Ellie vs the Upload
Ellie vs the Upload
Post Episode 2.22
Ellie/Casey; in which Ellie gets the Intersect
R/NC17
Ellie made her decision and put her hand on the terminal. The images flowed around her, over her and into her. She swayed and almost collapsed under the onslaught. But this - most of it - was familiar, like putting on an old slipper. There were new flavours in there, but she'd worry about them later. Right now, she had to burn up the Intersect with Bryce's data. Everything was looking fairly hopeful, Sarah and Casey were right there, then six guys in suits turned up. Ellie looked at Casey and Sarah, but it was clear that the three of them didn't stand a chance. She saw Casey glare at one of the guys in angry recognition. Then, just when she thought they all might die here in this hard white room, Ellie flashed.
In an instant, her arms and legs knew what to do. As she hit, blocked and kicked, the medical part of her mind was dispassionately listing the active bones, muscles and ligaments as well as knowing exactly where to hit for maximum effect. Then it was over and done. The antagonists were disabled and the three of them could walk away.
Ellie looked at her hands, “Guys...I know kung fu!”
They left the building. Ellie walked out on autopilot. She took in deep shuddering breaths of the air when they were outside.
Casey clasped her shoulder, “Ellie? Are you okay?”
“I think I'm going to be sick!”
His hand steadied her, became her lifeline, “Breathe. You were amazing in there; saved our lives.”
“I've never gotten abilities from a flash before!”
“Must be part of the upgrade. Remember the part about you being amazing. Best martial arts I've seen.”
Ellie was still looking at her hands, “I thought I was only going to heal with these hands.”
“You're an excellent doctor, Ellie. You've just picked up some extra skills. Now let's go home; we need to debrief.”
Ellie sat on Casey's couch with a glass of scotch, “I don't drink spirits very often, Casey.”
“I know, but take it from me, you need this now. Helps with the shock.”
Ellie sipped the scotch, “Mmm. Glenmorangie.”
John's eyebrow rose, but he said nothing. He just got out his special bottle of Ardbeg.
“I think the best thing to do is to see if we can find out what other skills you have. We won't get them all at once, but let's start tomorrow. Okay?”
Ellie looked up, “Who are the Ring?”
John walked over with the Ardbeg hidden on the far side of his body, “I don't know. We'll get our best agents on that in the morning as well. I'm guessing that Fulcrum and or government agents gone rogue might be part of the Ring.”
Ellie flashed, “Inner circle of the Chicago Outfit crime syndicate.”
John nodded, more than used to Ellie flashing, “Hmm. The Mob. Okay, we'll check them too.”
“University of Victoria's newspaper.”
“Victoria?”
“Australia.”
John sat down next to Ellie, “Okay; possibly a world-wide organisation. Figures. Of course, there's Wagner's opera. I'll get an expert on that too.”
Ellie was staring into space as John refilled her glass. She took a sip reflexively.
“Wow... Ardbeg,” she frowned, “How did I know that?”
John put his hand gently over hers, “New skills, Ellie. Don't know why you need to be able to identify single malts, but this might be part of a larger taste identification package.”
Ellie put her whisky down with a trembling hand, “I uploaded the new Intersect deliberately. I decided to embrace my destiny fully. It's just that the deadly kung fu skills took me by surprise.”
John reminded her, “Just as well you had them, or we'd all be dead now.”
Ellie nodded, “I know. I'm not sure how I'm going to sleep tonight, though.”
John nodded, “I could give you something to help you sleep and you could stay here. That way, you've got company if you need it.”
Ellie looked at him with some surprise, “You'd do that?”
John nodded firmly, “Sure. Any time. More than ever, I need to keep you safe.”
Ellie smiled, “Thanks. I think I can fit on the couch.”
“No. No way. You get the bed. I've slept on cold hard rock before now. The couch is practically luxury!”
Ellie acquiesced and went upstairs with John. He showed her the en-suite and loaned her a pair of his best blue silk pyjamas.
