98Chapter Twenty-Three (Gratuitous Sex Chapter….)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: FOR ALL INTENTS AND PURPOSES, THE STORY ENDED LAST CHAPTER BUT FOR ALL THOSE KINDRED SPIRITS OUT IN THE COSMOS, HERE IS AN ENTIRELY UNNECESSARY MOMENT OR TWO WITH FINCH TOTALLY OUT OF CHARACTER..BUT HAVING SOME PRETTY GOOD FUN. MATURE SUBJECTS. NO MINORS PLEASE.
Harold Finch was beginning to understand how Cordelia's mind worked..when..it worked. Which for some obscure reason, he found decidedly charming in nature.
She now felt 'obligated' to him. She would sit and listen if it killed her, which well it might, if the woman chose to go off on one of her infamous tangents..for Harold might well strangle her with his bare hands. What he had to relate was important and he wanted to relate it as quickly and efficiently as possible.
But for now, Cordelia sat, giving over her attention, those dubiously wary eyes staring at him most expectantly.
"First, let me relate a finding regarding the previous situation which first brought you to our attention." He had discussed the matter with Reese on the drive over and found the information gathered rather ironic in nature. "We knew there was a tracking device..that was never found. One planted on a personally owned article, probably. We have been concerned that it had never surfaced."
Cordelia had forgotten all about that problem.
"The day you..returned home. Mr. Reese watched over you for we were not certain the danger had truly passed. When you left your apartment, he entered." Harold held up a restrictive hand, warding off any righteous indignation. "He was following a 'hunch'. The night you were attacked, he really didn't have time to sweep the area sufficiently.. being distracted and what-not."
Cordelia didn't like to think of that time. It still made her shudder.
"The tracer was in embedded in the ear piece of your glasses." Harold finished briskly. "I am so pleased you simply left the eyewear, opting for a new pair." He had seen them lying beside her lap top in the other room. "This apartment.. is clean."
How he knew that, Cordelia did not wish to know. She cast 'the apartment' an ominous once over, all the same.
"And now.." he had taken care of the unfinished business end. Well, in a sense. He still needed to speak to her concerning.. "I realize, you do not wish to discuss the subject but discuss it we must, for.." he indicated she should make herself comfortable on the end of the bed for she stood more into the inner room than the outer, the way matters stood. "It has weighed heavily on my mind of late."
Cordelia glanced to his meaning, obediently seating herself, albeit warily, uncertain as to what direction the man was heading. She returned her interest post haste.
"Cordelia.." he sighed lightly, exhaling his pent up tension. He affixed his glasses more firmly on his face, his hand fidgeting with the rims absently. "As you may or may not be aware, I hold you in the highest regard. Although I was upset with you the day you left..that time was difficult for both of us, was it not. I..for one, did not handle the parting as well as I should have." That was an understatement. "There is much I regret concerning..my actions."
The girl lowered her head, now sensing his meaning and purpose behind it. The soft blonde curls were highlighted by the small bedside lamp, shining dimly on the nightstand by her bed.
"My pride was stung. I allowed negative emotions to get in the way of my better judgement and for that..I will gladly apology. Most sincerely." Harold felt better doing so, in reality.
Cordelia closed her eyes, emotions welling inside her.
"There is never a valid reason for one person to harm another emotionally." Harold believed his words. "If I have done so to you..know please, that I deeply..deeply," he emphasized. "Regret my actions."
The girl sighed wearily, shaking her head. "Please..stop." she asked brokenly. "This is painful enough without your 'let's be friends' speech." She arose, turning her back to the man, swallowing the sting of the moment. She suddenly hated the pinstriped pattern of the drapes which hung beside her bed. "The truth is, Mr. Finch." She knew it, gathering her courage and strength, both of which seemed nonexistent suddenly.
She turned soulfully vulnerable eyes to the man. "I..can't BE..your friend." The words caught in her throat. "I wouldn't know how to do that." She just..didn't. "The emotions I feel for you.." she hated her weakness. "Encompass so much more than 'friendship'." She sat back on the bed, rather drained. "I've tried to correct such thinking. In time, I will, eventually..I..know I shall." She didn't know that at all. She felt ..bereft. "It will take..time."
She hung her head dejectedly. "You must allow me..that time."
Harold Finch's mind was reeling. He wondered..did she realize what she had just confirmed? Or..was he mistaken in his misguided hope that he had heard something that, perhaps…wasn't there.
