Fic: Ellie vs the Dunes
Ellie vs the Dunes [1/1]
AU in which Ellie is the Intersect
NC17/R: Ellie and Casey in an established sexual relationship
For the Summer loving Jellie idea
***
Everything had been fairly quiet recently for Ellie, Casey and Sarah. No Intersect flashes; business back to 'normal'. Well, relatively normal. The only problem - at least outside - was the weather. One of the hottest Summers that California had seen for some years. At least the hospital had air conditioning. Ellie still found herself wiping her forehead reflexively. Tired and hungry, she came off duty and walked to her car. Casey walked across the car park, joined her and got in beside her.
Ellie fired up the ignition and the air con, “Home?”
He grunted, “Yeah. Home. Beer!”
Ellie smiled, “I'll settle for a cool shower and a salad. Then beer!”
John chuckled, “Yeah. Been quiet recently. No flashes,” his eyes narrowed, “which usually means some thing's brewing!”
“Well, any 'brewing' can wait until after I've eaten.”
They headed to John's condo.
“I could make my special tamari and ginger salad dressing whilst you shower.”
Ellie smiled warmly at Casey, “Thanks, John!”
She went to the bathroom and showered, then came back in a green summery dress and sandals.
John's eyes flashed, “Nice. Salad's ready!”
Ellie smiled and came over to the counter, “Thanks John. You're in a very good mood tonight.”
His lips curved, “I've got the best job in the world. Protecting you.”
Ellie chuckled as she dug into her salad, “It's a lot more than just protecting, John.”
“Yeah. 'Bout that. We do seem to have problems keeping our hands off each other. Not that I'm complaining. It's incredible.” He kissed her neck, several times.
Ellie leaned into John, “Yeah, on a roughly weekly basis. I've never known pleasure like it. It's just...it'd be nice if we had a more...normal...relationship.”
“What's normal? And you know why not, Ellie. About once a week, I get almost insatiable for you. That's about as long as I can hold out without you. So much so that I can't function properly until we've spent somewhere around twenty four hours loving each other to a standstill.”
Ellie looked at him, “It's the same for me, John.”
“I know. I'd love to spend every night with you. You invade my mind, my senses, my feelings. But there's the protecting part of my job. If I'm making love to you like it's going out of fashion, I don't think I can concentrate on anything else. Like holding a gun. Or fighting the bad guys.”
Ellie sighed softly, “I know. I just miss having you in bed with me; holding me.”
John moaned, “So do I. The delicious way you snuggle up to me... But I've got to stay sharp, sweetheart.”
Ellie nodded, “I understand. Really I do. I adore every moment when we're actually making love. There are times when I wish it could be permanent. Or as close as we can get to that.”
“I know. By the way, there was a postcard on the mat.”
John handed it over.
Ellie frowned, “Blank, no message,” she turned it over, “Dunes. Sand dunes. Oh!”
“Flashing?”
“Yeah. North. Highway 1. Oceano beach, near Pisno. Bad guys disguised as surfer dudes. Hard drugs smuggled in at night.”
John sighed, “Damn. I was hoping we could have a nice quiet night in.”
Ellie looked at him, “We could make love and then go!”
John tapped the postcard, “Someone sent me - and therefore us - an urgent message, Ellie. I'd bet my entire gun collection on it. We finish supper, grab our bags and go. Pack your beach gear and sunscreen. It's six thirty now; we should be there by eleven; midnight at the latest if there's traffic. I'll pull strings and get us a luxury hotel suite.”
By the time they got to Pisno, it was fully dark. John and Ellie checked into the swanky hotel overlooking the beach. They had a suite fairly high up the hotel, with a bathroom plus living room with a television, fridge and small kitchen. The bed was huge and had canopies around it. Ellie undressed down to her underwear, brushed her hair and teeth, then flopped into bed. John joined her moments later.
“Night, sweetheart.”
“Night, John.”
In the morning, when Ellie woke up, John was spooned behind her. One large hand was cupped under her breast, the other inches away from her panties and his morning erection was pressing sweetly in the cleft between her buttocks. By the feel of it, he was very aroused. He growled softly next to her ear and Ellie got wet, just like that. His hand moved to cup her breast as his teeth nibbled down her neck. Ellie moaned and arched into him. He chuckled softly and one finger slid down inside her panties. In an instant she was fiercely aroused and ready. She turned, straddling his leg, moving against his thigh feverishly in an effort to climax. John's finger was busy helping her. Ellie quickly slid her own hands down and into John's boxers. She gasped into his mouth. It didn't seem to matter how many times they did this; the feel of John's impressively long, thick erection filling and overflowing her hands drove her crazy. Mmm, yes. Just a little more...