John's mouth curved into a half smile, “Don't wear these very often. I'm usually a strict tee and boxers guy. Or au naturel, but we won't go there.”
“Thanks, John.”
“You need anything, call out. I'll hear you.”
Ellie didn't doubt it. She'd witnessed John's radar hearing often enough. She waited until John had left her, then settled down for the night.
About two in the morning, Ellie had a nightmare. She awoke with a shriek. John was with her seconds later. Sure enough, he was wearing a tee shirt and boxers.
He gently clasped her shoulder, “What is it, Ellie?”
She looked at him, eyes still focusing, “Nightmare!”
John sat on the bed, “It's okay. I'm right here.”
He folded Ellie in his arms.
Ellie put her arms around John, “Thanks. Don't go!”
John lay down on the covers and held Ellie close, “Okay, I won't. Bad one, huh?”
Ellie nodded, “Yes.”
“I'll stay; for the rest of the night. You won't be alone.”
“Thanks.”
In the morning, John woke with Ellie still in his arms. She was warm and snuggled close, plus she was making a soft purring noise which was deliciously erotic. The feeds he'd put in her own bedroom hadn't detected it. John battened everything down, but nothing was going to affect the major morning wood he had going on. That was up, iron hard and raring to go. John slowed his breathing, but it was no good. He tried to ease out and away from Ellie carefully. She murmured and snuggled closer. Her hand stroked down his chest and ended up an inch or so above the tip of his erection. It throbbed, as though it could get to her hand by will-power.
He turned towards her, “Ellie? It's morning!”
“John...”
Her voice was breathy, sexy. John's erection became painfully hard.
“Ellie!” He was getting close to the limit of control.
Her eyes fluttered open, “John? Is everything okay?”
He managed a smile, “Yes, fine. Morning.”
Ellie looked down and saw the major tent in his boxers, snatching her hand away from the danger area, “Oh! Oh, my! I...erm...didn't mean to do that.”
“I know.”
Ellie wasn't a doctor for nothing, “Shall I go and brew some coffee? Give you ten minutes or so?”
“Better make it fifteen, Ellie.”
She smiled, “No problem. I'll make some toast and eggs as well.”
John smiled with relief, “Thanks!”
So Ellie went downstairs and got busy. John went into his en-suite and locked the door. He took off his tee shirt and boxers and got into the shower. No mess, no fuss. Also, the sound of running water would hopefully mask his gasps of ecstasy. He quickly washed himself, then got his hands to work on the problem at hand. Not that thinking of Ellie was a problem, no sir. The first stroke made his knees buckle with a spike of intense pleasure. He turned the water level up to maximum. Half a dozen strokes later, his knees gave way fully and he knelt in the base of the shower as his orgasm hit. When it was finally over and done, he managed to stand back up and wash himself off. A brisk towelling, clean clothes and he was sorted. Mellow as heck, but sorted. He went downstairs.
Ellie had managed to percolate the coffee and was just finishing up eggs to go with the toast. The angel had even poured some orange juice.
“Hi, John. Breakfast's just about ready.”
“Sorry about...earlier.”
She smiled, “I've seen plenty of voluntary erections as part of my medical work.” Ellie noted that John's eyelids were a bit heavy, so she knew how he'd sorted out his 'problem'.
'I'll just bet you have,' John thought.
“Thanks for the food.” He began to tuck in.
“So, what happens now?”
John spoke between mouthfuls, “See what other martial arts' abilities you might have, see if you can handle a gun now, maybe speak new languages. как - Вы сегодня* ?”
Ellie blinked, “очень хорошо слова благодарности*. Wow, I speak Russian!”
John grunted, “Tudja tánc*?”
“Igen i lehet*! Hungarian too!”
John nodded, "Looks like you're an asset in a whole new slew of different ways. We'll start later today, but carefully. We don't want to alert the Ring more than we already have, if possible."
“Yes, that makes sense. I suppose Sarah will get involved too?”
He grunted, “Yeah. She can test you on some of the martial arts at least.”