"Cordeli.."
"NO." she arose abruptly, her voice shaking. "You allow ME speak. You started this!" she accused. "I was just going to take my shower and..be done with it all but ..NOOOOOO!"
Finch looked down on the furious little features. He had never noticed, how clear her complexion was..the young people referred to it as..Goth, he thought. She wore no make-up, which allowed the true alabaster quality of her skin to show through. A small smattering of freckles splayed across her nose and upper cheek line.
"You had to hash it all up again, just when everything was settled and forgotten!"
"Was it?" he challenged.
"YES!" she informed him stoutly. But then..she felt the depression descend, reseating herself listlessly. "..For the..most part."
Finch watched the dour features, his heart thundering loudly in his chest cavity. "Cordelia.." he had to know, but still..a part of him did not wish to take the risk of a negative reply. He hesitated, torn..then forged ahead recklessly. "..Are you in love with me?"
He could almost have timed the 'righteous indignation'..
She did not disappoint, gasping her shock, her hand fluttering to her chest in a uniquely feminine gesture, and she had shot up off the bed like a rocket. "..How DARE you! Of all the conceite.."
She sputtered inarticulately, sounds escaping her throat. Sounds that, given other circumstances, would have caused Harold's penis to..respond in kind but, he concentrated on one problem at a time, disciplining his mind and his..reaction with calculated 'control'.
"I'm sorry." He didn't sound at all 'sorry', to Cordelia's way of thinking. He sounded rather..condescending, to her sensitive ears. "Isn't that what you just said?"
"I never said ANY such thing! NO!" she informed him heatedly.
"The emotions I feel for you encompass so much more than friendship." He quoted rather smugly, she thought. "I possess total recall." And he found, in this instance, he ..in no way, was adverse to using his abilities for evil.
"The OTHER part!" she suitably reminded, her voice getting a little shrill. "Do the 'other' part! The 'I've tried to correct my thinking' part!" she was beside herself. "What part?"
Harold lifted his head, weighing his options. "which suggests..you haven't been..successful..and that you are quite, quite..insane."
"No." Cordelia didn't think it meant that at all. "that is not what it suggests at ALL! And I was just fine until I met up with you and your stupid, stupid friend."
Cordelia knew the man was, above all else..reasonable..logical. She would appeal to that aspect of his mind. "Which is not to say, that sometime..in the distant future, we could certainly, almost..probably..become fast friends, just like you wish." She took heart. "that is definitely a goal to look forward to..is it not?"
"You realize." Finch had moved past such mundane trivialities. "That any association with me and my 'stupid, stupid' friend..could very likely put your life in danger once again. You of all people know the gravity of such a statement. Keeping in mind, however." He pointed out the positive as well, holding the large, anxious eyes easily. "The 'stupid' guy and I will be there when and if such an odious occasion pops up on the horizon. I did not have such an option with Grace for I was not yet acquainted with John Reese, who assures me..that scenario is no longer a viable threat."
"Oh..well, see?" she gestured the problem out as she spoke. "There is no 'association' ..as you said that day. Just a distant, probable future 'friendship' who no one, really..could object to, right?"
"..Cordelia." he moved closer and she moved..back. Which was exactly what he had hoped. "When you are lying in bed at night.." he hoped he was not making a huge mistake..
"My new bed?" she glanced to her left, confused as to the turn of the conversation. Although what the bed had to do with their 'distantly future friendship,' she could not even guess.
Harold..sighed heavily but..proceeded. "When you are lying there..at night..all alone." An awful thought struck him. Because of Miller, and the previous two numbers coming to the fore in Reese's absence, he had not been able to keep as close an eye on her as he would have liked. "You..have been alone..correct?"
He was ever so pleased to hear the mortified gasp of horror. "What are you implying?"
He had his answer. "When you are there..in the wee small hours of the morning." His eyes dropped to the sweet little melons, enjoying the sensually rounded curves of the small, ripe..deliciously succulent orbs. He lifted a heated stare. "Do you ever..indulge?"
Cordelia's scowl was a dark one, searching for hidden meaning in the carefully asked inquiry, finding..none. "Ohh..with the wine, you mean?" she grimaced endearingly. "Mr. Finch. I don't usually..do that. I was just feeling a little low what with Millie and Davy and..other things, you know. But, it's ok. I AM of age!" she rolled her eyes expressively. "For goodness sak.."
