Stakeout

"What are you doing now?"

"What's it feel like?"

"Like you're trying to... pull down my tights." A choked sigh escaped her as
Nick's fingers tantalizingly trailed along the back of her thigh, and she pushed
away from him a fraction, enough to talk, gasping for breath. "Listen, we should
stop. We should... Now. Y'know?" she whispered, leaning in to brush her lips
across his, feeling his chest shudder beneath her outspread fingers.

"I know. I know...." His lips parted under hers, and his hands came to rest,
cupping her buttocks as he leaned back against the glass walls of the phone
booth. The rain poured down ceaselessly, a steady drumming that seemed to shut
out the rest of the outside world, lending a hypnotic inevitability to what they
were doing.

*riiiiiiiiing*

"Oh, mannnn...." Nick's head dropped back and he groaned, rolling his eyes in
disgust as she laughed helplessly, her forehead against his shoulder.

"You get it. It's your turn."

"The hell it is."

"I talked to him last time."

*riiiiiiiiing*

"Christ." He picked up the phone, pulling her closer as he did so, one hand still
stroking her butt. "No, Joe, nothing's happened yet. They're still... going at
it." She stifled a giggle against his neck, then let her hands roam down and slip
underneath his cotton jersey, skimming the tight muscles of his abdomen as they
moved upward, tangling in his chest hair. "How the hell should I know? I thought
this was gonna be over half an hour ago... Yeah, well, they're both such losers,
neither one of them can get a clear shot..."

Nick's jaw tightened and he closed his eyes as she simultaneously raked her
fingernails down his torso and nibbled on his neck. He tried to bat her hands
away, but couldn't quite manage it one-handed; he captured one wrist and held it
away from him, but the other traced its way to his belt buckle and lingered,
running along the flesh above the edge of his denim jeans. He grunted
involuntarily, his face twisting in pent-up frustration as he glared daggers at
her. Then he tucked the phone between his ear and his shoulder and used his
now-free hand to grab her wandering fingers, bringing them up to his mouth,
kissing the fingertips while he stared at her, making her breath catch.

"Look, why don't we just call you when it's all... over?" Nick barely managed to
restrain a gasp as she began licking his collarbone, leaning her entire weight
against him, breathing heavily as she moved her mouth up along his jaw. He could
smell the cigarette smoke from the bar she'd been at earlier, and what could have
been strawberry body soap or perfume, as well as the tang of rain on her skin. If
it hadn't been raining when they got there, if there'd been anywhere else for
either of them to go, they might not have stayed long enough to end up like this.

He twitched suddenly as she kissed him behind his ear, the wild strands of her
damp hair tickling his neck. "Joe, we're absolutely safe, for the love of...
They're lightweights, I'm armed, we can handle it... I know what happened last
month, but this is completely different... No, no... okay, fine. Yeah, whatever.
We'll call you back in another fifteen. Yeah. Good-bye, Joe."

He hung up the receiver with a bang, pulled her into a long, tongue-tangling,
heated kiss that made her entire mouth tingle and had her panting for breath;
then he pulled away and snarled, "Swear to God, I'm gonna make them switch phone
carriers the second we're back at the bar. Rotten goddamn useless no-signal piece
of _crap_---!"

"Yeah, well, it would've helped if you hadn't let your batteries run down."

"It would've been even better if you'd had yours along!"

"How the heck was I supposed to fit a cell phone in my bar purse?"

"Forget it. Just... forget it..." Nick pulled her into another hot, drawn-out
kiss, their bodies pressed so close together that she could feel the imprint of
his shirt buttons through her thin silk blouse; then he abruptly straightened and
spun them around, so that her back was against the phonebooth wall instead of
his, the feel of the cold glass on the back of her legs making her shiver
involuntarily. Then she shuddered again as his open mouth slid down her jawline
to her neck, down to shoulder, and his fingers resumed their course beneath her
leather miniskirt.

"We should be... watching," she pointed out, feeling her knees turn weak and her
legs try to totter on her high heels as he stroked along one inner thigh. "I
mean, we're Watchers, we're supposed to..." She forgot what she was going to say;
he was licking and nibbling his way down her cleavage, and had just undone one
button of her blouse with his teeth. She gulped, breathing even harder as Nick's
mouth continued blazing a trail down to the lace edging of her bra.

"Not a problem," he murmured against her chest, rubbing his face against the
extra-soft skin of her breasts; then he slowly began sliding his mouth back up to
her neck, inhaling her scent as he kissed her. "Whoever wins has to walk past
us... We'll see who the winner is, and that'll be it. Easy...."