“Fuck!”
Ellie barely noticed the expletive. She was building towards a sweet, powerful detonation. Plus, she was busy. She had her hands full, as it were.
“Yes. So noted, General. Ohhhh... Yes, I'm just fi...iiine. No, Ellie's okay. Yeah. I can deal with anything that comes up. Oh God! No, General, just a muscle spasm. Yeah; Casey out.”
Ellie was dimly aware of the sound of the room phone banging down on the hook. Then her bra and panties were whipped off and John was there; filling her, stretching her, pleasuring her. Ellie came hard even as John drove home.
“Minx!”
Ellie didn't care. She was full to the brim with John, he was kissing her and she was in ecstasy. He held out for her second climax, then joined her. Eventually, they ground to a halt and lay together on the bed, panting.
Ellie grinned, “So you can do two things at once!”
John gave her a heated look, even as he tried to appear annoyed, “Many more of those kinds of phone calls and General Beckman is going to guess. And as much as I'd like to spend the rest of the day in bed with you, we have work to do.” He got out of bed and went to open his suitcase.
Ellie made a mock pout, then headed to the shower, “Work, work, work...”
John phoned down for breakfast.
Later, John hired a dune buggy and they went on a 'tourist' trip down the beach to do reconnaissance. Past something labelled 'Post 2' there was a huge area of camping and off road facilities, including mile after mile of dunes. They stopped to have a look.
“Talk about a needle in a haystack.”
Ellie touched John's shoulder, “There's a huge piece of driftwood somewhere on the ocean side of the dunes. Almost half a tree; all twisted and bare.”
“You'll know it when you see it?”
Ellie nodded, “Yes, it's very distinctive. The smuggler route is near that.”
John nodded, “We'll mosey on past it, acting like a courting couple and I'll scope the area.”
“It might be dangerous.”
“I'm packing heat. I always pack heat or have it close by.”
Ellie grinned, “Okay, Mister second amendment man!”
John just mock growled as he turned the ignition.
After a good hour, Ellie gestured carefully, “Ahead, on the left, at about eleven o'clock and 20 or so degrees over.”
John nodded, “Twenty two, but that's a pretty good judgement at this distance. Okay, we get out, sit on the log and spoon for a bit. Then I'll 'need to go pee' and do re-con.”
Ellie saluted, “Yes, sir.”
He gave her a look, “Any time you want to play naughty Marine miss in a tiny, barely there uniform and heels...”
“Later, Lion King!”
“Hmmm...”
John went up on the dune and over the other side, as though he was looking for a quiet and discreet spot. After about five minutes he returned. They drove a bit further, then retraced their course, nearer the ocean. At a booth, they stopped for drinks and ice creams.
“Well?”
John nodded, “They've done a reasonable amount to cover their tracks, but not enough to fool me. There's a shabby looking motel over on the dirt road that I'm betting is their hiding place. Gives them an excuse for people coming and going. I don't know numbers or whether they are armed and we don't have the luxury of time finding out. I'll put in a couple of calls and get the black ops guys in. I also need to find whoever sent me the postcard. We'll stay around for a day or so in case there's any mopping up to be done. We could do with finding their boat. Let's pretend we want to go deep water fishing. We'll wander down the pier and see what gives.”
“Okay.”
So they walked down the pier some time later, looking for all the world like any two other love-birds here for a romantic weekend.
“Casey!”
He turned at the masculine, commanding voice, “What. Good Lord; Sinclair!”
“Been a while, sir.” The other man saluted Casey. Sinclair was African American, greying and had visible scars on his face.
Casey flipped Sinclair a salute in return, “Lieutenant. Bit off duty here. This is my fiancée, Doctor Eleanor Carmichael.”
“Ma'am. Sir; you got my postcard.”
Ellie felt John relax considerably as he answered, “Yes. What's going down, Sinclair?”
Sinclair gestured with his head, “Come out on my boat and we'll do some 'fishing'.”