"No." he shook his head wearily, closing his eyes for a brief interval. "God give me strength.." he sighed his exhaustion, muttering dejectedly, then..turned on her, his tone sharp. "..Really?" he demanded.
Cordelia was taken aback by his demeanor. "What has gotten into you?" she felt his disapproval, stung by it. "Have you been drinking?"
"No, Cordelia..I have been masturbating, which is how I hoped YOU might be passing your time as well, then perhaps we could have compared notes.." He snapped. "You little idiot, you!"
Cordelia ..gasped. Which was her way.
"You've put me through a distinct type of hell these past few weeks and if there IS a God, he will surely grant me SOME sort of recompense for all the trouble and stress I have suffered at your fucking hands!"
At first..the girl blanched a chalky white and then..her cheeks flushed a bright scarlett red. Her mouth was agape, her stance..incredulous. The silence ensued for a goodly stretch and in the interim, Harold Finch..was able to calm himself somewhat.
He rubbed his hands over his eyes, shaking his head. She had done it again. Managed to force him to lose his control. Jesus, how he hated that.
For Cordelia's part, she fought through the conflicting emotions surging through her small frame. Her tummy always reacted oddly when he said..that word, of course. For it conjured up ever so pleasant possibilities, but she was becoming used to..that emotional state. But, the images his proclamation churned up in her mind? "Y-You would NEVER..do..that!" she was relatively certain and then..she wasn't, her eyes falling involuntarily to the noticeable bulge in the neatly pressed slacks. She remembered well, just how well-endowed the man was when..fully aroused but even now..
"I n-need you to go." She absolutely needed that, totally flustered and off-kilter suddenly, pushing the thoughts from her head. "You..y-you should go..right now!" she averted her eyes, turning her profile physically away from ..the vicinity she had been surveying. She fought the flush, winning in the end, hugging herself tightly, to ward off any tale-tell trembling her body might reveal.
The silence was unnerving her more than when he spoke. "Really..I just need you to.."
"Yes, well.." Harold, retraced a few steps, quietly closing the door to the room, turning back to the woman who stood, where he had left her, in the middle of the room, directly by the small four-posted structure. He would have thought her expression rather comical, given other circumstances. But, as it was..he did not feel like smiling. Not in the least. "We all have needs, Cordelia."
"You open that door and you walk right out of it, Mister!" 'Cordelia' was too incensed to deal with semantics.
"Are you certain you wish me to do that.." he held up a restrictive hand when she would have readily replied. "Because..I would very much like to..stay."
Cordelia was having none of it. "Why?" was the more prevalent question to her way of thinking. She didn't trust him one iota.
"That..is a very ..good..question." he seemed impressed. "To which I believe, I have the answer. Not sure you're going to like it, though."
No..he didn't think that she would be all that receptive at this stage, deciding on another tactic. "..I often find myself..envying Mr. Reese his knack for spontaneity. He seems such an uninhibited being." Perhaps a more fundamental way of explaining his point of view would suffice. "I.." he gestured absently with his hand. "Wish I were more like him at times..especially when it comes to you..Cordelia."
"What has that.. man, got to do with you closing my door?"
"Mr. Reese would know instinctively..what to do at this moment. I, on the other hand find myself somewhat.." he shrugged minutely, the material of his expensive tweed jacket moving fluidly with his action. "at a loss."
She found herself..bothered by his statement, frustrated with herself for being so. "..You are never at a loss." She dismissed. "What are you about, Mr. Finch." She asked more than accused. "Why can't you ever just say what it is you mean instead of playing all these elaborate mind games?"
She knew she would never be in his league. No..she probably would never be on such a level.
"Because I fear.." Finch stated hesitantly. "If I did..you would reject my..proposals, perhaps."
Cordelia lifted her eyes to the heavens, seeing only the plaster on her ceilings. "Oh, yes..that is an ongoing problem with me." She half laughed at the absurdity. Then..she disgusted. "You and I both know, that I would do ANYTHING you asked..EVER! I am sooo tired of pretending otherwise." She snapped waspishly. "Don't pretend this is NEWS to you, Mr. Finch!" she dared him to do so. "REJECT YOU?...Oh..MY…GOD!" What a ludicrous notion!
"I did not say..me. I said." He took heart, her words delighting him, in truth. He tried not to show it. "My..proposals."
"Which are?" she spread her hands helplessly. "I am not a psychic!"
