Sheridan & Sara

[Sara Pezzini]

Sara took the hint and much to her regret, stood and allowed the secret agent some breathing space. Rubbing her lips of moisture with the back of her hand, Sara made a pair of already red lips redder and fuller in the process. “I do believe you’re right. Blindly reaching behind her, Sara turned the water off and although her original intention was to step out of the cubicle, she couldn’t help but lean back and take in his water glistening form. “Good lord, tell me again how Lara could have let you slip from her grasp?” She smiled and folded her arms across her naked breasts, pushing them together in the exertion. Leaning her back against the tiles, Sara gave a low whistle. “Un-fucking-believable; In the kitchen you say? I feel I should warn you, it’s been a –very- long time since I’ve… been this close to anyone. So I apologize if I’m… less then adequate.” Sara pushed up off the tiles and grinned again. “However as the old saying goes… practice makes perfect.” She giggled and stepped out walking across the room without a care in the world that she was naked as the day she was born.

[Terry Sheridan]

Sheridan shifted, it wasn’t as if he’d wanted her to stop, the fact was he wasn’t quite sure if he’d be able to stand any much longer. There was a slight smirk upon his lips looking over the woman, “Well love, I’m sure Lara would love to chew your ear off with my flaws.” Hands moved against Sara’s sides as he moved up against her. “I was beginning to eye up your counter top.” Movements were smooth as he exited the shower, water dripping from his form as he padded across the tile flooring. One hand moved pulling the detective back against him. With one more playful smirk his muscles tensed and arms scooped up the slender woman. Shifting her weight against his form the spy made his way up the stairs to his loft bedroom. Once at his intended destination he lay Sara back against the bed. While muscular arms held himself above her. Lips brushing against her neck he whispered, “Then we’ll have to make sure you get plenty of practice love.” Fingers ran against her bare flesh as he shifted, “Fell free to continue the…interrogation if you wish…or, we can do something that can occupy us both.”

[Sara Pezzini]

“Oh yeah that would have been comfor-“ she started to say but was then abruptly lifted from the ground. The homicide detective yelped like a schoolgirl as she was hefted up and carried into the bedroom. She was half giggling as he laid her down upon the coverlet, but after a bit she regained her composure. “Oh I don’t know Mister Sheridan I don’t know if you can truly handle my forms of interrogation...” Sara purred. Staring back up at the secret agent with moss green eyes, Sara Pezzini craned her neck a bit and allowed her teeth to lightly graze at the unshaven underside of Sheridan’s jaw. Her lips soon followed, kissing a trail toward his ear, where she stopped briefly to whisper. “Besides I forgot the handcuffs.” Her mouth sought out Sheridan’s at this point, and her kisses were impassioned and vivacious. The slender figure was as tense as a bowstring, but she was trying her best to relax and allow herself to enjoy the moment. Not to think about the repercussions and just do what her heart was telling her to do…

[Terry Sheridan]

“It just might have been.” The roguish spy smirked once more looking down at her from where he held himself. Brows arched and he nipped against the flesh of her earlobe. “ All of your interrogates get such treatment?” breath exhaled in a rush from his lips as she grazed the underside of his jaw “Or is it just the…devastatingly handsome ones?” he could feel her chest rise up against his own. The detectives kisses were met with hungry ones of his own. Open palm of his right hand ran down against her skin softly. The nerves of his fingertips could feel her muscles tensed neath his warmth. Thumb traced the invisible line where her thigh joined her hip, that slender curve. Digits dragging against her outer thigh, as hand neared her knee it changed position slightly. Middle and ring finger dragged between both thighs, and grazed against her a brief moment, before stroking back the way they had come. Sensitive exposed flesh was caught softly between the two fingers. A slight pull, then slow pressure was applied. Faint touch circled against her while his tongue moved against her lips...