So John and Ellie followed Sinclair on board and Sinclair cast off, firing up the engine.
John spoke quietly to Ellie as they made out into the ocean, “One of my men. He was scarred in conflict - can't tell you where in the world that was - and invalided out. His face is mild compared to the burns on his torso. Damn hero.”
“He would know you're still active.”
“'Course. We have ways of contacting each other and there's the old Marines' network. Band of brothers.”
Sinclair cut the engine, set the anchor and the rods, then broke out the cold beer, “Ma'am?”
Ellie smiled, “Yes, please!” She drank it from the bottle, just like John and Sinclair.
“Sir. I can't do anything on my own, but there's drug smuggling going on. Police won't do nothing. Think maybe one or two of 'em might be in on it. 'Bout a dozen hard types. Real hard. Nasty sons of bitches. Ex-cons, Mafia, gang members; you know the sort. They hang around on the beach and play at being surfer dudes, but us locals can tell they're faking it. Don't even think of going in there alone, sir. And Ma'am; please don't let him. Marines are the best there is, but you don't even touch these guys. Best thing to do is kill 'em with fire.”
John nodded, “They've got a skeezy motel down in the dunes?”
Sinclair nodded, “That's the place. John Wayne would be afraid for his life there.”
“I'm calling in the troops, Sinclair. Off the record.”
“Hmm. You ain't got pull for an air attack?”
John mimed a bomber and a missile, “Oh, that kind of fire. Would need to be certain of a clean sweep on all of 'em, or at least most.”
Sinclair looked at the sky, “New moon tonight. Pitch black.”
John smiled, “Good for hunting.”
John made a scrambled call to General Beckman as soon as they got back to the hotel. He leaned back against the pillows, grinning.
“Well now; what shall we do to pass the time until later?”
Ellie undid the halter neck of her dress and let it slide to the floor. All she had on underneath were her strappy sandals and a brief, lacy pair of panties. John nearly swallowed his tongue.
“See something you like, stud?”
John growled, “C'mere. I'll eat lunch off you later.”
Much later, after an eventful morning, a rather messy lunch and a romantic supper overlooking the ocean, John tapped into the feed from the military.
“I'll let you know what's going on, Ellie.”
“Okay.”
“Plane's coming in. One of the new F2 stealth bombers. Heat sensors indicate around a dozen people inside the building. Locked on target. Ka-boom! Okay, they're checking the wreckage. We have one flattened skeezy motel. No survivors,” John grinned at Ellie, “I think we can safely say we won here!”
Ellie smiled, “So, what now?”
“Bed. We need to stick around for a while, just to be on the safe side.”
Somewhere around three in the morning, Ellie woke up. John's hands were slowly caressing her. She murmured sleepily with pleasure and began to respond. They began making love in earnest in the darkness. John moaned softly as he slid into Ellie. This was the closest thing to heaven on earth for him. He moved and caressed expertly until he felt Ellie climax. There was a tiny noise on their hotel balcony. John's head flicked up; he bit his lip to aid concentration and lifted his hand gun, the one with the silencer attached. Through the drapes, he saw a dark outline against the stars and heard the unmistakeable snick of someone cocking a gun. He fired two rounds. All of this happened whilst Ellie was still arched in bliss under him. He watched the window for a few more seconds, then diverted his attention back to Ellie. He rode them to a blissful conclusion, then snapped on the light.
“What is it, John?”
“Bad guy on the balcony,” John kissed Ellie tenderly, “Back in a mo'.”
He hefted up the gun and crept over, still naked. He used the drapes for cover. The person he'd shot had fallen off the balcony and was lying quite a number of floors down, floating in the swimming pool.
Ellie came up behind him, “He's dead.”
“Yeah. I'd better call it in, sweetheart. The cops will be swarming all over, asking difficult questions if I don't.”
“How did you do that?”
John shrugged as he sealed the balcony windows and the drapes, “For the first time whilst we were making love, I heard someone cock a gun. Goodness knows how; but I got my gun, shot him and somehow stayed hard inside you, pleasuring you.”
Ellie put her arms around him, “Wow.”
John smiled, “You know what this means?”
Ellie smiled, “Enlighten me.”
John held her close, “I can do what I thought was impossible for me. I can concentrate on other things like shooting the bad guys and keep you safe.”
Ellie looked up at him, “So?”