"It is something one does not simply..blurt out!" he snapped right back. "Give a person some..time."
He could feel her impatience, feeling the pressure. "..It is of a personal nature."
"Well..duh!" she rolled her eyes. "Are you saying you wish to have ..relations with me? I GET that already, Mr. Finch. I'm not totally stupid!"
The man shifted doubtful eyes but in the end. "And..you are agreeable?"
She gave him an old-fasioned..impatient glare.
"What is it you are wanting?" she eyed him suspiciously. "Is it like..weird?" she could do..weird, she supposed. "How..weird? Like..whips and chains weird? 'Spanking' weird?" she..stopped abruptly, the idea..not unpleasant at all, to her amazement.
"You wish." Harold read her expression, secretly amused and decidedly..turned on suddenly. "Granted, you have needed a good turn over the proverbial knee since day one but..no. It's a little more involved than..that..more's the pity."
Cordelia sighed heavily, whipping the tee over her head, sending it flying across the white coverlet of her bed. She wiggled out of her bottoms, kicking them off her bare feet. She stood, totally devoid of clothing, a definite challenge in her eyes. "Your Mr. Reese isn't the only one who can be..spontaneous." she ignored his reaction.
For once, Harold Finch was..speechless, his eyes taking in the phenomenal beauty standing so defiantly before him.
The flat little stomach..the beautifully formed breasts..the ..beautifully formed..breasts. The lean, slender legs..the tiny fluff of blonde hair covering her nether regions.
"You've seen it all before." She had more important fish to fry. She moved ..closer. "Tell me ..what it is you need."
She lifted her arms, her fingers gently removing his glasses, placing them on the crown of her head. She leaned against him, wrapping her arms about his neckline. The tweed was scratchy on her breasts.
She moved back, pouting prettily for him.
Harold ..removed his jacket, tossing it aside, his true interest..for her body. His eyes could not stop gazing upon such..sensual erotica.
"Would you like me to hang that for you?" she had watched the jacket's descent to the floor. She busied herself with slowly unknotting the bright red tie with the tiny polka dots he wore so effectively with his red silk vest.
"No." he dismissed impatiently, his hands reaching, encompassing the smooth flesh of her hips. He pulled her close, his mouth descending, his lips parting her full ones hungrily. "That is not what I would..like." he whispered his urgency directly into her parted mouth, his tongue flicking the very tip of her's gently, eliciting a soft sigh.
Cordelia gave herself over to the wondrous emotions surging through her body, returning the passion of his kiss wantonly. She enjoyed the feel of the cool silk against her body, crushed to the vest material by the strength of Finch's embrace.
She reveled in the intimacy she was sharing with Harold Finch. Minutes ago, she felt utter despair and numbing heartache, realizing the moments they had experienced this night might well be the very last time she would ever see him.
He had come to clear his conscience, perhaps, or simply to say his own type of farewell. She no longer cared, for she thought, now..she might have a tiny bit better understanding of his motives..or at least, she prayed as much.
She hated to do so, but she broke the kiss, gently disengaging from the warmth of his mouth. His scent surrounded her again and it was like Heaven to be so close but..she wanted to make sure he decided to stay that way.
"I think.." she nuzzled the slight scratch of his cheek lovingly, sighing her happiness. "I know what you are trying to say." She sought his gaze, her own open.. "Your mind is unique. It's only natural that you would require more stimuli than most men. What with the equations and ..mind boggling data which you process on any given day?" she had never thought about it in depth before. "Who said.. 'The more complex the mind, the greater the need for the simplicity of play.'?"
"Captain James T. Kirk." Harold chuckled lowly, his lips easing a searing path along the fragrant flesh of her throat, his breath sending chills of delight down her spine. He hugged the woman tightly, his hand cupping the small head, as he drank in the fresh flowery scent of her hair. "Yes..I am a highly advanced, superior being and all you puny humans should bow down to me and do obeisance." He leaned ever so slightly to catch her expression. " 'Mystery Science Theatre 3000'.." he 'quoted'.
Cordelia..grinned at his playfulness. "You are different though." She squirmed out of his hold, catching his hands, tugging him gently. "Your intellect probably craves distraction"
"You are a distraction." He indulged her, following slowly, his eyes all over her body. "One, I should by rights, my vast intellect dictates.. ignore completely."
She backed to the sink basin, grappling behind her to place his glasses safely in a nook, her fingers clumsy and unresponsive for her mind was bent on going back into his arms, her mouth searching desperately for his once more. She melted to his form, her lips flowering under his guidance.
