Retribution

Retribution
Chapter 2: Emily’s Apartment

Her apartment was small, one bedroom. The view was lousy and the neighbors were loud, but it was clean, and for the most part, it was safe…so far. After letting them in, Emily turned the bolts and chain locks on her door. It wasn’t exactly a friendly section of town and she was probably wise to take precautions. Connor surprised himself when he was overcome with the sudden urge to hold her in his arms and protect her. Geeze Connor, get a hold of yourself man, it's just a girl, you can’t let a tight sweater get to you like that.

Murphy was looking at him with an amused expression.

“What?”

He chuckled and said in Russian, “You look like a puppy the way your eyes follow her around. It’s sad, how long has it been since you got laid?”

Connor also spoke Russian when he replied, “Hey, fuck you. I’m no puppy. Besides, I was with that girl back in Wales and it’s none of your business anyway.”

Murphy just laughed, that expression never leaving his face.

Ah fuck, how long had it been since Wales?

When he looked up he saw Emily standing before them, her hands resting on her hips, she seemed to be thinking. “Alright, I think I have three extra blankets…the couch might be a fold out, but I don’t know. It was here when I moved in. One of you might have to take the floor, sorry but it’s the best I can do.”

Murphy spoke up, “No problem, we’ll take anything that you can throw us. We really appreciate what your doing here. And I’m sure ol' Connor here won’t mind taking the floor.” He grinned and patted Connor on the back
Fucking bastard…you think you’re so smooth don’t you?

Connor managed to keep his expression pleasant for Emily’s sake.

She smiled. “Good, ok…well, you guys put your stuff down, and I’ll see what I can do about those blankets.” She turned and went in to a side room.

Connor looked around. The apartment was really small. There was a room that had a couch and a small TV, but it was connected to the kitchen were there was a stove, a table, and a refrigerator. Next to the locked door there was a closet and opposite that was the door that Emily had gone threw. Connor assumed that it led to the bed room.

From inside that room he heard Emily’s voice, “Hey sweetie, I’m home, I brought company too.”

What?? I boyfriend? A husband? This is great, the last thing we need is a paranoid lover. This wasn’t a good idea. FUCK.

It was then he saw the cat. It walked in like ruled the world, from the bedroom right up to him. It looked up, its eyes large and green, its black fur shining under the lamp light. It seemed to say, “Go away, I don’t like you, you are not welcome, go away.”

From the other side of the room, near the couch were he had been trying to unfold it into a bed, Murphy suddenly broke out in laughter. “A cat!? You should be careful around this one, eh? No loaded weapons!” Tears welled up in his eyes as he doubled over, exceedingly pleased with his joke.

Connor glared at him. “Hey! That was no more my fault than it was yours ok? Now shut the fuck up and pull that bed out.”
His brother was finally catching his breath. “It doesn’t pull, looks like you’ll be on the floor tonight boyo. Heh”

Connor glared, wishing that he had a fistful of raw meat to pummel his brother with, cocky bastard. “You are so lucky that we are in someone else’s houthertherwise.” He shook his fist.

“O yeah?” Murphy took a smack at his brother. “Or what? What? Common.”

When Emily finally walked back into the TV room, she found the twins of the floor, wrestling. At the moment Connor was sitting on Murphy, beating a throw pillow over his head. He looked up when she entered.

“O, um…” Way to go, I bet this just looks GREAT.

He didn’t see the other pillow come flying at his head until it was too late, the next thing he knew he was lying on his back, watching Murphy stand up, that infernal smirk on his lips.

“Are you boys through? You better not have ruined any of my furniture.”

Connor crawled his way to his feet, he guiltily still held the pillow in hand.

“Er, yeah, I think the furniture will make it.” O shit, I sound like an idiot!

Emily smiled and dropped a bundle of blankets on the arm of the couch. “Um, I could only find two, but one of them is pretty big, so that should work.” She looked back up.

Murphy picked up the blankets, “Thanks darlin. These will work fine.”

She smiled again and looked up at the clock, “Oh my, how did it get so late?”

It was 3 am.

“Time flies when you’re having fun” Connor regretted his comment as soon as he spoke. What the fuck is that supposed to mean anyway? It doesn’t make any sense.

She looked back over, “Well, I guess I’ll let you guys get some rest” She started backing in to her room, and both Connor and Murphy said their good nights.

Connor didn’t sleep. He lay on the hard floor, his blanket too small, so he had to curl up to try to stay warm, and the pillow under his head made his neck stiff. Murphy however, slept like a baby. The bastard even talked in his sleep. Connor suppressed the urge to smother him with a pillow. Then there was the cat. The damned feline really seemed to detest his presence, and sat in the chair over his head, growling every time he moved. Connor wanted to smother it with a pillow too. Fucking cat.

He lay in the dark, glaring at the ceiling over head. Finally, when the clock rang 5 he gave up and stood, stretching to get the kinks out. He looked down at his shirt were it lay discarded across his black bag and decided to leave it there.

He walked past the couch trying to maneuver himself to the kitchen table, it was dark. With a sudden string of curses he bashed his toe against the sofa. Son of a fucking bitch!

Connor got away from the couch as carefully as he could, and fumbled blind in the darkness. He ran into a side table a laa lamp. More swearing, but he tried to keep his voice down so as not to wake anyone else.

Christ! I can’t even find a fucking wall…this place isn’t that fucking big.

Awkwardly he reached his hands out and finally the encountered something hard, smooth, and cool.

There we go.

He ran his hands over it, searching for the light switch. Wait, this isden…den…walls aren’t usually wooden.

What the?

