Another Move Forward
"Aaaaah! Aaaaah! I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night."
Wren opened her eyes and listened to Bonnie Tyler sing, "He's gotta be strong. And he's gotta be fast. And he's gotta be fresh from the fight," as she tried to remember where her cell phone was. 'Oh yeah charging in the kitchen.' She pushed the covers off her body and looked at the clock. 'Yuck, not even three hours of sleep. No one ever calls with good news at seven-thirty.'
She moved to get out of bed and fell with a loud thud onto the black and white rug next to her bed. It was a nice rug and very soft for falling, Wren discovered. She and Drev had purchased it at a Chinese New Year celebration. It was a large ying-yang with the characters of the Chinese Zodiac around the edge.
"God damn, son of a bitch." She kicked the offending sheet away from her feet and pushed herself up. She looked over at Drev; he slept soundly. "Fuck."
"And it's gotta be soon. And he's gotta be larger than life. Larger than life." She padded to the kitchen in her little black lace panties. Drev's influence made it possible for her to walk mostly naked through the house, and not remember she was naked. She made it to the kitchen only to stub her toe on the corner of the door way.
"Fuck!" She picked the phone up from where it was singing, vibrating, and flashing it's way around the counter.
"Yes. What? Hello?"
The Italian-accented tenor that filtered through her phone made her forget to be cross at the hour, and she smiled. "Wren? It's Paulie."
Wren turned around and levered herself up onto the counter. "Hey Paulie, what's up?" Over the last few months, he called to keep her updated on his progress regarding the finding of the guy that had terrorized her for over a year. So far he'd not found him, but it had been over four weeks since they'd last talked and she was anxious to know what he'd been doing.
"We found him!"
Wren sat up straight and smacked her head against the upper cabinet "Ow, shit!"
"You ok?"
"Fine. What did you say?"
"We found him. We have the guy."
"You're fucking kidding me Paulie! That's great! Give me the skinny." She reached down and pulled a note pad and pen out of the drawer below her.
"Ok, here's how it's going to go down. I've pulled in the Staties and they want to hook this shark tonight. I need you to arrive at the airport here by 7:30 with a good cover, and provide your own transportation. You got a good cover you can use Wren?"
"Yes, I do. The university has been near spastic trying to book Drev for their little student interview thing. They called just yesterday to see if we could come tomorrow, so I'm covered."
"Ok, then let me break the rest of this down for you. When you arrive at base camp around 8:00 you will be given some gear and escorted by a fine officer up to where we will be evacuating the occupants of the building."
"Whoa, you're evacuating the building? You think he's going to blow it up or something?"
"What we've been doing is pretending your sudden disappearance was due to kidnapping. Only me, you, your folks, boss, and the police know better. So we questioned this guy cause he fit the profile and he got kinda hostile on us. We know he owns at least one weapon - we found it when we searched his place."
Wren shook her head. Paulie managed to surprise her every time he called, but this... She shook her head again. "Ok, tell me the rest."
"I'll lay it out then I'll give you details when you get here."
"Ok"
"We've been watching this guy for the last three weeks and he never deviates from his schedule. We know that tonight he will arrive home at 8:00 PM; at which point he will shower. Meanwhile, we will be clearing out the two other apartments on his floor. He then makes himself dinner and eats while he looks through one of seven photo albums - no dear, you do not want to know what is in those albums.
"Then he washes his dishes and does about ten minutes of sit-ups and push-ups. At this time we will clear the floor below him. Since he's on the top floor of the building we don't have to worry about people above him. Then he settles down for a few hours watching videos of questionable content. We plan to knock on his door while his pants are still buttoned."
"Ew"
"I know. When we bring him out, we'll walk him by where you are standing so you can watch us put him in the cruiser. You'll be free to go back to base camp and Drev can take you some place quiet. You'll need to go into the station and answer some questions tomorrow, and file a formal complaint after you look over the evidence gathered. Ok, Wren?"
"Yeah, I'm ok. I've written everything down, but if I have any questions I'll call. I'm just glad it's over. I want to be able to stop driving twenty minutes to get my mail and I want to use my real name again."
"You can, very soon, sugar, very soon. Call me if you need me."
"Thanks Paulie, bye" The phone went dead in her hand. Paulie never said good bye. She flipped the little purple phone shut and put it back on the counter. What she wanted to do right that moment was crawl into bed and cry into Drev's shoulder and be cuddled. What she was going to do was make plans and book flights, hotels, and cars. She hopped down from the counter and rubbed absently at the back of her head. Picking up the cordless phone, she headed into the living room and powered up her lap top. Drev had bought it for her when she finally agreed to work for him. So far it was working well and she had zero overhead so her entire salary went into the bank.
