Title:
Foul Play
Series: Wind & Rain - part VIII
Author:
Barb Marx
Pairing: Ezra/OFC /Seven
Universe: ATF
Archive:
http://het_oasis.tripod.com/hot4het.html
(adult pages)
Summary: no summary this time
Open fandom: Yes (Please ask if you wish to play.)
Rating: PG a little language warning
Disclaimer: The M7 characters are owned by Trilogy, MGM and Mirisch, No copyright infringement was intended. For sheer entertainment
Warning: The following Chapter
contains elements of a 'very rough, sexual situation'!
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Foul
Play
Ezra and Adrian looked at each other, neither one quite believing what the other was seeing.
The sound of a throat clearing brought them back to reality.
"Standish? What the hell happened to you?" Travis almost yelled at his undercover agent.
Orin was amazed at the identical reactions he received from his new secretary and his agent. Both of their spines straightened and hands clenched. His eyebrows rose and, while he wouldn’t swear to it, he thought he heard Adrian growl softly. The sound chilled him to the bone.
Fascinated in spite of himself, Travis watched the fury cross Ezra’s face, only to disappear behind what team seven called his ‘poker face’. Realising that he was about to be the recipient of two equally scathing retorts the AD decided to work quickly to defuse the impending explosion.
Having witnessed Ezra’s full-scale verbal takedowns before, he didn’t want to be the object of one now.
In Adrian’s case, he didn’t think that it would be a very good idea to piss off his new secretary before she had even worked for him one day.
"Ezra, what happened? Since you are here and not in the hospital, I can assume that you’re not seriously injured," Travis said in a calm tone.
Ezra nodded to the AD, his mind clearly somewhere else. He wanted answers. Foremost in his mind was why his lover was in Denver, and in Travis’ office. He wanted to know what the hell was going on around here.
Adrian was conflicted as well, she wanted to light into Travis for yelling at Ezra on the one hand, and on the other, she wanted nothing more than to rush over to her lover and take him into her arms. She did nothing however, except try to control her breathing.
"Come into my office and we’ll get the debriefing over with," the AD told the undercover man.
'Damn! Now what?' Adrian thought. Did Travis need her steno skills? She was trained as a Court Reporter and could take notes verbatim with 100% accuracy, but was she needed. She didn’t have clearance yet. She wasn’t sure what the procedure was in cases such as this. Would Ezra even want her there? Damn it! What was expected of her? Taking a big breath she asked, "Excuse me, Mr. Travis, do you require me to sit in and take notes?"
Ezra’s head snapped in her direction and he looked at Adrian puzzled. ‘What the hell is going in here?’ Frustrated beyond anything, he was about to go up to his lady and demand some explanations.
Again Travis intervened. "You take dictation?" he asked surprised.
Standing up tall the hazel-eyed woman replied, "Yes, Sir. Before I worked for the ‘firm’ I spent a few years as a Court Reporter. I can take dictation at 100 words per minute in shorthand and 200 words per minute if I have a stenotype machine."
Travis was impressed with this newly discovered skill. He looked at Ezra and could see the quiet pride in his eyes. This wasn’t new information for his agent. 'Well, two can play at that game,' he thought ‘I, too, know something that you don’t.’ A wicked thought flashed into his mind. "Mr. Standish do you object if Miss Delaney, my new secretary, sits in on your debriefing? It would save some time later when it has to be written up."
Ezra looked unsure for a second. He slowly looked at Adrian and tilted his head.
Adrian rapidly spoke, "Got a new job, will explain later, trust me!" this was said in Gaelic.
"I do. I expect it's an interesting tale," came the equally quick reply in the same ancient tongue
Adrian turned slightly so that Travis wouldn't see her face and threw Standish a saucy wink.
A slight quirk of the southerner's lips was the only indication that he was amused.
Travis watched the interplay between the two young people and was reminded of his own early relationship with his beloved wife
Turning towards his superior the green-eyed agent commented, "Ah have no objections to havin’ our debriefing recorded."
"Good, lets get this over with," Travis nodded.
While the southerner explained what occurred and answered any and all questions, Travis watched his new assistant. She never interrupted, never seemed to lag behind. What impressed him most, was that she never let her emotions show. The only indication that she was at all affected by what Ezra had to say, was the tight grip on her pen and the slight furrow between her eyes.
Ezra was getting more and more agitated during his recitation. His usual meticulous tone was missing. His soft southern accent was strengthening and his words were becoming, as he would say, more common.
Both Travis and Adrian grew concerned with the anger seeping into the usually smooth southern tones.
Travis sighed. This whole situation was such a 'fuck up' it wasn’t funny. By the sounds of it his agent did everything right, yet, everything went wrong. The final indignity came with being roughed up by other agents, even after identifying himself.
Looking at his man, he marveled once again at the self-control Standish exhibited. Had Orin been in the same situation, he probably would have shot the incompetent DEA agents.
For her part, Adrian was livid. Only her tenuous position as a new employee and the desire not to embarrass her man, kept her from hunting down the ‘bastards’ that messed up Ezra’s assignment. The Canadian had never known fury such as this before. Usually very slow to anger, Adrian generally avoided confrontations whenever possible. Her friends all call her the ‘Peacekeeper’, for her ability to smooth over any and all arguments between them. Now, sitting here in this office, listening to the man that she loved tell of having been beaten by people sworn to protect, Adrian was slowly being consumed alive.
