Woke Up One Morning... Part 33
Embarrassed as I am to admit it, I've had that song 'I Could Have Danced All Night' from that musical 'Funny Girl' stuck in my head for the better part of the day. It's not exactly something that can be helped. By far, that dance was one of the most romantic things that I've ever experienced.
Heero has done so much, gone to so many displays of his affections I am still completely blown away by him.
I don't think that the smile on my face has gone anywhere since I woke up. Actually, everything's been better since I woke up one particular morning. Which reminds me...
Right now, standing in the middle of the living room as I adjust my uniform tie, my eyes travel to the entertainment system where our collection of DVDs are sitting. Biting my lip, I head closer as my gaze falls on one certain case in particular.
...A simple white one with a picture of two doves on the cover with the scripted text reading, 'The Wedding of Heero Yuy and Duo Maxwell.'
Honestly, I'm shocked that this video hasn't been on my mind over these last couple of months. Before this case got rolling, it was all that I could think about with my constant debating whether or not to watch it. We've just been so incredibly preoccupied lately that I never gave it another thought.
And now the debate begins all over again... to watch or not to watch. That is the question.
"Duo?" Heero's voice calls from the entrance way of the house. "Ready to go?"
That making up my mind for me, I quickly replace the wedding DVD with its friends and grin over my shoulder, "Be right there!" On my hurried way to the front door, I finish smoothing out my uniform shirt and join my husband to follow him outside.
Plenty of time to watch that video later. Like so many other things, that will just have to take a backseat to our defending the peace.
* * * * * *
"Just what the hell had you so scared that you decided you needed to end your life rather than be caught?" I ask, folding my arms across my chest and my eyes narrowed.
Seated across the table from me is who we now know as Devin Olle. Having only had a look at him on a rainy, dark night in an alley, he is not nearly as threatening as I had originally thought him to be.
Tall and lanky without any sort of real muscle build, his brown hair falls to his shoulders and frames his thin face in layers. Under thick bangs, those light blue eyes that had flashed in terror when they saw me on our first run in, watch me cautiously.
Over the last day, Devin had become less despondent than when he arrived at headquarters to be held. Lady Une was more than confidant that he would be a willing interviewee and so far, her hunch has been right. This has been one of the easier interrogations Heero and I have ever had to handle.
Nearly the second he was brought into the room wearing his deep green jumpsuit and handcuffs, Ollie was answering every question that we had.
Maybe the guy's had a good look at his actions affecting a single mother and her little girl and seen how wrong he was. One can always hope that everyone has a good side to them that means to do the right thing.
With a rough swallow, he shakes his head and frowns, "You just don't know Ivanov. He has ties and ways of getting what he wants. If he finds out that I've been captured, he'll do everything that he can to keep me quiet. I'm as good as dead sitting here, so I don't have a reason to keep anything from you."
Okay, so maybe that is the real reason for Devin's compliance instead of a change of heart. Frustrating, but at least I can work with that, too.
In the chair beside me, Heero comments, "Jesse Krutza said much of the same, but he won't be getting out of this so easy now that we have him. The same will be the case for you." Tilting his head a bit, he asks, "How often does Ivanov contact you to follow up on your watch over Agent Storm and her daughter?"
"He called me the night before you caught me," Olle replies without so much as blinking. "It'll be almost a week before he tries to reach me again."
Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, he lowers his head and mumbles, "He just expects that everyone who works for him will do their jobs so he does not check in every day. Anyone who does not follow through with his orders really doesn't want to know the guy. But if you do as you're told, the rewards are more than worth it."
I shrug and reassure, "Well, we have your cell phone and it will always be close to wherever you are with one of us around. You just act like everything is perfectly fine. Eventually, one of his clients or henchmen that we'll be bringing in will know how to find him."
A bitter laugh escapes Devin and he shakes his head, "You just don't get it. Even if I do that, Ivanov will eventually find out that something is wrong when suddenly more and more people in his camp are unaccounted for. When that happens, he'll find a way to us to keep us quiet."
Well, at the rate we're moving, Ivanov won't have the time to know anything is up before we close in on him. No one has that much power that they can keep dodging the authorities forever.
"You just let us worry about that," I smirk. "We'll keep the boogie man away." Raising an eyebrow, I add, "Unless there is another agent that is also working for him that we haven't been told about yet." I am a little unnerved over that possibility. Seems nothing is a certainty in this investigation.
Olle replies flatly, "No. Ivanov is careful with the certain company he keeps. He would not have risked getting to more than one Preventer and risk having those agents turn around to snitch on him."