His smile widened, “We can move in together and have something approaching a normal relationship.”
“I love you!”
“I know. I love you too, Eleanor. Let's go back to bed, hmm?”
John woke Ellie at six two days later , “How about a very early morning motorbike ride?”
Ellie had more than a suspicion what was afoot, “Four wheeler?”
John nodded, “Yes. Deep in the dunes.”
“'Kay!”
So, they set off, in the opposite direction to the obliterated motel.
As the bike came to a halt, the engine kept revving and Ellie moaned.
“Do you think we could take one of these back to L.A.?”
Casey gently bit her shoulder, “I could sense you becoming aroused as soon as we started. The vibrations are working for you, huh?” He revved the engine and Ellie leaned back against him.
“Oh my! Please touch me, John!”
He growled eagerly, “Let me drive!”
One hand gently cupped her breast through her top. John's hands were knowing and gentle, weighing and then skimming expertly over her nipples. Meanwhile the other hand hadn't been idle. It trailed up Ellie's thighs and over the apex which was wet already through the cloth of her shorts. Long fingers teased up and then down the front under the cloth, to the heart of Ellie's need. The hand holding and shaping one breast left to rev the engine again right at the moment John's fingers found and teased t the small, swollen target. One finger circled, whilst the others stroked. Then John revved the engine extra hard and Ellie's orgasm hit. John pulled down Ellie's shorts as she began to come back down.
Ellie's naked bottom stroked against John's substantial length, then he was easing her up and she was eagerly pressing down and backwards onto him. They both groaned as he slid inside her. Every time, it was more than just the sublime physical sensations.
“This is what I needed!”
John managed a shaky chuckle, “Huh, yeah! One hell of a bike ride!”
He kept one hand sweetly at her clitoris and the other revving in time to their movements.
Ellie was gasping, “John! Oh, we have to do this again!”
John felt the moment she stiffened and went over a second time, “God, Ellie!”
He came himself moments later.
“Mmm, hope we don't get sunburn, John.”
He chuckled softly, “We'll got back for breakfast in a moment. Do you think; if this really does work out, that you might move in permanently?”
Ellie smiled, “Maybe you should move in with me!”
“As long as we're sharing a bed, I don't mind!”
AU in which Ellie is the Intersect
NC17/R: Ellie and Casey in an established sexual relationship
For the Summer loving Jellie idea
***
Everything had been fairly quiet recently for Ellie, Casey and Sarah. No Intersect flashes; business back to 'normal'. Well, relatively normal. The only problem - at least outside - was the weather. One of the hottest Summers that California had seen for some years. At least the hospital had air conditioning. Ellie still found herself wiping her forehead reflexively. Tired and hungry, she came off duty and walked to her car. Casey walked across the car park, joined her and got in beside her.
Ellie fired up the ignition and the air con, “Home?”
He grunted, “Yeah. Home. Beer!”
Ellie smiled, “I'll settle for a cool shower and a salad. Then beer!”
John chuckled, “Yeah. Been quiet recently. No flashes,” his eyes narrowed, “which usually means some thing's brewing!”
“Well, any 'brewing' can wait until after I've eaten.”
They headed to John's condo.
“I could make my special tamari and ginger salad dressing whilst you shower.”
Ellie smiled warmly at Casey, “Thanks, John!”
She went to the bathroom and showered, then came back in a green summery dress and sandals.
John's eyes flashed, “Nice. Salad's ready!”
Ellie smiled and came over to the counter, “Thanks John. You're in a very good mood tonight.”
His lips curved, “I've got the best job in the world. Protecting you.”
Ellie chuckled as she dug into her salad, “It's a lot more than just protecting, John.”
“Yeah. 'Bout that. We do seem to have problems keeping our hands off each other. Not that I'm complaining. It's incredible.” He kissed her neck, several times.
Ellie leaned into John, “Yeah, on a roughly weekly basis. I've never known pleasure like it. It's just...it'd be nice if we had a more...normal...relationship.”
“What's normal? And you know why not, Ellie. About once a week, I get almost insatiable for you. That's about as long as I can hold out without you. So much so that I can't function properly until we've spent somewhere around twenty four hours loving each other to a standstill.”
Ellie looked at him, “It's the same for me, John.”
