Chapter 10

"I thought you said..." Abigail hastily placed a staying hand over Brass' much larger one, halting any further advancement. "we could t-talk."

"Oh hey, yeah. We can do that." Those blue eyes twinkled mischievously because Jim read the hesitation in the woman's green ones, sensing her objection was all for show. "We could 'talk' about, whether...I'm doing this right or not."

He motioned to the hem of her skirt which his hand just happened to be beneath at this exact moment, doing all sorts of interesting things, in his opinion. He moved his beefy fingers ever so gently over the slick, warm surface of her crease, enjoying the slight gasp of astonishment for his audacity. "I don't mind a little constructive criticism from time to time."

Abigail stifled a moan of pleasure, those green eyes closing sensually.

Jim watched her face, reading every nuance of emotion. He put the very tip of his middle finger pressed lightly to her opening. "For instance." His tone was seductively erotic to the girl's ears. "I imagine this..." he pushed ever so gently on the straining surface awaiting his entrance, "to be quite stimulating. Just setting there, ready to be put to use and all." He shrugged nonchalant shoulders. "But hey, I'm not a chick."

Abigail was a chick. She was imagining things along the same lines right about now, she was loathe to realize.

"If I don't do something just the way you like?" He caressed her mouth lovingly. "You just let me know and we'll take another route. Sound good to you?" He was more than flexible.

His nose nuzzled her cheek line, trailing soft kisses over the plump, warm flesh until his mouth covered her full lips possessively. He moved his fingers about searchingly beneath the fabric of her panties, which stretched over the back of his hand, "this wet, slick surface I'm touching here?" His voice dropped an octave as his emotions roiled in his mind. "This feels like Nirvana to a guy. It's so soft and warm and...just a wondrous place for a man to explore but we have no idea what it feels like to a woman."

He pushed his middle finger into the steamy hole, just a tiny space, murmuring contentedly. "And this? Being inside this tight, steamy heat? Even a fraction? Makes my cock so hard but I don't know if you feel anything to speak of. Wanna share that with me, Abigail?" He glanced at her face, seeking the emerald eyes. "Would you prefer I touch you...elsewhere?"

She shook her head negatively, gasping inarticulately, unable to formulate a reply. "N-No..." she stammered then realized how that might sound. "I...m-mean...y-yes." Yes, she wanted to share with him...everything. Just...everything in the entire Universe! "...No!" It sounded as if she wanted him to stop what he was... "W-Wait!" She was so confused. Why didn't he just put it in further? Why?

What he was doing felt so good...so...very good but she needed ...something he was refusing to give over!

"You may or may not know, Abigail." Jim raked the ball of his thump over the small nub of her clit, back and forth ever so lightly. He lifted his lips just enough to mutter the statement he was making. "A man enjoys pleasing a woman in all ways but especially," he pursed his lips, securing a connection with the sweet, moist surface of her mouth from time to time. "...down there." He motioned minutely to his meaning, as he eased his finger just a tad more into her depths. "He kinda gauges his virility by just how well he is able to accomplish that goal."

"I..." Abigail fought for a modicum of equilibrium. "I d-didn't know t-that." She breathed out a shallow response, her breath clean and warm against his cheek.

The woman squirmed about weakly but the man held his finger just out of reach of any real 'depth' to the invasion of her body he offered.

"No, it's true." Jim assured, his index finger rubbing a slow, maddening slide over the fleshy part of her vaginal area. "We do."

"...Eh..."

"The taste of a woman?" He whispered an enticement. "The way she responses to our...efforts? The sounds she makes?" He grunted coarsely. "The feel of that sweet little clit under our tongues? How it swells and grows if we lick it just so? The scent of her arousal?"

"S-Stop." Her cheeks flushed a crimson pink.

"There is nothing more sensual, trust me." He shifted a little, his hardness hurting now. "The feel of a warm, wet pussy under a man's fingers?" his tongue flicked the tip of her's seductively. "Just the thought of it makes me want to cream. You like a guy to cream inside you, Abigail?"

"Ohh...shit." The almost inaudible reverent rasp caused Jim Brass to dimple accordingly, for his ego received a much needed boost for the involuntary response. His eyes twinkled his amusement but he tempered his mood.

Brass had heard the tremulous vow, of course. How could he not, being so close to the recipient of his frontal assault.

The woman clutched the couch fabric in a death grip, the man noted as well. "We...s-should probably..."