"Easy." She nodded torpidly, eyelids fluttering shut, her hands slipping back
under his leather jacket and around his body. He was much more muscled than she'd
expected him to be. Nick was so thin that she'd thought that his bones would jut
out under his skin; but every inch of him was covered in hard muscle, like a
layer of piano wires over a steel frame. Her fingers skipped over the gun tucked
in the back of his jeans, then trailed down to grab his butt. His entire body
tensed for a second, then he turned his head and captured her lips in a kiss even
hungrier than the one before, while slowly, slowly grinding his pelvis into hers.
Whimpering, she arched her back, pressing against him, feeling his sex push
against her through the layers of leather, denim and nylon, then groaned. They
both broke the kiss, panting, and she glared into his eyes with edgy need and a
small amount of fury. "More than the phones? I wish I'd put a condom in this
stupid little bag."

"Tell _me_." He shook his head, chuckling breathlessly. "Didn't expect this to be
happening tonight, though...."

"I know," she grumbled, then sighed. "I never do this kind of thing."

"Never?"

"Not with someone I barely know..." She caught a glimpse of his twitching mouth,
the light dancing in his eyes, and shoved at his chest, starting to get mad
again. "You *know* what I meant, you jerk---"

Nick kissed her silent with a light caress, one completely unlike the
increasingly desperate kisses they'd been exchanging for the last forty-five
minutes. The kind of kiss her first high-school boyfriend was supposed to have
given her, instead of mashing his teeth into her lips like he had. A gentle,
steady, soft kiss... that left her floating halfway to the top of the phonebooth,
ears ringing, lips numb, and her breath catching in her diaphragm.

She was trembling when they stopped, and he was shaking from something other than
the encroaching chill. Nick pulled her closer, slumping backwards against the
phone shelf, his hands rubbing her back through the silk as she snuggled closer
to him. "I wish they would just get it done. How long does it take to kill
someone, anyway?"

"Not as long as this. Not unless you aren't any good at it." Nick tilted his
head, trying to work out a kink in his shoulder, and she reached up to massage
his neck. He groaned, his eyelids drifting shut as she felt the muscles gradually
warm and loosen. He had such long eyelashes; they didn't go with the five o'clock
shadow along his jaw, or the thick, almost grim eyebrows and sharp cheekbones.
Lots of contrasts to him: the thinness and the muscle-tone; the cocky smile and
the sweet, large eyes; the way he kissed and held her, and the smartass way he'd
tried to order her out of the phonebooth when she'd first come in out of the
rain.

"Mmmmmm...."

"Like that?" she whispered, leaning forward to lick at his earlobe, exhaling into
his ear and eliciting a strangled, breathy laugh as her fingers danced their way
back down to his pants, brushing against his groin. "And that?"

"Tease...."

"No worse than you."

"What are you talking about?" He grinned, showing dimples that made her want to
wriggle against him even closer and smack him silly at the same time. "I've just
been trying to help you relax---"

[Image]"This is *not* relaxing. It's fun, but it's not relaxing.... ohhh, don't
*do* that," she whimpered as one of his hands encircled her right breast, his
long fingers rubbing insistently against her nipple through all the intervening
layers of fabric, making her wish they could just rip each other's clothes off
that second. The other hand had slipped its way back under her miniskirt, and was
now slowly trying to slide her tights down again. "Nick... I'm serious, don't...
oh wow." She shuddered abruptly as his hand touched bare flesh, then gritted her
teeth in a fierce smile and splayed her fingers against his crotch, pressing
lightly against his jeans. Nick groaned and his eyes tried to roll back into his
head, then he reasserted control of himself and grinned back at her, panting
harshly.

"Never would have suspected a sweet-looking lady like you to know so many killer
moves," he whispered, clearing his throat. "Remind me not to play poker with
you."

"Sure thing." She swallowed, desire building and ebbing as he continued to touch
her. "If you'll remind me not to trust my first impressions again. I thought you
were shy before this, you know that?"

"Whatever gave you that idea?" His hand eased down her leg and hooked under her
knee, drawing it up to drape over his hip as he arched his lower body against
her. God, she was sexy. Especially all messed up; hair wild, clothes loosened,
eyes dilating and aroused.... He'd seen her around Joe's, and she'd always seemed
fairly together, in control. He'd meant to talk to her once or twice, but the
timing had always been off; he'd been going somewhere while she'd been walking
in, and vice versa. Places to go, Immortals to spy on... still, he never would
have imagined this would be the way they'd finally get to know each other.

"Ummmmm..." She blinked, her eyes unfocusing for a second as his fingers
continued teasing her, her breathing growing more shallow; then she narrowed her
eyes to slits, and pressed closer against him, brushing the tips of her breasts
against his chest. Nick's breathing sped up as she nipped at his lower lip with
her teeth and slipped one hand down the back of his jeans, under his boxers.
"Well," she purred against his skin, "I guess... I thought you were shy because
I'd catch you watching me... but you never came over to talk..."

"Nope. Just ... biding my time," he growled, lifting one hand to cradle her jaw
and hold her motionless while he fiercely kissed her. He arched his hips again,
and she whimpered, tightening her legs around his body, electric warmth shooting
all the way up her spine.

*riiiiiiiiing*

They didn't stop kissing, and one of her arms came up to encircle his neck.

