low and dirty, “Sweetheart, I like how you're thinking!”
Ellie came right into his arms, “So...”
“Well, I'll not keep you waiting too much longer. Home, sweet Ellie.”
On the way home, they stopped off in a supermarket and John laid in supplies. Champagne, strawberries, dipping chocolate, Trojan condoms and lube. He also sent Sarah a text, sending her and Chuck to a remote mountain hideaway on 'orders' for several days with their own supplies.
Casey opened the door to his own two storey condo, “Enter, sweet Ellie.”
“What about Chuck?”
John smiled, “I've sent him and Walker somewhere safe and romantic for the weekend. Maybe they'll finally sort out their relationship as well!”
“He loves her.”
John grunted, “I know.”
He put the supplies down on a nearby table, scooping up three condoms in his hand.
Ellie put her hand on his shirt, over his heart, “Can you put your job on one side for a while? I'd like this to be just about you and me; John and Ellie.”
John's lips curved, “Don't worry, Ellie. It will be. It is.”
He covered her hand with his. Then he pocketed the condoms and swept Ellie into his arms.
John moved his hands to cup Ellie's face and kissed her, long and slow. They backed against the wall, near the secret door to John's shower. Ellie stroked her hands up John's back. John took his time, lavishing kisses and slow caresses along Ellie's arms and down her sides. She moaned softly and responded eagerly. Suddenly, passion flared into insistent life between them. In a heartbeat, the lovemaking turned urgent and needy. They feverishly undid and pulled off each others' clothes until they were down to their underwear. Ellie was trembling with desire. John gently removed her bra, cupping and fondling her breasts. Ellie arched and urged him downwards. John slid his hand gently into her panties; finding her wet and violently aroused. He nuzzled and kissed her neck as he found a steady rhythm with his fingers which took Ellie rapidly up and over her first peak. His hands were alongside hers, skimming off her panties and his boxers. He picked up one of the condoms and sheathed himself. Then he lifted Ellie, who eagerly wrapped her legs around him. She had her arms around his neck as he balanced her against the wall. Then he was sliding home sweetly inside Ellie. John managed to hold out so that Ellie could orgasm a second time, then he followed her into bliss.
Sometime early the next morning, John lay in bed, with Ellie wrapped eagerly around him.
“Morning, sweet Ellie,” he tenderly brushed the hair back from her face, “I'm yours, sweetheart.”
Ellie stretched, replete with satiation, “You are an amazing lover!”
“Takes two, sweetheart. Shower?”
Ellie snapped him another cheeky salute, “Yes, sir!”
John grinned back, “Careful, soldier. You're only supposed to salute an officer in uniform. Or the flag, when it's flying.”
Ellie looked down, “Something's raised!”
John mock growled and pinned her to the bed, “Doctor Eleanor Bartowski, you are going to have to learn proper military discipline!”
Ellie giggled, “Show me!”
“Don't worry, I will!”