Brass' gaze shifted to the lovely slope of young breasts just below his eyesight, noting the tight peak of arousal beneath the soft material of Abigail's blouse. He leaned, placing his mouth over the area, breathing out several heated, tantalizing breaths that filtered into the tiny puckered tip. He pressed his tongue to the puckered tightness, feeling the point swell systematically.

Abigail arched her body, groaning her indecision, a shaky sigh of bliss escaping her lips.

"Right about now?" Jim lifted the heavy mound in a capable hand, kneading the flesh lovingly. "I would give a month's pay to see this sweet, little nipple."

He eased the first button of her blouse open with diligent practice, nuzzling the space inoffensively. "God, you smell so good." He breathed in her scent, grunting lasciviously. In seconds, the man had opened the front of the blouse, his nose moving aside any wayward material, the tip of his tongue snaking down the vee of her bra to lick the fragrant flesh.

Abigail's fingers came to the back of his head to hold him to his pastime, her breath coming in more and more shallow gasps.

Tiny tingles of pleasure traversed Jim's arms. He rewarded her, his fingers deftly unsnapping the tab of her bra, as he kissed the straps down her arms, in seconds, having bared her breasts to his feasting eyes.

Abigail felt the air hit her straining nipples but they were quickly warmed by the man's mouth suckling and nurturing the hard peaks with expert administrations.

Brass was encouraged by her reactions to his actions, his hands gently massaging the plains of her back bringing whimpers of delight from the woman's throat. "Your body is amazing." He took his time in measuring the full breasts, his hands curving to the slender hips, running the length of her sculptured calves then back to capture a heavy mound. "I could kiss you all fucking day." He sought her mouth eagerly, capturing the full lips possessively. "...I wake up at night feeling your mouth on mine. I can taste you."

"P-Please." Abigail didn't know exactly what she was pleading for but she had no compulsion about the 'pleading' part at this stage. She opened her legs wider, lifting into his finger's gentle massaging.

"What do need, baby?" The man was not adverse to moving the proceedings forward one bit. "Tell me."

Abigail's cheeks flushed prettily for her thoughts.

"You have to know, I'll give you any fucking thing you want." He told the truth, glancing down to the hem of her skirt which he had managed to hike further up those velvet thighs. He watched as his fingers worked diligently over the pink hues of her vaginal area. "You know what I want?" His tone was laced with subdued quietness. "I want to make this memorable for you. I think I can do that if..." he leaned slightly away, sliding effortlessly downward and in seconds, had situated himself between the smooth silkiness of her thighs, his lips trailing an ever so gentle trek...inward.

The seductive scent of vanilla and baby lotion assailed his nostrils. "Fuck...what is it you use here, Angel?" He was astounded by the more than pleasant fragrance. Brass instantly moved closer, nuzzling the clean shaven mound of Venus ardently.

Abigail gasped weakly, a soft, hesitant mewl escaping her lips for the man's breath wafted over the center of her being, causing goose-flesh to arise on her arms and back of her neck.

Jim pursed his lips, placing a tender kiss directly over the tiny nub he felt just below which was followed at length by an avarice flick of his tongue, which ultimately flowered into a sensually erotic pressure of his lips that took the girl to the precipice of ecstasy she so sought.

He allowed the heat of his breath to sweep about the sensitive skin with each outward exhale of his body, which heightened the woman's passion were the sounds she emitted any indication.

Jim suckled her clit reverently, his tongue constantly licking and stroking ever so lightly.

In seconds the man was rewarded by the very feminine whimper of distress which was followed immediately by a long, drawn-out sob of exhalation and joy. The slender fingers clutched frantically at his shoulder. The woman's body tensed, stiffened, arching upward to his tongue's actions, a melodious mewl causing Brass' cock to harden to cement.

The man lifted his gaze to watch her climax as it began, his free hand kneading her bared breast affectionately, his thick fingers teasing the quivering peak fondly.

He halted the flick of his tongue allowing her to enjoy the moment to it's fullest but kept breathing warmly on the ultra sensitive flesh beneath his mouth's antics.

Brass waited patiently feeling the slender body finally relax it's tremulous tremors. He arose, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his slacks, reaching into the black silk boxers to extract his instrument. His eyes never once left the woman's face.

He placed the tip of his penis to the wet, sodden opening, gently shoving into the incredibly tight space in one confident thrust.

Abigail drew in a hasty gasp of breath, lifting to the maneuver, offering over a distraught whine.

