The Memory Agent & Fool Me Once (17 page)

It’s the
middle of the night and Derek is asleep in the bed next to Jillian’s bed.
Jillian is asleep, but her sleep is fitful.
 
She's having a nightmare, which ends with her crying out.

Derek snaps
awake, hops out of bed and hurries to her.
 
He takes her in his arms to comfort her.
 
She's shaken, trembling.

“It was just a
bad dream.
 
You're safe.
 
I’m not going to let anyone hurt you,”
Derek reassures Jillian.

“I wasn't
dreaming that I was hurt, I was dreaming that you were hurt.”

“I'm
okay.
 
Everything's going to be okay,”
his voice soothing.

Jillian cuddles
into Derek’s shoulder, resting against his brawny chest not wanting him to
move.

Realizing she
needs the physical comfort, he positions himself on the bed for her to fall
asleep in the nook of his arm.
  
Which she
does.
 
Straight away
.
 
He watches her sleeping, brushing her
hair away from her eyes while tenderly stroking her cheek with the back of his
fingers.
 
And soon he falls asleep.

*****

The next
morning Derek, showered and cleaned up, sits by the motel room window checking
his guns.
 
Jillian, still asleep,
finally awakens.
 
First thing she
notices is Derek is gone from the bed, which bums her.
 
But when she sees him by the window
she’s relieved.
 
“I don’t think
I’ve ever slept so well, after the nightmare that is,” she reveals.

“I had a
pretty good night sleep myself,” he adds.

“What time is
it?”

“You've got
the watch.”

She looks at
it.
 
It reads 11:30am.
 
“Wow, I slept that long?”

“Not much
longer than me.”

Jillian gets
out of bed and approaches Derek.
 
She takes off the wristwatch.
 
“You should probably have this back.”

“Not yet.
 
That watch does not leave your wrist
until this is all over.”

“What do we do
now?”
 
Jillian asks as she puts the
watch back on.

“First, I need
to check in with the CS investigators.
 
See if the evidence has produced any leads
,
check out some things online
. This motel doesn’t have
wifi
but there’s a place across the street that does.”

“I'm going to
take a shower.”
 
Jillian
heads for the bathroom.

Inside the
bathroom she strips and gets in the shower.
 
The hot water runs down her naked body.

Seated by the
window, Derek can hear the shower running.
 
He’s imagining Jillian in the shower, and imagining joining
her in the shower, and the thoughts are making him flustered.
 
He shakes his head as if trying to push
out the erotic images from his mind.

A short time
later, Jillian and Derek head out from their motel room, cross the street and
walk to a dive bar.
 
They enter.

Derek checks
out the joint. There are a few old drunks at the bar and a couple of cocky
college boys playing pool. The college boys check out Jillian and then
Derek.
 
The 12+ years age
difference between the two isn't lost on the boys.

Derek takes a
seat at the bar and opens up his notebook logging on with the dive bar’s
wifi
.
 
Jillian
takes a seat next to him.
 
Derek
accesses his email program and sends an instant message to the CSI lab at the
police station.
 
He asks about the
evidence and then waits for a reply.

The CS
investigator replies that no images were caught on the security tapes and that
the finger prints from the museum belonged to a low level Russian mob thug
whose dead body was discovered last night in an abandoned lot.
 
The investigator explains that they
believe the leak was inside the FBI since no one in the police department knew
where Jillian was taken.

“Any
news?”
 
Jillian asks.

“Nothing
helpful.”

“I'm going to
the ladies room. I’ll be right back,” Jillian gets up and walks down the length
of the bar to the back where the restrooms are located.

The college
boys watch her.
 
Derek watches the
college boys.
 
He resumes his work
on the computer.

Moments
later Jillian exits the ladies room to find that
the college boys are now hanging around by the end of the bar.
 
They step in her way blocking her path
to Derek.

“Hey,
doll.
 
Did that old man give you
that welt on your cheek?” one of the boys asks.

“We could take
him down for you if you want,” another boy offers.

Derek notices
the interaction and is about to get up and intervene when Jillian shakes her
head no.

“That man
saved my life and he is way more man than the two of you little boys will ever
be.”
 
Jillian proudly states loud
enough for Derek to hear.

Jillian
shoulders her way past the college boys.
 
She walks confidently to Derek.
 
Derek has swiveled on his bar stool so his full, strong, broad body is
facing Jillian.
 
“What was that all
about?”
 
Derek asks curiously.

Jillian
doesn’t answer.
 
Instead she walks
right up to Derek, placing her body between his legs on the stool, puts her
hands on either side of his face, leans her body into his and kisses him.
 
Not tenderly, not sweetly.
 
With
full blown
desire and passion.

Initially
Derek is stunned, but it doesn't take him more than a
nano
second to plunge his tongue into Jillian’s mouth, grab her as close as he can
and equally return the desire and passion.
 
The kiss is epic, a year of pent up longings exploding in
this embrace.
 
With their bodies
touching Jillian can feel Derek getting hard so she presses her hips into his
encouraging the growing desire.

The old men at
the bar perk up with life as they watch the kiss.
 
