Chuck vs the Welsh Spy [6]
This has descriptions of sex. R for safety's sake. LAST PART!
Casey took Chuck to one side as they walked to the hotel.
“Word to the wise, Chuck. Now we're on the lam and all other considerations are suspended, you ought to know Sarah's in love with you.”
Chuck slowly grinned, realising, “She loves me!”
“Yeah, Frostberg. She loves you. Somewhere in that NSA-downloaded noggin of yours, you've got the entire text of all the known *and secret sex manuals. Go use that knowledge and don't forget protection. Trust me, it's worth it. Red hot sex with the woman you love beats every other kind hands down.”
Chuck smiled lopsidedly, “You know this, huh?”
“I loved Ilsa once; but the feelings I had for her pale into insignificance to those I have for Myfanwy.”
“You changed your mind so fast.”
Casey shrugged, “Not really. There was the pull between Myfanwy and I right from the moment we met. I've shared more with her - without realising it *was her - than anyone else outside the Creature program. Better not contact our suite for some time, huh?”
“Well, if I'm successful shortly, same goes for ours.”
“Take it nice and slow, Frostberg.”
“I have *had sex. I know how it goes. Sure *you remember?”
Casey glowered and managed to grin at the same time, “Yeah; think I got the steps pegged.”
*
Myfanwy put her bag down on the polished wooden floor and went to admire the stunning view from the balcony. There was nothing but sea almost as far as the eye could see, right to the next island in the Hawaiian chain on the horizon.
John was right behind her, “Myfanwy, it's time.”
She took his hand and smiled, “Hot tub.” His eyebrow flicked and she grinned, “Well, you did say you wanted our first time to be memorable.”
The roof top garden was a real haven of peace, seclusion and quiet. High walls on three sides with a white metal table and two chairs and the hot tub placed nearer the door.
John took Myfanwy in his arms, “Remember what I said about making you scream?”
She grinned up at him, “Only thing we're likely to disturb are passing seagulls. The other penthouse is way over on top of the south wing and similarly secluded. No-one will hear us.”
Suddenly the fire in John's eyes went wild and deep as he surrendered fully to his desire. Myfanwy shivered with anticipation and gazed right back.
“Not gonna hold *anything back from you.” He began kissing her; gently, teasingly.
“Neither am I.” She was kissing him right back.
*
His fingertips skimmed over her, on top of her clothes, slow and sure, learning her planes and curves. Myfanwy returned the favour, finding by just that gentle pressure where most of his sweet spots were. He'd apparently done the same, because he lingered on most of them during the second round of gentle touching. They began removing clothing very slowly, exposing each other inch by inch. Kissing and more touching went right along with that. It took over an hour before Myfanwy was down to her undies and John was just wearing pants.
He smiled wolfishly, “Damn, you look good and I'm going commando, by the way.”
Her eyes darkened with increased desire, “Are we getting naked now?”
“Soon. Want a good look at you first.”
Myfanwy smiled, “What I'm looking at is mighty fine. Gorgeous hairy chest.”
“Yeah.” His gaze seemed to be trying to burn through her matching red bra and thong, “Succulent breasts.”
“Help yourself.”
He moved towards her, predatory and intent, “I will, darling; trust me. But I'm still going slow.”
“You know I'm ready for you?”
His nostrils flared, “Yes; I can smell your arousal and see it, now that you're almost naked. Don't worry, I'll make it good for you real soon.” He gently cupped her breasts and circled her nipples through the fabric. Myfanwy moaned and trembled. John bent his head, closed his mouth around one nipple and suckled. Myfanwy's head went back and she gasped as her orgasm hit, sharp and sweet.
When she caught her breath, Myfanwy responded, “Wow!” She smiled radiantly at him.
*
John flipped open the back of her bra and it slid down to the ground. He looked his fill, growling softly, “Burned into my soul how pretty you are.”
Then his hands followed his line of sight and he started fondling in earnest. Myfanwy caressed his chest in return, purring with pleasure. His hands finally moved down and eased off her thong, even as Myfanwy started on his pants. John kicked them free, then lifted Myfanwy up and stepped slowly down into the hot tub. They tangled slowly and sensuously in the hot water, kissing deeply. John and Myfanwy both moaned as their naked flesh met and slid together. She parted her thighs and he was right there, close to entering her. For a few minutes, they teased each other, stroking each other's bodies with their hands and racking up the tension.
John's nostrils flared, “Wanna see this.”
“Yes, please!”
He lifted her out onto the soft towels by the side of the tub. John moved over her; big, powerful and painfully ready.
Myfanwy looked her fill, “Oh, my! Magnificent!”
John tenderly lifted her chin, “Phoenix; Myfanwy. See what you do to me. It's never been like this before.”
She lifted her hips to him, “Yes, John; Green Dragon.”
He smiled crookedly, “Special relationship.”
She cupped his cheek, “Yes, absolutely. *Very special.”
It was the closest they could currently get to a promise of commitment. They slid together, then rose unerringly to a delicious mutual climax. Afterwards, they slid back into the hot tub. Myfanwy sat with her legs around John's midriff as they kissed and cuddled close.