Brass began the ancient movements of love-making, instinctively covering the quaking little frame with his larger, more stocky one, his arms encircling the warm body sturdily. His mouth searching out the full lips.

"This feels so good to me, baby." The man spoke directly into the sweetness of her parted mouth. He shifted restless, breathing his growing rapture into the curls at her neckline for his rough handling had dislodged pins from the carefully coiffed hair which was flowing down her back and shoulders now. "Does it feel the same to you?"

"Ohhhh." A tremulous reply quaked from Abigail's throat as she pushed off the couch with her feet to meet the insistent thrusting of the man's cock. "Y-Yes!" She buried her nose in his neckline, her lips feverishly kissing the sunburned skin at every possible advantage point. "...Y-Yes! Keep d-doing...that!" She squirmed closer, the coarse hair covering the beginning shaft of his penis scratching at her clit in the most erotic manner. "D-Don't stop!"

"Oh, I'm not going to stop." He knew for a certainty. "Not until I feel that little pussy quiver uncontrollably and you give me your creme...again. You are going to do that...right?" His breaths were heavy, his tone low and soothing to Abigail's ears.

Abigail thought she might could do that at some point...like in a few seconds or so, say.

"Because if you're not at that point yet, I can..." the man didn't for one second, believe he could do anything other than what he was doing, but...hey, it was worth a shot if his bravado netted him what he hoped it might.

"I'm at t-that p-point." She hastened to soothe any supposed misunderstandings. She whined poutingly. "I'm there, JimBrass...I s-swear." Her arms went about his neckline, holding tightly to his strength which she could feel in those muscular arms. He rocked her body gently with his eager thrusts, his warm breath on her nape heightening the sensation of the moment.

The man sunk his cock back into the rapturous depths, closing his eyes to the feel of the experience. "Yeah?" That voice caressed and galvanized her senses. "I'm glad, AbigailEvers. That makes it so much nicer, doesn't it." He approved silkily. He withdrew slowly, glancing at the slick surface of his penis as it disappeared back into the heat of the welcoming hole. "To arrive at the same destination at the same...exact...time."

Jim Brass had never been so near to that apex, he sensed, his dick pulsating a throbbing need, a deep seated ache having built in his balls easing it's way into the depths of his psyche.

He joined his mouth to the woman's hungry lips, his arms tightening about the svelte frame. "Don't make me wait, baby." He whispered his growing urgency. "Don't do that to me."

Abigail took him deep, grinding salaciously against the thickness of his organ, her cavern convulsing spasmodically from the heated friction of the act they performed.

Jim's breath caught in his throat as a vivid streak of multicolored hues burst across his vision. He inhaled sharply, riding an incredulous wave of rapidly descending pleasure which encompassed his entire body in milliseconds. It had began in the depths of his stomach, which quivered and lunged with adrenaline, then quickly spread into his feverish mind.

A primal, decidedly carnal emotion designed to lubriciously extract each and every nuance of feelings traversing his body. Brass did not even put up the pretense of fighting it, merely wallowed in the wanton decadence the woman could arouse in him.

He could feel that little pussy quavering and convulsing...shuddering lovingly about his cock, milking the last dredges of his cum with the desperation those soft mewls and hectic moans implied.

Brass lay still, enjoying the intensity and duration of Abigail's climax. He held tightly to that wondrous world, trying to key his breathing down to a more normal rhythm. His body felt sated, relaxed...mellow. All the stress of the day had evaporated into nothingness.

He could hear Humphrey Bogart lamenting 'One Rocco more or less isn't worth dying for...'.

Brass couldn't think of one single thing worth dying for at this exact moment. He was ever so glad he was alive and kicking, as a matter of fact and enjoying the joys and thrills of being inside an incredibly hot woman's...nether regions.

He wondered what Bogart would have to say about those thoughts.

He was vaguely aware that he should take his weight off the smaller body so he moved slightly, seeking out those green eyes which stared back at him, blinking their disorientation.

He smiled down, leaning close to join his mouth to those delectable lips. The kiss made his cock twitch so he pulled back again, but...only slightly. "You're missing your movie." He grinned at the softly colored cheeks. "Are you pissed at me?"

Abigail was clearly not following.

"Because..." The man motioned. "You're missing...your movie?"

"Oh." She swallowed hard. "I...eh...no." she realized.

"You sure?" Jim teased, his mood high long about now.

"I..."

The phone ringing disturbed the moment and mood. Jim gave it one of Abigail's 'mean frowns'. "I thought I turned that damned thing off."