She pulled up the calendar and her virtual little black book and looked up the number for the university. Twenty minutes later she had
> him booked for Behind the Studio Glass, a sort of talk show forum that the university recorded once a month and sent tapes to other music departments of other schools, giving the students an opportunity to get to know singers and song writers on a more personal level. She also book a private jet company for a 5:00 flight out of the Nachton International Airport for arrival in Michigan at 7:20, as well as a room booked at the plaza and limos to and from the air ports. She tore off her information sheet and quickly wrote Drev a very detailed note covering everything Paulie had said, the plans she'd made, and a request not to wake her until around 2:00 as she was setting her alarm.
She put the note on his lap top, and since Drev was sleeping soundly in her room, she went into his and pulled out his leather Armani overnight bag and packed some things for him quickly. Returning her own room, she quietly did the same for herself before crawling into bed beside Drev.
He instinctively turned over and spooned her body, his long arm snaking around her small hip and tucking his hand between her thighs to rest lightly on her pubic mound. It had taken some getting used to him wanting to sleep like that, but now she couldn't seem to get to sleep if he didn't. 'Weird.' She reached up and reset her alarm before falling back into a sound sleep, snuggled into the solid warmth of her roommate, lover, boss and friend.
Still it was a surprise for him to still be snoozing beside her. She pushed the button on the back of her alarm clock, and gently disengaged Drev's arm from her body. She'd shower then wake him and fill him in. 'No he'd rather wake the half hour sooner.'
She sat back down on the bed and gave Drev a soft nudge on the arm.
"Drev, it's time to wake up, you sleepy head."
"What's up?" He leaned over and kissed the closest patch of her bare skin that he could reach before rolling onto his back with a sigh. She didn't usually wake him up. She usually let him sleep; but then he didn't usually sleep for over ten hours, either. Softly rubbing her bare thigh, Drev smiled up at her as he gave himself a chance to wake up fully.
"Well I have some really good news."
Wren swallowed and then cleared her throat, she was suddenly scared and excited and nervous all at the same time.
"Paulie found the guy. Our flight to Ann Arbor leaves at five o'clock. I'm going to go shower, you can read all the details on the note I left on your laptop, or you can join me in the shower and I'll tell you while you wash my hair."
Wren had let her hair grow out since moving to Nachton and it was now past where her bra strap would lay if she had one on. she could reach around behind herself and pet the silky softness of it. It's length was new for her as she'd kept her hair above her shoulders for years. When she'd mentioned cutting her hair, Drev had commented on liking it long and so she'd left it; not because he had asked or demanded she leave it, but out of a desire to please him in some small way. 'Sick, I know, but it makes me happy to see him sigh when he runs his fingers through all that black silk.'
"That's great!" he said, sitting up to give Wren a kiss and a hug. He ran his fingers through her dark locks, enjoying the feel of silk through his fingers. "I'll let you tell me in the shower. But don't be surprised if I do more than wash your hair." Grinning broadly, he gave her another kiss before climbing out of bed and pulling her along to the bathroom.
She knew what Drev implied when he said he would do more than wash her hair. Every so often she would wonder if she'd stumbled on to a nymphomaniac, and that he was unable to control his need to fornicate...often. Then again if she said no, he didn't push. He'd simply kiss her and go put in a movie or pick up his current book, or cuddle up next to her and go to sleep. He never asked if their coupling the night before had been a bit vigorous, and she was a bit sore. Nor did he ask when she was on her period. Not that she ever said anything to him, he just seemed to know. How, she didn't know, as the things she used didn't leave trash or mess behind. She winkled her nose at the thought.
Maybe she was still naive, but she figured most couples had sex as often as she and Drev, but she had no basis for comparison. She hoped other people enjoyed the level of closeness and pleasure that she and Drev did. It was intoxicating to say the least, even if she did worry she might not ever completely satisfy his appetite.
She turned to him as the shower splashed on. She smiled at him and closed the small distance between them to lay a soft kiss on his lips.
"I have to warn you, you aren't going to like everything I tell you about the next two days."
He couldn't help but wonder what it was about Wren that turned him on so much. Sure she was a very attractive woman. But there was something else, something beneath the surface that seemed to pull at him. Whatever it was made her nearly irresistible.
After a long, sensual kiss, he peeled his lips away from hers and held her with both hands on her waist, keeping her hips tight against him. Lust and desire kindled in his eyes as he looked down at her. Then without warning, he lifted her up. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and he carried her into the downpour of hot water, kissing her collarbone and the base of her neck along the way.
"You have to do that Behind the Studio Glass thing we've been avoiding. And you don't get to come with me to the arrest. The cops want you to stay at their little base camp dealie. And...mmm, God, stop. I'm trying to talk."
He was rubbing his stiffened member along the slick skin of her ass and it made her writhe and lose her train of thought. She moaned softly and lay pressed her lips to his, flicking her tongue along his lower lip until he opened for her. She slipped her tongue in his mouth and explored while her tongue danced with his.
She could never seem to get enough of his kisses and she explored as often as she could. She'd long since memorized every inch of him, yet every kiss seemed like the first and she was forced to explore and learn him all over again.