Ellie chuckled and rolled her eyes, “Inter-agency rivalry again!”
She went to get washed and dressed, then walked back to her own home.
Ellie mulled things over privately. She knew that it hadn't been just a case of morning wood with John. She'd seen his enlarged pupils and felt the underlying muscle tension in his body. He'd been holding himself back from an attempted seduction with a Herculean effort. So, John was at least deeply attracted to her. Being in his arms had made her feel safe, warm and aroused. Half asleep, she'd wanted to snuggle up to John as closely as possible. Yes, even to the extent of wanting to kiss and caress him; to have him act on his attraction. There were rules and protocols against intimate fraternisation between handlers and asset. John Casey was a man of rules, to be sure. But he was also human and a man. All man, her mind chimed in. Not just because of his build, muscles and personality. Nor even that spectacular erection. It was part of his very nature. But if her new abilities put her on a par with Casey and made them more like equals, what then? Did she want a physical relationship with John? Her body tensed and answered, 'yes, please!. Well, that was a start.
So, Ellie buckled down to work. She let John and Sarah take her all over Los Angeles and further afield to test her new Intersect abilities. To her surprise and theirs she aced almost everything. Several foreign languages [and counting] plus something close to black belt standard in several martial arts disciplines. After yet another trial-of-Intersect, Ellie and John went back to the Castle to report to Beckman.
Ellie rolled her shoulders, “Agh! I swear I'm going to be stiff for a week!”
“I could give you a massage...”
Ellie shot John a look, “Wonder Woman never had to deal with this!”
John put his hands up I surrender, “Only offering!”
Ellie stopped, “Sorry. I wasn't rejecting your offer. I just feel like a second rate super heroine!”
John shook his head, “Never 'second rate', Ellie. More like the second Silk Spectre in the Watchmen graphic novel and film!”
Ellie looked at him, “I'm not wearing the outfit!”
For a moment, John looked like a boy deprived of a treat, “Aww...”
Ellie decided that deflection was the best tactic, “You're built like the Comedian and you enjoy shooting stuff, but you're not like my father!”
His returning tone was emphatic and eager, “Hell no! Nor do I hit women; at least not outside the call of duty.”
“I know that.”
“So...back rub? Massage?”
Ellie nodded, “Better report to Beckman first.”
After the debrief, John gently touched Ellie's shoulder, “Home. Hot bath, massage, rest.”
She smiled, “Thanks!”
Ellie pondered in the car. John had been encouraging, helpful, firm and - as always - commanding. If it hadn't been for John regularly flashing covert hot glances at her, Ellie might have almost believed that the intimate morning some weeks ago had been a dream.
John let her into his condo, “Beer?”
Ellie grinned, “Yes, please!”
He snagged a couple of cold ones from the fridge, “That's my woman!”
“Yours?”
John blinked, “My asset. My partner. My equal.”
“Wow. That's some accolade.”
He smiled slowly, “The skills you have now, your heart, your spirit. Yes, you've been equal to me for some time.”
Ellie popped the tab and started drinking, “Thank-you.”
John shrugged, “I call them as I see them!”
Ellie chose her next words carefully, “So...what does this mean for us?”
John came closer, “Time for the truth, Ellie. I'm asking for something I've wanted for a long time. If you don't want this, it's okay. I swear I won't speak of it again,” he gently lifted a strand of her hair, “It's you. As my full partner. My lover. My love.”
Ellie saw the heat and tenderness in John's eyes.
Her smile dimpled her cheeks, “We've barely kissed yet.”
John pulled her into his arms, “That can be remedied.”
He gently brushed her lips with his.
Ellie felt the erotic tingle all the way down to her toes, “Oh!”
“That was a good 'oh', yes?”
Ellie grinned, “Absolutely!”
She leaned back in and returned John's kiss. As she pulled away, he slid his hands around her face and they kissed fully for the first time.
John's smile was teasing, “Massage?”
“I think if you touch me, it won't be massage that will happen!”