In the instant he realized that he was griping a door, light suddenly flooded into the room. He found him self standing at the door of Emily’s bedroom, which was open. Inside toom oom was small, with an empty bed covered in a light blue blanket, the walls were plain except for a few pictures, and the room it’s self was mostly tidy except for a few under things scattered about. Finally Connor looked up to see the source of the light. It was coming from an open door in the corner of the room, steam and the sweet smell of soap floated into the air.

His eyes widened the instant they focused on Emily. She was standing in the doorway, hand still on the knob. Her completely naked body seemed to glow with the light that streamed around her. The water dripped from her hair, onto her shoulders, and down the supple curve of her perfect breasts.

In the same moment his eyes found her, she looked up and saw him standing, shirtless, in the doorway. With a sound that resembled that of a frightened animal she whirled around and ducked back into the bathroom. But the floor was wet under her feet and right before his eyes she went down with a wince. While he could no longer see her, Connor heard her whimper.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine…thanks” He heard the pain clearly in her voice.

Connor took a few more steps into the room, bringing him up to the bathroom door. He saw her lying on the floor, one foot curled up next to her body as her hands slowly rubbed the ankle. She winced. He tried to focus on her pain, rather than the fact that she was completely naked. He ached to touch her, hold her, consume her, but instead he knelt down next to her and offered his hand.

“Here,”

She looked up, her cheeks crimson and her brown eyes large as they met with his.

Emily took his hand and Connor pulled her to her feet. However the floor was still slick and her ankle still weak, she slipped again almost immediately, this time he caught her and pulled her tight against him. Emily looked up again, she didn’t say a word as he put his arm behind her legs and picked her up, carrying her to the small bed.

She has to be at least 10 years younger than you. Well…maybe 8, but she’s just a girl! Damn…girls don’t look like that. Get a grip Connor! You have a job to do. Just try not to think about it.

Connor set her down on the soft blanket and sat next to her, reaching his hand down he gently grasped her slender ankle and massaged it with his finger tips. From the corner of his eye he saw her watching him.

“Thank you.”

He stopped his massage and looked up, “Is that better?”

She nodded.

For a moment they just sat, looking at each other. Connor had no way of knowing what she was thinking, but he hoped desperately that she didn’t look at his lap, for it was all too noticeable what he was thinking.

“Well, I guess I’ll let you…geesseessed…do you need any help?”

“…no thanks”

Connor shifted his weight. “Alright then…”

“Connor?” Her voice was soft.

He looked up, almost surprised when her lips brushed against his. She was leaning in close, her eyes closed. Before he could tell his body not to do anything foolish, he had her in his arms, one hand tangled in her wet, silken hair as the other ran smoothly down her spine. She tasted sweet. He wanted her. He wanted her bad.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her kisses becoming more heated as his hands roamed from her back to her hips. He kissed her neck and chest, the clean smell of soap radiated from her body.

His hunger over took him, and the softness of her body drove him to near madness. His hands grasped her waist and he pushed her onto her back, fitting himself perfectly between her legs.

Emily grasped his shoulders and he leaned in, kissing her neck, her chest. His mouth closed around one of her nipples; he sucked and nipped at it playfully, then harder as he heard a moan erupt from deep with in her throat. She arched her back, offering herself up to him. A gift that he gladly took, showering her with hot kisses as his hands kneaded her breasts.

Emily gasped as Connor trailed his hand lightly down her belly to were her legs met. With his fingers he stroked her flesh, sending ripples of pleasure up her spine. He plunged his fingers deep into her, working them into a rhythm that sent Emily whimpering, her body arched, straining against his hand.

Connor smiled as gasps erupted from her throat; she rolled her head back, eyes half shut, her body squirming against him, begging for more. He longed to tease her; he loved the way she quivered under him in anticipation. He wanted to draw it out, make it lasreverever, until she screamed for release. But he knew he couldn’t, already beads of sweat stood out on his brow, his breath came from deep with in his chest.

Finally Connor leaned back, pulling away from her and breaking contact. His hands went to his zipper as he struggled to get his pants off his hips. Finally they slid to the floor despite his shaking fingers, and he crawled back on top of her, locking her mouth with his, as if he were trying to devour her. Slowly he pushed himself into her, using the last of his self control to keep from ripping into her.

He moaned instantly, the soft and piercing heat of her body wrapping around him, driving his senses to the breaking point. Connor bent himself against her, going down on his elbows, burying his face in the base of her neck, he used his legs to thrust himself into her. The feel of her firm breasts against his rock hard chest, the motion of their bodies sliding together, the moans spilfromfrom her lips, primal and raw, all caused his senses to heighten, his mind grew dim and his movements more frantic.

He dimlyt het her grasping his shoulders, barely registered the scrape of her nails digging into his skin, but he did feel the sudden tightening of her body around him. She shuddered as a tremor of pleasure ripped threw her body, he could feel her rising to climax. Connor moaned, his hands griped her hips tightly, the flesh bruising under his fingertips.dug dug deeply into her, the frenzied union of their bodies building, finally Connors mind completely left him, his body was over whelmed with this moment. Emily’s whole body stiffened and squeezed him inside her. He lost total control, spilling his seed deep her her, he was only aware of screams around him and the electric shocks that cascaded threw his body.

Finally Connor rolled off Emily. They lay there side by side on the small bed, eyes half open, panting breathlessly. Despite the cool morninoundound him the warmth of her body, still clung to him. He rolled his head to the side a gazed upon her. Her hair was thrown about and tangled, still wet in places, upon her alabaster body there was a glittering sheen of sweat.

She looked over at him.

What the fuck now?