*riiiiiiiiing*

Nick's pulse was definitely approaching heart-attack range, his temperature
climbing like he had a fever, and his jeans were straining with the hard-on that
had been growing steadily stronger ever since she'd gotten annoyed and pushed him
against the wall of the phonebooth. She'd held him there with one hand against
his chest, sparking off a reaction that hadn't cooled since.

Joe could find out what the hell was going on with the Immortals later.

*riiiiiiiiing*

From now on, no matter what, she would have protection in her purse, or in her
jacket, or somewhere in her clothes, just for this kind of occasion. No occasions
like this had ever happened before, but she was going to damn well be prepared in
the future. If it had been possible, they would have doing a hell of a lot more
than kissing and making out and feeling each other up and doing almost every
other damn thing you could do with your clothes on.... but if this went on too
much longer, any inhibitions she had left would be permanently lost....

*riiiiiiiiing*

"You get it," she whispered against his mouth.

"Your turn, babe."

"No...."

*riiiiiiiiing*

"I'll make it... worth your while... if you pick that up..."

"Ditto. You talk to him. I don't care... if he's... worried..."

*riiiiiiiiing*

Nick pulled out of the kiss, nearly snarling, grimaced at her, and picked up the
receiver. "We're alive, so are they, are you happy?"

"What is your problem, Wolf?" spilled out of the receiver. "You'd think you had
something better to do than tell me what the situation is!"

"Yeah, well, it's getting... exciting." Nick crossed his eyes , and she bit down
on his shoulder to keep from screeching with hilarity and frustration. "Anything
else? 'Cause I'm telling you, Joe, any second now, something's going to happen."

Shaking with suppressed laughter, she pulled away from him for a second and
turned to watch the ongoing duel. "Whoa. Nick. Check it out---" Lightening
flashed, spiderwebbing across the sky and the docks, bouncing off the surface of
the water, shooting back to the figure holding an upraised sword at the end of
the pier.

"About time... Joe, we'll call you back in ten, okay? We've almost got a winner
here, good-bye!" Nick replaced the receiver, then grabbed her and pressed her
back against the wall of the phonebooth again, leaning his full weight against
her as held her close, brushing hot, wild kisses over her mouth, cheekbones, and
eyes.

"Why did you hang up on him? The Immortal will be walking by,,, any second." She
moaned softly, her eyes closing as a pulsing started in her sex, the feel of his
body rhythmically pressing against hers mimicking what she'd been fantasizing
about ever since they'd first touched. What was it going to be like, when they
didn't have to stop? Only a few more minutes, just a little while longer---

"Don't want the guy... to notice us. Keep making out, and he'll think we're
just... you know..." He took a deep breath, his voice getting hoarser by the
second, trying to keep it under control, trying to tell himself it was only going
to be another few minutes....

"Making out," she agreed. "Right. Yeah. Oh...." He was sucking on her tongue,
sliding his lips over hers, his body warm and taut and when could they stop, when
would it stop so they could go somewhere else and start all over....

She opened her eyes, forced herself to look over his shoulder as the victor
walked by, then grinned against his mouth for a second before returning to the
kiss. The slow, thrumming dance of their bodies wasn't abating; and now that
there was nothing else to wait for, no reason to stay, it seemed that something
stronger had taken over. Both of them were breathing in sync, hips moving in
tandem--- the kiss deepened, and Nick's pulse pounded in his ears, like the feel
of her pelvis against his, and the way she gasped as he touched her, and --- she
couldn't stop moving, moans escaping her as every inch of her body became more
aware of him, flames, flames across her skin---

Her body began shuddering uncontrollably just before he groaned again, deeper
this time, slumping against her as the fire raced through them both. Several
seconds passed before he could push himself off her, then he gave her another of
those light, gentle, singing kisses that had her halfway to Pluto before it
stopped.

"Mmmmm...." She pulled away, sighing, then smiled wickedly. "I win the bet... my
guy survived. Yours got toasted."

"No way."

"Way."

"Seriously?" She nodded smugly, and Nick rolled his eyes, then quirked his mouth
in rueful resignation, brushing her hair out of her face. "I was sure Karton was
going to take it...."

"Too bad. You owe me a beer at Joe's."

"Can I pay you back later?" He raised one eyebrow at her, an evil expression
making her breath catch all over again. "I have something else in mind for what
we can do now..."

"Oh yeah?"

"Oh, yeah.... I passed a motel about six miles back up the road. I say the last
one there has to pay for the room."

"You're on, smart guy. " She pulled the phonebooth door open, steeled herself for
diving back out into the rain. "But only because I know you'll stop for condoms
at the drugstore on the way. I don't have any more cash left in this purse
either."

"Hey!"

She laughed, eluding his grasp and running for her car before he could find a
reply; but she thought she could hear chuckles from the phonebooth as the phone
began to ring again.

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Well, I *tried* not to let it have a plot... I'm not sure it worked.

But it was fun trying!