That was exactly my original reasoning, but it's still a relief to hear it from the one man who would know if there was another bad link in the chain.
Like Krutza, he'll be perfectly honest with whether or not another agent is involved since they want to keep themselves safe as well. Neither one of them is about to allow word of their capture get to their boss.
Nodding his head firmly, Heero responds, "Then you have nothing to worry about." Before I can ask the question that has been nagging me, he beats me to the punch as he inquires, "As for your deal with Ivanov involving your assignment, what were your orders if Agent Storm had failed to comply with what she was told?"
I know I am not going to like the answer when Devin's blue eyes widen in panic.
As he takes a deep breath, I can see the thought process going through his mind as he debates if he should talk or suddenly keep quiet. In the end, he knows that it simply would go better for him in the long run if he stays cooperative.
"My direct orders from Ivanov were to kill her and her girl," he finally states, his voice lacking any real emotion over the matter. "He said that there would always be a way to another agent if she didn't work out in the end."
Of course, we had expected as much when it came from the man in charge.
It's still beyond upsetting how little value they have for the lives of others. At least now we have another charge to add onto the laundry list of them against Ivanov with conspiracy for murder, thanks to this confession.
Knowing that I've had my fill of information for the day, I look over to 'Ro as we begin a silent conversation when our eyes meet.
Clearly 'hearing' me, he turns back to Olle and comments, "Well, you'll have a long time in a very small cell to consider whether your rewards for helping Ivanov were really worth it." Our captive bites his lip and lowers his head at that.
Sad thing is that I know he feels worse for himself and the fact that he was caught than what harm he threatened against a mother and her innocent child. I've definitely had enough with being in the same room with him.
Pushing myself up from the chair, I head for the door and open it to the two agents standing guard. "Get him out of here," I tell them with a little more bite in my tone than intended, though they seem to know that it was not directed at them.
Quickly bowing their heads, they move in and gather Olle up by either arm to help him to his feet and walk him off. The two Preventers that had been in the observation room wave their goodbyes and give their salutations before disappearing.
When Heero and I are alone in the interrogation room again, I sigh deeply and return to my seat as I dry wash my face with my hands. "Are you alright?" my husband asks gently as a firm hand rests on my shoulder to squeeze it.
"Yea," I nod while lowering my hands to face him. Frowning, I shrug, "It's all just a little hard to take when there are friends and kids involved, you know?" The sad smile that tugs the corner of his mouth tells me that he does as he leans in to plant a soft kiss on my forehead.
In little more than a whisper, he says as he pulls back, "And you can't but help but try to find the good in people. Even people like Olle."
That certainly is something that has been bothering me. Smiling, I shrug, "I have to for my sanity. Just comes from habit with some of Sister Helen's teachings that everyone has good in them, even if it's not obvious."
Over the course of the wars, I had to put that lesson aside to do what I needed to do. Since then, I've been trying to pay more heed to those words.
Heero gives me another one of those special grins for my eyes only.
"It's one of the things that I admire the most about you," he shares. "After everything you've been through, you still try to abide by something like that. And it's actually been rubbing off on my usually cynical way of thinking." Smirking, he snorts, "Yet another thing that your influence has changed in me."
Getting to his feet, my partner urges, "Let's go take our lunch and head out for some fresh air. That'll help before we get to leave for the day." I give him a wide grin of gratitude at the suggestion that I know is just what Sally would have ordered if she was here.
Slowly rising, I follow him out of the room, looking forward to the clear skies and air that we've had to watch from our office windows for the better part of the day.
* * * * * *
Not long after we returned home earlier, it was apparent to both me and Heero that we had some... tension to take care of the moment the front door closed.
Our clothes were shed the moment we half-walked-half-stumbled into the bedroom, kissing and groping each other the whole way to the bed. The tie at the end of my braid was snapped and nimble fingers unwove the weave until every strand fell free.
A long bout of fooling around later, I am more than raring and willing for whatever is in store for me as I am pinned down to the bed with a certain grinning face just over mine.
"I want to try something different this time," Heero breathes in a way that I'm one big goose bump. Unwilling to try using my voice, I nod for him to go on. Smiling, he wraps his arms around my waist and turns us so that I'm on top.
No way! ...He's not suggesting...
That smile tugs up further as my husband requests, "I want to feel you inside of me."
My brain just completely shuts down at that while my mouth opens and closes without a damned sound coming out. I guess he was suggesting what I thought he was suggesting. Just the notion of what he is asking has my heart hammering in my chest.
