Stories by Kiera Dellacroix

by Dellacroix, Kiera

  "No, I just want the blueprints."

  "Why?" Piper asked puzzled.

  "In case I have to go there."

  "I don't understand."

  "The men that the Organization has standing by are being housed in that building."

  "Why would you go there then?" Piper asked with a frown.

  "I probably won't, but I like to cover all the bases," Bailey said growing worried with Piper's expression. "Piper, you don't know how much I'd like to leave this all behind and just have a normal life," she said sincerely. "It's just not possible at the moment."

  "Bailey, I'll admit that this all very frightening to me," Piper said squeezing the shoulders underneath her hands. "I've learned a lot of things very quickly. But I know this is a life you didn't ask for and it's not I life I want for you, or for us."

  "It won't be," Bailey said gravely. "I promise."

  "I'd stay with you anyways," Piper said quietly.

  "I'd die before I allowed you to live in my world," Bailey said with flashing eyes. "It's just not an option."

  III

  She knows what I’m about, She can take what I dish out,

  And that’s not easy

  - T. Jones

  "What's the word?" Terry asked robustly as he took his seat at the head of the table Tuesday morning.

  "Nguyen is dead," Bob said tonelessly. "According to Mr. Phillips, the Atlanta PD has no suspects in his murder. The blade that Mr. Nguyen was carrying had no traces of blood on it and there were no witnesses. He was found with his throat cut and a deep puncture wound in his right armpit."

  "Too bad, he would have made a good employee," Terry said casually. "What's the story on her movement?

  "Cameron and Tate returned to Cameron's residence," Bob said. "No movement since."

  "I see," Terry said with a smile and punched a number into his speakerphone.

  "Marland."

  "Mr. Marland, did Piper Tate come into work today?" Terry asked jovially.

  "No, she didn't," Marland answered. "According to company e-mail she'll be out of the office until Thursday."

  "Excellent," Terry said. "Thank you, Mr. Marland," he added as he hung up.

  "Put around the clock surveillance on the Tate residence," Terry said to Bob. "I want movement reports on her as well for the next few days."

  "Alright," Bob said. "What are you up to, Terry?"

  "I'm not sure yet," Terry admitted. "But if things pan out, I think we'll wrap this up more quickly than anticipated."

  "Care to share?" Keith asked.

  "Not at the moment," Terry said pleasantly. "Let's see what happens the next few days.

  Did your guy accept a retainer, Bob?"

  "Yes," Bob answered. "He's on his way to Atlanta to stand by."

  "More good news," Terry said cheerily. "Anything else?"

  "Yes," came a tentative voice. "I know where Cameron's family is."

  "Ahh, Mr. Willis," Terry said. "Where would that be?"

  "British Embassy, Washington," Willis said.

  "Really?" Terry asked curiously.

  "An MI6 Section Chief named Jeremy Watts is on the premises and I believe he's the one that oversaw the relocation of Cameron's family," Willis said.

  "I see," Terry said. "And you came by this information how?"

  "I have sources within British Intelligence and I find it odd, as do my informants, that a Section Chief would suddenly drop everything and take up residence at the embassy in Washington," Willis said.

  "Hmmm," Terry grunted thoughtfully. "You're probably right, we know she had the assistance of British Intelligence. But if they're in the embassy, it's out of our hands. I'm sure Cameron's family has asylum, but if they're stateside, Cameron evidently plans on reclaiming them." Terry paused thoughtfully. "Good work, Mr. Willis. I'm not sure that we can do anything about it, but it's food for thought."

  "Terry, it's painfully obvious Cameron has a plan," Bob said. "Any thoughts of what she may have in mind or what we should expect."

  "I have no idea what she's planning," Terry said. "But I'll guarantee that if she sees it to fruition, it'll be force fed to us."

  "What do you mean?" Keith asked.

  "She doesn't negotiate," Terry said casually. "Is there anything else?" he asked and looked expectantly around the room before he rose from his chair. "Same time tomorrow, gentlemen. Unless we have a development," he said in parting as walked out of the room.