[Sara Pezzini]

“No most of my interrogates get a nice long rot in a cell followed by a verbal bashing… with the devastatingly handsome ones it tends to get… physical.” Her lips curled into a devious smirk and she met his mouth for more of the long hungry kisses. Her shapely hips jumped at the teasing touches and tickles and just as Sara was about to retaliate she felt the pressure between her thighs and she gasped! Breaking off for a moment, Sara’s head fell back and her chest curled a bit skyward. “You cheating… limey…” Catching herself before he was allowed too much control over her Sara caught Sheridan’s wrist in her hand drawing his hand aside. “Has the interrogation turned tables on me?” she joked pushing up a bit more with her other arm as she began to kiss at the hollow at Terry’s throat and then leading a trail down his chest. Sara was internally fighting with herself. Part of her wanted everything to remain under control… on her terms. It was the cop in her and she knew it; the softer side, the side that loved being carried to bed like a prized possession, craved to be dominated and more simply to be taken in the most graphic of definitions. As she kissed the path, she released Terry’s wrist and held tightly against his shoulder pushing with a bit of force. Full lips kissed back up nipping at Terry’s collarbone as her leg drew up to bend like a violin’s wand, sliding against the secret agent’s inner thigh and then to the outside of his leg, scissoring him. “Are you always this charming or do they teach it to you Brits in school?” She winked and gave her hips a bit of a jaunt toward his teasingly.

[Terry Sheridan]

"Then it"s a good thing I"m one of the devastatingly handsome ones." He met her lips and tender flesh pushed back against hers in a deep kiss. Sheridan's teeth grazed against her neck and chest lowered against her own. "I never agreed to taking this Interrogation lying down, but I'm more than willing to comply. If you want me to sto, that is." The corners of his lips curved up with that ever present smirk, as he felt her hand gripped around his wrist. For a brief moment he allowed his movements to stop yet fingertips remained just barely against her. He breathed in through his teeth and the muscles in his cheek tensed as she kissed down against his chest and collar. Eyes traveled over her naked flesh beneath him and he felt a tingle against him as her smooth shaven leg slid against his inner thigh then his outer. She had released his wrist and he moved against her body. There was hardly space between them, only some near his hips, as fingers stroked against her in a cross like patter. With each intake of breath she took he could feel the light flutter against his fingertips. Tipping his head back with an arch in his neck he exhaled. Licking his bottom lip Sheridan looked back down towards her. "Bond had to learn from someone, didn't he, Love?" Shifting his own weight some off his left arm that was keeping him elevated he rested a knee on the other side of her thigh, the other between her thighs near her knee, straddling somewhat her leg. Now allowing the freed hand range of her body. Leaning forwards, down as far as he could keep balance his left hand tangled within her hair, while right kept the patter slowly becoming deeper.

[Sara Pezzini]

“S-stop?” Sara murmured questioning herself as much as the decision. She didn’t answer right away, her body answered for her. Hips rocked subtly with a will of their own, matching Terry’s teasing of her flesh with a shaky staccato. Sara’s full lips parted slightly as she tried to make words in her mind, a mind muddled right at the moment with rapture and yearning. A dry throat pulled in a raspy breath and again the detective sought to speak, but was silenced by a strong hard kiss followed by a tongue that massaged hers with a fiery passion and was returned with equal fervor. Her eyes slipped closed for a moment or two as she allowed herself to enjoy Sheridan’s touch. Her left hand remained at Sheridan’s shoulder and as her excitement grew her fingers tensed digging half moon depressions into his taunt muscle. The Witchblade wielding arm instinctively snaked around Sheridan’s torso, and her fingertips danced the defined line of his back and then sought to tickle at the tender nook of flesh between thigh and hip. Again Sara felt herself being driven to that edge about to submit to this man… about to let him have control and yet she held back. Sara broke the kiss, her white even teeth biting against her pouty bottom lip; an effort to bring her psyche back into focus. “Oh I think it’s about time I put the badge away and stopped ordering you around… don’t you agree?” Sara marveled at herself. What was that nonsense? Did she just say that out loud? << You know he’s just using you, >> the Witchblade warned in her head. << But can you blame him? – After all you’re the best replacement since he can’t have what he really came for, right? >> The green-eyed lady faltered a bit as she took a great deal of effort to lay the voice aside She felt a harder pressure and her self doubt turned into a gasp of rapture, a buck of her hips, and a warmth that spread across her body like a brushfire.