His eyes twinkled, “No. Well, maybe a little massage, but then...”
“Yes.”
“No going back, Ellie.”
Her hands stroked his face, “No going back, John.”
John and Ellie kissed again, several more times. Then they walked hand in hand to the couch.
“I've got a proper massage table...”
Ellie smiled, “The couch will be perfect!”
John kissed her gently, “There ought to be flowers, champagne, silk sheets...”
“We can have those things later.”
“And we will, I promise. I'll just get some massage oil.”
John returned to Ellie moments later. Ellie had taken off her outer clothes and was wearing just her underwear.
“Better?”
John's eyes flashed, “Yes. Much better!”
He put down the bottle of oil on the nearby low table, then removed his shoes, socks and shirt.
Ellie's smile widened, “Yum!”
"I hope you'll stay over for a few days, Ellie."
"A few days, huh! I'll need to go to my home to get clean clothes at some point."
John sat down next to her, "We might both be naked for the next few days, sweetheart."
"Oh!"
"Yes, 'oh'!" he kissed her tenderly, "Onto your stomach, sweet Ellie."
Ellie turned over and John gently undid her bra. He poured some of the oil into his hands. Then he carefully knelt on either side of Ellie's legs. The instant his warm hands touched her back, erotic fire sprang into life between them.
John grunted softly, "That's what I thought would happen. I'm going to find it very hard to keep my hands off you from now on."
"Don't stop!"
He laughed softly, "I don't plan to; not until we're both fully satisfied."
John's hands began gently and skillfully kneading out the knots in Ellie's back.
"Oh, that's good!"
"Nearly done. Yes, that's got most of the kinks out, Ellie. Turn over, sweetheart."
So Ellie did and John gasped softly.
"So beautiful. Perfect breasts. Silky skin."
Ellie ran her hands up John's naked furry chest, "Sexy!"
His eyes flashed, "Yeah, that too!"
He slid his hands up as well, cupping her breasts. Then he leaned down to kiss her thoroughly. He moved his lips down to kiss her shoulder, her breasts. Ellie kissed back, stroking her own hands through the head on his head, then down his back. Every touch spread erotic fire through both their bodies. John moved lower, unbuckling and loosening his pants as he went. He gently peeled off her panties and then sat back and gazed at Ellie's nakedness. He ran his hands up her legs and guided one up over his shoulder, then he removed his boxers. Ellie gasped softly as his erection sprang free; long, thick and potent.
John gently kissed up the inside of Ellie's thigh until his mouth reached her mound. He licked gently, tenderly; quickly finding a rhythm which pleased Ellie. John cupped her bottom and drew her even closer to his mouth. Ellie arched against him, her orgasm sudden, sweet and intense. After this, John moved back up and slowly eased himself inside her. They both gasped softly.
John held himself still, "Ellie... You feel amazing."
Ellie wrapped her legs closer around John, "Oh, John. You too!"
They began moving together in delicious counterpoint. John managed to hold out until Ellie reached a second orgasm, then he followed her into bliss. After, he cradled her close on the couch.
"You do know that I'm yours now?"
John felt Ellie smile next to his chest, "Yes, John. And I'm yours."
"Mmm... Damn straight!"
Ellie chuckled softly, "You have no idea, John."
"I know when I'm captured, sweetheart!"
"Better believe it, mister!"
****
как - Вы сегодня = how are you today?
очень хорошо слова благодарности = very well, thank-you
[Russian online translator!]
Tudja tánc = can you dance?
Igen i lehet = yes I can
[Hungarian online translator!]
****
A promise drawn out through fire and sand
Now gleams in silver on your hand
Eternity that enshrines your finger,
I stand to be yours as life is long:
clasp my hand, and be my singer.
Draw near to me and be my song.
Regina Doman
A promise drawn out through fire and sand
Now gleams in silver on your hand
Eternity that enshrines your finger,
I stand to be yours as life is long:
clasp my hand, and be my singer.
Draw near to me and be my song.