"You can't turn it off." she reminded. "You're the Captain."

"Getting sick of being 'the Captain'." He groused. "I gotta take it, you know that, right?"

"Of course I know that." She motioned to the incessantly ringing object, her expression a little perplexed as to why he hadn't 'taken' it immediately.

"Yeah." He glanced to the fucking thing yet again.

"Captain!" Her mouth dropped. "Answer it!" she prodded hurriedly.

Brass sighed heavily, reaching, bringing the phone to his ear. "If this is you, Rivera? Gonna cut your dick off with my hedge sheers."

Abigail gasped accordingly for the totally unnecessary threat.

"Not Rivera."

"Oh..." Brass sit up a tad, glancing down as his cock slid out of it's nice, heated home on it's own. "Fuck." He muttered dejectedly, watching the white cream drop delicately to his carpet.

"Bad time?" Reddington lifted his brows at the not so veiled response.

Brass just thanked his lucky stars it hadn't been a few minutes earlier. "You gonna report a murder?"

"Not yet." Red sat back in his chair, fiddling with a pen. He read the advertisement. Dembe's hobby, well, the latest...was collecting pens from various business adventures around the globe. This one read: Mærsk Line Copenhagen/ transport and logistics.

Red couldn't ever recall being at such an establishment.

"But the good news?" The man brought the conversation back on track. "Heather has finished her 'closure' stage with the whack job. Do you want him back?"

Brass caught Abigail's stare. "Can I be frank?" He knew the girl was close enough to hear the actual dialog. "We can't find any connection with the whack job and the murdered women. Even CSI is coming up empty. You see, he bathed them after his fun time. All evidence has been eradicated."

"What are you saying exactly?"

"I'm not saying we don't want him. I'm saying...prepare Lady 'H' for the reality of our justice system." Brass hated to say it. "...I've seen it a hundred times. Some sick bastard gets off because a juror feels empathetic because the cops just had it in for the guy from day one, clearly. It only takes the one to get the mistrial. Or..." Brass had to be honest here, cause he thought Lady 'H' was actually getting proper justice for those murdered women where his system very likely...would not. "Without any real evidence, everything is 'circumstantial'...subject to interpretation by some slick ass excuse for a lawyer who is smart enough to convince the entire judge and jury to his way of thinking."

Red mused thoughtfully. "I hope your phone isn't tapped." He held his grin.

"Wouldn't put it past the fuckers." Brass...wouldn't, not these days of political jockeying about. The man pushed his penis into his boxers, zipping up. He grinned down at Abigail's dejected pout, pursing his lips to a subdued companion. "The right thing to do, so they tell me...is for you to hand him over to us. The reality of the situation is...I'm not certain what Heather did to him? But police photos will be taken and used by his lawyer in any future court dates, I'm sure. I'm thinking the guy has a few 'injuries' sustained?" Brass shook his head. "Might not play well with a jury of his peers. Might give some, thoughts for clemency. Poor sick Whacko Guy."

Red ran a hand over the soft down of his head, scratching the warm skin absently.

"If Heather returns the bastard, all well and good for her. The DA will drop any outstanding charges, so there is that aspect of the whole at least." Brass tightened his mouth. "It's something for you to consider. That part came through."

Red sighed lightly. "She won't be happy with...the other news."

"Didn't think she would." Brass nodded minutely, lowering his eyes from Abigail's inquisitive ones. He had no ready answers at this stage.

Red hadn't expected to hear what he was hearing, to be honest. He was momentarily waylaid. "I'll pass it on." He shrugged. "Get back to you later." He hesitated when he would have flipped the phone shut. "You having a good night...or a bad one?"

"What's it to ya." Brass held his smile for such temerity. "...A good one, actually. And I'm assuming the Feds haven't busted into whatever compound you've set yourself up in these days as yet? Don't hear any sirens or bullhorns blaring."

Abigail grinned for his wit. The man didn't miss the fact, feeling his ego lift a tad.

"That's because I've sequestered myself into a quiet corner of the house away from the tv blaring out an old Bogart movie."

Jim glanced at his own tv, his senses stunned for a beat. "Are you still in Vegas?"

"Watching the same movie?" Red grinned. "Why would I leave? My business isn't finished here."

"You're breaking up...I didn't hear that last part." Jim shook his head for the audacity of the man. "...Don't care where you are. As long as you don't disturb me tonight. I got plans."