[Terry Sheridan]

Sheridan didn’t rush anything, not yet, he was waiting on her, watching her movements. His answers came with each movement of her hips upwards to his fingertips, her breathing, she was succumbing. Even if movements and actions where hungry, even with the hunger felt within him. The idea of ravishing her body, exploring every bit of her. The feel of her nails against his skin with his growing pressure. He gave a deep throaty sound with her caress against him and shifted slightly when she broke there kiss. “Mm. What’s this…Sara Pezzini submitting? I’d come to understand you were a go-getter.” Fingers pressed against her and dragged slowly back as his lips kissed against her neck. “So tell me…” hot breath fell against her ear as he murmured “..have you gotten what you want?” lips kissed down against her bare flesh, stopping a moment to flick against supple mounds before kissing south. He could feel her muscles flitter under him, though fingers did not stop there movements until his stubbled cheek rested against her inner thigh. And teasing continued in another fashion. Slight hums , flicks and nips. While hands slid against her hips fingers curving against them to her backside.

[Sara Pezzini]

Sara’s self control swelled to the surface at Sheridan’s words, fueled by adrenalin at the suggestion that she was of weak willpower. She succeeded in holding back her vocalizing confirmation that he was succeeding in driving her mad with passion. She nipped at his ear, and flashed a set of pearly whites, fingertips dancing up his sculpted side tickling. Her hands cupped Terry’s face and neck as she pretended to flare up a bit of anger.

“Submitting? Quite the ego you have… I was just thinking I should be getting home right about… Hey… that’s totally unfair! Where’s a set of cuffs when you need em…”

Her eyes saw what he was about to do and they brightened. She let go of him and attempted a pathetic escape from what she knew would truly show her softer side. Pushing backward against the slippery sheets, she felt her hands and elbows slid against the mattress as he gripped her at the hips and met his mouth to her flesh.

“What you think a little turn about is fair play? I’m not as easily… broken… oh my…!”<br>
A shuddering sigh worked out of the detective’s parted lips as Terry Sheridan continued his relentless pursuit to make her squirm. Try as she might to deny it, she was succumbing to the beast within and pushing the nagging voices aside. Wet strands of hair splayed out across the pillow as her head shot back involuntarily. Her back arched and she tensed. Thighs, calves and feet tightened as the young woman fought to restrain herself from falling over the edge too quickly. Her toned abdomen clenched and shoulders rolled back, while her fists urged to make him stop and subsequently began clenching and unclenching the sheets.

The Witchblade constricted around her wrist, snaking out tendrils up the flexed muscle on the underside of her forearm and down the underside of her wrist. It was almost as if the symbiotic weapon was hiding itself from discovery, and yet like a lover, jealous at the intimate moments she was sharing with the secret agent. Her eyes closed for a second, and the image of water swirling down a drain and a surge of pure hatred lanced though her and just as quickly it was gone. The edge was back, with reinforced solidarity and Sara could no longer hold back her voice as it gave way to guttural cries of rapture and an unfathomable urge to feel their bodies meet.

[Terry Sheridan]

Sheridan only stared back towards her in that moment, watching the way she was holding back. That roguish smirk of his pulled at his lips when she spoke of his ego at claiming she was submitting. Though he knew better. Each touch of her flesh against his made muscles twitch. And he shifted against her. “I don’t always play fair, love.”

Tongue did most of the work while hands groped against her backside and hips. Stubbled cheeks scratching some against the soft flesh of her thighs, while eyes glanced up ever once in a while to watch her squirm. Warm palm rubbed down against her abs with slight pressure before sliding up against her. The Brit. knew he was affecting her, her body was screaming it. Form shifted pushing up his weight and he sucked against his bottom lip as face lifted. The hair of his knees brushed against her bare ones as he moved to straddle both thighs.

The water form the shower had been replaced by the starting of beads of sweat, chest rose as he sat up as her cries filled his ears. Hands gripped the sheets on either side of her waist as he looked down towards her. True, Sheridan was a ladies man, but he’d wanted to mess up sheets with Sara from the first time he’d seen her in the bar. “Well love..” his voice was throaty with his accent as he leaned forwards slightly. His bits and pieces brushing against her as he leaned. Chest pressed against hers while left hand left the bed.

He could feel her breathing against him, he’d taken a glance at the wrist where the Whitchblade resided. There was a slight sound as the small drawer in the bedside table was opened. Sheridan’s sights had set back on the woman underneath him while fingers searched sightlessly for the box held within the drawer. Hand withdrew and between index and middle fingers there was a wrapper and he brought his hand back to the bed, kissing against Sara’s neck. “…I was going to try and say something coy, but my mind can only think of what my body wants to do with yours.” His voice had been a low whisper, lips against her neck kissing down to her collar bone.