Regina Doman
Post Episode 2.22
Ellie/Casey; in which Ellie gets the Intersect
R/NC17
Ellie made her decision and put her hand on the terminal. The images flowed around her, over her and into her. She swayed and almost collapsed under the onslaught. But this - most of it - was familiar, like putting on an old slipper. There were new flavours in there, but she'd worry about them later. Right now, she had to burn up the Intersect with Bryce's data. Everything was looking fairly hopeful, Sarah and Casey were right there, then six guys in suits turned up. Ellie looked at Casey and Sarah, but it was clear that the three of them didn't stand a chance. She saw Casey glare at one of the guys in angry recognition. Then, just when she thought they all might die here in this hard white room, Ellie flashed.
In an instant, her arms and legs knew what to do. As she hit, blocked and kicked, the medical part of her mind was dispassionately listing the active bones, muscles and ligaments as well as knowing exactly where to hit for maximum effect. Then it was over and done. The antagonists were disabled and the three of them could walk away.
Ellie looked at her hands, “Guys...I know kung fu!”
They left the building. Ellie walked out on autopilot. She took in deep shuddering breaths of the air when they were outside.
Casey clasped her shoulder, “Ellie? Are you okay?”
“I think I'm going to be sick!”
His hand steadied her, became her lifeline, “Breathe. You were amazing in there; saved our lives.”
“I've never gotten abilities from a flash before!”
“Must be part of the upgrade. Remember the part about you being amazing. Best martial arts I've seen.”
Ellie was still looking at her hands, “I thought I was only going to heal with these hands.”
“You're an excellent doctor, Ellie. You've just picked up some extra skills. Now let's go home; we need to debrief.”
Ellie sat on Casey's couch with a glass of scotch, “I don't drink spirits very often, Casey.”
“I know, but take it from me, you need this now. Helps with the shock.”
Ellie sipped the scotch, “Mmm. Glenmorangie.”
John's eyebrow rose, but he said nothing. He just got out his special bottle of Ardbeg.
“I think the best thing to do is to see if we can find out what other skills you have. We won't get them all at once, but let's start tomorrow. Okay?”
Ellie looked up, “Who are the Ring?”
John walked over with the Ardbeg hidden on the far side of his body, “I don't know. We'll get our best agents on that in the morning as well. I'm guessing that Fulcrum and or government agents gone rogue might be part of the Ring.”
Ellie flashed, “Inner circle of the Chicago Outfit crime syndicate.”
John nodded, more than used to Ellie flashing, “Hmm. The Mob. Okay, we'll check them too.”
“University of Victoria's newspaper.”
“Victoria?”
“Australia.”
John sat down next to Ellie, “Okay; possibly a world-wide organisation. Figures. Of course, there's Wagner's opera. I'll get an expert on that too.”
Ellie was staring into space as John refilled her glass. She took a sip reflexively.
“Wow... Ardbeg,” she frowned, “How did I know that?”
John put his hand gently over hers, “New skills, Ellie. Don't know why you need to be able to identify single malts, but this might be part of a larger taste identification package.”
Ellie put her whisky down with a trembling hand, “I uploaded the new Intersect deliberately. I decided to embrace my destiny fully. It's just that the deadly kung fu skills took me by surprise.”
John reminded her, “Just as well you had them, or we'd all be dead now.”
Ellie nodded, “I know. I'm not sure how I'm going to sleep tonight, though.”
John nodded, “I could give you something to help you sleep and you could stay here. That way, you've got company if you need it.”
Ellie looked at him with some surprise, “You'd do that?”
John nodded firmly, “Sure. Any time. More than ever, I need to keep you safe.”
Ellie smiled, “Thanks. I think I can fit on the couch.”
“No. No way. You get the bed. I've slept on cold hard rock before now. The couch is practically luxury!”
Ellie acquiesced and went upstairs with John. He showed her the en-suite and loaned her a pair of his best blue silk pyjamas.