Ezra looked over at Adrian and could practically feel her rage. It felt good! Her anger matched his own and he wanted nothing more than to drag his lover somewhere private. Where their fire, and lust, could consume each other and make them one.
Angry, hurt, and aroused... those thoughts and feelings continued to swirl around the undercover agent’s mind. Summoning the last bit of control, he quickly wrapped up his report.
Travis sensed that his agent was at the end of his rope. While his ‘poker face’ was still in place, for the first time ever, his eyes were no longer shuttered. The fury in them took his breath away.
Orin was extremely grateful that he hadn’t said anything to set the man off. "I think I have everything I need," the AD commented. It was a rare pleasure not having to take notes. Standing up and stretching he looked towards his secretary and asked, "Miss Delaney? How long will it take you to type up the report?"
Adrian flipped through the pages of shorthand and immediately came up with her answer. "Two hours, if I’m not disturbed. When do you need it by?"
While they were speaking Ezra paced the office. Travis noted the peculiar behaviour and came to a quick decision. "Considering you don’t have computer clearance, not to mention the fact that your aren’t yet employed by the ATF, why don’t we say Tuesday. That way I can have the paperwork ready for you to fill out, and then Debbie, down in Administration, can guide you through the intricacies of the computer system and other machinery."
Adrian nodded. "I can probably type this up this weekend and bring it in on disk."
Travis nodded; he knew where she would be getting access to a computer. "That sounds good. Agent Standish, I’m giving you a weeks leave. I expect you to hand in your report by Monday. I don’t want to see you until the following week. Understood?" Orin briefly wondered how the undercover man would take being separated from his woman for the week, but was pleasantly surprised at the positive response.
"Thank you, sir, Ah’ll be sure to have my report in your office, Monday morning," Standish replied. He was glad to have the time off. He didn’t think he could stand to be in the office for a while. He was a bit disappointed that he couldn’t spend the entire week with Adrian sequestered in his condo but could handle the fact that she would be home every night. ‘Home’ yes, Adrian was home, and he would do everything in his power to keep her there.
The Canadian woman stood up as well and made for the door. "I’ll just go back out and turn the phone back on."
"That won't be necessary, Miss Delaney. Since you aren't technically on the payroll I can't keep you chained to your desk yet. So I will see you on Monday bright and early," Travis smiled at his new secretary.
Adrian laughed. "Thank you, Sir, I appreciate that."
Travis led them out of his office and right into Larabee, who had been waiting for them to finish.
"Ah, Chris, just the man I wanted to see," Orin smiled at his senior agent and ushered him towards his office.
Chris tried to protest and resist the AD’s movement so that he could talk to Standish. He could see how terrible his agent looked, and wanted to ask him what happened.
Ezra, for his part, wanted nothing more than to leave. He quickly moved to the main door and waited for Adrian to catch up.
Delaney looked at Chris and smiled. Barely moving her lips she whispered, "I’ll take care of him."
Chris had no choice but to nod and follow Travis into his office. He wasn’t happy with this outcome and would demand an explanation from his boss.
***
Ezra led Adrian to the elevators. They didn’t speak. Both of them were still attempting to assimilate everything that occurred during the past couple of hours.
Upon arriving at the parkade, they stood in front of the Jag.
Ezra cursed. "Damn it, Ah can’t shift with my shoulder strapped," with that he handed Adrian the keys and moved aside so that she could open the doors.
"Wait, Ezra. I don’t know how to drive a standard," the brunette said as she stared at the car.
"Fine, I’ll call a cab," Ezra hunted for his cell phone, all the while cursing under his breath.
Adrian looked around the parking lot. A slow wicked smile forming on her lips as she spied the object of their salvation. "Ezra? Do you know how to hotwire a truck?" she asked.
Ezra looked at his lover strangely "Yes, why?"
"Because we’re taking Buck’s," she answered serenely.
"Why do we want to take Mr. Wilmington’s truck?" came his hesitant reply.
"I’ll explain when we’re on the road. Can you or can’t you hotwire that…that thing?" she challenged her lover.
"Of course I can hotwire this vehicle." Grinning, Ezra took up the challenge.
The southerner reached into his inside jacket pocket and removed a small leather case. Held securely within were several lock picks. Walking over to the ladies’ man’s truck, Ezra tried the door first. It opened and Adrian giggled at the smirk that appeared. "One obstacle out of the way."
Adrian observed, fascinated. She loved watching Ezra’s hands. Graceful and fluid, they were the objects of many a dream. As Ezra started working on the ignition, she thought she should feel guilty for taking Buck’s truck but the evil part of Adrian’s mind said it was suitable payback.
Finally the truck’s engine turned over. "Brilliant! Scootch over, I’ll drive," Adrian motioned for Ezra to move over.
"Do you know where you’re going?" he asked.
Adrian stopped herself from snapping at the man that, ‘of course she knew where she was going.’ Usually she had a great sense of direction, but with this morning's upheaval, she had to admit that she didn’t have a clue as to where her hotel was, in relation to the federal building. Sighing, she replied, "no, I don’t know where to go. I’m staying at the Denver Four Seasons.
Ezra nodded, all the while thinking that it must have hurt for his lady to admit that she didn’t know that information. He was smart enough not to tell her so. He moved out of the way and motioned her to enter the truck first, admiring the fluid motion of her behind as she crawled over the seat.
Glad that Buck’s vehicle was an automatic, Ezra was easily able to maneuver the truck one handed.