  "He's a new man," Keith said bluntly. "He had me worried for a while there."

  "Yeah," Bob said standing from his chair. "He's got something up his sleeve."

  "Bob, before you go, let me ask you a question," Keith said.

  "Alright," Bob agreed collecting his things.

  "What do you think about reaching a truce with Cameron?" Keith asked. "I mean we let her go inactive, why can't we arrange that permanently?"

  "The Director himself wants her put down," Bob said. "And even if it were possible, we haven't exactly been the ideal employer, she wasn't a volunteer. Personally, I think she would reject any olive branch we might extend."

  "You're probably right," Keith said reluctantly. "I get the feeling that if whatever Terry has up his sleeve blows up in our face, it's going to get nasty."

  "Let's hope it doesn't," Bob said gravely before he turned and walked out the door.

  ----------

  Bailey sat on the end of her bed smiling happily at the luggage Piper had deposited on the bedroom floor. She never imagined she would have someone who could accept her and would actually want to share their life with her. She flopped down on her back and grinned at the ceiling, the almost irresistible urge to happily kick her feet in the air threatening to overwhelm her. She rolled over on her side and gave the wall a delighted sigh before she hopped from the bed and started removing her clothes on the way to the bathroom.

  She took a few steps into the bathroom and observed the obscured naked form behind the glass of the shower while she removed the rest of her clothing. When she was naked, she turned and stared at the reflection in the wide mirror over the sink, examining herself with a critical eye. Smiling at what she saw, she turned and stepped purposefully into the shower.

  "Well, hello there," Piper said happily.

  "Hi," Bailey said a little nervously.

  "Come join me," Piper said, taking her hand and pulling her into the water.

  Piper situated Bailey with her back in the water stream and smiled at her while she lathered both hands. She dropped the soap to the tile below and started to gently run her soapy hands over Bailey's neck and chest.

  "Lift your arms," Piper said pleasantly and ran her hands under Bailey's upraised arms tenderly.

  She moved on to her breasts where she lingered lovingly, slowly traveling to her belly and waist. Dropping to her knees, she fished around for the soap she had dropped and went to work on her legs. She could feel little tremors running through the muscles under her hands as she cautiously brought her hand up to gently cover her sex. She felt her stiffen but she didn't back away so she gently explored the area with soapy fingers until she both heard and felt her moan softy. She let a finger press into the folds and gently applied pressure until she felt Bailey press her weight against her hand.

  "Do you like?" Piper asked quietly.

  "Yes," Bailey said breathing heavily.

  "Good," Piper said suddenly removing her hand and standing up. "Turn around so you can rinse off," she ordered.

  When she complied, she applied her cleansing attention to her shoulders and back, pausing at the scars and staring at them for a moment. Frowning, as the pieces fell into place and she became sadly aware that she had received them in prison. Kneeling again, she spent several moments appreciatively running her hands over the gorgeous bottom on display before her. She brought her hand up between her legs and after a little gasp, Bailey bent slightly at the waist to give her better access. Delighted, Piper spent several minutes teasing the warmth under her hand and felt herself
go powerfully wet when Bailey placed both hands on the wall in front of her and set her feet a little further apart, treating her to a view of everything.

  "My God, Bailey. You're so beautiful," Piper said watching the water cascade over her backside. She stood up suddenly, taking her hand and pulling her without protest out of the shower and to the bedroom, where she captured her mouth with her own and tenderly maneuvered her until she was lying in the center of the bed.

  She devoured the mouth under hers and her desire stirred powerfully as Bailey returned the attention with equal enthusiasm. Breathing heavily, Piper pressed into the body below hers, placing fiery kisses on her neck and breasts before she anxiously, but with determination forced Bailey's legs apart with her knee, bringing it up to gently press against her sex. She instantly covered the resulting gasp with her mouth and bit her lower lip tenderly.

  "I'm going to make love to you," Piper said wantonly as she withdrew her knee from between her legs and began a slow, very attentive journey from her mouth to her belly. Her arms leaving a tender trail down her waist and hips, stopping at the knees and going under to encircle the legs on either side, providing her access to the place she most wanted to be.

