The Marshal Pt. 04

She opened her eyes. Rob's apartment was the smallest she'd ever been in. It was almost ironic that a man as big as Rob lived in such a tiny space. He seemed like a happy person, but his apartment made her think he was lonely. The space was barren and austere, with no mementos or pictures of family. There wasn't room for a lot of stuff, but there was nothing.

Even though his space was small, it was clean, and the view out of the two large windows was of the park across the street, a view that few New Yorkers could claim. His apartment was tucked in the rafters of the building, giving the space an interesting layout, and it very much fit him... simple and unassuming, but interesting in its own way.

She rolled over to watch him sleep. Her movement disturbed him, causing him to roll to his back with a soft sigh. He was still sleeping, his face relaxed. She began to flood as her gaze traveled the length of him. She had no clothes other than those she'd been wearing when she ran, so she'd slept naked, and Rob had done the same. She wanted him. She wanted him more than any man she'd ever been with. She began kissing his chest, her lips delighting in the peaks and valleys of his form as her fingers slalomed the ridges of his stomach on the way to their destination. She touched his manhood, drawing a fingernail lightly along his length, and smiled as he instantly began to harden, even in his sleep. The man was a fucking machine.

She began kissing down his body, wanting, needing, new memories to replace those that were haunting her. As she kissed and licked lower, he groaned and stretched. He was coming around. He wasn't fully hard, but she didn't care. She took him into her mouth, his deep groan as he pushed his hips up her reward.

"Fuck," he murmured as she battered the head of his cock with her tongue, his voice thick and slow with sleep, and God was it sexy.

He continued to swell and harden as she held him in her mouth, his growing arousal turning her on profoundly. He was steel hard as she lunged down him, taking him as deep as possible. She was proud of her ability to swallow a man, but even still, he was a challenge and almost more than she could handle. Almost. He groaned again, his hands pushing her down as his hips rose from the bed again, his sounds of passion so... fucking... sexy. She held him deep as long as she could, until she could no longer control her gag reflex and desperately needed to breathe, before she forced her head back against his gentle press. She sucked in a breath before plunging him into her mouth again, his soft bark of pleasure followed by a low sustained growl that made her ache for him.

When she could take him no more, she lunged back with a cough. She tried to swallow him again, but before she could, he pulled her around, gently manhandling her like she weighed almost nothing as he lifted her and placing her legs to either side of his head. She was fully aware of what he could do with his wickedly skillful lips and tongue, and her desire surged even more. She kissed down his shaft as he drew her pussy to his mouth, his tongue darting and slithering into all her secret places as his lips teased.

She'd taking care of her needs a few of times since they'd parted, replaying their encounters in her mind and imagining new ones, but nothing could compare to having him with her. Almost immediately she could feel her orgasm beginning to form. It was like their first time together all over again, when he'd made her come almost immediately. She sagged over him and began rocking her hips, unable to remain still, the pleasure of his kiss stealing her strength and will. Moaning softly, she held the tip of his cock in her mouth, breathing hard and fast through her nose while pumping his saliva slickened shaft rapidly between her finger and thumb, trying to control her rising rapture, but being slowly overwhelmed all the same.

He groaned into her pussy as he began slowly pumping his hips. They were destroying each other, and her moan joined his as their kisses became more and more impassioned. They lost themselves in their lovemaking, their grunts, moans, and sighs filling the small apartment with sound.

Her orgasm began to press in as it wrapped her in its enveloping embrace. She pushed against the pleasure, puffing and blowing as she moaned and hissed hard and deep, fighting the rising tide of her orgasm. She tried to pull away, wanting to save her orgasm until he was inside her, but he held her fast, his lips and tongue probing and dancing in her wetness. With a moan, she swallowed him, his soft grunt of pleasure adding to her strain.

She tried to pull away again, but he tightened his grip on her, forcing her to surrender to her body. She rose to stand on her knees, her back arching as she was consumed with electrifying pleasure. Panting as if she'd just run a marathon, her face twisting in erotic agony as he sucked on her clit, the crackling pleasure became so intense it bordered on pain.

She meant to say, 'Fuck... you're making me come,' but the only sounds to escape her were some meaningless growling garble as she became incandescent with bliss. Her climax rushed through her, causing her to throw her head back with bared teeth and to grip her breasts, her body stiff and quivering as she strained against the torrent of carnality cascading through her.