I would be lying if I said that I never wondered what it would feel like to be on the other side of our lovemaking. Now knowing that I have that opportunity, I'm at a complete loss as to what to do.
After a long pause on my part, Heero grins and nods in encouragement and shifts himself so that his legs part.
Finally getting my bearings, I swallow roughly and reach for the bottle of lube waiting in the drawer of the table beside the bed. Both of us still hard from our foreplay that got us up to this point, I coat my fingers and get ready to move things along.
Nervous beyond belief, I push myself down so that I kneel between my lover's spread legs. Slicking up my first three fingers with a generous dose of lube, I bite my lip and keep them from shaking too much when I reach down to trace the entrance I am about to penetrate.
'Ro closes his eyes and rests his head back on the pillow as a sign that he's ready. Taking a deep breath, I apply some pressure so that my pointer finger slips in only about an inch. I can feel my cock twitch when I get a sense of the warmth and tightness in that cavern.
Adjusting his hips slightly as he adjusts to the sensation, Heero is beginning to pant and announces in a thick voice. "Go on." On that cue, I push my finger further in until it's completely in. Then a soft moan escapes my husband's lungs and I almost come unglued.
Slowly and surely, I go off the cues given to me as well as my experiences in how 'Ro would prepare me until I manage to get all three fingers inside to loosen and stretch his insides until he whispers through his labored breath, "Okay. I'm ready."
Even though I haven't exerted myself, I'm sweating as much as he is as I slowly pull my fingers out to wipe them clean on a wet wipe from the stash inside in the table drawer. Nearly unable to breathe, I pump a handful of lube into my palm and massage it onto my stiff penis.
Moving myself so that my tip is just as his entrance, I hold myself up with an arm propped at either side of my partner's head. His cobalt eyes opening, he smiles and pulls me down on top of him.
That's all the sign I need from him. Holding my breath, I push my hips forward and carefully slip in until I am completely buried in an incredible heat and grip. Heero gasps sharply along with me as he arches upward at the sensations that I know are sending him into another realm right now.
I hold onto my husband as well as what restraint I have to not thrust too hard into him, shuddering at the sharp cry of surprise that rips from him. Keeping a steady pace, I move to make his adjustment quicker and easier on him.
Before long, the initial shock and brief sting of pain melts into the pleasure and excitement that I am all too familiar with. I can tell in the way that he is raising his own hips to meet my thrusts so that I can get as deep as possible.
Fuck! This is better than I ever could have imagined.
Muttering words that I can't really understand right now as I pant heavily and continue to slip in and out of Heero, I groan and ride the waves of feelings running through me. Just so damned taken aback by all of the overwhelming sensations, I continue to follow 'Ro's lead and obey when he whimpers for more.
As I gain more and more confidence, I push a little harder and faster with every thrust and I can tell that I'm reaching my folding point.
Urging me on with his kisses and whispered plea, my lover grips onto me to the point that his nails are digging into my back. Somehow, even with the fog that has overtaken my mind, I manage to remember to wrap my hand firmly around his hardness and begin to pump it in time with us.
Only a few of those pumps in, Heero's back arches once again and his eyes squeeze closed as he screams my name unlike any time before. His warm, thick semen coats my hand and lower chest as he spills out in the mist of his orgasm.
That's all the motivation I need to get only a couple more thrusts in before I'm leaning upward with a long cry of my own as I feel my seed flood his insides.
Collapsing onto my partner, I'm heaving for air as badly as he is. Drenched by our sweat and sticky down below, I honestly can't remember a time I was more content now that I've had the chance to know what it is like to be inside of Heero Yuy...
...Yuy-Maxwell, as he would correct.
That he would trust me with such a gift is really hitting home and my eyes begin to water a bit. At the sight of those tears, Heero smiles and holds me close against him. Kissing my cheek, his own voice is a bit broken with emotion as he whispers a sincere, "Thank you."
I mumble in kind and turn my head to kiss his lips firmly, an exchange that he deepens with a sigh. Reluctant as I am to do it, I pull out of his warmth and shift so that I can curl up against his side.
Pulling the blankets over us after a quick cleaning, 'Ro holds me close and kisses the top of my head. I'm already beginning to drift off after a long, emotionally-charged day as he reaches over to the table to turn the lamp off.
Lulled by the soft pulse beating under my ear while I snuggle close, I let out a long sigh and welcome the sweet dreams that are pulling me in.
TBC...
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