  "Piper," Bailey said nervously, breathing heavily.

  "Shhh," Piper soothed, placing a kiss on her pubic line. "Relax, and let me love you," she said softly as she rubbed her chin back and forth through the soft hair below her face.

  She placed several strategic kisses on the insides of her legs, carefully avoiding her sex and paused lovingly with it centered inches before her eyes. "You're very beautiful," she said letting her tongue snake out and gently caress her.

  "Oh my God," Bailey said loudly and jerked away from the contact but Piper's arms held her in place.

  "Piper," Bailey said worriedly. "I'm scared."

  "Hush," Piper said gently. "You taste wonderful," she whispered returning to her explorations.

  Piper felt tremors running powerfully through Bailey's body and smiled when her back arched and she gave herself over to the attention. She lovingly caressed the folds beneath her tongue and when Bailey's breath started to become erratic, she relinquished the hold on her hips and brought her hands up to rest on her breasts, her fingers gently teasing at the nipples. Smiling, she could feel her struggling.

  "It's okay to let go," Piper said soothingly and returned to her task with a fresh determination.

  Bailey's hips began to grind into the contact and Piper smiled as she suddenly went very still.

  "Oh God," Bailey said loudly and Piper pressed her mouth firmly into her sex to feel her release, wrapping her arms around her legs to keep her from escaping.

  Bailey's breath became loudly audible, her moans growing louder until they merged into the scream that was her release. Piper smiled as she lost control of herself and slowly brought her face away, marveling excitedly at the tremors running the length of Bailey's body and placing several kisses on the inside of her legs, starting a trail upward. She looked up sharply when she heard a sob and was startled to see her wiping tears from her eyes.

  "Are you okay, baby?" Piper asked tenderly.

  "Yeah," Bailey said hoarsely.

  Piper smiled and lay down beside her, kissing her neck and chest lovingly. She brought a hand up and tenderly brushed the hair away from her face. "You're so beautiful," she said quietly.

  She pressed her cheek into Piper's hand. "That was the most incredible thing I've ever experienced," she said honestly still flushed and breathing heavily.

  "I love you, Bailey," Piper said, placing a gentle kiss on her mouth.

  "I…I can taste myself on you," she said in wonder as Piper withdrew.

  "Yes, you can," Piper said with a smile, dropping a hand back to Bailey's sex. "You're very wet," she added as she brought back a glistening finger and inserted it into her mouth. "And you taste wonderful."

  Her breath hitched and Piper found herself in a tight embrace as Bailey buried her face into the crook of her neck, feeling a moisture on her shoulder that she knew were tears. She let her cry and caressed the soft skin of her body until she began to taper off.

  "It's alright," Piper said softly but then smiled mischievously. "How far is Martin's room from here?"

  "Why?" Bailey asked curiously.

  "Because it would be embarrassing if he ran in here to see what all the screaming was about," Piper said teasingly.

  "Shut up," Bailey said indignantly and squeezed Piper tighter, emitting an embarrassed chuckle.

  Piper smiled in amusement, continuing to caress her until she felt a kiss on her neck and she was released.

  "I never imagined how fantastic that would feel," Bailey said softly.

  "It felt wonderful to show you," Piper said with a smile.

  Bailey blushed and quickly changed the subject. "Did you leave Nancy a note?" she asked looking away.

  "Yeah, she's usually gone four or five days at a time," Piper said smiling at her bashfulness. "Do you have a place I can hang some of my things?"

  "There's room in there," Bailey said, pointing across the room to a door.

  "Do you mind if I put my things in there?"

  "Not at all," Bailey said with a stretch.

  Piper grinned desirously as her eyes roamed over the extended body next to her. "I'm going to finish my shower that was so rudely interrupted," she said teasingly with a quick kiss.

  "Okay," Bailey said happily and watched her hop from the bed and disappear into the bathroom, smiling widely when she left and burying her face into a pillow excitedly.