Harold ran his palm down the plains of her back, his fingers spreading over the firm buttocks as he pushed her into his arousal, which was hard and throbbing already with only a few seconds under her lethal influence.
Cordelia squirmed about, lifting her bottom unto the basin. "Look..Mr. Finch." She ..slowly spread her leg, sliding it along the basin, propped slightly, her foot braced securely.
Finch followed her meaning, glancing at their reflection in the mirror that lined the entire length of the sink.
"I have fantasies too." She shared, her voice hesitant..She watched his face ever so carefully for signs of distaste. "I've always wanted to..see it happen."
Finch pulled his gaze from the awe-inspiring sight, their eyes meeting, holding sacredly.
"W-Would you..like that, do you think?" she asked breathlessly.
Harold could not prevent his eyes being drawn back to the incredulous sight revealed to him. He..reached slowly, his fingers ever so lightly trailing over the heated flesh of her moist vulva. He could not look away, even though the soft sound of her intake of breath demanded his attention.
He watched as he slid his index finger ever..so..slowly..into the wet, slippery cavern, feeling her contracting muscles grip and tighten about his appendage, heat engulfing the thickness.
He lifted a smoldering gaze, leaning to take a pert nipple into his mouth to suckle leisurely while he thrust his finger slowly ..higher into the sizzling depths.
Cordelia's body arched gracefully, her raspy breathing encouraging his 'play' even more so.
Harold removed his finger, smiling briefly for the totally devastating moan of dissention the woman offered. He wasted no time, however, unzipping his slacks, extracting his engorged penis, placing it at the very entrance of 'Heaven's Gate.'
He caught Cordelia's mouth mid gasp, his tongue imitating the motion he would rather be performing..elsewhere. "Watch." He commanded hoarsely, turning his own attention to the proceedings at 'hand'.
Cordelia's passion glazed eyes blinked languidly, obeying, her fingers clutching his shoulders in a tight grip, relying upon him for total support from all fronts.
Harold leaned slightly, his fingers grasping, guiding.. pushing his rod against the tight pressure of her opening which gave way easily, allowing the very tip of his dick to slip past the pink lips of her vaginal port.
Cordelia cried out weakly, shifting to better accommodate his actions, sliding farther off the sink, her fingers digging into the soft crisp cotton of his shirt. "Ohhh." The sight of the man's hands on himself stimulating her beyond scope.
She could not get her breath but then..she didn't really care, too caught up in the lascivious emotions Finch was creating within her body. "D-Deeper."
He silently concurred, his own throat too dry and harsh with pent-up energy. He thrust his hips slightly forward, embedding himself inch by inch into the liquefied lava of her quivering chamber, grunting brokenly as he witnessed his emersion.
Cordelia wrapped her legs about his waist, supporting herself with one propped hand, her other, grasping his collar for dear life. She lifted into his second thrust, whimpering despondently, her head falling back, the long blonde tresses escaping from the 'tie' about the strands, parts falling about her face and shoulders.
Finch supported her slight weight with one arm about her waist, the other under her thigh for he wanted a good view of their love making. He wanted to see. Some primitive inkling inside his mind triggering a deep seeded desire. One, he himself, was not even aware existed until this moment.
For once, he did not analyze..nor question, merely..allowed the emotions to guide him.
He could not get enough of seeing his shaft disappear time and time again into the hot, steamy haven, his blood heating, his pulse reacting, his mind welcoming the images..the sensations..
Cordelia's mouth was an extension of his own, her lips pulling his soul from his body which he gladly gave over. But he would break the contact abruptly, each time..needing to return to the visual stimuli afforded him.
He touched her, anywhere and everywhere he pleased, time and time again, the smooth, warm flesh delighting his senses. Private places..sensual places, which made him quiver with anticipation. To see his actions reflected back in the mirror only heightened the experience.
He gently massaged her clit, knowing he pleased her by the desperation in her moans, the slight catch of her breath against his cheek line, the long, drawn out mews of smothered denials lost in the hollow of his mouth as she sought his kiss repeatedly.
He felt her release come in waves of tiny quavering- like implosions which traveled along the sensitive flesh of his penis, pushing him over the edge of reason, his control snapping like a tightly wound coil of cable inside his stomach.
