Stretching languidly as she pushed her chair back from the desk, Mel then reached into her drawer, grabbed her purse and excused herself. They were no closer to figuring out the unsub's motive, let alone identifying him--and it looked as though it were going to turn into a long night of inter-agency cooperation. She rolled her eyes in exasperation and because she knew her craving would get the best of her at some point. As she walked, Mel smoothed her slighly shaking hands down her tailored pants and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
Everyone but Rebecca assumed she was simply going to the ladies' room.
Or so she thought.
But as she propped herself on the counter next to the sink and started to light her cigarette, the door flung open.
"This is a government building you know. In California. Smoking in here is wrong on so many levels," he told her as he locked the washroom door.
In typical Mel fashion, she snarked back, "Yeah? Well when I came in here at least I checked to make sure I had tits like sign on the door indicates are needed to use this particular facility." Then she popped her cigarette in her mouth and flicked the lighter.
But before she could bring the flikering flame to the tobacco, Danny snatched it out of her mouth.
"Hey!" she cried out, perturbed when he broke it and threw it in the toilet.
With a huff, but undaunted, she pulled out another one and stuck it between her lips. But just as determined, Danny plucked it and tossed it into the trash can.
"What the hell, Danny?" she asked angrily.
He moved into her personal space, placing his hands on the counter beside her hips. Danny leaned in, bending over a bit and his face was close enough for her to feel his breath on her mouth as he told her, voice low and gravelly, "Those things are gonna kill you."
She licked her lips and looked into his clear blue eyes--wavering, almost letting go. But she steeled her resolve. She wasn't going to give; she didn't cave for anyone.
"Yeah, well...I gotta die of something."
"Mel, you're an FBI Agent. I think you've already increased your risk enough, don't you?" he purred with a smile, his right eyebrow cocked mockingly.
Scooting her pelvis closer to the edge of the counter, her buttocks barely keeping her achored, she leaned in closing the gap between them and whispered, taunting him in return, "And what would you know about 'risk,' Danny-Boy?"
Danny's eyes flashed blue fire, stealing the saucy red-head's breath. His big hands jerked her up onto her feet, her heels clicking on the hard tile, and he deftly undid the button on her slacks. He yanked the zipper down and the material pooled around her ankles. There was no doubt about her stepping out of them. When he bent to pick them up with one hand he expertly unfastened his own with the other and as his slacks slid down thickly muscled, wiry-haired thighs, he tossed hers to hang over the stall door.
Mel considered putting a stop to this when Danny tucked one big finger into the leg of her barely-there thong and tugged hard. It was, afterall her favorite pair and she didn't want them ripped to pieces. But Danny only ran that calloused finger down the edge of the material, over the crease of her thigh where it met her pelvis, down between her spread legs, and between her now-moist labia. He wrapped his other arm around her back and lifted her to him, crushing his hand between them and he returned her to the counter-top. He grasped his cock and still staring into her eyes, he shifted the material of her panties to the side. And just after she hooked one ankle around his hip, he plunged into her tight warmth.
The woman gasped and bit her lip to keep from crying out, then had to brace one hand on the towel dispenser and the other on the cold metal faucet just to hang on because Danny set up a break neck pace. His hands moved to grasp her hips, and he pounded into her relentlessly, pulling her foward to meet his every thrust.
It didn't take long for her to climax, not with the silky material of his tie rubbing her clit with each move he made. She opened her mouth to cry out, but held back the sound as she felt her muscles clench tightly around him. Panting, she leaned forward to press her forehead against his in an effort to catch her breath. Then Danny's pace faltered and stuttered as he found his own release.
After a moment where they waited for breathing and heart rates to slow and return to more normal patterns, Danny pulled out, tucked himself into his boxers, and hauled up his trousers and fastened them. He washed his hands in the second basin, dried them quickly then leaned in to the mirror. He picked up the end of his tie, noticed the stain and looked at Mel in the reflection, smirking, but didn't say a word. He simply smoothed the material down, fastened his suit jacket over it and performed an impeccable about face. Then he unlocked the door and left.
Mel released a pent-up breath and hopped off the counter. As she reached for her pants, she shook her head and for the tiniest of moments Mel wanted to laugh at how considerate he had been; afterall, it was hell getting the wrinkles out of those pants. And really, how mussed could one get by simply going to the bathroom? It was something she was glad she wouldn't have to explain.
So she tidied up a bit, stepped into and pulled the material over her hips, then fastened them. Smiling, she tucked the cigarettes and lighter back into her bag because, amazingly, she didn't want one.
No, with six feet four inches of beautiful, oversexed, hard-bodied ex-Marine as an intervention, her cravings for nicotine paled in comparison. He was better than the patch, hypnosis, accupuncture and gum rolled into one.
When Mel got back to her desk Rebecca smiled at her, knowingly. And as the blonde turned to face her computer and the files in front of her, she thought for certain her friend would have that bad habit kicked in no time.
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