He Shoots, She Yaps

Someone was calling Harris on his radio. She answered. The caller was their hostess.

"Hi Charlotte -- it's Stacy. I've been wearing your snow gear, riding your snow mobile, using your hot shower and chalet and am now drinking your red wine."

"That's great and enjoy including bouncing on the bed tonight. Media teams are arriving and screaming for you two but there's no show of them getting up to you tonight so stay put and same with the cops who demanded that Cliff go up and bring you down. He gave the sergeant the keys to a snowmobile and told him to help himself. There was a crack of thunder and zap of lightning and the cop mumbled he'd wait to see what tomorrow brings and went off with his team to interview witnesses and fortunately for you two there were several."

"We know thank goodness. Now about this reference to bouncing on the bed..."

"Shhhhh Stacy. Our big secret. He's done it to me there on a couple of occasions and you are the only person I've told. Just open up and be happy. People can think what they like but unless you confess they'll never are quite sure."

"You're lovely Charlotte. Looking forward to meeting you tomorrow. I suggest the cops at 9:30 with a break at 10:30 for a media conference."

"Sounds about right to me. Just push the off switch top right on the hand piece. Don't alter the channel."

"Understand. Bye."

The room was warm and Harris entered only wearing his boxers. "Can we fuck before dinner?

"God you're course, " she said softly, as he went on to his knees and looked up at her, not quite pleading. She sighed and slowly untied the belt of her robe.

Clearing away after dinner and coffee, they climbed the ladder to the loft bedroom.

"Please Harris, lovely and slow. What we had before dinner was pure lust and I hit the wall, awash in a torrent."

"We were carried away by passion, eager to know how good each other was."

"Were we good?"

"We were good. Clamp me with your cunt like that again and you are in danger of having me for life."

Stacy stroked his face and said that was reckless talk.

"Well, let's see what the night and early morning brings."

They kissed slowly, neither in a hurry to get down into real business.

Harris lifted both breasts by the nipples until the nipples stretched. "Do you like me, even just a little?"

"When you were deep inside me before dinner I liked you very much, as near as likening any man other than my father."

"Wow."

"When I saw the flash of gunmetal from the guy beside my window early this afternoon and then saw a bullet hole appear in his forehead I knew what you'd done for me. I think right at that moment I loved you and then the fucking blood spurted all over me. Christ."

"I know, take it easy. Had there been another way I didn't have time to find it. You were amazing how you came back and downed that guy about to riddle my back with his machine gun."

"Darling there is something I want you to know (neither of them seemed aware of Stacy's use of the D-word). You couldn't see it, He was falling away, probably dying, as my first shot went through his ear hole and into his brain."

Harris stared at her and then: "Please do this for me: I never want you to mention that particular scenario ever again. You obviously didn't tell those security interrogators that the guy fell away and made no mention of that in your email that I read before you sent it off to HQ. You said you put two bullets into the mortally wounded guy as he sat up to machinegun me. That will be my story to the police and I invite you to collaborate it and to the media. It's intent that counts -- you weren't to know that guy would fall away and I bet you didn't fully comprehend that was happening until after the event. The whole episode was just one continuous blurred motion. We're probably talking here about me being a fiftieth of a second away from death. You're known as a hard bitch, not a moron who pumped two slugs into a killer who had that final black curtain falling in front of his eyes. Had he made his penultimate move a quarter of a second earlier he'd had plenty of time to riddle me with bullets. Why was he carrying a light machinegun Stacy?"

In a weak voice Stacy said because he was a killer.

"At that second you fired that first shot Stacy, what was he attempting to do?"

"Kill you. All right -- it was a hair's breath difference -- I'll tell it how I thought it was, not actually how I saw it on first recall."

"Are you sure you are comfortable about that?"

"Yes, it won't make any difference to anyone else and fellow female agents may tease me for saving an asshole but say they'd like to have me beside them in a situation. It will be good for internal morale."

"Very good. Firing those two shots to save me is how I'll always remember you Stacy. Please remember that."

"Okay, now I really would like to be fucked."

As the strong shaft of the man, who earlier that day had unquestionably saved their lives, with friction electrified the sensitive spots while plumbing her depths, Stacy knew she could love this man. If only he'd give her the opportunity to remain alongside her with weeks, perhaps months, until he learned about her love without having to be told. As she lay over his chest, back on to him and pushed back down on to his slow moving piston, suspending herself on her hands, he with one hand supporting her lower back and his other hand sending the area around her clit into near riot she cried. The soft tears where the first time she'd ever cried over a man apart from at funerals.

She squeezed.

He groaned and picked up the pace.

She yelled into her climax and he followed within seconds.

After gathering her breath Stacy flipped around and kissed him. Pulling back a little Harris stared at her and then pulled her down and gently kissed her eyes.

"Are you falling in love with me?"

"Yes."

"Thought so. It will not be wasted effort. You know if we live together HQ will not partner us -- department policy."

"Yes, I know. But that's a minor downside. Because of your bravery and coping so well under duress, the district commander and his management team will probably promote you to training officer anyway. Your college degree major was education."

"And you?"

"My thinking is promotion to senior field officer. Management knows the team needs one bad boy that other agents can groan about and warn rookies if they are male not to lend me money and if female to report me immediately if I dare touch their tits. Management knows I'm lousy at filing reports, following procedures and am insubordinate but they know as far as tactics go I set the standards for others to try to attain."

"God Harris, you don't half fancy yourself. Trying to make yourself into a legend before you turn forty are you?"

Harris grinned. "That's another little secret between you and me sweet one. Now, while waiting to revive, let's talk tactics for the media conference. We need to be modest when talking bravely about how we made the right calls and acted instinctively because of the wonderful training we received and how our special services district commander and his deputies keep us on our toes and brief us brilliantly and supply us with the latest equipment incorporating the latest technologies."

"But that's all lies," Stacy yelped. "Our briefings and equipment are a joke and are technology is two to ten years out of date."

"Yes of course darling but after we speak to the media, TV in-depth news programs, newspaper weekend features and magazines will be rushing HQ to investigate our operations to bring to the public was a wonderful support we are for the Government to our diplomatic corps. HQ with the support of Government through its subcommittee in charge of funding us and monitoring performance will rush to update equipment, vehicles and technology so that we are cast as the cutting edge of security in this country."

"Christ Harris," Stacy said, eyes narrowing. "Who can trust you? You have the cunning and drive and field experience with the political drive to become our district commander's successor.

Harris looked at Stacy, proud to note her ability to make incisive assessments so he decided to spur her along. "You know sweetheart to turn to key to attain that position it's a requirement for me to be married."

"Oh really," Stacy said. "I can help you there you lovely man. You know I have myriads of qualities that could assist you in your career."

She talked on and her hero fell asleep.

THE END