Once on the road, he broached the subject that had been on his mind since he first spied Adrian in the AD’s office. "Why are you heah and how on earth did you become Travis’ secretary?"
Adrian’s mind sped into overdrive, trying to figure how to explain everything that occurred up until this moment. The truth was the only option. "A lot has been happening while you’ve been undercover."
The hazel-eyed woman proceeded to explain about quitting her job, her chats with the terrible trio. She told of how the three men worked behind her back along with the some of the ladies in the building to position both herself and Mr. Travis, where they wanted them. All the lies and manipulations that occurred. As she explained everything her agitation increased. Adrian even told Ezra how she yelled at the 'assholes' from the FBI. Finally, she finished her tale and just sat quietly and waited for Ezra’s response.
Stunned would have been an understatement. Flabbergasted, amazed and finally angry were emotions that worked their way through his system. Latching onto anger he nursed and tended the flames until they were red hot. How dare his co-workers interfere with his life! They had no right! His relationship with Adrian was just that, his! The southerner’s hand gripped the wheel tighter. He now understood why his love wanted to take Buck’s truck. He had an irrational urge to leave the truck in Purgatory with a sign on it saying, 'Steal Me.'
Just as his anger was burning steadily again, they arrived at the hotel. Parking, the undercover agent escorted Adrian through the lobby and to her room.
***
"Damn!" Nathan slammed down the phone and shot out of his chair. His startled teammates watched in awe at the anger and fear on his face.
"Nathan? What’s wrong?" Josiah asked.
"It’s Ezra!" Nathan took a deep breath. "I was worried about his behaviour and decided to call Denver General. I wanted to know what Ez was given and exactly what his condition is."
"So whatcha find out, Nate?" Vin asked. Having heard from Josiah and Nathan about Ez’ weird mood, he was concerned as well.
"Partial dislocated shoulder. Which is not too serious, just inflamed and painful. He will wear a sling for a few days, week tops. Lots of bruises and a slight bump on the back of his head."
"Well, none of that would have caused his wacky behaviour," Buck commented.
"You’re right. But while he was there, an intern gave Ezra a new painkiller," the medic replied.
"Yeah? What’s it called?" the tall man asked.
"Do you really care what it’s called?" Nathan grinned at them. "It’s not as if you’ll remember anyway."
Buck grinned back unabashed, "Nah, it don’t matter none, Nate."
"Brother, if it’s just a painkiller, what’s the problem?" the ex-preacher asked.
"It’s a good painkiller but it has a few side effects. One of which is a possible increase in anger and aggression," Nathan said looking at his best friend.
Josiah’s look spoke volumes. "Shit! Just like Ezra’s been exhibiting."
"Adrian…" was the only thing Vin said.
Josiah blanched and leapt to his feet, intent on getting to Travis’ office before 'his boy' could do something to hurt 'his girl'.
The rest of the team rushed after the profiler. Just as they were about to take the stairs, thinking it would be quicker, Chris exited the elevator.
"What’s going on?" the blond asked.
"Gotta stop Ez!" JD said in a rush.
"They’re gone," Chris replied looking at his men quizzically.
"When?" Nathan all but shouted to his boss.
Larabee looked at his watch, "bout an hour ago. Why?"
"Shit! We have to find him," Buck hollered.
"Freeze!" Team 7’s leader barked, stopping his men in their tracks. "Before you go doing something stupid, one of you is going to explain what you’re yammering about."
"We told you that Ezra was acting real strange. Well, I called the hospital and they told me that he was given a painkiller, one that could cause anger and aggression. He could be dangerous," Nathan explained quickly.
"Goddamn it! What else could get screwed up today? Travis gave Ezra and Adrian the day off. Orin told me that Standish was angry, enraged really, and thought it best if he went home. From what I witnessed as they were leaving, I would say there could be trouble." Chris ran his hands through his hair. "Come on, let’s go. They probably went to Adrian’s hotel to get her bags. Maybe we can catch them there? Make sure that Adrian’s alright."
"Ezra would never forgive himself if he hurt her," Vin commented.
The six men piled into the elevator and went directly down to the parkade. Larabee quickly phoned Travis to let him know that was happening.
As they approached their cars, the men stopped as one. Mouths agape, they could only stare. There, in its usual spot, was Standish’ Jag, but missing from its spot, was Buck’s truck.
"What the fuck?" was the surveillance man’s first response, "JD give me your cell phone so’s I can call the cops."
"Brother, don’t you think it strange that thieves would steal your old truck and leave a Jag behind?" Josiah delicately pointed out. The big man was hard pressed to keep from giggling. The irony of the situation was not lost on him.
Buck’s eye’s narrowed and he started cursing. "Why the hell would he take my truck?"
"His shoulder. He can’t shift," Nathan reasoned.
Vin broke down and started laughing. He couldn’t help it. "Bet Adrian told him to take it." He started leaning against JD to keep from falling over.
JD looked from Vin to Buck and back again. Slowly he started to grin. "Do you think that’s the worst of the revenge we’ll see?"
"Don’t count on it," Josiah commented smiling from ear to ear.
"Knock it off!" Chris snarled. "We still have to find Ezra and Adrian before something happens."
Instantly sobered, the six men headed towards the remaining vehicles. JD rode with Josiah and Nathan, while Buck went off with Larabee and Tanner.
Before they left, the team leader barked orders, "Sanchez, you three head towards the hotel. We’ll head to Ezra’s. Keep your cell on and let me know what you find."