The bartender fans herself as she watches the kiss.
 
And the college boys, miffed, know deep
down that they will never ever be kissed like that in their entire lives.
 
One of them calls out…”Get a room.”

Derek and
Jillian rush into the motel room, still embraced, and immediately resume their
torrid kissing.
 
They kick off
their shoes and tear at each other’s tops removing their shirts and Jillian’s
bra in a frenzy to get naked.
 

That’s when
Jillian sees it – Derek’s upper torso is covered with scars; bullet
scars, knife scars, war burn scars.
 
She gasps bringing the passion to a screeching halt.

Vulnerability
and humiliation creep into Derek’s eyes and expression.
 
“Real appealing, huh?”
 
He says off of Jillian’s response to
his scars.
 
She doesn’t
answer.
 
Instead she does something
that completely blows his mind.
 
She gently and sweetly kisses every single scar on his body.
 
His eyes mist,
overwhelmed by the power of her tenderness.

When she has
finished kissing the scars she looks at him tenderly, “everything about you is
appealing to me, Derek,” she claims with heartfelt conviction.

His eyes
widen, deeply touched by her words. “Say it again,” he says softly.
 
“My name, say it again.”

She looks
deeply in his eyes as she says his name again with a loving smile, her voice
caressing his soul, “Derek.”
 

He grabs her
in an embrace, the passionate fervor has returned.
 
But there’s a new layer to the desire, a deeper connection
between them; the aching need is not only physical, it’s now emotional and they
are the only ones who can quench each other’s desire, who can satisfy each
other’s needs.

They break
their embrace to remove their pants.
 
Jillian, now naked, playfully hops on the bed, props herself on her
elbows, spreads her legs and gives Derek one hell of a come hither look.

“So you
wanna
play now?”
 
He teases as he saunters his naked, hard body to the bed giving her a
devilish smile.

“You better
believe it!”
 
She retorts as she
wiggles her hips tauntingly.
 
“Feel
free to cuff me if you want.”

“Not our first
time. I want you touching me our first time” Derek says softly and
seriously.
 
Then he grins, “the
third or fourth time we can add toys.”

“Sounds like a
plan,” Jillian encourages.
 
She
positions herself onto her knees near the edge of the bed and opens her arms,
ready to touch him.

He walks into
her waiting embrace and plants a wet, hot kiss on her.
 
Jillian runs her fingers down Derek’s
taut chest, sensually caressing his warm skin.
 
Her fingers move south until they find what their looking
for, his sweet hardness.
 
She runs
her fingers up and down his hard shaft and then grips it coaxing it to stiffen
even more.
 
Derek buries a moan in
Jillian’s
neck,
his warm breath and tickling scruff
send shivers throughout her body.
 
“I need you,” he whispers into her ear.

Jillian’s need
for him is just as strong.
 
She
releases her grip and tugs Derek back down onto the bed so he’s on top of
her.
 
She spreads her legs further
apart pressing her hips into his.
 
Derek’s fingers find Jillian’s sweet spot.
 
He caresses her clit and then shoves two fingers inside of
her, probing, finding her wet with anticipation.
 

“You have no
idea how often I dreamt about this, about making love to you, wondering how
it’d feel to have you inside of me,” she tenderly tells him as she caresses his
face.

Derek answers
her by awakening her dream.
 
He
removes his fingers and then drives his erection into her.
 
She gasps, her body overcome with
pleasure at the feel of him inside of her.
 
She looks him in the eyes as he at first moves slowly, both
of them relishing the feeling.
 
“This is so much better than my dreams,” Jillian coos breathlessly.
 

Derek thrusts
deeper and harder.
 
Her arching
hips meet his intensity thrust for thrust.
 
The desire and longing for him has been so great for so long
she comes quickly.
 
Derek smiles
feeling her hot arousal warming his manhood.
 
He comes right after her and then kisses her deep and hard
before pulling out.
 
With his lips
by her cheek, he murmurs, “You invigorate me.”

*****

At the police
station one of the CS investigators walks by Knox’s desk.
 
“Hey hold up,” Knox says to the
investigator.
 
“What’s happening
with the Reynolds case now that Winton is MIA?”
 
Knox asks.

“He’s not
completely MIA, we’ve been exchanging emails.”
 
The investigator responds.

“Did he tell
you where he’s holed up?” Knox pries.

“I didn’t ask,
he didn’t offer,” the investigator continues on his way.

Knox turns his
attention to his computer.
 
He logs
into the police department CSI files.
 
He searches and finds the email exchanges with Derek.
 
Knox puts a trace on the location of
the
internet
service Derek used.
 
The dive bar comes up.
 
Knox smiles a mean ass smile as if
thinking to himself “got him.”

Knox watches
as two feds storm into Captain Harris’s office.
 

In the Captain’s
office the feds grill him about Derek and Jillian’s location.

“I have no
idea where he is.
 
I haven't heard
from him in over twenty-four hours,” the captain tells the feds.

“You need to
get him and the witness back here now, she needs to identify the killer!”
 
One of the feds hollers.
 
“Four of my agents are dead!”