He reveled in the strangled outcry of ecstasy Cordelia emitted. She had called out his name in a reverent whisper of awe and gratitude, falling back, exhausted and sated.
Finch had never felt more like a man.
Taking his reward, for he had apparently, earned it. He gave way to the all encompassing emotions threatening to devour what remained of his soul.
His fluid exploded from the tip of his slit, filling the tiny space it fitted into with creamy lubricant which spilled out the sides of the humid little home he now occupied, and quite frankly, had no intension of vacating any time soon. He keyed his body down as best he could under the circumstances, grunting his completion, closing his eyes to better..savor.
For he was perfectly content here. All stress evaporating like a whiff of smoke in a strong breeze.
Harold lay his head on Cordelia's breast, the warm, plump cushion cradling him lovingly. He never wanted to leave such an inviting place, his arms holding tightly to her waist, but he felt himself grow slack, the woman restlessly wanting off her uncomfortable perch, he imagined. She squirmed slightly this way and that, trying to regain her composure and a stayhold on which to balance her precarious position.
Harold smiled indulgently, relinquishing his comfortable spot for more practical 'accommodations' for the girl.
Cordelia smiled at him, easing off the basin, her cheeks somewhat flushed, for her own boldness, he imagined. "..I will..shower." she strived for normalcy, achieving the goal to some extent. She did retrace her steps hastily, planting a sweet, lingering kiss on his mouth before..padding confidently to the small shower stall. "You..don't have to go, do you?" she hesitated, completely unconcerned for her state of nudity, seemingly. "I mean..right away?"
He shook his head, in reality, not about to miss this display of immodesty for the world. The man had put his 'weapon' away, while Cordelia was collecting her wits, and now stood, re-tucking his shirt into his slacks.
Cordelia's smile returned and she busied herself with the preparations. "I'm trying to hurry, but I'm all thumbs." She laughed self-consciously. "It's rather unnerving..having you watch me..bathe." she turned her head hastily. "but I want you to stay!" she reinforced the fact. "I don't mind..really." she flashed him a brilliant smile. "I'll only be a moment..promise." she twisted her hair up, securing it with a plastic clip or two. "I'm just so happy that you came over tonight." She was more than happy, her heart singing joyously. She lathered the shower gel unto her loofah, spilling too much of the vanilla/lavender liquid in her haste. "Ohh.." she cursed under her breath, rubbing the slippery stuff into the small tiles of her shower with her toes. "Damn." She hurriedly lathered her body, wondering what he would have thought of her had she not wasted all this time and instead, offered him some tea or something. Not that she had tea or..anything except wine in the house to offer. "Mr. Finch." She called back over her shoulder. "Would you like a glass of wine? I'm not proficient at this 'hostess' thing. I've not had much practice but.."
She felt his hands take the loofah from her unresisting ones, shocked beyond belief that..
"Perhaps..later." the man gently soaped her shoulders, watching his progress with a vested interest. He found, he enjoyed touching her, even in this capacity..especially..in this capacity.
Cordelia wanted desperately to..turn her head..but, she dared not do so. He was massaging her body and it felt so very…relaxing, wave upon wave of searing pleasure cascaded into her brain. No one had ever done that for her before and..it was simply..phenomenal.
"Y-You..don't have to ..do that." She thought a polite 'out' would be appropriate.
"Am I doing it incorrectly?"
"Ohhhhhh…no." she closed her eyes, instinctively leaning back unto him for support for she wasn't sure her legs could stand much more of the excruciatingly gratifying ..diversion. "OHHHHHH.." she bolted upright instantly, having felt his nudity. She stared straight ahead, frozen.. "I..thought you said. There were rules of..engagement."
"You have to see it sooner or later, Cordelia." Finch had to face it…sooner or later. "I would rather know..now."
He took her shoulders, turning her about.
The crystal eyes searched his frantically. She did not know what he expected of her exactly.
Harold leaned, taking her in his arms, his mouth parting her lips wantonly, his body pressed to her's. She felt his instant response, his penis lengthening between their bodies, laying rigidly against her abdomen.
She tip-toed, her tongue giving way to his more aggressive one and she moaned her contentment, her arms lifting, embracing his neckline tightly.
Harold's hand eased to her hip then traveled upward, capturing one heavy mound in his fingers. He kneaded the plumb,slick flesh lovingly. "touch it."
Cordelia's hand fluttered to his penis, the warm fingers wrapping around the thick base of his apparatus. Finch chuckled his glee. "..I meant..my leg."