[Sara Pezzini]

Every inch of her was receptive toward this new slice of gratification, her stomach jumping erratically along with the staccato of her hips, a hot breath fused with her whelps. And yet, just when she was about to fall off the edge give in to the pinnacle of the moment he withdrew. As Sheridan slid his legs around hers and she felt the light tickle over wet and abused skin her teeth bit down hard on her lip muffling the moan that signified just how close she had reached to falling. Breathing hard as Sara sought to recuperate from the previous assailment, but as her keen ears heard the drawer, she knew that he was far from finished with the ‘interrogation’.

“I should hope so; else we’ve just made a terrible mess for nothing!” Sara slid her hand down between their bodies, helping to assist with the protective measures, not that she didn’t trust him to get the job done, but she was hoping to stall the moment and in turn reverse the power struggle for dominance. Cleverly she drew her leg up and around Sheridan’s torso tightening the distance between them as her hand slid against the smooth latex coated surface. The other ran though Terry’s hair, starting at the temple then working back to the nape of his neck as she drew him closer so that she might taste his mouth again. The tendrils of Witchblade retracted but the main gem was glowing fiercely… it looked angry.

“Trust me darling, the feeling is quite mutual.” She panted.

[Terry Sheridan]

Breath drew out as a rasp while he looked down upon her, the hunger in his eyes clearly shown. He could tell how close he’d gotten her, holding back his own will to have her. Both movements were slowly coming together in a rhythmic motion until he’d broken the tempo to start something else. Chest pressed against hers while his hand slid up the bed and against her side. A tremor went up his body from the moment of her touch, the feel as her digits slid against him and the rubber.

“Mm..you bobbies are in good shape to pull off a move like that.” He breathed out as her leg moved up around him. There was a small smirk against his lips as he met the ones searching for the taste. Her fingers running through his hair, her muscles reacting under his body, Sheridan was done playing. Hips moved forwards meeting hers with a slow movement and then retracted partially to move forwards once more. Hands slid up against her sides as he lay against her shifting his body weight.

Kisses were deep, still full of that hunger this whole evening had started with. Tongue moved against hers, with an occasional suck against her bottom lip. Waist moved forwards once again starting up their own movement and motion, slow and steady in the beginning. He’d nearly forgotten to breath until lungs reacted drawing in a sharp breath. Right hand moved up against Sara’s neck and tangled within her long tresses.

[Sara Pezzini]

“Five years, no sex, so yea… the gym is my best outlet.” Sara retorted to the comment about her flexibility. Her smile melted into the deep passionate kisses, and her hand slipped aside, gripping at the sharp angle of Sheridan’s hip. She thought she was quite prepared for what was to come, but five years really was a long time. The fusion of pleasure and pain nearly overloaded her coherent thoughts, yet Sara was able to hold onto enough thought to return the rhythmic motion.

‘How could he have this much self control?’ she idly wondered, ‘if he’s feeling even half of what I’m going through I’d expect…’ Sara’s mind drifted to the last time she was intimate with someone. It had been a half drunken moment of weakness that left her with a torn skirt and nary a phone call the next day. She was just glad that for all of the chances Sheridan had to lay aside how Sara was feeling and simply take what he wanted, he didn’t… and he still wasn’t.

He was the epitome of an attentive lover, gentle when it was called for, and just fierce enough as not to cross over any lines of right and wrong. I hadn’t occurred to Sara that Terry might actually care about her, but once her mind planted that idea, she found that she liked it. Her right leg was pinned in place, otherwise it would have joined her left about Terry’s waist, but this scissored position made the foundation for a uniquely intense experience.

The devil in the back of her mind thought to grab at the pressure point on his shoulder, so that she might flip him to the side and take charge, but she bid her time. For the moment it was hard enough not to moan so loud… the neighbors might complain. Her fingertips trailed up his torso, mirroring each other as her thumbs traced the jut of collarbone before taking grip of either shoulder.