She fell over him with an inarticulate groan of relief as her orgasm washed out of her, but Rob wasn't done with her yet. She'd just gripped his cock, intending to take it into her mouth, but she was sluggish, still struggling to command her body after one of the most intense orgasms of her life.

Before she could swallow him, he roughly rolled her off him. Moving quickly, he spun her around on her back, spread her legs, and lunged into her. She wailed in pleasure, his hard deep plunge sending a towering wave of pleasure careening through her. He began driving into her hard and fast, his soft grunts and gasps of pleasure and effort speaking of his own desires.

"Oh my fucking... God!" she wailed quietly as a second orgasm arrived from nowhere, crashing over her in a tidal wave of pleasure.

Mewling, she began to quiver as she gripped his strong, protective arms, her soft wail of ecstasy loud in the quiet of the night. With a grunt, he lunged deep and held himself there, grinding his cock into her so that it hit her just right to drive her orgasm on. Her back arching, she wailed again as her nails dimpled the taut muscles of his arms, her body alive as she shivered through another world-ending, brain melting orgasm.

Then suddenly her orgasm was gone, leaving her awash and swirling helplessly in the aftermath of her twin raptures. She lay panting, unable to move, unable to speak. He fell over her, propping on his elbows to support his weight while holding her snug and warm as he kissed her deeply, passionately, the long, deep caresses of his lips renewing her strength.

"Wow!" she finally gasped as she tried to gather her scattered wits.

It wasn't the sexiest thing she'd ever said, but she was still crackling with power of her orgasms and had no control of her body or her voice. It was fortunate that, after the orgasm induced brain damage she'd just suffered, that she was able to speak at all.

He smiled down at her, and she could tell he was quite pleased with himself, the sexy shit. He rose on his strong arms and began pumping into her again, not as hard and fast as before, but the twist of his face as he threw his head back, his mouth slowly opening in a silent scream, told her everything she needed to know.

"Do it!" she challenged. "Fuck me until you come."

With a violent shake of his head, he began pounded into her with greater purpose, his soft grunts of effort as he took her thrilling her deeply. She was wasted, spent, unable to come again, but she still enjoyed the feel of him moving inside of her.

"Shit," he snarled with another violent shake of his head, the word trailing off into that sexy growl he had.

"Don't you stop fucking me! Don't you stop!"

He pulled his wonderful cock out long enough to tip her up onto a hip, straddle her leg, and clasp her upper leg to his chest before driving into her again. She propped on an elbow to watch him fuck her, his face twisted in sweet torture. His cock was hitting her sweet spot, and the feel of his scrotum stroking her lower leg was sexy in a nasty, hard-fucking, way. She'd thought she couldn't come again, but now she wasn't so sure.

"Ah, fuck," she sneered as she fell back to the bed. If he kept his up for very long, she just might come again.

He shook his head violently, as if denying the pleasure he felt, his teeth bared as his lips curled into an erotic snarl. He was fighting his orgasm, his grunts, moans, and huffs speaking of his distress. She decided to give him a nudge, wanting to tip him over the edge.

"Keep fucking--" she began an instant before he splashed into her, the harsh bark of his release cutting her off.

He kept pounding into her, his harsh growls and grunts of effort incredibly sexy. He finally stopped his pounding hips as he leaned into her leg, holding her limb with one arm and twisting to brace on his other while hissing and blowing like a steam engine. With a near silent grunt, she flexed as hard as she could to clamp her pussy down on his cock. With a deep, hard grunt of his own, a shudder passed through him in the instant before he drove into her with three vicious thrusts of his hips before he stilled again.

"Fuck..." he sighed as he relaxed, the word long and drawn out.

"Did you come?" she teased. He chuckled and then blew out a long stream of air before they disentangled themselves. "What time is it?"

He found his phone. "A little after three," he sighed as he fell to the mattress on his back and placed his phone back on the side table.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Perfect. They had time to sleep again. She snuggled in close. "Thank you," she whispered.

"For what?" he asked softly.

"For rescuing me... again. For being there when I needed you... again. For... everything."

He kissed her on the forehead. "I told you if you needed me, I'd come."