"OHH!" she released his manhood, flushing heatedly. "OHH, I am so sorry, Mr…"
"HAROLD." He laughed throatily. "you just copped a feel..surely it's alright for you to refer to me by my given name NOW..?" he delighted in her pink cheeks. "..Cordelia." he tempered his mirth, taking her hands in his, kissing the small fingers. "If you don't like..Harold..choose something else."
She lifted subdued eyes. "…What?" she ignored the warm spray hitting her back and sides.
"Whatever you like." He was magnanimous, smoothing her hair from her face, leaning to lick a few droplets off her shoulders.
Cordelia racked her brain, her body reacting more to the hot hollow of his mouth on her than his statement. "..Harry?"
"No." he dismissed readily. "Over your dead body. I shall call Mr. Reese on the matter. He will knee-cap you for me. It is what he 'does', I am given to understand."
She sighed, then..lowered her eyes. She knew not to make a fuss or show any revulsion or.. She settled for..gently trailing her fingertips along the puckered, red, unsightly scar. She felt him stiffen but..he weathered her touch. She lifted empathetic eyes, tears swimming in the vulnerable depths, tears she dare not shed. "You have a very nice penis, Mr. Finch."
Finch..laughed sensually. "..Thank you..Ms. Fellows." He inclined his head regally, kissing the tip of her nose in open affection, grateful for her reaction. "It is at your disposal..just say 'when'."
The woman..began an erotic trail of soft, fleeting kisses, from his earlope, to this throat..unto his chest, licking the droplets of water occasionally..across his stomach..her tongue flicking into his belly button. She nuzzled the dark pubic hair surrounding his organ.
She knelt before him, the green eyes raised. Harold swallowed hard, watching the play of emotions across her beautiful face. "YOU..say 'when'..Mr. Finch."
Harold's fingers curled into the blonde curls, urging her..closer to his erection. "You don't have to do..this." he mimicked her former words, uncertain if he should ask more of her than had already been given. "I have never been more..fulfilled."
"Do I do it..incorrectly?"
"Shit no." he shook his head minutely. "God..no."
"Then..shut up, Mr. Finch." Cordelia suggested, albeit respectfully..leaning..forward.
EPILOG:
John Reese paced the floor, moving to and fro, like a caged tiger.
"Ohh, sit down. You're acting like a dad whose teenager has stayed out past curfew." Taylor Davidivitch, who had been pacing herself, on the opposite side of the room, snapped her growing disillusionment.
"Your little friend better not hurt Finch, is all I'm saying." Reese snapped right back, continuing his pacing.
"YOUR little friend better not hurt Cordelia, is all I'M saying, Mister ToughGuy!"
"Yeah..well." John was in no mood for semantics. "You haven't seen him these past weeks. She really did a number on him."
"Oh really..that is laughable." Davidivitch..laughed, albeit, sarcastically. "That poor child has been at her wit's end because YOUR guy was such an ass to her when he threw her aside like an old shoe! She hasn't eaten or slept! And it's all YOUR fault."
"MY fault?" John spread his hands out to his sides. "No..it's her fault. She didn't have enough sense to trust Finch even after we saved her life! He can't just forget something like that!"
Davidivitch threw up her hands. "Why did you leave them alone..maybe we should go over there..see if Cordelia is alright."
"You mean..see if FINCH is alright!"
The woman sighed impatiently. "Ohh, we're acting like idiots. They are both mature adults. They can work out their problems, surely. Without our interference." She chewed on her well manicured thumb nail, her expression..troubled.
"Yeah..yeah, you're right." Reese..resumed his pacing. "Harold would have my ass if I went back over there. He distinctly said to get lost."
"Well..what do we do?" Taylor was anxious. "I'm just one big bundle of nerves."
Reese..stopped pacing, cutting her a 'look'.. "yeah?"
She picked up on the 'something' in his tone and..those eyes were looking at her just 'so'..
"Oh, baby.." she pouted for him, easing her neckline this way and that. "I'm just so..tight." she shifted a seductive invitation, her fingers squeezing her nape.
"Hell..I KNOW that.." Reese cocked a brow. "Anything I can do to..help out?"
She ran a slow check on his body. "A few things come to mind."
John Reese..smiled slowly. He started forward in that cocky swagger he had about him. "Clue me in. I'm all ears."
"Not.." Davidivitch's eyes turned to flame. "All..I hope."
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