Red licked amused lips. "Then go enjoy, Detective. "A man needs some down time occasionally, wouldn't you agree."

"I agree, whether Detective Rivera agrees?" Brass' mood fell. "Remains to be seen."

"I'll wish you good fortune then." Red threw the pen onto his desk. "If you're watching the movie, maybe that's why you're not having as good a night as you could be having."

"We missed some of it, but I have it on DVD." He chuckled because Abigail perked up instantly at the news. "She likes Bogart better than me, I think."

Abigail lay her head on the guy's chest area, her hands holding her blouse and bra pressed to her chest area. She had long since closed those luscious legs, primly sliding her skirt back down over the pretty thighs.

"Lizzy likes Sean Connery better than...well, any man, actually." Red sing-songed his head this way and that. "Must be the accent."

"Women." Brass' gaze teased the one between his legs. "Can't shoot em with your service weapon, can't blow em up with a block of C-4."

"Oh, you have nosey neighbors too?" Red nodded sagely. "The trick to that problem is to tackle the neighbors first...just a friendly tip."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Get back to your fun." Red held his chuckle. He hung up the phone quietly.

Brass looked at the object, musing just as quietly. "Well, at least it wasn't Rivera." He threw the phone back on the coffee table. "Where were we, little girl?"

Abigail sat waiting demurely, blinking up to his inquiring eyes.

Jim noted her 'pastime'. "Come on...don't be like that." He motioned to where her strategic hands were placed. "I spent so much time getting that shit off you. Cut me some slack, baby. The night is young, but not so much...me." He thumbed his chest.

The woman glanced about her person. Then, pulled her blouse off her shoulders, letting the fabric fall to the carpet. She wiggled out of the bra, handing it over. Those legs were unfurled from beneath her bottom, casually stretched out on the couch again.

"That'll work." Jim was a happy camper again, moving slowly into the sphere of her arms which the woman opened slowly to receive him back to her warmth. The man nuzzled down, enclosing her securely in his strength. "Nothing better than a half-naked woman to snuggle with."

"What about a fully naked one?" She scowled her confusion.

"I'm working on it, Evers." He disdained superficially. "I told you, cut me some slack here, I'm an old guy, remember?"

"Didn't feel 'old' when you were between my legs." She cut him a 'really?' look.

"I bravely carried on in the face of adversity." His gaze dropped to the area in question. "It's what I do."

"Good for you." She leaned, placing her mouth to his for a long, sensuous kiss. "Do you have any mallomar bars?"

"No but I've got a big Polish dog you might like to try."

"You aren't Polish." she scoffed, her hand running the length of his...pole.

"No, but I'm 'big'..." He quipped. "You said so."

"I did not. I said you were thick."

"What's the difference again?" He needed clarification. "Just...eh, if you could, hold it like you mean it? Massaging is all very well but a good tight squeeze gets me there every time, Angel...just saying."

Abigail ignored him, her index finger trailing lovingly up and down his ever enlarging shaft. "The difference is...thick doesn't hurt me. It feels nice and...fulfilling."

"Oh, I see." Brass was suitably 'informed' as to the way of things in Abigail World. "It probably would feel 'big'...if you put it in your mouth, say."

Those emerald eyes lifted seductively. "You think so?" She unzipped his slacks...slowly, biting her nail nervously.

"Have I ever steered you wrong?" He managed a sincere pout.

"...If I...do you." She could pout as well, with the best of them, he found. "Would you 'do' me again? Like you did before, I mean."

"With my Polish dog?"

She shook those long, disheveled curls negatively, her eyes taking on a 'sad' quality. "...Maybe...afterwards though." she perked right up at the thought to Jim's amusement, which...he hid.

"Oh, afterwards." He 'got' it. "Kinda liked that, did you?"

"Just a little." She showed him with her fingers.

"Hum." He nodded slowly, his mouth compressing tightly. "The things a guy has to do to get his cock sucked these days." He sighed heavily. "Alright...lay back." He pushed her into the pillows of the couch. "One more time but then?" He pointed a stern finger her way. "You take care of me for a change, right?"

She nodded ever so slowly, her finger twirling her hair in a rather 'thoughtful' manner. "If you say so, JimBrass."

"Oh, I say so..." He assured readily, moving up her body, his mouth stopping every few inches to kiss and tease the warm flesh. "AbigailEvers. I say so, you little fucker, you."

Abigail smiled prettily down at his slowly advancing form, widening her legs provocatively. "I love it when you get all Medieval on me."