Before I could continue my thoughts about the woman under my touch, I felt her hand push through the top of my pants. Searching me out greedily and wasting no time, dipping two fingers in without hesitation, pulling a throaty, breathless moan from my body.
I opened my eyes, meeting the dark hazel ones again. Kit nodded lightly, cuing me to continue with her, I pushed two fingers into her warmth, relishing the way she felt around them. We set a slow rhythm, moving in unison until my hips began to ask for more, moving on their own and begging for Kit to go faster.
I returned the favor, filling the room with her shortened breaths and body moving with mine. Kit leaned forward, her forehead resting against me as I watched her naked chest heave with thick, deep breaths. By the way she tightened around my fingers, it would be a matter of seconds before I made her come.
It didn't take long for either of us, built up tension and desire lead to quick, loud orgasms, that if my office wasn't sound proof, I was sure the President would have heard us.
I leaned against her shoulder, taking deep breaths to refill my lungs and settle the hammering of my heart.
After collecting myself, I slowly removed my hand from Kit, leaning back. Brushing a few stray strands of her hair that set themselves free during the heat of the moment, I licked my lips, "Yes, I am jealous, Kit. I will always be jealous when it comes to you. Because..." I paused, hesitating on the words that were on the cusp, feeling as if they might come off too possessive, or clingy. I shook my head lightly, shaking the doubts out, "Because, Kit, you're mine and I can't compute anyone else having you, touching you, being near to you."
Kit's face was still flushed from our love making, I couldn’t tell if she was still angry with me.
She let out a breath, nodding slowly, "Compute. That's quite the sexy word to use." Kit then looked up in my eyes, searching them as a moment of silence passed before a smirk crossed her face and I quickly realized her fingers were still a part of me when she slid them out slowly, and stopping at the edge to begin to run slow circles against very sensitive and reactive skin. Kit leaned closer, her lips brushing over mine, "I also cannot compute anyone being near you, touching you, having you or loving you like I do, because Claire, you're also mine."
Closing the gap, Kit kissed me deeply, conveying her own sense of ownership in the kiss. Only parting to look over her shoulder at the boring yellow couches that came with the office when I took it over, "What do you say we show those couches a few things they probably haven't seen since the Kennedy administration."
I wasn't allowed to answer before I was dragged over to the yellow couch, thrown down and pounced on.
Claire handed my shirt over as I sat next to her, clasping my bra back on, I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. I had managed to get the woman to admit to being jealous in the most delicious way and knocked something off of my bucket list. Making love to the Senator in her office, on her desk, her couches and even on the leather chair that I knew would always bring a smile to my face when I saw it now.
I stood up, pushing my arms through the sleeves, walking over to the long forgotten lunch on the chairs in front of the desk. I dug through the brown paper bag, picking out the two doughnuts I had gotten for us and turned to Claire, finishing up the last few buttons of her shirt. I held one out to her, "You have to be starving by now." I glanced at the clock on the wall, we had been exercising our liberties throughout the office for almost two hours. It was four fifteen and the afternoon sun was shifting from bright sunny yellow to a dusky rose. "We missed lunch."
Claire stood from the couches, collecting her hair back into the ponytail I had delicately ripped apart so I could tangle hands in it as she ran her tongue over places that still made me shiver to think about. The tension in my body from the serum had eased, and it had helped that the two of us were relentless with each other the moment clothes were pushed away or pulled off. Squinting at the woman, I wondered for a moment if Claire had taken a dose of the serum.
She walked over to me, taking the offered doughnut and kissed me slowly, her hand holding my jaw still as her lips moved slowly over mine. I felt my knees go weak as the need to have her over and over did not recede. I pulled away, pushing the hand she held the doughnut in up to her mouth, "We need to eat and maybe actually get some work done in the last half hour of this day."