"I'm listening," he said as he tilted his hips slightly to stroke his stiffening member along the slippery smooth skin of her ass. When her mouth pressed against his, he welcomed it eagerly. Wren was a great kisser, and she knew how to use her tongue to arouse him even further. After a long moment, he peeled his lips from Wren's and was trying to tilt his hips enough to allow him to enter her, but they were too close and he was too long.
"Where did they find the guy?" he asked, wanting her to keep talking while he tried to penetrate her. He lifted her up a little higher on his waist. He reached around and under her and took hold of his erection. As he kissed her neck and jaw, he was able to finally get enough room and-- with a moan stifled against Wren's neck, the head of his cock slipped eagerly into her deliciously damp cleft.
"I don't know. Paulie said he'd..mmm...give me details when I get there. All I know is that he reacted badly to being questioned. See they...oh..."He finally entered her and she had to take several deep breaths. She could do this. If he wanted mundane chat during sex, she could do it...well she thought she could. She'd give it a damn good try any way.
"They, um, pretended my disappearance was a kidnapping and questioned him cause he fit the profile and he got all hostile on them. So they're doing this...mmm Drev." He'd moved her hips so that just the head of his erection was inside her. She had no idea how he managed to do that while they were standing, but then again he had this unreal strength, so that might explain it.
"This um SWAT invades the compound thing, and like evacuating his building and I have to wear 'gear.' "
"Oh, fuck!" he exclaimed in a deep grunt when he slid all the way into her unexpectedly sudden. He stood panting against her a moment, then tilted his head up for a quick, but very passionate kiss.
"Sorry," he said into her mouth with a soft, gentle thrust into her slippery heat. "Why are they going to all this trouble for one guy? Why don't they just take a couple cops and haul the guy in?"
"Something about him being armed. I don't think Paulie was telling me everything. My guess is he can't give me all the details over the phone. He said he'd tell me everything when I get there. I assume we'll have time since I'm arriving on scene a freaking hour before they drag his ass out."
He was moving in her again and she gripped her hands against his slick shoulders and dug her nails in. She didn't like hurting him, but it was the only thing she could do to keep her place, and he seemed to like it. Not that she ever did enough damage to hurt him and he was fine in a couple of hours, not even bruises. She had asked once and he'd told her he was just a fast healer. She didn't really have any reason to disbelieve him.
She moved her legs just enough to give herself some leverage and was able to join in on the party by meeting his thrusts with her own.
"I have to go in tomorrow and give my statement and look at all the evidence. I'm not looking forward to that part. I'm guessing that eventually I have to testify in court. I'm...oh god...sure they'll tell me when that is."
"And I'm gonna be... mmmm.... I'm gonna be speaking at the college while you're taking this guy down?" She had moved her hips just a little bit and was now meeting his long, slow thrusts with thrusts of her own, and it felt exquisite. Their skin was wet and slppery; Drev loved the way her breasts felt against his chest.
"No, you'll be with me. Only you can't get as close as me. Paulie says you have to stay at base camp. I think he's afraid they won't have a bad guy if you get any closer. The college is tomorrow night our flight is scheduled for after the taping we should be home by two or three the following the morning."
She pushed against his thrusts and she wasn't sure just how long she would last.
He slowed his hips again so that he could give Wren a long, deep kiss. While his strong tongue fondled hers, he suddenly began pistoning rapidly inside her. He felt the air rush out of his lungs in a gutteral moan, and he had to take his mouth away from Wren's. He looked into her eyes as he fucked her against the wall, and in that moment, she was more beautiful than he'd ever seen her.
Her lips met his and she let herself go with his thrusts. He felt amazing inside of her. He was a very big man, and the first time she'd ever had the courage to look at him...down there...it had scared the shit out of her. She'd spent the rest of the evening trying to figure out how the hell he fit, and why it didn't hurt like holy hell and trying really really hard not to cry and failing. He'd held her and rocked her and told her some silly story about a cat that got stuck on a fence post.
She opened her eyes when he tore his mouth from her's and she looked into those icy blue eyes, so like her own. She saw something there and she had no idea what it was. It consumed his eyes and put something into his gaze that frightened her and made her feel wanted, cherished and goddess like all at the same time. She would one day figure out how he did things like that when they were in the midst of something so carnal as fucking against the shower wall, while the water steamed around them.
Her body went limp pinned as it was, between him and the wall.
"We should probably get clean now, so that we can eat and dress before it's time to leave for the airport. But I can't move."
The limo was arriving at 4:00 they should have enough time...no really.
"Margaret Thatcher naked on a cold day. Margaret Thatcher naked on a cold day."
"So what's going on?" Drev asked as he stepped out of the shower, wrapping the towel around his waist. He turned the exhaust fan on and went about brushing his teeth.
She handed the lotion bottle to Drev and gave him her back. Facing away from him she could voice her concerns and not look as weak. She bowed her head as his strong hands began to rub lotion on her back.
"I'm scared, Drev. I'm not sure I really even want to know who it is, you know?"
with you while I'm around." He turned her around to face him, a broad smile on his lips.
"You'll be fine. It'll hurt like a bitch when the knife comes out, but that pain won't last."