***
As Adrian fumbled with the key and door, Ezra stood behind her, lost in the image of his vivacious lover. He was overwhelmed by the raw emotions coursing through his veins. The anger burning inside him was focused, yet, so too, was the uncontrollable lust in his heart. As the entrance finally cleared, the southerner pushed his ladylove into the room and slammed the door shut behind them.
The brunette was clearly surprised. She turned quickly to see what was the matter. There stood her man, tearing the sling from his arm and advancing on her, carnal hunger in his eyes.
All rational thought had fled his brain. Ezra was finally alone with the object of his desire and he intended to have her... right here and right now. Taking her shoulders in his hands he pressed her tightly against the wall.
"Ezra… What are you…"
With a spark of hunger unparalleled, the undercover agent laid claim to her mouth in a powerful kiss, his tongue forcing its way past her lips.
Momentarily stunned, Adrian's mind tried to process the advance while her emotions struggled to catch up. As his mouth continued its ravishing, the woman's own passions slowly began to ignite; the day's stress and tension fuelling her own fire.
Standish began to claw at the woman's clothes. His hands hastily removed her jacket, but his fingers and her blouse buttons weren't co-operating as readily. The hungry man quickly becoming impatient and a fervent growl erupted at the back of his throat. He tore open her top, revealing bra-clad breasts to roving hands.
Adrian was shocked. The lecherous behaviour wasn't his norm. ‘Where is my gentle lover… the man who worships my body?’ Even his teasing persona was gone, the man who could bring her to climax with just his mouth and an ice cube…
All Adrian could sense now was the aggression. Pure lust drove him as he devoured her contours, creating waves of unbridled desire in her heart. She knew Ezra would never hurt her and she hoped he was cognisant enough to stop if she asked him to. Question was…did she REALLY want him to?
Ezra continued his invasion. He was a man driven, and those cravings furthered his urgent need to rid her of her garments. Soon, all that remained were her panties, while he stood there still fully clothed. That didn't last long. Continuing to use his body mass to keep the brunette in place, he disrobed, yet sustained his plundering.
His mouth was wanton and heavy. Unaccustomed with the pace, yet, wanting to keep up, Adrian was barely able to stand from the lack of oxygen availed her by his persistent kisses.
Assorted clothing lay spread throughout the room. Ezra, finally left only in his boxers, stepped back and swept Adrian into his arms.
Surprised at the quick movements, the brunette was even more amazed that Ezra's shoulder showed no signs of pain or even discomfort. The thoughts quickly vanished as the southerner stalked towards the bed and set her down. The lustful look on her face was none too subtle. She wanted this. She wanted to feel his strength as he took her within his powerful grasp and had his way with her. Her head shook slightly at the salacious thoughts. This was wrong… yet so right!
As Adrian reached for him, Standish grabbed her forearms. Pushing her hands above her head, he crawled atop his prize. He never said a word, but simply stared, his eyes bright, almost feverish.
Unsure of his wild look, Adrian tested the restraining hands that held her. He was strong.
Flashes of memory came to her. The self-defense classes Vin, Ezra and Kate taught were strong and vivid images in her consciousness. Like all the other girls in the office, she'd wondered, at the time, if she would ever use them. For a brief moment, she considered if she could truly stop Standish if she wanted too. But the fire in her soul washed the lingering doubt away. Ezra wasn't acting like himself, but he was still the man of her dreams. Today had just been too much, for both of them. The overpowering need in him fuelled her desire and Adrian didn't want to stop.
Transferring both of the lady's hands to one of his, Ezra allowed his freed limb to roam her flesh. She squirmed under his manipulation and he grew even more aroused. When the exploring fingers discovered her panties, the southerner growled wearily. Without thought, he gave a sharp tug, tearing the material from her body.
The sound of fabric ripping roused animalistic urges Adrian didn't know she had. The taut material seared her flesh before giving way, and for the first time, the brunette reacted defensively. She wrenched her arms from Ezra's grip so strongly that flailing, one of them hitting the lamp on the side table, sending it to smashing to the ground.
Standish barely noticed the crash, instead his entire being seemed focused on the fact that his hands were now free to touch. Still pressed with urgency, his fingers settled at her breasts, taunting and squeezing as they worked her supple mounds.
The unusual treatment was both rough and arousing to the brunette. She cried out at his handling, yet her voice slowly transformed into deep moans as her own hands kneaded Ezra's back, trying to get some purchase.
Standish continued his unrelenting attack on her mouth, barely allowing either of them, a chance to breathe. His lips finally left hers, kissing their way to her neck. His strong suction latched on to the juncture of her neck and shoulder, leaving a mark that would eventually bruise. His desire was growing stronger and he growled at his lover.
Leaving her breasts, Ezra's sensitive fingers trailed over her ribs to find the supple flesh of her hips. His hands tightened into a crushing grip as his mind drifted to the pleasures still to come.
The manipulations on her body showed none of the usual signs of their lovemaking. Adrian's thoughts were all a blur as she wondered what was really going on. This wasn't making love. It was too 'down and dirty' for that appellation. This was sex at it's most basic. A small part of her was surprised, and a little worried, yet another side of her wanted to continue.
Ten minutes previous, Adrian had been a rational thinking woman. Now she was caught up in the throngs of carnal pleasures. She was all animal, and the man above her was the mate she desired. She all but growled as she felt Standish suck hard at her breast. Her mind registered the mark it would leave in the days to come, but her heart didn't care right now.