John's mouth curved into a half smile, “Don't wear these very often. I'm usually a strict tee and boxers guy. Or au naturel, but we won't go there.”
“Thanks, John.”
“You need anything, call out. I'll hear you.”
Ellie didn't doubt it. She'd witnessed John's radar hearing often enough. She waited until John had left her, then settled down for the night.
About two in the morning, Ellie had a nightmare. She awoke with a shriek. John was with her seconds later. Sure enough, he was wearing a tee shirt and boxers.
He gently clasped her shoulder, “What is it, Ellie?”
She looked at him, eyes still focusing, “Nightmare!”
John sat on the bed, “It's okay. I'm right here.”
He folded Ellie in his arms.
Ellie put her arms around John, “Thanks. Don't go!”
John lay down on the covers and held Ellie close, “Okay, I won't. Bad one, huh?”
Ellie nodded, “Yes.”
“I'll stay; for the rest of the night. You won't be alone.”
“Thanks.”
In the morning, John woke with Ellie still in his arms. She was warm and snuggled close, plus she was making a soft purring noise which was deliciously erotic. The feeds he'd put in her own bedroom hadn't detected it. John battened everything down, but nothing was going to affect the major morning wood he had going on. That was up, iron hard and raring to go. John slowed his breathing, but it was no good. He tried to ease out and away from Ellie carefully. She murmured and snuggled closer. Her hand stroked down his chest and ended up an inch or so above the tip of his erection. It throbbed, as though it could get to her hand by will-power.
He turned towards her, “Ellie? It's morning!”
“John...”
Her voice was breathy, sexy. John's erection became painfully hard.
“Ellie!” He was getting close to the limit of control.
Her eyes fluttered open, “John? Is everything okay?”
He managed a smile, “Yes, fine. Morning.”
Ellie looked down and saw the major tent in his boxers, snatching her hand away from the danger area, “Oh! Oh, my! I...erm...didn't mean to do that.”
“I know.”
Ellie wasn't a doctor for nothing, “Shall I go and brew some coffee? Give you ten minutes or so?”
“Better make it fifteen, Ellie.”
She smiled, “No problem. I'll make some toast and eggs as well.”
John smiled with relief, “Thanks!”
So Ellie went downstairs and got busy. John went into his en-suite and locked the door. He took off his tee shirt and boxers and got into the shower. No mess, no fuss. Also, the sound of running water would hopefully mask his gasps of ecstasy. He quickly washed himself, then got his hands to work on the problem at hand. Not that thinking of Ellie was a problem, no sir. The first stroke made his knees buckle with a spike of intense pleasure. He turned the water level up to maximum. Half a dozen strokes later, his knees gave way fully and he knelt in the base of the shower as his orgasm hit. When it was finally over and done, he managed to stand back up and wash himself off. A brisk towelling, clean clothes and he was sorted. Mellow as heck, but sorted. He went downstairs.
Ellie had managed to percolate the coffee and was just finishing up eggs to go with the toast. The angel had even poured some orange juice.
“Hi, John. Breakfast's just about ready.”
“Sorry about...earlier.”
She smiled, “I've seen plenty of voluntary erections as part of my medical work.” Ellie noted that John's eyelids were a bit heavy, so she knew how he'd sorted out his 'problem'.
'I'll just bet you have,' John thought.
“Thanks for the food.” He began to tuck in.
“So, what happens now?”
John spoke between mouthfuls, “See what other martial arts' abilities you might have, see if you can handle a gun now, maybe speak new languages. как - Вы сегодня* ?”
Ellie blinked, “очень хорошо слова благодарности*. Wow, I speak Russian!”
John grunted, “Tudja tánc*?”
“Igen i lehet*! Hungarian too!”
John nodded, "Looks like you're an asset in a whole new slew of different ways. We'll start later today, but carefully. We don't want to alert the Ring more than we already have, if possible."
“Yes, that makes sense. I suppose Sarah will get involved too?”
He grunted, “Yeah. She can test you on some of the martial arts at least.”