  ----------

  Piper emerged from the bathroom in her underwear about half an hour later to find Bailey still reclining on the bed.

  "You gonna stay there all day?" Piper asked amused.

  "I was thinking about it," Bailey said with a yawn.

  "You'll have to feed me soon, I'm getting a little hungry," Piper said with a sly smile. "Although, the snack I had earlier was delicious."

  Bailey pulled the blanket up over her head. "Be quiet," she mumbled from underneath the covers.

  Piper chuckled and hopped onto the bed to poke at the hidden lump. "Go take a shower, goofy," she teased. "And think about what you're going to fix me for dinner."

  "Okay," came the mumbled response and she suddenly flew out from under the covers and ran into the bathroom.

  Piper giggled at her as she got up from the bed and rummaged around in one of her bags to find a pair of sweats and a T-shirt to put on. Once dressed, she turned her attention to the rest of her luggage and smiled as she began to unpack. She walked over to the door that Bailey had pointed out and found a large walk in closet. She laughed at all the black clothes that lined one side of the closet and she wondered why Bailey clothed herself so darkly. She browsed through them curiously, noting that Bailey didn't seem to own anything that even remotely resembled a dress. Considering that revelation, she turned to the large empty rack on the other side of the closet and decided that was where she would hang her things. She ran an inquiring eye over the rest of Bailey's belongings but stopped when she found a tall, narrow shelf that held a gleaming oriental sword. Examining it closely, her eyes followed the length of the blade to a stainless steel, oval shaped hilt attached to a slender pommel wrapped tightly in black leather. She curiously touched the edge of the blade, finding it cold to the touch and quickly withdrawing her finger with a hiss. She put the injured finger in her mouth and dealt with the totally uninvited contemplation of wondering how many people had died under the touch of the blade. It seemed an unnecessarily brutal weapon in an age of technology and she wondered why Bailey would favor it. With a sigh, she turned from the weapon and began the task of unpacking her belongings.

  She was almost finished when Bailey came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and beamed a smile at her as she dug some underwear out of a dresser drawer. Piper stopped what she was doing and sat down on the end of the bed.

  "Can I ask you a question?"

  "S
ure," Bailey said turning to face her.

  "Why are all of your clothes black?"

  "Because it's simple," Bailey said honestly. "When I buy stuff black is a color that's always available."

  "Is that the only reason?"

  "Yeah," Bailey said with a shrug. "Well, that and I read somewhere that black goes with everything. Although I do have a couple of white shirts, some blue jeans, a pair of white sneakers and some clothes with designs on them."

  "Yeah, I liked the vest you wore to go dancing in," Piper said with a grin. "Can I ask you another question?"

  "Okay," Bailey said, turning her back bashfully to put on her underwear.

  "Bailey," Piper said amused, "you don't have to be shy. I don't think you have anything that I haven't seen at rather close range."

  "Hush," Bailey said putting on her bra and Piper could see a blush on the back of her neck. "What did you want to ask me?"

  "Don't you own a dress?"

  "No."

  "Why not?" Piper asked curiously. "I bet you would look stunning in a pretty dress."

  "I haven't worn a dress since I was a little girl," she admitted. "I guess I haven't had an occasion to wear one since."

  "I see," Piper said sadly. "Can I ask you another question?"

  "Okay."

  "Why the sword?" she asked bluntly and she could see Bailey stiffen a little.

  "Do you really want me to answer that?" Bailey asked quietly.

  "Yes."

  "Because being female, I have a power disadvantage to your average male. The sword acts as an equalizer. Besides being a devastating weapon, it keeps distance between me and anyone who desired to harm me," Bailey said tonelessly.

  "Is that the only reason?"

  "There are several reasons," Bailey said. "That's just one of them."

  "I saw you beat up that guy in the bar," Piper said. "He was easily twice your size. You don't seem to have a power disadvantage."

  "I used his own weight against him," Bailey said. "Skill can overcome a lot of things, but if I'm outnumbered and at close quarters I could easily be overpowered. The sword allows me to quickly dispatch my way through a crowd when the use of a firearm would be unwise or impractical."