Ezra was in his element. This was his woman and he was ready prove that fact to the world. No one was going to take her away. As his mouth continued its 'foray', a knee rose between her legs, spreading them apart. He positioned himself and, only moments later, drove into her with one mighty thrust.
Adrian arched at the unexpected intrusion. She was more than ready for his entrance, yet slightly taken aback at his sudden movement. Ezra was usually a most considerate lover and normally gave subtle indication before their coupling. His lack of forewarning was mentally surprising, yet remarkably stimulating, physically.
Once completely within her warmth, Ezra immediately began his rutting. This too, Adrian found extremely unusual, completely out-of-character for her normally gentle, caring lover. After the first few thrusts, her body began to relax into his rhythm, her clit gaining stimulation from his pounding.
Hidden in the recesses of all men's minds can be found the basic primitive urges that make them, who they are. It's sometimes called the reptile brain. These impulses reigned in Ezra's mind. His powerful thrusts increased… impending release foremost in his mind. Long gone were any cognisant thoughts of the woman that lay beneath him.
Adrian lay helpless against the strength of the man towering above her. She was well aware of his need, yet, unbeknownst to him; this whole situation was driving her wild. His animalistic approach wasn't one she'd like to entertain everyday, but for now, the sensations visiting her body were explicit. His attitude was sexually thrilling. The man of her dreams was 'taking' her and that simple fact excited her beyond imagination. His physical prowess was alluring and each powerful thrust sent shock waves of pleasure through her body. Very quickly, she approached her orgasm. Wonderful sensations blinding her to all but that urgent need.
Incredibly, the couple reached orgasm at the very same time. Ezra coming with a roar, thrusting erratically as he shot his seed deep with his mate.
Adrian's orgasm hit hard and she bit into Ezra's shoulder to silence her scream. Her hands clawed at his back, leaving numerous, wicked welts and scratches, in their wake.
Standish collapsed in a sweaty heap beside his partner. They lay there for quite some time, side by side, panting and exhausted.
After a few minutes Ezra calmed down enough to start thinking. Remorse and guilt were forefront in his mind. ‘What the hell have I done?’
Adrian was a little stunned as well. ‘What just happened here?’ Reaching towards Ezra, she drew her hand back when he rolled off the bed and started getting dressed.
Sighing, Adrian got up and started looking for her clothes. She missed the panicked, guilt-ridden look that flashed in Ezra’s eyes as he observed her bruised body.
As she dressed, she rummaged through her suitcase looking for a new pair of panties, finding them she put them on. The ruined ones she shoved in a pocket of the case, not wanting to leave them behind for the maid to find. The blouse was a write off as well, but this she just threw in the wastebasket
Soon she was dressed and packed. Ezra grabbed one of her cases and walked out the door where he waited for her in the hallway. He wanted to get as far away from the room as possible.
Looking around the room, Adrian shook her head at the destruction they had caused. Turning out the light, she followed Ezra out the door.
***
Adrian and Ezra headed towards Buck’s truck. Throwing her bags in the back, Adrian crawled into the driver’s seat. The brunette looked over to her lover worried about how quiet he’d been since they left the room. "We need to talk."
Ezra blushed. He couldn’t believe his behaviour in hotel room. He practically raped his lady. He was mortified. He didn’t know what to say to her. He had never behaved this way before. Ever!
The green-eyed man opened his mouth to apologise, but before he could utter a sound, Adrian interrupted him.
"Don’t you dare apologise," she growled at him. The Canadian could feel his remorse and knew if she didn’t say something to refute his line of thinking he would start to pull away from her. Which was the last thing she wanted. Acting quickly, she pulled the truck over to the side of the road. "Ezra, look at me. I could have stopped you if I didn’t like what you were doing. All it would have taken was for me to put enough pressure against your shoulder and you would have felt my displeasure. You, Vin and Kate taught us what to do. I remember every lesson and have taken other classes while I was at home. It wouldn’t matter what drugs they gave you, not being able to use your arm would have put a damper on your arousal."
Adrian watched Ezra very closely. She could see him absorb her words and analyse the veracity of her statements. Slowly, understanding and acceptance dawned in his green eyes.
"I wanted it as much as you did. That had to have been the most mind blowing sex I’ve ever experienced," Adrian confessed in a whisper.
Shocked, Ezra’s eyes widened and he studied the beloved face before him. "It shouldn’t have happened. Adrian, I hurt you. I saw the bruises the mark on your breast." He reached out to touch her arm but thought better of it.
"Yes, I have some bruises, but so do you. Haven’t you felt the welts on your back or the bite on your shoulder?" She couldn’t help but smile.
The expression on the southerner’s face was priceless. He was surprised and a little shocked. It was like he was just now feeling the scratches on his back and his hand reached up to his shoulder where he touched the bite mark, grimacing when he registered the pain. "When did this happen?"
Adrian sobered and started to blush, "When I came."
The green-eyed man nodded in understanding. His keen mind seemed to be working again as he reviewed the events at the hotel. The sex was rough and hard and fast, but he also remembered that his lover attained release at the same time he did.
"I…" Ezra was still at a loss for words. He thanked whatever higher power was in charge that Adrian experienced some pleasure. He also remembered the lessons that Vin, Kate and himself gave the women of the office in self-defense. The Canadian had been in town at the same time and joined in. She did indeed know how to take him out if she had wanted to.
"Are you ok now?" Adrian asked still concerned over his state of mind.
"Ah will be, darlin', Ah will be," was the Ezra’s only reply. He reached out and finally touched Adrian’s face.