Ellie chuckled and rolled her eyes, “Inter-agency rivalry again!”
She went to get washed and dressed, then walked back to her own home.
Ellie mulled things over privately. She knew that it hadn't been just a case of morning wood with John. She'd seen his enlarged pupils and felt the underlying muscle tension in his body. He'd been holding himself back from an attempted seduction with a Herculean effort. So, John was at least deeply attracted to her. Being in his arms had made her feel safe, warm and aroused. Half asleep, she'd wanted to snuggle up to John as closely as possible. Yes, even to the extent of wanting to kiss and caress him; to have him act on his attraction. There were rules and protocols against intimate fraternisation between handlers and asset. John Casey was a man of rules, to be sure. But he was also human and a man. All man, her mind chimed in. Not just because of his build, muscles and personality. Nor even that spectacular erection. It was part of his very nature. But if her new abilities put her on a par with Casey and made them more like equals, what then? Did she want a physical relationship with John? Her body tensed and answered, 'yes, please!. Well, that was a start.
So, Ellie buckled down to work. She let John and Sarah take her all over Los Angeles and further afield to test her new Intersect abilities. To her surprise and theirs she aced almost everything. Several foreign languages [and counting] plus something close to black belt standard in several martial arts disciplines. After yet another trial-of-Intersect, Ellie and John went back to the Castle to report to Beckman.
Ellie rolled her shoulders, “Agh! I swear I'm going to be stiff for a week!”
“I could give you a massage...”
Ellie shot John a look, “Wonder Woman never had to deal with this!”
John put his hands up I surrender, “Only offering!”
Ellie stopped, “Sorry. I wasn't rejecting your offer. I just feel like a second rate super heroine!”
John shook his head, “Never 'second rate', Ellie. More like the second Silk Spectre in the Watchmen graphic novel and film!”
Ellie looked at him, “I'm not wearing the outfit!”
For a moment, John looked like a boy deprived of a treat, “Aww...”
Ellie decided that deflection was the best tactic, “You're built like the Comedian and you enjoy shooting stuff, but you're not like my father!”
His returning tone was emphatic and eager, “Hell no! Nor do I hit women; at least not outside the call of duty.”
“I know that.”
“So...back rub? Massage?”
Ellie nodded, “Better report to Beckman first.”
After the debrief, John gently touched Ellie's shoulder, “Home. Hot bath, massage, rest.”
She smiled, “Thanks!”
Ellie pondered in the car. John had been encouraging, helpful, firm and - as always - commanding. If it hadn't been for John regularly flashing covert hot glances at her, Ellie might have almost believed that the intimate morning some weeks ago had been a dream.
John let her into his condo, “Beer?”
Ellie grinned, “Yes, please!”
He snagged a couple of cold ones from the fridge, “That's my woman!”
“Yours?”
John blinked, “My asset. My partner. My equal.”
“Wow. That's some accolade.”
He smiled slowly, “The skills you have now, your heart, your spirit. Yes, you've been equal to me for some time.”
Ellie popped the tab and started drinking, “Thank-you.”
John shrugged, “I call them as I see them!”
Ellie chose her next words carefully, “So...what does this mean for us?”
John came closer, “Time for the truth, Ellie. I'm asking for something I've wanted for a long time. If you don't want this, it's okay. I swear I won't speak of it again,” he gently lifted a strand of her hair, “It's you. As my full partner. My lover. My love.”
Ellie saw the heat and tenderness in John's eyes.
Her smile dimpled her cheeks, “We've barely kissed yet.”
John pulled her into his arms, “That can be remedied.”
He gently brushed her lips with his.
Ellie felt the erotic tingle all the way down to her toes, “Oh!”
“That was a good 'oh', yes?”
Ellie grinned, “Absolutely!”
She leaned back in and returned John's kiss. As she pulled away, he slid his hands around her face and they kissed fully for the first time.
John's smile was teasing, “Massage?”
“I think if you touch me, it won't be massage that will happen!”