“I know. I'd love to spend every night with you. You invade my mind, my senses, my feelings. But there's the protecting part of my job. If I'm making love to you like it's going out of fashion, I don't think I can concentrate on anything else. Like holding a gun. Or fighting the bad guys.”
Ellie sighed softly, “I know. I just miss having you in bed with me; holding me.”
John moaned, “So do I. The delicious way you snuggle up to me... But I've got to stay sharp, sweetheart.”
Ellie nodded, “I understand. Really I do. I adore every moment when we're actually making love. There are times when I wish it could be permanent. Or as close as we can get to that.”
“I know. By the way, there was a postcard on the mat.”
John handed it over.
Ellie frowned, “Blank, no message,” she turned it over, “Dunes. Sand dunes. Oh!”
“Flashing?”
“Yeah. North. Highway 1. Oceano beach, near Pisno. Bad guys disguised as surfer dudes. Hard drugs smuggled in at night.”
John sighed, “Damn. I was hoping we could have a nice quiet night in.”
Ellie looked at him, “We could make love and then go!”
John tapped the postcard, “Someone sent me - and therefore us - an urgent message, Ellie. I'd bet my entire gun collection on it. We finish supper, grab our bags and go. Pack your beach gear and sunscreen. It's six thirty now; we should be there by eleven; midnight at the latest if there's traffic. I'll pull strings and get us a luxury hotel suite.”
By the time they got to Pisno, it was fully dark. John and Ellie checked into the swanky hotel overlooking the beach. They had a suite fairly high up the hotel, with a bathroom plus living room with a television, fridge and small kitchen. The bed was huge and had canopies around it. Ellie undressed down to her underwear, brushed her hair and teeth, then flopped into bed. John joined her moments later.
“Night, sweetheart.”
“Night, John.”
In the morning, when Ellie woke up, John was spooned behind her. One large hand was cupped under her breast, the other inches away from her panties and his morning erection was pressing sweetly in the cleft between her buttocks. By the feel of it, he was very aroused. He growled softly next to her ear and Ellie got wet, just like that. His hand moved to cup her breast as his teeth nibbled down her neck. Ellie moaned and arched into him. He chuckled softly and one finger slid down inside her panties. In an instant she was fiercely aroused and ready. She turned, straddling his leg, moving against his thigh feverishly in an effort to climax. John's finger was busy helping her. Ellie quickly slid her own hands down and into John's boxers. She gasped into his mouth. It didn't seem to matter how many times they did this; the feel of John's impressively long, thick erection filling and overflowing her hands drove her crazy. Mmm, yes. Just a little more...
“Fuck!”
Ellie barely noticed the expletive. She was building towards a sweet, powerful detonation. Plus, she was busy. She had her hands full, as it were.
“Yes. So noted, General. Ohhhh... Yes, I'm just fi...iiine. No, Ellie's okay. Yeah. I can deal with anything that comes up. Oh God! No, General, just a muscle spasm. Yeah; Casey out.”
Ellie was dimly aware of the sound of the room phone banging down on the hook. Then her bra and panties were whipped off and John was there; filling her, stretching her, pleasuring her. Ellie came hard even as John drove home.
“Minx!”
Ellie didn't care. She was full to the brim with John, he was kissing her and she was in ecstasy. He held out for her second climax, then joined her. Eventually, they ground to a halt and lay together on the bed, panting.
Ellie grinned, “So you can do two things at once!”
John gave her a heated look, even as he tried to appear annoyed, “Many more of those kinds of phone calls and General Beckman is going to guess. And as much as I'd like to spend the rest of the day in bed with you, we have work to do.” He got out of bed and went to open his suitcase.
Ellie made a mock pout, then headed to the shower, “Work, work, work...”
John phoned down for breakfast.
Later, John hired a dune buggy and they went on a 'tourist' trip down the beach to do reconnaissance. Past something labelled 'Post 2' there was a huge area of camping and off road facilities, including mile after mile of dunes. They stopped to have a look.
“Talk about a needle in a haystack.”
Ellie touched John's shoulder, “There's a huge piece of driftwood somewhere on the ocean side of the dunes. Almost half a tree; all twisted and bare.”
“You'll know it when you see it?”
Ellie nodded, “Yes, it's very distinctive. The smuggler route is near that.”
John nodded, “We'll mosey on past it, acting like a courting couple and I'll scope the area.”
“It might be dangerous.”