John nuzzled her neck and face, “Darling?”
Myfanwy looked into his eyes, “Ynghariad?”
John understood what she meant from the tender look in her eyes. He swelled against her stomach.
She grinned, “Again?”
“You betcha! Told you I was practically insatiable for you.”
*
Some hours later, after sleeping, they were lying in a sweaty, blissed-out tangle on the carpet in the suite.
John idly stroked her shoulder, “Good Lord, woman; you're going to be the death of me!” He was grinning.
Myfanwy smiled, “Don't hear you complaining!”
He slowly moved, leaning back over her, “Not at all! I'm loving how responsive and wild you are!”
Myfanwy glowed back, “Oh, yes! You too!”
He growled softly, “Shower?”
“Mmmm... So, we get wet, then soap each other slowly all over and see what...erm...arises?”
John chuckled, “You bad, naughty woman! Play your cards right and I'll recharge for you before long!”
*
They finally made it to the bed some time later.
John chuckled softly, “'The spy who loved me'.”
She propped herself up on his chest, smiling, “Yes; I think it's very close to that.”
John smiled back, “Whatever else happens, I'm totally yours. Your partner, your lover. I'm totally committed to you, to whatever future we can make together. Us, Sarah and Chuck. If we have to go into hiding or on the run long enough, there may be something like hand-fasting or even marriage under assumed names somewhere.”
Myfanwy smiled, “Together, whatever happens. Sounds wonderful and perfect.”
John pulled her closer, “Sleep now; then we'll see if the Frostberg and Swiss miss would like to meet up for supper later?”
Myfanwy giggled, “Yes, cariad. And while we're quoting stuff from Bond movies, 'Nobody does it better'.”
He chuckled and grinned, “Ain't that the truth!”
*
Chuck held his hand out to Sarah.
She took it, “I love you.”
Chuck gasped, “You know that I love you.”
“From the moment you fell. And just so you'll be sure,” she whispered in his ear, “My real name.”
He smiled tenderly and cupped her face, “No shadows.”
“Never again, not now, not in private.”
Chuck surprised Sarah by sweeping her up into his arms and carrying her to the bed.
*
Coda - the next Christmas. A private bay north of Auckland, New Zealand, facing the Pacific. Two houses down a dirt track, overlooking a good slice of beach, dunes and a sheltered cove. Four people living under new identities who once used to be called John, Chuck, Sarah and Myfanwy. In the small nearby town, a thriving computer, cake and coffee shop, run by four people working happily together.
***
Casey took Chuck to one side as they walked to the hotel.
“Word to the wise, Chuck. Now we're on the lam and all other considerations are suspended, you ought to know Sarah's in love with you.”
Chuck slowly grinned, realising, “She loves me!”
“Yeah, Frostberg. She loves you. Somewhere in that NSA-downloaded noggin of yours, you've got the entire text of all the known *and secret sex manuals. Go use that knowledge and don't forget protection. Trust me, it's worth it. Red hot sex with the woman you love beats every other kind hands down.”
Chuck smiled lopsidedly, “You know this, huh?”
“I loved Ilsa once; but the feelings I had for her pale into insignificance to those I have for Myfanwy.”
“You changed your mind so fast.”
Casey shrugged, “Not really. There was the pull between Myfanwy and I right from the moment we met. I've shared more with her - without realising it *was her - than anyone else outside the Creature program. Better not contact our suite for some time, huh?”
“Well, if I'm successful shortly, same goes for ours.”
“Take it nice and slow, Frostberg.”
“I have *had sex. I know how it goes. Sure *you remember?”
Casey glowered and managed to grin at the same time, “Yeah; think I got the steps pegged.”
*
Myfanwy put her bag down on the polished wooden floor and went to admire the stunning view from the balcony. There was nothing but sea almost as far as the eye could see, right to the next island in the Hawaiian chain on the horizon.
John was right behind her, “Myfanwy, it's time.”
She took his hand and smiled, “Hot tub.” His eyebrow flicked and she grinned, “Well, you did say you wanted our first time to be memorable.”
The roof top garden was a real haven of peace, seclusion and quiet. High walls on three sides with a white metal table and two chairs and the hot tub placed nearer the door.
John took Myfanwy in his arms, “Remember what I said about making you scream?”
She grinned up at him, “Only thing we're likely to disturb are passing seagulls. The other penthouse is way over on top of the south wing and similarly secluded. No-one will hear us.”
Suddenly the fire in John's eyes went wild and deep as he surrendered fully to his desire. Myfanwy shivered with anticipation and gazed right back.
“Not gonna hold *anything back from you.” He began kissing her; gently, teasingly.
“Neither am I.” She was kissing him right back.
*
His fingertips skimmed over her, on top of her clothes, slow and sure, learning her planes and curves. Myfanwy returned the favour, finding by just that gentle pressure where most of his sweet spots were. He'd apparently done the same, because he lingered on most of them during the second round of gentle touching. They began removing clothing very slowly, exposing each other inch by inch. Kissing and more touching went right along with that. It took over an hour before Myfanwy was down to her undies and John was just wearing pants.