His eyes twinkled, “No. Well, maybe a little massage, but then...”
“Yes.”
“No going back, Ellie.”
Her hands stroked his face, “No going back, John.”
John and Ellie kissed again, several more times. Then they walked hand in hand to the couch.
“I've got a proper massage table...”
Ellie smiled, “The couch will be perfect!”
John kissed her gently, “There ought to be flowers, champagne, silk sheets...”
“We can have those things later.”
“And we will, I promise. I'll just get some massage oil.”
John returned to Ellie moments later. Ellie had taken off her outer clothes and was wearing just her underwear.
“Better?”
John's eyes flashed, “Yes. Much better!”
He put down the bottle of oil on the nearby low table, then removed his shoes, socks and shirt.
Ellie's smile widened, “Yum!”
"I hope you'll stay over for a few days, Ellie."
"A few days, huh! I'll need to go to my home to get clean clothes at some point."
John sat down next to her, "We might both be naked for the next few days, sweetheart."
"Oh!"
"Yes, 'oh'!" he kissed her tenderly, "Onto your stomach, sweet Ellie."
Ellie turned over and John gently undid her bra. He poured some of the oil into his hands. Then he carefully knelt on either side of Ellie's legs. The instant his warm hands touched her back, erotic fire sprang into life between them.
John grunted softly, "That's what I thought would happen. I'm going to find it very hard to keep my hands off you from now on."
"Don't stop!"
He laughed softly, "I don't plan to; not until we're both fully satisfied."
John's hands began gently and skillfully kneading out the knots in Ellie's back.
"Oh, that's good!"
"Nearly done. Yes, that's got most of the kinks out, Ellie. Turn over, sweetheart."
So Ellie did and John gasped softly.
"So beautiful. Perfect breasts. Silky skin."
Ellie ran her hands up John's naked furry chest, "Sexy!"
His eyes flashed, "Yeah, that too!"
He slid his hands up as well, cupping her breasts. Then he leaned down to kiss her thoroughly. He moved his lips down to kiss her shoulder, her breasts. Ellie kissed back, stroking her own hands through the head on his head, then down his back. Every touch spread erotic fire through both their bodies. John moved lower, unbuckling and loosening his pants as he went. He gently peeled off her panties and then sat back and gazed at Ellie's nakedness. He ran his hands up her legs and guided one up over his shoulder, then he removed his boxers. Ellie gasped softly as his erection sprang free; long, thick and potent.
John gently kissed up the inside of Ellie's thigh until his mouth reached her mound. He licked gently, tenderly; quickly finding a rhythm which pleased Ellie. John cupped her bottom and drew her even closer to his mouth. Ellie arched against him, her orgasm sudden, sweet and intense. After this, John moved back up and slowly eased himself inside her. They both gasped softly.
John held himself still, "Ellie... You feel amazing."
Ellie wrapped her legs closer around John, "Oh, John. You too!"
They began moving together in delicious counterpoint. John managed to hold out until Ellie reached a second orgasm, then he followed her into bliss. After, he cradled her close on the couch.
"You do know that I'm yours now?"
John felt Ellie smile next to his chest, "Yes, John. And I'm yours."
"Mmm... Damn straight!"
Ellie chuckled softly, "You have no idea, John."
"I know when I'm captured, sweetheart!"
"Better believe it, mister!"
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как - Вы сегодня = how are you today?
очень хорошо слова благодарности = very well, thank-you
[Russian online translator!]
Tudja tánc = can you dance?
Igen i lehet = yes I can
[Hungarian online translator!]
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A promise drawn out through fire and sand
Now gleams in silver on your hand
Eternity that enshrines your finger,
I stand to be yours as life is long:
clasp my hand, and be my singer.
Draw near to me and be my song.
Regina Doman
A promise drawn out through fire and sand
Now gleams in silver on your hand
Eternity that enshrines your finger,
I stand to be yours as life is long:
clasp my hand, and be my singer.
Draw near to me and be my song.
Regina Doman