“I'm packing heat. I always pack heat or have it close by.”
Ellie grinned, “Okay, Mister second amendment man!”
John just mock growled as he turned the ignition.
After a good hour, Ellie gestured carefully, “Ahead, on the left, at about eleven o'clock and 20 or so degrees over.”
John nodded, “Twenty two, but that's a pretty good judgement at this distance. Okay, we get out, sit on the log and spoon for a bit. Then I'll 'need to go pee' and do re-con.”
Ellie saluted, “Yes, sir.”
He gave her a look, “Any time you want to play naughty Marine miss in a tiny, barely there uniform and heels...”
“Later, Lion King!”
“Hmmm...”
John went up on the dune and over the other side, as though he was looking for a quiet and discreet spot. After about five minutes he returned. They drove a bit further, then retraced their course, nearer the ocean. At a booth, they stopped for drinks and ice creams.
“Well?”
John nodded, “They've done a reasonable amount to cover their tracks, but not enough to fool me. There's a shabby looking motel over on the dirt road that I'm betting is their hiding place. Gives them an excuse for people coming and going. I don't know numbers or whether they are armed and we don't have the luxury of time finding out. I'll put in a couple of calls and get the black ops guys in. I also need to find whoever sent me the postcard. We'll stay around for a day or so in case there's any mopping up to be done. We could do with finding their boat. Let's pretend we want to go deep water fishing. We'll wander down the pier and see what gives.”
“Okay.”
So they walked down the pier some time later, looking for all the world like any two other love-birds here for a romantic weekend.
“Casey!”
He turned at the masculine, commanding voice, “What. Good Lord; Sinclair!”
“Been a while, sir.” The other man saluted Casey. Sinclair was African American, greying and had visible scars on his face.
Casey flipped Sinclair a salute in return, “Lieutenant. Bit off duty here. This is my fiancée, Doctor Eleanor Carmichael.”
“Ma'am. Sir; you got my postcard.”
Ellie felt John relax considerably as he answered, “Yes. What's going down, Sinclair?”
Sinclair gestured with his head, “Come out on my boat and we'll do some 'fishing'.”
So John and Ellie followed Sinclair on board and Sinclair cast off, firing up the engine.
John spoke quietly to Ellie as they made out into the ocean, “One of my men. He was scarred in conflict - can't tell you where in the world that was - and invalided out. His face is mild compared to the burns on his torso. Damn hero.”
“He would know you're still active.”
“'Course. We have ways of contacting each other and there's the old Marines' network. Band of brothers.”
Sinclair cut the engine, set the anchor and the rods, then broke out the cold beer, “Ma'am?”
Ellie smiled, “Yes, please!” She drank it from the bottle, just like John and Sinclair.
“Sir. I can't do anything on my own, but there's drug smuggling going on. Police won't do nothing. Think maybe one or two of 'em might be in on it. 'Bout a dozen hard types. Real hard. Nasty sons of bitches. Ex-cons, Mafia, gang members; you know the sort. They hang around on the beach and play at being surfer dudes, but us locals can tell they're faking it. Don't even think of going in there alone, sir. And Ma'am; please don't let him. Marines are the best there is, but you don't even touch these guys. Best thing to do is kill 'em with fire.”
John nodded, “They've got a skeezy motel down in the dunes?”
Sinclair nodded, “That's the place. John Wayne would be afraid for his life there.”
“I'm calling in the troops, Sinclair. Off the record.”
“Hmm. You ain't got pull for an air attack?”
John mimed a bomber and a missile, “Oh, that kind of fire. Would need to be certain of a clean sweep on all of 'em, or at least most.”
Sinclair looked at the sky, “New moon tonight. Pitch black.”
John smiled, “Good for hunting.”
John made a scrambled call to General Beckman as soon as they got back to the hotel. He leaned back against the pillows, grinning.
“Well now; what shall we do to pass the time until later?”
Ellie undid the halter neck of her dress and let it slide to the floor. All she had on underneath were her strappy sandals and a brief, lacy pair of panties. John nearly swallowed his tongue.
“See something you like, stud?”
John growled, “C'mere. I'll eat lunch off you later.”
Much later, after an eventful morning, a rather messy lunch and a romantic supper overlooking the ocean, John tapped into the feed from the military.
“I'll let you know what's going on, Ellie.”
“Okay.”