She leaned into his caress and turned to kiss his hand. They sat like that for a moment, just enjoying the quiet and the feel of each other.
***
Josiah, Nathan and JD arrived at the hotel in record time. The three agents made a beeline for Adrian’s room.
Upon arrival they found a maid to let them in when no one answered. They could only stare at the destruction in dismay. JD walked over to the lamp broken on the floor. Picking up a shard he looked at his companions, a trace of fear in his eye.
Nathan checked the bathroom looking for evidence that someone might have been hurt and tried to clean themselves up. He was relieved to find no evidence of an injury. Going back into the main room, he looked at Josiah, "Everything’s fine in the bathroom."
Josiah nodded and returned his attention to the object in his hand.
"Whatcha got there ‘siah?" JD asked only to gasp when he saw what the profiler held up.
"It’s Adrian’s blouse," he said holding it up for both men to see. The silk top was ripped in several places. The ruined article of clothing was a blaring testament that Ezra had got physical with Adrian. The profiler didn’t know who to be angry with. The intern that administered the drugs and allowed his ‘son’ to leave the hospital, the DEA for injuring his boy in the first place, or Ezra who was reacting badly to the drugs and may have hurt his true love. "Damn it! Where are they now?"
Nathan patted his best friend on the back, understanding the conflict he was going through. Grabbing his cell phone he called his leader, "Chris? Nathan… Yeah, we’re at the hotel… No, they aren’t here but they were. Place is a mess. What do you want us to do now?" Nathan listened patiently, nodding a few times. "Okay, Chris, we’ll head back to the office and pick up our cars. Let us know what you find? Okay bye."
"So what did he say, Nate?" JD asked.
"Just what you’d expect. They haven’t made it to Ezra’s yet. Got stuck in traffic. Apparently the whole city is coming to a stand still because of an accident on the causeway. We’re to head for the office and pick up our cars and go home," Nathan replied waiting for the explosion that was bound to follow.
"NO! I can’t go home until I find out if they’re all right." Josiah was adamant in his refusal.
"Why don’t we go to the saloon and wait for the others to contact us there," JD suggested hoping to calm Josiah down.
Nathan quickly jumped at that idea, "Sounds like a good plan, JD. We’ll grab something to eat and wait for word. If the others need us we’re closer to Ez’s that way."
Josiah looked at his friends, smiling for the first time since they discovered the destruction in the room. "Very good, Brothers! Let’s go, it might take us a while to get to Inez’. I hear a beer with my name on it calling out to me."
***
Vin and Buck anxiously watched Chris as he spoke to Nathan. The two men could feel the tension rise as Larabee listened to whatever the medic had to report.
Looking expectantly at Larabee, Vin and Buck motioned him to give up the information he had.
"Well they were there. Left the place a mess. I have a feeling they’re not telling me everything," the blond confessed.
Buck swore, "Damn it! Maybe they’re stuck in this snarl as well."
"We can hope, Bucklin," was all the sharpshooter could say.
***
Adrian finally parked the truck in the southerner's driveway. It took all of Ezra’s skill to navigate them through the traffic jam. Last thing they heard was that all the major routes were at a stand still.
Stretching to try to work out some of the stiffness, she blushed remembering how she got sore in the first place.
Delaney walked around to Ezra’s side and helped him grab her bags. "Come on, there’s a tub upstairs with our name on it," Making short work of the front door, Adrian coaxed her lover to follow her.
"That sounds heavenly," the southerner replied watching his lady walk into the condo. Marveling once again, that she was really here and didn’t hate him.
Adrian kicked off her shoes and hung up her coat. "Just put that bag down, babe and get out of those clothes," she called over her shoulder as she walked towards the bathroom.
"Ah hear and obey," the green-eyed man smiled his dimples making an appearance the first time that afternoon.
"Oh? I’ll have to remember that," the brunette purred.
Adrian looked around the bathroom and started going through the cupboards. "Yes!" she grinned, as she grabbed the scented bath oil. She was pleased when she found the massage lotion she'd bought the last time she was in Denver. Plans started forming and soon she was quietly humming to herself as she started the bath and puttered around the room.
Ezra had removed his clothes and dropped them into the hamper in his closet. He almost threw them away knowing he would never be able to wear them again without remembering what had occurred at the hotel. He thought better of it, deciding instead to have the suit cleaned and then donate it to one of Mr. Tanner’s charities.
Not bothering to put any clothes on he walked into the bathroom and stood at the door observing Adrian as she puttered. She too had removed her clothes and wore nothing but a towel. He cleared his throat to get her attention.
Adrian turned around and lost her grip on her towel. He gasped as he took in the damage he had caused his love. The bruises stood out against her porcelain skin. He started shaking and was about to leave the room.
Seeing his reaction, she quickly walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "I’m alright. It’s over," her words and the contact with her skin causing Ezra to relax.
Adrian soon was directing him to the tub. She got in first and then motioned for Ezra to sit in front of her. She winced as once again, she saw the scratches she put on his back. As the southerner leaned against his lady, he luxuriated in the feel of her against his skin. The hot water and the scent of the bath oil wrapped themselves around his senses.
Grabbing a bar of soap, Adrian started to lather up the southerner’s torso, using long sensuous strokes. Soon her green-eyed man was purring like a cat. She couldn’t help but chuckle. She worked on his arms and gently pushed him forward so that she could start on his back. Gently running her fingers over him, taking care not to cause any pain.