Claire grinned, taking a large bite of the glazed doughnut with sprinkles. Nodding as she walked around to her desk, "This is true. But I will admit, I have never had a first day at the office like this. Even on my first official day as Senator Avondale." She smiled, looking down at her desk. Picking up some of the papers that had gotten shuffled in the heat of battle. "I think we can call it a night. I will call Davidek and let him know it's safe to come back." Claire picked up her phone, texting Davey. "I think by now most of the offices will be empty, only the interns will be left. It will be a ghost town out there."
I tossed the last bite of doughnut in my mouth, "Are you going to tell him what went on in here?" I smirked at her.
She shook her head, "No, no, Oh god no. Davidek is like my twin brother. We don't share those intimate details."
I giggled, pushing off the desk, "That's what he said about you." I walked around the desk to stand behind her. Sliding my hands to rest on her side, gently tugging her to look at me, as she faced me I smiled, "Claire, I meant what I said. All of it. I am one hundred percent certain that you are it. There is no one who can compare to you on so many levels." I bit my lip, "You never have to worry or be jealous." I suddenly grinned, "But I kind of like it when you get jealous."
Claire rolled her eyes in embarrassment, hands running over my arms, "Kit, I should apologize for my behavior. I don't know what came over me." She paused, looking in my eyes so intensely it felt like she was looking right at my heart, "I love you unlike anyone else. This is all so new to me, because I have never truly been in love like this." Her hand settled in the curve of my neck, "I need to learn to let my emotions go when they come to me. Not try to analyze them and why after thirty some years, some are showing up and having a profound effect on me."
I smiled, "Claire, that's what love is all about. Throwing caution to the wind and going with what feels right." I slid into her arms, letting her envelop me in a strong embrace. "All I know is this is where I belong. With you." I said it softly, feeling her squeeze me tighter.
We stood there, holding each other saying nothing and everything at all in the silence between us. Every day would be a new obstacle with Claire as we continued to navigate our relationship and the world around us.
There was a light knock on her office door, drawing both of our attention. Claire sighed, "That will be Davidek." She moved out of my arms, picking up her phone to read the texts. "He's been sitting with the interns outside since I kicked him out." She looked at me, cringing slightly, "I’ll have to get him a bottle of expensive whiskey on the way home to make up for this."
I laughed, walking to the door, opening it to find Davey standing with his arms folded, irritation riddled all over his face, "I hope you two hashed your bullshit out. I have spent the last two hours listening to interns complain, gripe, grumble and one even cried about why on earth did they choose political science as a major." He brushed past me, flopping down on the couch and sighing loudly, "You owe me big time Bits."
Claire and I made eye contact, trying to hold back the laughter of what we just did on the couch. I opened my mouth to tell Davey, when Claire threw me a don't you dare look. I laughed, walking out to my desk to collect my jacket, briefcase and gun. I was definitely ready to go home, eat dinner, relax and maybe entice Claire to help wear off more of the serum.
I could hear Davey and Claire chat quietly, mainly about the fight her and I had, if we truly had sorted through our bullshit over creepy Coolidge. I dug around in my desk drawer, tucking the P99 back into its place on my hip. I collected the diagrams left untouched on the desk, folding and placing them into the briefcase. Davey and I could go ove
r them as one of us made dinner.
I clicked the briefcase closed when an intern popped into the open door, "Excuse me, Ms. Witmer? I have a package for Senator Avondale at the desk. It's a small gift from the Littel family in Connecticut." The young exhausted girl tried to smile, "I have it at my desk. I wasn't sure if you and Senator Avondale would want it in here."
I smiled back at the girl, "Was it checked?"
"It was. The screeners cleared it ten minutes ago." The young girl turned to the side, waiting for me to walk over to her desk.
Together we left the office, heading to the small rows of desks that sat just across the hallway from Claire's office. The girl lifted a large rectangular box, the edges were torn open and the stamp of the Secret Service was on the top flap. Since Claire had become a target for possible terrorists, most of her in office mail would be subjected to searching and scanning in the basement where the temporary lab was. I scanned over it, unable to notice anything suspicious. I didn't know who the Littel family was or why they would be sending Claire a gift.