She couldn't stop the smile that tugged at her lips. "I like it when you come."

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly through pursed lips before bushing her lips with his. "I like it when you make me come."

She closed her eyes as sleep began its siren song. "Yeah. I like it when you make me come too."

He drew a finger along her side, his caress leaving behind a sizzling trail of pleasure. "I kind of like that myself."

After their frolic, Rob and Bae slept for a few hours before he woke her with sweet kisses. They made love again in a slow and easy giving and taking of pleasure, their earlier intense romp taking the edge off their desires. As Bae began her tip into rapture, he'd kissed her, his almost loving kiss adding to the moment. A bare heartbeat later, he'd grunted softly as he splashed into her. While their single orgasms weren't explosively hard, that they'd occurred within seconds of each other during their kiss made them more emotionally satisfying.

After their showers, they had a breakfast of eggs, hers poached and sitting on a bagel, his scrambled. As they finished eating, he called for a taxi, waiting on the ground floor until the car arrived. She began to feel better about her situation, Rob's presence a comfort both physical and emotionally.

She watched out the window until the car pulled to a stop before she quickly hurried out to meet him. She trotted down the steps to the building's exit. Rob's building was a walkup, which meant he always had to climb five flights of steps. No wonder he was in such good shape. He opened the car's rear door as she stepped out of the building and slid in beside her.

"Moynihan building, lower east side," he said as he slammed the door.

"You know its Saturday and it'll be closed, right?"

"I know."

"Okay," the cabbie said, his doubt unmistakable.

New York may never sleep, but it did doze, and 6:30 on a Saturday morning was one of those times. They breezed across the island without trouble as she sat slumped in the seat, tucked under Rob's arm. As far as the driver knew, she was the sleepy or hungover girlfriend, but in actuality, Rob had told her to sit slumped low in the seat so she wasn't easily visible. As always, Rob was taking no chances with her safety.

"Pull into the checkpoint," Rob said as we approached the Moynihan building.

"They won't let me in there."

"Just do it," Rob snapped.

The cab pulled up to the checkpoint that prevented unauthorized cars from entering the secured area surrounding the federal court houses and other municipal buildings.

"This area is off limits--" one of New York's finest said as the driver rolled his window down.

"United States Marshal Service," Rob said, leaning forward so the NYPD officer could hear him. Rob passed his badge to the officer. "Official business. Allow us to pass."

"Deputy Marshal, you know there are strict--"

"This woman is a federal witness in my protective custody. I don't--"

"A federal witness in the back of a taxi?"

She couldn't help but smile at how ridiculous that sounded. "It's a long story," Rob said, his voice full of authority. "The Marshal is expecting us. Do you want me to have him call the chief of police?"

The officer tapped Rob's badge against his hand a moment then handed it back to him. "I'm putting my ass on the line for you."

Rob smiled. "You're doing the right thing. Hey buddy," Rob said to the driver. "When you let us out, you come straight back out this way, you got it? If you don't, you won't like what happens next, understand?"

"Yeah, yeah, you don't have to be an asshole about it."

The officer stepped back and allowed them to pass. "Stop at the entrance to the garage," Rob ordered.

The driver did as instructed. Rob paid him and added a generous tip. "Hey, that stuff about a federal witness... that true?" the cabbie asked.

"Completely. Ready?" he asked her. She nodded. "Straight into the garage, as quickly as you can. Go!"

She opened the door and dashed down the ramp, Rob right behind her, ducking under the barrier that prevented cars from entering without a pass. Once she was well inside she slowed to a stop. She was panting slightly but Rob wasn't even breathing hard. As soon as this ordeal was over, and her life returned to normal, she was getting her ass in shape.

Rob led her to the elevators and they rode up to the Marshal's office. He parked her in a conference room before he made sure people knew they were there. They had over two hours to wait before the Marshal and Martinelli arrived.

She sat alone for five minutes or so before Rob returned, a mug of coffee in his hand. He sat it in front of her. "It's not an espresso, but it's the best I can do."

She looked into the cup. He'd creamed it to right color. She took a sip. It was typical office coffee, old, bitter, and vile. "Thank you."

He sat with her until first Graves arrived, and then Martinelli. She repeated the story for them, telling them how she'd escaped without being killed. The marshal was pissed. She could see it in his eyes.