While he was bent forward she made quick work of washing her self and once finished she leaned him back into her arms again. They stayed in that position until the water started to cool.
Not wanting Adrian to catch a chill, the southerner reluctantly started to get out of the tub. The hazel-eyed woman protesting, until Standish bent down and gave her a gentle but searing kiss. A promise of things to come.
Wrapping each other in fluffy towels they walked into the bedroom. Ezra wandered around the room lighting as many candles as he could, while Adrian turned down the bed.
Finally finished, he faced his soul mate and was suddenly unsure how to proceed.
Seeing his indecision the young woman took his hand and led him to the bed. "Lie on your stomach," she whispered. "Go on, I won’t bite." She waited to see what his reaction to her joke would be, hoping that he would see the humour in her comment.
He froze, then turned to look at the woman behind him. Seeing the twinkle in her eye he started to grin. The smile gradually growing until his dimples and gold tooth were visible. Adrian responded with a grin of her own.
Ezra dropped his towel and settled himself on the bed. He was soon joined by an equally naked hazel-eyed temptress. Adrian straddled his thighs and poured some scented lotion onto his back. "Does it hurt your scratches?" she whispered.
"A little, but don’t you dare stop," he replied firmly.
So, with gentle, but firm pressure, she started to massage her lover’s muscles. Soon, she had a puddle of purring southerner completely under her thrall.
Not able to stand it any more, Adrian bent over and kissed his spine until she reached the nape of his neck. She started to nuzzle, and occasionally licked it. Ezra’s purrs changed to low growls. Thrilled at this response, Adrian increased her movements, her breasts frequently grazing his skin causing a tingling sensation to grow in the pit of her stomach.
Ezra could feel Adrian’s arousal as heat pouring from her centre. He too was aroused almost to the point of pain. He slowly started to turn over until he was lying on his back, his woman still straddling his thighs. His erection like a flag pole between them.
Consciously ignoring the visible sign of her man’s arousal, she continued to massage his shoulders and chest, paying close attention to his nipples, but making sure not to put any pressure on his sore shoulder or touch the bite mark.
He ached to touch her and create the same exquisite feelings for her that she was creating for him. He couldn’t take the chance of hurting his nymph again. He never would forgive himself a second time if he caused her pain.
Seeing the hesitation on Ezra’s face, and watching his hands hover close to her skin, but never touch, she decided to make his decision for him. Taking his left hand in hers, she lifted until it came in contact with her right breast. She held it there until his fingers uncurled and he gently took its weight in his hand. Sighing in contentment, she smiled at the man beneath her and nodded. "Please."
That one word released all of Ezra’s tension and apprehension. The lust in Adrian’s eyes and feeling her skin respond to his touch made his heart sing. His thumb brushed against her nipple and she arched into the touch. The southerner lifted his other hand up to her lonely breast and rubbed his thumb over it. Drawing her down towards him he soon replaced his right hand with his mouth. Gently suckling and laving the distended nipple until his nymph was quivering in his arms. Moving to the other one he lavished the same attention to it as he had to its twin.
This was her love, the man who stole her heart. Adrian responded as if her body was created just for him.
Before either one was aware, they had reversed positions. The southerner was lying between Adrian’s legs his head nestled between her breasts. Ezra soon kissed and nibbled his way up to her neck stopping to rest his lips at the fluttering pulse point at its juncture. Marveling at this woman beneath him, he started worshipping her with his hands and mouth all the while whispering words of endearment in Gaelic.
By no means passive, Adrian allowed her hands free reign. She stroked her lover’s back and wrapped her legs around his pulling him closer to her.
"God, Ezra! Please!" Her whole body was on fire. "Please, I want you."
Ezra looked into his love’s eyes and reared back, he moved himself into position and slowly entered. He watched for any indication of pain, discomfort… fear. Seeing nothing, he continued to move. Finally, he was fully ensconced within her warm, slick folds. He stilled all movement until Adrian was used to him.
Adrian was in heaven. The man that she loved, and yes she could finally admit it to herself was inside her filling her with his very essence. Rolling her hips she tried to encourage Ezra to move.
Feeling Adrian’s readiness, the southerner started a slow but steady rhythm. He was intent on giving Adrian as much pleasure as he could. With one thrust he twisted due to his shoulder almost giving out. At the same time Adrian arched her body and gasped, "Oh, god! What was that?"
Ezra’s analytical mind kicked in, a slow grin formed as he had an idea just what ‘that’ was. He twisted his body again on the next thrust and was rewarded with a low keen from his nymph. ‘Yes!’ he tried it again and once again Adrian responded. Striking up a steady rhythm he continued to add the twist to hit, what Ezra surmised, was her G spot.
Adrian was on fire. What was happening to her? She had never felt this before, it was like she was dying and exploding with every thrust. She clutched at his back desperately trying to hang on.
Ezra could sense that she was close, he started to speed up so that he could join her as she crossed the abyss. Soon his motions became a little erratic as his own orgasm was pending. He still managed to twist with every thrust but he was barely able to control himself. Finally Adrian started to keen, she got louder the closer she got to the peak until she tumbled over, dragging Ezra with her.
The southerner almost panicked as he watched his love’s eyes roll back and her lid’s flutter closed. He called out to her, gently stroking her cheek until he saw that she was once again back with him.
Adrian felt the darkness summoning her as she tumbled into the most spectacular orgasm she ever had. It was only Ezra calling to her that kept her from passing out.