Her body was sweating lightly, augmented by the heat of the shower and the heat of their intoxicating activity. She wasn’t sure if he timed the thrust with the tickle of breath, but it certainly hit a nerve center. Just when the detective felt his breath across her glowing skin, the light puff of air perked up little hairs at the back of her neck, and her cry suddenly became throaty. In reaction Sara’s lower half jerked eagerly, her hands gripped hard at his shoulders and she used him for leverage so that her undulations were that much more.

Kissing a trail up his neck her teeth nipped at a bit of flesh as she heard herself breathe, “My god…” after a wave of delight passed over her. She kissed back to his jaw, enjoying the rough surface of his stubble against her abused lips. Her hands slid from Sheridan’s shoulders toward his wrists as she prepared to try and take him by surprise.

[Terry Sheridan]

¡°Five years? Love¡¦you¡¯ve either had bad luck¡¦or more will power than I ever will.¡± They moved together shifting, body movements slow, fluid. Here everything seemed quite right, even the fit of their bodies. But for Sheridan, it wasn¡¯t long before something or someone ruined the moment. For now he tried not to think about any such things, he didn¡¯t want to jinx his luck thus far.

Sheridan paid attention to Sara, the curves of her body, breathing and the ever present way she shifted to meet his downwards movements. Hands slid up against her body, kissing her neck and collar bone. Sweat had begun to bead against his flesh, and he could feel the detectives breath against his neck. Breathing was rasped, sometimes accompanied by a slight moan.

He was no doubt a ladies man, some women he¡¯d just merely have his way with, but Sara. No. With her it was something different, as it had been with Lara. Now it was more the thrill of pleasuring the detective, than it was having the pleasure for himself. Hips moved forwards against her, he¡¯d been building up the speed as well as the depth.

As Sara¡¯s breath fell against his ear he shifted his weight, a slight smirk upon his lips ¡°Glad your enjoying yourself, love. Wouldn¡¯t want¡¦your shag to be¡¦a bad experience after five years.¡± He could feel her shifting, preparing herself for a movement and Sheridan allowed his form to relax. Allowing her to roll him over to any position she wished.

[Sara Pezzini]

“You really didn’t have to go to so much trouble Terry. If you wanted me in your bed, all you had to do was ask.” She breathed into his ear when her body allowed speech. Her skin was warm, slick to the touch as it glistened with sweat. The light dew of perspiration across her cheeks, augmented the pink hue that only came from moments of perversion making her look like a fresh young college student, rather then a hardened police officer. Offhandedly she marveled at why she’d sworn off sexual relations for so long. This particular brand of exercise was far more enjoyable then two hours on the treadmill, and it was certainly an adequate substitute.

A staggering breath met her ears, accompanied by a cry of weakening willpower. Good lord was she that close already? Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment almost instantly, and Sara tossed her head to the side, obscuring most of her face with a shield of chestnut hair. That had been close, too close, and before she had time to debate if her moment of near one-sided gratification was a turn-off for the womanizing Brit her hands clamped down on his wrists and she took dominance. The majority of her weight was at the hips, but her power struggle did not end with a simple flip, Sara kept her grip holding his wrists over his head. Her hips shot back and forth, rough and fast at first, but then as she felt his crescendo build she would slow to a grinding torturous pace that kept the body yearning for more.

Her thighs tightened as she drew her whole self into the movement, her back curving and her shoulder blades pinching together with each stride. The steadily building tempo was like skating uphill. Sara knew that what she was doing was driving Terry mad, but at the same time it was hard not to give in to what she longed for. Every time she felt herself grow nearer, she took a controlled breath and busied herself with kissing a trail up his torso, nipping at bits of soft exposed skin, and most of all, with deep hungry kisses to mask her passionate cries.

~

Meanwhile, the team was closing in. “Targets sighted, request further instruction.” Spoke a low voice that was sizing up the couple though a scope. Spanned across the three outlining rooftops, were snipers clad in black, waiting for the shadow team’s order to fire. “Hold your fire, “answered the team leader as he adjusted the repel line, reading to crash though the windows with the rest of the mobile unit. “Base wants the target taken alive if possible. Stand down until otherwise instructed.” His gloved thumb depressed a button on the oversized walkie-talkie. The radio crackled as it descrambled then a line cleared. “Base this is shadow team… awaiting orders to proceed…”