A. H. Wong

Chapter Ten

 

April 5th, 2012

 

Early Afternoon

 

"Sweetheart, let me in. Please. You've been in there all day."

 

"Go away. I don't want to talk to you."

 

"Yeah, I know you don't. Does that mean I'm going to go away? Nope, it means I'm going to come in there anyways," Martin pushes open the door, grateful that the Agency had no real locks installed on any of the doors. He glanced inside, spotting his girlfriend hiding beneath the blankets, a mere lump on a soft bed. Part of her hair spilled out onto the pillow, the only actual part of her that was visible. Fighting back a smile, he wandered forward towards her.

 

"Merrr....Martin, I know you're in my room. Please...Please, don't. Just...Don't," she murmurs into her pillow, her voice largely lost amidst the fabric. She remains still, not turning to regard him in the least. She barely seems to know he is there, so little is her reaction to his entry.

 

He refuses to let that deter him. "Beatrix? I love you. Please, just....Just talk to me, okay? I want to know what's wrong. I need to know what's going on."

 

She raises her head at last, angling her head and body to turn to look at him. Blinking in the dim light filtering into her room, she shakes her head quietly. "The fact that you...."

 

He lands on her bed, hugging her tightly, rubbing her back. His breath comes out in soft sounds, his every movement soothing. He caresses her gently, kissing her hair tenderly.

 

"Beatrix, Beatrix....Beatrix, I love you. Shhh, you're going to be okay. I know that losing Lily was hard for you. I know that made you deal with a lot of hard truths. I know you aren't ready to talk to me yet, but I do want you to know that I love you very much. I want you to know that you mean the world to me, and that you deserve love."

 

She shivered in his arms, before quietly nuzzling into his chest. He held her close, marveling down at her inherent trust in him. He felt intensely proud of himself for her kindness and her love, knowing that he did not deserve a girl as kind as her.

 

He kissed her hair gently, whispering softly: "I'm always going to be here, even if you send me away....I'll always be by your side. I...I promise I will." She looks up at him, blinking silently. She tries to smile, before she begins to cry. Her tears fall down her cheeks, and he just holds her silently, kissing her hair. "Beatrix, baby....I-I love you. I love you so very much."

 

A few moments pass in silence, the only sounds her slowly-soothing sobs. His hands brush down her hair again and again, a gentle rhythm. Before too long has passed, she is silent in his arms.

 

Being as careful as he can be, he extends a hand beneath her chin. He raises it softly, regarding her with smooth eyes. Before he can move a single muscle, her lips are upon his. Before he can blink, her hands are on his body. Before he can stop to fight her, to rebuke her, to tell her it's okay....

 

Before he can do any of that, he finds himself beneath her, her body guiding his lips to her nipple. Her moans guide him to bite, to suck-her hands guide his fingers to caress, to feel, to slide inside. He shivers at the wetness, her naked form hunched over his, legs thrown wide. He gazes up at her in wonder, his eyes huge as he takes in the soft flesh of her breasts. She sits up, removing her nipple from his lips, to better show him her naked form.

 

He raises a hand to touch her, to caress her, and she allows it. Her eyes slide shut, her body shivering in apparent ecstasy. Taking hold of her hips, he scoots her body downward toward his hips, towards his cock. His heart races as her pussy nears his head, a loud moan escaping his lips as he feels the yielding flesh caress the head of his cock.

 

Before too long, he finds himself thrust inside her, pressing up deep. Grasping her hips, he guides her body to rise and fall along his length, pants overtaking his breathing. In desperation, one of her hands falls to his, guiding it to her breasts. In response, he takes hold of it gruffly, wrenching it down towards his mouth-pulling her body with it. She cries out, the sound echoing in the small room. He flushes softly, feeling his cock twitch at the sound.

 

She closes her eyes tighter as his lips retake hold of her nipple, focusing on the feeling of his cock filling her, filling her, filling her....

 

<3 <3 <3 </3

 

Meanwhile

 

"I NEED back on Beatrix' case."

 

"No. No, you don't."

 

"I-I know she—"

 

"No. You don't."

 

"She needs me!"

                

"She doesn't."

 

"You don't know that. You can't possibly know that. Okay? Please, please believe me. I know she needs me. I know she does. I know she's getting sexually involved with Martin, and I—"

 

"How. Do. You. Know. That."

 

Taylor flinches. "I-I can see it in the way he looks at her. He-he's craving her body, and she's losing resistance. Before too long, I know she's going to say yes."

 

"Not good enough of an explanation. By saying that, you admit to me that you have still been taking an undue interest in the pair. By admitting that, you admit you still care for the girl, and are becoming biased. Now, please. Move on from this."

 

"Why won't you just—"

 

"You're behaving like a child. Taylor, this is NOT like you. I would request you grow up, and move on to the reason I called you here today."

 

Taylor wilted in his seat, feeling drowned within Master John's harsh gaze. He refuses to be completely cowed, however, maintaining perfect eye contact despite his deadened posture. After a heartbeat or two, Taylor regains his composure, setting himself back at his usual height. "The reason you called me here today was, I assume, the matter of Janelle and Maverick."

 

Master John nods. "I have seen a very marked change in morale since the breakup of that pair, and I would deeply enjoy it if that halted. The residents of the seventh floor Plucked Feather have been dealing with a lot of issues lately, and I would very much like it if those issues were to stop."

 

Taylor leveled his gaze at Master John, his eyes steely enough to cause Master John to flinch. "I am not going to force the pair of them to become a couple. Their relationship will heal on its own, and the fact that you believed Kevin certainly didn't help."

 

"Look, I just didn't see any reason why Kevin would lie! He always was a very nice young man."

 

"He's a Plucked Feather resident. He's a psychopath, Master John. I honestly hoped that you would see that."

 

"Taylor, Taylor, Taylor....I never did understand your dislike of him. But, wait....Now I think I do. You feel threatened by him. You see him as a potential match to your intelligence, and that frightens you."

 

"No. No, I do NOT perceive him as a threat. I just see him as a psychopath, and a danger to the other residents."

 

"Then, we should release him. If you so obviously don't want him here, than the obvious next step would be to release him."

 

"What....Release him like you did Lily? I KNOW you had her killed. I KNOW you did."

 

"I didn't have her killed; she merely wound up dead."

 

Taylor rose to his feet, turning to go. "I can't hear this anymore. You sicken me, Master John."

 

"Taylor, please. Sit back down. We haven't finished our meeting."

 

Taylor lowers his head, and says softly. "Yes, we have. But....Before I go, I'd recommend holding a dance."

 

"There is no way I could get any—"

 

"No. Not for your donors, not to raise money. A dance for the residents. Trust me, they would love it. It would be a boost for morale, and didn't you say you needed that?"

 

"Y-Yes, that....That would be a good idea. Thank you, Taylor."

 

"No need to thank me, Master John. I do, after all, work here," Taylor walks from the room, leaving behind a final statement: "Hold the dance at my order. Just ensure your workers are ready, and let's hope it is different than last time."