Relieved, he rained kisses on her face. As soon as she recovered enough to acknowledge him he kissed her gently. "How are you?"
The young woman looked at her lover and tried to remember how to talk. Finally she was able to think clearly enough to answer; "I’m fine... better than fine. What on earth was that?"
"Ah believe that was what’s called a G spot orgasm," the green-eyed man replied, rather smugly. He was inordinately pleased with himself and his satisfaction crept into his speech.
Stunned, Adrian gaped at him for a moment and then started to giggle, "Imp! You’re rather pleased with yourself aren’t you?"
Smirking he replied, "Ah can’t help it if I’m good."
Adrian giggled at the absurdity of the statement; she couldn’t help her self. She thanked the gods that her lover was back with her, and that his sense of humour was reasserting itself.
The southerner’s laughter joined hers, and he rejoiced in the twinkle shining in his loves incredible hazel eyes.
Eventually they calmed and Ezra gently attempted to disengage himself from her grasp.
"What are you doing?" she asked, slightly panicked that she said or done something wrong.
"Hush, Ah'm just going to get a washcloth to clean ourselves up with." Giving his nymph a quick kiss, he slipped out of bed, and hurried to the en suite. After washing himself, he returned quickly and spent a pleasurable moment taking care of Adrian. When he was done he climbed back in and settled himself around his love.
Sated, the two lovers drifted off to sleep.
***
Something woke Adrian from a sound sleep. She looked at the man in her arms thinking that maybe he had awoken her. No, he was sleeping quite content, a little grin still on his face. 'Smug so and so' Smiling at the thought that she will never live this down.
There was that sound again. The front door closing. ‘Oh my god, someone’s in the condo!’ Not wanting to wake Ezra, she slipped out of the bed leaving Ezra on his stomach. She covered his behind with the sheet and looked around the room for something to arm herself with. Momentarily considering the derringer he kept in the side table, but knew deep down that unless the intruder threatened Ezra’s life, she couldn’t use it.
She was about to leave the bedroom when she realised that she wasn’t dressed. Shaking her head she quickly grabbed her robe and slipped it on. Walking into the hall she glided silently into the spare room where Ezra stored his work out equipment. Grabbing one of the bars that usually held weights, she was comforted by the feel of it in her hands. This she knew she could use if she had to.
She crept back into the hall and peeked into the living room cursing when she saw who was there.
***
It took the Dodge Ram 2 hours to finally make it to Standish’ condo. The three men were frustrated and worried about their friends. Taking the stairs two at the time they made their way to the front door. Not bothering to knock or ring the bell, Chris unlocked the door using his emergency key.
Vin observed the Canadian’s suitcase in the hallway, shoes in place and coats hung up. Joining Chris and Buck in the living room, his mouth fell open when Adrian walked in wielding a steel bar. The sharpshooter recognised it as coming from Ezra’s work out equipment.
He blushed when he realised that Adrian was only wearing a short sleeved robe that barely covered the tops of her thighs. Livid bruises stood out on her forearms and his embarrassment quickly turned to concern.
She released her death grip on the bar and spoke, "May one ask why you didn't bother to knock?"
Ignoring her question, Chris asked one of his own, "Where’s Ezra?"
"He’s sleeping," the brunette pointed to the bedroom.
Chris stalked by her and threw open the door. There on the bed, dead to the world, with a small smile on his face, was Ezra. A rumpled sheet covered his behind and Chris could see ten wicked welts running the length of his back. Along with the welts there was a deep purple bruise on Standish' shoulder where it meets the neck. Looking at it closely, he could see the impressions of teeth… the distinct pattern of Adrian's two front teeth readily visible. He remembered Standish mentioning that Adrian had a space between her front teeth much like that of Lauren Hutton. At the time he had laughed at Ezra’s blushing confession that it was one of the sexiest things about both women.
Stepping away from the bed he looked around the room. He spied the massage lotion and candles and quickly came to the conclusion that whatever the activity had caused the marks on Standish’ back and the bruises on Adrian, wasn’t the same activity that caused the smile on the southerner’s lips.
'Thank god for that,' he thought.
Larabee returned to the living room, pausing to give Adrian a look and a raised eyebrow.
Adrian returned the look with a cool one of her own, clearly challenging the blond to say something.
Chris had the grace to back down first, and not press the issue. Looking at the two men he motioned them towards the door. "Let’s go boys, everything is fine."
Seeing that they wouldn’t get any explanations now, they nodded. Vin looked at Chris and received a silent promise to explain later. Satisfied, he smiled at Adrian and headed towards the door.
Buck walked towards Adrian intent on giving her a hug.
The brunette stepped back and with a scowl told him, "Don’t push your luck, Wilmington. I’ll see you on Monday."
Sighing, the ladies man moved away, and followed his friends out the door.
Adrian bolted the wooden structure and thumped her head against it. Straightening, the tired woman walked around the condo shutting off the lights, and ensuring that everything was secure.
Upon arriving in the bedroom she saw that her lover had rolled over onto his back but was still sound asleep. Smiling she removed her robe and gently eased onto the bed. She arranged her self around the sleeping man and snuggled in close. Ezra responded by wrapping his arms around her.
Just as Adrian was about to drift off, Ezra tightened his grip around her and whispered, "I love you."
Adrian smiled and placed a kiss upon his chest. "I love you, too." Her last cognizant thought, before sleep claimed her, was that this was the first time either of them had declared their love for each other out loud. She smiled as she slipped into a dreamless sleep.
TBC
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