"I intend to do... this," Greg responded, very carefully sliding the blade beneath the waistband of her tight, tight panties. They hugged Gabriella's body close enough, he was afraid of cutting her. It didn't deter him though, and a moment later, one side of her pretty panties was sliced through, and he switched the knife to his other hand and did the same to the other.
Yanking yet another useless undergarment away, Greg held them up for a second, then brought them to his nose and inhaled her musky, sweet scent.
"Mmm. Ambrosia." he muttered, then let them fall to the floor.
Then, giving Gabriella a smile, he threw the knife toward her target. However, instead of actually hitting the target, the blade ended up embedding itself in the door, about four inches away from hitting the target at all. He saw that, gave Gabriella a shrug, then started to laugh.
They laughed a little bit over Greg's questionable aim.
"Good thing this wasn't a Vegas act, eh?" he chuckled, stepping in to the gorgeous nude woman standing before him, placing his hands on her shapely hips and kissing her.
When they separated, Greg looked down with amazement at the woman before him, for the moment all thoughts of what she was and the danger it put her in forgotten.
He felt something slick under one of his fingertips and glanced down at his hand.
"Shit. I don't think I was quite careful enough with that second cut," he told her, glancing down Gabriella's side. Sure enough, there was a little drop of blood oozing its way from a small cut on her hip.
Lowering himself to his knees, he investigated the wound and determined it to be superficial. Placing his mouth over the injury, he tasted the hot, salt metal of Gabriella's vitality.
It probably wasn't quite as sanitary as it could have been but this was a far more intimate gesture than getting out bandages and antibiotic cream.
When he felt he'd held his mouth to her skin long enough (not that he couldn't have happily kept his lips in contact with her body for far longer), he stood once more and again held Gabriella close, his lips once more seeking hers.
Once he stood back up and their lips met again she curled against him her arms slithering around his neck and shoulders forgetting everything but the two of them. Once the kiss broke she smiled.
We just can't seem to stick to any script tonight can we pet? But it is fun isn't it lover? What does the officer think?
A slight giggle as she went through all the various "scripts" they have danced over this time playing and loving.
"Actually, I think the script's being written for us, and we're just following it with no control over it. The plus side is that all these other people we're dealing with are at its mercy, too, but the minus side is that we have no idea where it's going until we find ourselves playing our role in it."
He picked Gabriella up and carried her to the bed.
"For now, I think it's saying we should curl up on the bed and play."
He held Gabriella tight. "Yeah. Especially Vince."
Greg just stood there a minute with her, darkness threatening to steal over him and this wonderful, playful moment they hadn't had in what seemed such a long time.
With a force of will that was hard to dredge up at that moment, he nonetheless managed to push that darkness away. He wasn't sure if Braddock was able to handle the entire situation single-handed, but one thing was sure, if Gabriella's assessment of his abilities was any indication: he'd at least be able to wear them down a few notches.
His concerns brushed to the side for the moment. He suddenly scooped Gabriella off the floor and tossed her on the bed, following right behind and burying his face between her legs. His crotch was in her face but he didn't know if she'd do anything about that. It didn't really matter, because his goal was to make her cum and cum, regardless.
She tensed for a bit as Vince had been brought up but relaxed and toyed with him as he hovered over her.
Braddock had been surgically careful to make sure his questions got answered and his presence remained ghost. He found himself pulling around past Gabriella's place but quickly reminding himself that Greg was not anything like his late sisters cop other half and went back to work with renewed determination.
Near dawn a text came through from Braddock to Greg.
I have a couple of leads and a couple of corpses... The leads shaky the corpses... Unavoidable. Sorry.
The sex was unhurried. As suspected, Gabriella didn't take the bait of his cock in her face, but nevertheless, Greg lapped her fabulous pussy to three orgasms before he finally moved around and slid his cock home in her wonderful warmth.
They fell asleep in each other's arms, Gabriella feeling at least somewhat safe for the first time in a while. For all her tough girl bit, as Greg had observed before, there was still a frightened young girl walled in behind this tough woman act. There was no doubt that Gabriella was one kickass bitch, but at her core, there was a scared child that he had seen far too many times in the last few weeks. And it wasn't that Greg wanted the tough-as-nails Gabriella all the time, either. He liked when she showed her vulnerable side, at least to him. However, when the frightened girl came out, no matter small a package she'd been shoved into, she stepped all the way out and wore that hardass bitch like a second skin, till Tough Girl was nowhere to be seen.