"This fucking leak is going to stop, and it's going to fucking stop right the fuck now," Graves snarled.

"I tasked Cogburn with finding the leak," Martinelli said.

The marshal nodded, his gaze flicking between her and Rob. "We know he's not the leak or she'd be dead by now. What do you need?"

"Access to the witsec files," Rob said.

"You've got it," the Marshal said. "Anything else?"

"Not that I can think of, but I'll let you know if I discover something."

"Ms. Han, we're going to double the protection on you. We'll have a couple of--" the marshal began.

"No," she said firmly, cutting him off.

"What do you mean, no?"

"I mean, no. I want Rob, Deputy Marshal Cogburn, protecting me. I don't blame Deputy Marshal Ryder or Taunt for what happened, but I'm lucky I'm not dead. It's Deputy Marshal Cogburn, or nobody."

"I understand you're upset, Ms. Han, but Deputy Marshal Cogburn isn't part of--" Martinelli said.

"I don't care," she interrupted again. "How much good will all that shit I told you do you if I'm dead?"

"Ms. Han, you're in no position to--" Graves said.

"I'm in the perfect position," she said firmly. "I tried it your way and it almost got me killed. You want me to testify, then Deputy Marshal Cogburn is the man I want protecting me. Otherwise, I'm done. I'm out of here and I'll take my chances on my own."

She glanced at Rob. She knew him well enough to know he was hiding his smile. Martinelli and Graves looked at each other. "Ms. Han, I'm sure that we can keep you safe if you will--"

"Am I under arrest?" she demanded.

"No, of course not."

"Then I'm ready to go," she said as she stood up. "Can someone call me a cab?"

"Ms. Han," Rob said softly. "Wait just a moment, please." He looked at Graves. "Put Michelle Walpole on finding the leak. She already has the required clearances, and she'll likely be able to sniff out anything suspicious better than I can. I can take Ms. Han someplace and keep her safe. We'll keep it off the books. Just Michelle, Lou, and myself will know where she is."

"And if Walpole is the leak?" Martinelli asked.

"She's not."

"How can you be so sure?"

"The same way I knew SDM Gwynn and Deputy Marshal Hernández weren't the leaks. It doesn't fit the evidence." He paused and looked at Martinelli. "How much longer do you need Ms. Han?"

Martinelli stared into space a moment. "I think I have everything I need. I was just going to review with her everything we've collected to make sure we didn't miss anything."

Bae wanted to roll her eyes. They'd been over the information four or five times already. "Trust me, you haven't. I've told you everything I know at least three times."

Rob looked at Graves. "How about it, Marshal?"

"You know that's entirely against protocol? Not only is it against policy to mix males and females on overnight protection details, but assigning only one deputy is--"

"I don't care," Bae said firmly. "That's the deal. Deputy Marshal Cogburn is the only person I trust, at least until you uncover who's feeding my brother information."

The Marshal looked at Martinelli. "What do you think? I'm really putting my nuts in a vice if I do this and it goes wrong."

Martinelli glanced between the three of them. "She does have a point, though. She's damned lucky to be alive."

Graves scrubbed his face furiously. "Shit! I don't like it, but you're right. Do what you have to in order to keep her safe, but don't make me regret this, Cogburn."

Rob didn't smile. "No, sir."

"Where's she going?" Martinelli asked.

Rob shook his head. "You don't need to know. All you need to know is to call me when you want her back for the trial. I need to get Walpole and Hernández in here. We have things to discuss."

Lou and Michelle joined Bae and Rob in the conference room. The two female marshals weren't pleased Rob asked them to give up their Saturday, but he needed them. They were all clustered around the table as they discussed the best way to keep Bae safe, and as the details of why he asked them for help unfolded, they softened.

Martinelli and Graves left before Lou and Michelle arrived. Martinelli because Rob wouldn't tell him anything and wouldn't allow him sit in on the meeting, and Graves because the less he knew about what was going on, the less he could be ordered to tell if someone got a whiff of all the rules his Deputy Marshal was breaking. Rob's ass, and to a lesser extent, Hernández and Walpole's asses, were on the line, but if the Marshal wasn't there to listen to their discussion, he could honestly say he wasn't aware of any rules being broken, his unofficial, if tacit, approval notwithstanding.