He smiled wolfishly, “Damn, you look good and I'm going commando, by the way.”
Her eyes darkened with increased desire, “Are we getting naked now?”
“Soon. Want a good look at you first.”
Myfanwy smiled, “What I'm looking at is mighty fine. Gorgeous hairy chest.”
“Yeah.” His gaze seemed to be trying to burn through her matching red bra and thong, “Succulent breasts.”
“Help yourself.”
He moved towards her, predatory and intent, “I will, darling; trust me. But I'm still going slow.”
“You know I'm ready for you?”
His nostrils flared, “Yes; I can smell your arousal and see it, now that you're almost naked. Don't worry, I'll make it good for you real soon.” He gently cupped her breasts and circled her nipples through the fabric. Myfanwy moaned and trembled. John bent his head, closed his mouth around one nipple and suckled. Myfanwy's head went back and she gasped as her orgasm hit, sharp and sweet.
When she caught her breath, Myfanwy responded, “Wow!” She smiled radiantly at him.
*
John flipped open the back of her bra and it slid down to the ground. He looked his fill, growling softly, “Burned into my soul how pretty you are.”
Then his hands followed his line of sight and he started fondling in earnest. Myfanwy caressed his chest in return, purring with pleasure. His hands finally moved down and eased off her thong, even as Myfanwy started on his pants. John kicked them free, then lifted Myfanwy up and stepped slowly down into the hot tub. They tangled slowly and sensuously in the hot water, kissing deeply. John and Myfanwy both moaned as their naked flesh met and slid together. She parted her thighs and he was right there, close to entering her. For a few minutes, they teased each other, stroking each other's bodies with their hands and racking up the tension.
John's nostrils flared, “Wanna see this.”
“Yes, please!”
He lifted her out onto the soft towels by the side of the tub. John moved over her; big, powerful and painfully ready.
Myfanwy looked her fill, “Oh, my! Magnificent!”
John tenderly lifted her chin, “Phoenix; Myfanwy. See what you do to me. It's never been like this before.”
She lifted her hips to him, “Yes, John; Green Dragon.”
He smiled crookedly, “Special relationship.”
She cupped his cheek, “Yes, absolutely. *Very special.”
It was the closest they could currently get to a promise of commitment. They slid together, then rose unerringly to a delicious mutual climax. Afterwards, they slid back into the hot tub. Myfanwy sat with her legs around John's midriff as they kissed and cuddled close.
John nuzzled her neck and face, “Darling?”
Myfanwy looked into his eyes, “Ynghariad?”
John understood what she meant from the tender look in her eyes. He swelled against her stomach.
She grinned, “Again?”
“You betcha! Told you I was practically insatiable for you.”
*
Some hours later, after sleeping, they were lying in a sweaty, blissed-out tangle on the carpet in the suite.
John idly stroked her shoulder, “Good Lord, woman; you're going to be the death of me!” He was grinning.
Myfanwy smiled, “Don't hear you complaining!”
He slowly moved, leaning back over her, “Not at all! I'm loving how responsive and wild you are!”
Myfanwy glowed back, “Oh, yes! You too!”
He growled softly, “Shower?”
“Mmmm... So, we get wet, then soap each other slowly all over and see what...erm...arises?”
John chuckled, “You bad, naughty woman! Play your cards right and I'll recharge for you before long!”
*
They finally made it to the bed some time later.
John chuckled softly, “'The spy who loved me'.”
She propped herself up on his chest, smiling, “Yes; I think it's very close to that.”
John smiled back, “Whatever else happens, I'm totally yours. Your partner, your lover. I'm totally committed to you, to whatever future we can make together. Us, Sarah and Chuck. If we have to go into hiding or on the run long enough, there may be something like hand-fasting or even marriage under assumed names somewhere.”
Myfanwy smiled, “Together, whatever happens. Sounds wonderful and perfect.”
John pulled her closer, “Sleep now; then we'll see if the Frostberg and Swiss miss would like to meet up for supper later?”
Myfanwy giggled, “Yes, cariad. And while we're quoting stuff from Bond movies, 'Nobody does it better'.”
He chuckled and grinned, “Ain't that the truth!”
*
Chuck held his hand out to Sarah.
She took it, “I love you.”
Chuck gasped, “You know that I love you.”
“From the moment you fell. And just so you'll be sure,” she whispered in his ear, “My real name.”
He smiled tenderly and cupped her face, “No shadows.”
“Never again, not now, not in private.”
Chuck surprised Sarah by sweeping her up into his arms and carrying her to the bed.
*
Coda - the next Christmas. A private bay north of Auckland, New Zealand, facing the Pacific. Two houses down a dirt track, overlooking a good slice of beach, dunes and a sheltered cove. Four people living under new identities who once used to be called John, Chuck, Sarah and Myfanwy. In the small nearby town, a thriving computer, cake and coffee shop, run by four people working happily together.
***