"It's a scrapbook made by their daughter and a few thank you notes." The young intern informed me sheepishly, "I had to sign off on the inventory when the Agent released it to me."
I smiled again, putting the girl at ease, "No worries. I will ensure Senator Avondale gets it." I looked over the girl, exhausted was one of many words that could be used to describe her state. "You know what, why don't you go home and get some rest. The Senator and I are closing up for the day, no sense in you staying here and doing things that you can do in the morning with the rest of us."
The girl’s eyes grew wide, "Are you...are you sure? I can stay and get caught up on memos, emails."
"Go home. We will see you in the morning." I turned with the package in my hands, looking up to see Davey and Claire standing right outside the office doors. Davey was holding my jacket and briefcase. Claire was facing him, chatting with a smile. I took a moment before walking back to them, they were definitely my heart and soul, the two forces of good that dredge me from the abyss I had submitted myself into and I loved them both so dearly.
As if on cue, the two turned to look at me, both grinning in their own ways. Davey motioned me to hurry up and meet them. I waved back and started walking over, switching the package to rest between my side and my arm.
"Excuse me, Senator Avondale?"
The voice pulled all three of our attentions. Davey and Claire still smiling as they looked at the source of the polite interruption. When my eyes settled on the owner of the voice, my gut lurched, Stansfield was standing in front of Claire and Davey, only a few feet between them.
I began to move faster, zoning out and focusing only on him as Claire politely asked what he needed. My right hand dropped instinctively to my P99 as my steps quickened. There was something I didn't like about him showing up out of nowhere, whether it was to wish her a good evening or tell her something about anything. I didn't like it.
I didn't like him.
"Senator Avondale, I really wanted to catch up to you before you left for the day." Stansfield looked in my direction, his dark blue eyes locking on mine as he continued, "To tell you that no matter where you are and who you are with, you will never be safe."
Everything moved in slow motion. Stansfield turned back to Claire at the same time his right hand moved over his holster, pulling the gun out. I threw the package to the ground, running full steam at the man in white, grasping for my own gun.
Davey shouted something, reaching for his own gun as he went to push Claire off to the side. I ran full out the last few feet. At the last few inches, Stansfield pointed his gun directly at Claire and fired. He managed to get two shots off before I got one off, hitting him in the side. He grunted and side stepped, telling me I had hit his vest and not flesh.
I shouted at Davey, "He's wearing a vest!"
Stansfield fired two more times before throwing the gun away, turning and running down the hall.
I chased after him, knowing that any kill shots to the body would be useless against a vest. I heard someone shout my name and shout for the scattering interns to call an ambulance and security. I kept running, searching for an open target on Stansfield that would take him down, but not kill him. I needed to know who he was, who he worked for and how he got in the building.
We rounded a corner, I was close on his heels and could almost reach out and grab him when an unknowing intern popped out of an office, cutting into my direct path. I had to dodge him, losing a few steps on Stansfield.
Stansfield looked back at me, grinning and laughing hard, hitting another corner two steps ahead of me.
Rounding the corner, I had to slow my steps, there was a wave of white shirts and Secret Service Agents flooding my way. Stansfield had somehow absorbed into them. I pushed forward, as the crowd of black and white flowed around me, running back to where I came from. At the end of the flood, I was left with empty halls and the echoes of yelling and panic behind me. I ran a few more steps, spotting a stairwell door. I ran towards it, kicking it open and running down the first flight of steps.
I could hear the slap of boot steps a handful of flights below me, telling me someone was heading towards the underground garage. I flew down steps, listening harder.
I hit the third set of stairs and came to a halt.
In a pile on the landing ten steps below me was a white capital police shirt, a vest with a hole in the side, and what made my stomach climb up my throat, was the sight of a wig carrying the perfect image of Stansfield face, but it wasn't attached to anything. It laid on top of the clothing like a mask.
I moved closer, bending down to pick it up.