“Plane's coming in. One of the new F2 stealth bombers. Heat sensors indicate around a dozen people inside the building. Locked on target. Ka-boom! Okay, they're checking the wreckage. We have one flattened skeezy motel. No survivors,” John grinned at Ellie, “I think we can safely say we won here!”
Ellie smiled, “So, what now?”
“Bed. We need to stick around for a while, just to be on the safe side.”
Somewhere around three in the morning, Ellie woke up. John's hands were slowly caressing her. She murmured sleepily with pleasure and began to respond. They began making love in earnest in the darkness. John moaned softly as he slid into Ellie. This was the closest thing to heaven on earth for him. He moved and caressed expertly until he felt Ellie climax. There was a tiny noise on their hotel balcony. John's head flicked up; he bit his lip to aid concentration and lifted his hand gun, the one with the silencer attached. Through the drapes, he saw a dark outline against the stars and heard the unmistakeable snick of someone cocking a gun. He fired two rounds. All of this happened whilst Ellie was still arched in bliss under him. He watched the window for a few more seconds, then diverted his attention back to Ellie. He rode them to a blissful conclusion, then snapped on the light.
“What is it, John?”
“Bad guy on the balcony,” John kissed Ellie tenderly, “Back in a mo'.”
He hefted up the gun and crept over, still naked. He used the drapes for cover. The person he'd shot had fallen off the balcony and was lying quite a number of floors down, floating in the swimming pool.
Ellie came up behind him, “He's dead.”
“Yeah. I'd better call it in, sweetheart. The cops will be swarming all over, asking difficult questions if I don't.”
“How did you do that?”
John shrugged as he sealed the balcony windows and the drapes, “For the first time whilst we were making love, I heard someone cock a gun. Goodness knows how; but I got my gun, shot him and somehow stayed hard inside you, pleasuring you.”
Ellie put her arms around him, “Wow.”
John smiled, “You know what this means?”
Ellie smiled, “Enlighten me.”
John held her close, “I can do what I thought was impossible for me. I can concentrate on other things like shooting the bad guys and keep you safe.”
Ellie looked up at him, “So?”
His smile widened, “We can move in together and have something approaching a normal relationship.”
“I love you!”
“I know. I love you too, Eleanor. Let's go back to bed, hmm?”
John woke Ellie at six two days later , “How about a very early morning motorbike ride?”
Ellie had more than a suspicion what was afoot, “Four wheeler?”
John nodded, “Yes. Deep in the dunes.”
“'Kay!”
So, they set off, in the opposite direction to the obliterated motel.
As the bike came to a halt, the engine kept revving and Ellie moaned.
“Do you think we could take one of these back to L.A.?”
Casey gently bit her shoulder, “I could sense you becoming aroused as soon as we started. The vibrations are working for you, huh?” He revved the engine and Ellie leaned back against him.
“Oh my! Please touch me, John!”
He growled eagerly, “Let me drive!”
One hand gently cupped her breast through her top. John's hands were knowing and gentle, weighing and then skimming expertly over her nipples. Meanwhile the other hand hadn't been idle. It trailed up Ellie's thighs and over the apex which was wet already through the cloth of her shorts. Long fingers teased up and then down the front under the cloth, to the heart of Ellie's need. The hand holding and shaping one breast left to rev the engine again right at the moment John's fingers found and teased t the small, swollen target. One finger circled, whilst the others stroked. Then John revved the engine extra hard and Ellie's orgasm hit. John pulled down Ellie's shorts as she began to come back down.
Ellie's naked bottom stroked against John's substantial length, then he was easing her up and she was eagerly pressing down and backwards onto him. They both groaned as he slid inside her. Every time, it was more than just the sublime physical sensations.
“This is what I needed!”
John managed a shaky chuckle, “Huh, yeah! One hell of a bike ride!”
He kept one hand sweetly at her clitoris and the other revving in time to their movements.
Ellie was gasping, “John! Oh, we have to do this again!”
John felt the moment she stiffened and went over a second time, “God, Ellie!”
He came himself moments later.
“Mmm, hope we don't get sunburn, John.”
He chuckled softly, “We'll got back for breakfast in a moment. Do you think; if this really does work out, that you might move in permanently?”
Ellie smiled, “Maybe you should move in with me!”
“As long as we're sharing a bed, I don't mind!”