When morning came, Greg checked his phone, as he did every morning. The one he was most curious about was the one from Gabriella's brother.
Leads: shaky. No surprise there. Corpses: unavoidable. Fuck. Still, it wasn't unexpected. Considering the people they were dealing with Greg had known this particular omelet wouldn't be made without cracking eggs. The only thing he could hope for is that the omelet would only be a small one before the main course was brought in and finished.
He couldn't dwell on the dead bodies. The only hope he really had is that the dead were on the side of the people who really deserved to be punished, and that they weren't collateral. He knew Braddock would try to avoid taking out bystanders, but the unfortunate part about a war is that innocent people tend to get caught in crossfires all the time.
Gabriella was still asleep. Greg had gotten used to that. Still, he roused her and showed her the phone.
God, she looked good, even with the haze of sleep still around her. He hoped they'd be able to have another session before he had to go, but would be completely understanding if it didn't happen.
Having her brother around to help keep the wolves at bay was helping to relax Gabriella. Greg had few illusions that Braddock was going to take care of the whole situation on his own, but at least for the moment, he was keeping the people who needed keeping away... away.
When Vince was actually found, Greg wondered if it would be on their terms or his. If his, he suspected there would be a lot less gloating and a lot more action. If theirs, he suspected it would be necessary for him to walk away, because the things Gabriella would do to the man wouldn't be suitable for a cop to witness and not do something about.
But until that time, Gabriella was horny, and that was the way Greg liked her best. At her "more" comment, Greg simply smiled and asked, "What kind of more?"
Well, fuck. That was a command Greg had no intention of disobeying. He pressed himself into Gabriella's luscious curves a little tighter and kissed her...
Her body undulated against him as they kissed and snuggled. Her legs moving to wrap around him. Slowly directing their bodies till she could feel him ready to sink deep within her and shifting one last time she was sitting straddle of him and began to tease preparing to ride
With her usual skill and grace, Gabriella ended up straddling Greg's hips, her hot, wet slit poised to swallow his eager hard-on. Greg loved having her in this position - not that he disliked her in any position whatsoever, but he especially enjoyed being able to watch her body's gyrations as she fucked. He dearly loved the way her ample breasts swsyed and bounced as she made them both feel incredible. And with her like this, he had a spectacular seat for viewing her tremendous orgasms.
He just laid back and let her slide her gorgeously wet slit up and down his stiffness, moans escaping his throat at the amazing feeling of her warm wetness slipping around on his ready cock.
"Fuck me, Gabriella. Fuck me, baby," he coaxed as she teased him in the most wonderful way...
Greg knew Gabriella didn't need to encouragement. She was going to ride him as far as her orgasm could take her, and then likely ride some more, maybe until he came. It didn't really matter to him. Hell, she could slide up his body and tell him to clean her up after and he would happily do so for her. He just wanted to please her.
"God, you feel so good. Don't stop, baby. Don't ever stop."
God, this was good. It seemed like practically forever since they'd fucked like this, unhurried, with nothing in the back of their minds but each other's pleasure.
Greg reached for Gabriella's tits and began to knead. God, he loved her tits. Then again, he loved every fucking inch of her, especially the warm, wet hole that currently had his cock in a tight headlock. Yeah, she was going to make him cum pretty soon, but he didn't really care. He'd just keep fucking, he'd eat her, whatever she wanted to do, he was ready to comply...
His hands on her breasts only urging her on as she gasped flinging her face forward to look him in the eyes. Her eyes half lidded locking on his her hands moving to his hands on her breasts as she rode and ground against him. She knew that they were far more than just their phenomenal sex but in this moment this was what they needed and wanted.
"That's it, baby. Cum on me. God, I love it when you use my body to make you cum."
Greg knew Gabriella was close. It was good. It seemed like a hell of a while since she'd really let herself go the way she appeared to be right at the moment. He didn't really even care if he came, as long as he gave her as many orgasms as she wanted...
My god, Greg loved watching Gabriella climax. It was, hands-down, the sexiest thing he'd ever seen in his entire life. He felt a sense of great pride knowing he was the one to make her feel so fucking good. If he only ever got to see one thing the rest of his life, he would want it to be this.
Just as her orgasm began to subside, Greg grabbed her hips and began to thrust himself up into her, making sure to give a good, hard bump to her clit on each in stroke.
She just stared into his eyes as he thrust lips parted her breathing trying to return to normal. Her hips moving now with him to regain that build up to bliss.
Yes...
Everything else forgotten for now as they again continued in their singular paradise together.