It was exactly that, a mask, a well- made almost realistic mask of Stansfield, but looked like a Halloween mask with the eye holes bored out and the mouth gaping open. Large tears along the neck told me it had been ripped off from the bottom up.
I clenched the mask in my hands angrily, "Fucking fuck." I turned, running as fast as I could back to Claire and Davey. I had to show them the mask.
Coming around the last corner to find a thick mob of Agents hovering around her office, shouting frantically in cell phones and radios.
I pushed through the mob, shouting at those who tried to stop me, who I was. I heard Davey's voice shouting at the mob, trying to get them to move with a better sense of urgency. I was slightly confused until the last few black suits in my way parted to reveal a sight that took the wind out of me.
Claire sat on the floor, propped up against the wall, Davey holding her in his arms as she looked at the floor, pale and shaking. Davey looked up, catching my eyes, "Kit!" He held his hand out to me to take, pulling me closer to the two of them.
Claire raised her head up, smiling weakly trying to comfort me. I ran my hands over my hair, "It's okay, it's okay. I'm here." I began to panic, dropping the mask to the floor to free my hands. I looked down, spotting blood on her hands. "Oh my god, no."
An immense amount of fear raced through my body, mixing with the leftover adrenaline from chasing Stansfield. My senses suddenly became crisp and clear, I could smell everything, the blood, the sweat of everyone, the residual cordite in the air from the gunfire.
I shook my head as the rest of my senses heightened to a level I had never experienced before. I could see, smell, taste, and feel everything that was going on in the hallway. Primarily the fear and panic coming from the woman I loved sitting against the wall with blood on her hands.
Her blood.
Claire swallowed slowly, leaning her head back, to close her eyes. I moved her gently and saw the blood pooling around her upper arm. Davey was holding his handkerchief around it to stop the bleeding. I shot him a look, he looked back with frightening intensity, nodding to confirm my findings. Davey turned back to the crowd, screaming at them to move and let the paramedics in.
Claire had been shot in the upper arm and was bleeding faster than he could stop it.
Chapter 22
Shock.
I was slipping into shock and there was little I could do to stop it.
A hand was clutched around my wound, squeezing with force to stop more blood from covering my shirt and the floor around me. I could still feel the slow trickle of warm blood running down my arm, pooling in the cradle of my fingertips, creating a morbid small pond of my deep red blood, forcing me to stare at it.
Sounds were fading away, movements were slowing and the edges of my vision blurred. I knew I had been shot in my upper arm, possibly through the bicep.
Davidek had shoved me to the wall at the right second, if he hadn't, the two shots fired were destined to land in the middle of my chest. I had slid to the floor when the commotion erupted after the gunshots and the yelling, rang through the marble and granite halls.
I was cold, shaking and scared. Davidek was doing his best to keep me calm, but I heard the fear in his voice. I had to close my eyes, trying to calm down enough to internally assess my injury.
Warm hands pressed against the sides of my face, opening my eyes with the comforting sensation. I looked deep into big hazel eyes asking me questions I didn't understand, the sound was still muted around me. Kit was holding strong and when I didn't answer her, she looked to Davidek, panicked.
My eyes shut on their own, my body wanting to shut down and pass out to begin its own damage control. I nodded to no one, agreeing that it was a good idea for my body to shut down. I was tired and the pain began to radiate through my body like a dull, stinging throb. My eyes were only shut for a second when I felt my body lifted up and pressed against a warm one, whose heart was pounding audibly.
I opened my eyes, looking up at the bottom of Kit's chin, her jaw clenched as she held me tightly, carrying me back into the office and setting me down on the couch we had just shared in carnal bliss.
I could feel her talking to Davidek, the vibrations of her determined voice, soothing me as it graced the areas of her body I was still pressed against. Kit looked down at me, smiling for my benefit even though I could clearly read every emotion on her face. "The paramedics are still on their way, Claire. I'm going to try to stop the bleeding before they get here."
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