DISCLAIMER: "The Pretender" and it's characters are protected trademark of NBC . This story is independent fan fiction and no infringement of copyright intended.
Many thanks to my editor. You know who you are!
Hope this story was worth 'weighting' for! It is the un-cut, un- sensored version. Told in first person from Miss Parker's point of view.
CAN'T WEIGHT TO SEE YOU AGAIN
By: Patricia
He walks out of the bathroom dressed only in briefs. His skin moist from showering and smelling of cologne. His thoughts are so focused on his latest pretend he doesn't notice me sitting in the chair. As he walks by my eyes sweep over his well muscled body, admiring how the briefs hug and cup his butt. The way the material curves over the bugle in front.
"Hello Jarod." My voice purrs.
Looking up, he suppresses his surprise. I sit with a gun trained on him, a smile on my face. Picking up a long sleeved white shirt, he acknowledges my presence while pulling it on.
"Miss Parker. How long have you been there?"
"Long enough. You won't be needing the shirt. Over there now." My voice stern as I motion towards the bed with the gun. He moves to the bed and sits down. His eyes look from me to the heavy chain he had used to secure his bike. It now is wrapped around the metal frame of the bed. A pair of hand cuffs lay next to the chain, one cuff secured through the end links, the other cuff open.
"Put the cuff around your right wrist Jarod." He hesitates for a moment. "Do it!" With a look of disgust he snaps it shut.
"So what do you plan to do with me? Rape me?" His words are half in jest but he may be closer to the truth than he thinks. He now sits on the bed, legs straight out in front of him, back against the wall and a look of smoldering anger.
"Maybe...maybe not. Let's see your wrist." My voice low and sexy as he jerks his hand up to show that he is indeed secure.
"Good. Very good." Laying the gun down out of his reach I stand up, slide my jacket off and approach the bed. My eyes never leave him as they inventory his body. Slipping the shirt back, my hands flow smoothly over his shoulders and chest before coming to a stop. Long fingers tipped with red nail polish dance on his chest then drift over to explore one of the hard nipples. Rolling it between my fingers I tip my head to one side giving him a mischievous smile before leaning forward to lightly lick it. He tires to resist, grabbing my hair and pulling me away but it only directs attention to a new unexplored area. The hands have now found their way down the chest, across the abdomen and over the bugle in the briefs.
"Do you remember the time when we were teens and I pulled you into the corner away from the security cameras?" As my eyes search his face it's clear he does.
"And do you remember what we did?" My hands now grasp the top of his briefs, pulling them down, guiding him down with them. With the briefs on the floor, my fingers once again run the course of his chest, across his firm abs this time ending with one hand grasping his hard penis. Slowly bending forward my tongue begins to caress him then gently red lips start to devour him.
We both remember the incident. I had come home from school the two of us now changed. There was always a certain excitement in the air around him. And then one morning in an area that was lightly traveled I had pulled him into a corner out of sight from the security cameras. I had the same smile then as now, the same flutters. Kissing him my tongue had explored the softness of his mouth. I remember I had pulled back to look at him and was pleased with the effects of the kiss. Leaning forward to explore his mouth again my hands had found their way under the shirt, touching his bare skin. Then catching his lower lip with my teeth, I had pulled away once more. Taking his hands, drawing them under my blouse, smiling at his expression when his hands came into contact with my breasts and hard nipples. Then without warning I had pulled one of his hands down, guiding it with mine. Slipping it between the fabric of the pants and the softness of my belly, guiding it down further. Shifting my weight and slightly parting the legs, I guided one finger inside. After all these years I can still remember feeling him inside, my muscles caressing his finger, trying to draw him in deeper. The look on his face, the silent laugh that crossed mine from sharing this new found sexuality. I had leaned forward to kiss his eager lips once more while pulling him out of me, guiding his hand back out of my pants. His pants were undone before he knew it. I captured his engorged penis in my hands, dropped to my knees and leaned forward with lips parted. He had grabbed my hair, pulling me away, a look of fear on his face. I smiled and silently mouthed the words. "I'm not going to hurt you. Trust me."
Slowly he had released my hair and I took him in my mouth much the same as now. I can remember the way he ran his fingers through my hair, pressing my head to him as he is now. From the soft moans and occasional arch of his body it's clear he remembers the incident.
My free hand now presses against his inner thigh, indicating I want him to spread his legs slightly. His body no longer resists but responds willingly and the legs are spread apart. Lightly running finger tips up and down his inner thigh only increases his excitement while the mouth and tongue caress him and the teeth lightly nip. Slowly the mouth gives his manhood one last kiss as the hand continues to stroke it firmly. Rising up to look at him, he lays there with passion in his eyes, lost in the moment.
"Do you ever wonder what would have happened if Sydney hadn't interrupted us?" My voice is husky and low remembering how we had heard Sydney coming down the hall. Jarod's pants had been suddenly zipped and I had become a fleeting image going the other way.
"Suppose we find out." I expect him to fire back with a sarcastic remark but he just lays there watching. Pulling the short skirt up, revealling the tops of nylons, I straddle him, poised over his stiff erection. My heels dig into his legs and seem to ignite him. His free hand reaches up quickly unbuttoning the blouse, pushing it away and attempting to unhook the bra. With a smile I unhook it for him, my breasts spilling out of their prison. Slowly lowering myself onto him, he penetrates me, my muscles pulling him deeper inside with each thrust. I assist his hand in removing the blouse and bra until they rest on the floor with his briefs. His unchained hand roams across my body, over my breasts, teasing a nipple with his fingers.
Leaning down, slightly pulling him out of me, I cup one hand under the breast he is caressing. Then slip the other hand beneath his head pulling him to me. I can feel him take the hard nipple into his mouth, the softness of his lips and tongue around it. Slowly I release his head, lower my hips and let him plunge deep inside. As my hips move rythmically he continues to explore my body, watching as I stroke and fondle my breasts. Slowly closing my eyes, no longer in control I give in to the passion.
It's hard to say who reached a orgasm first. It doesn't matter. I now lay collapsed on top of him, enjoying the pressure of his hand stroking my back, the feel of his body under me. Wanting to make these few minutes last, to bask in the fulfillment that's taken years to happen. He stirs slightly and I raise up to look at him. A look of contentment and satisfaction show on his face.
"You've been busy since you left the Centre. Just where did you learn that? Or is it a natural talent Jarod?" The smugness I usually hide behind is gone as I ask. Only a relaxed and contented Miss Parker now lies half propped up drawing circles on his chest.
"A little of both. I had a very good teacher." He replies searching my face for answers
"Well you'll have to thank her for me." I smile. A quick check of the watch and I'm off of him headed to the bathroom with blouse and bra. Re-emerging a few minutes later almost completely dressed, tossing him the key while buttoning the blouse I'm all business once more.
"Hurry up. Unlock the cuffs and give them back with the key. I can give you thirty minutes... forty five at the most before I return with sweepers. Make sure you're gone when I come back." Eyeing the DSA case while snapping the cuffs and the key out of his hand. The gun is well hidden under my jacket and I pause at the door pointing one finger in a threatening manner.
"As far as anyone...and that includes us...is concerned, this never happened. If you tell anyone, I will deny it. Don't call me. Don't mention it. It's not our little secret. It never happened. Got it?" My voice is hard and cold.
"It never happened Miss Parker. After all..." His voice angry and dry. "Why would I tell anyone you raped me?" I'm out the door and gone before he's finished.
Things haven't changed, I'm leaving now just as I left then. I can see it in his eyes...to him I'm as cold as the Centre, hard and unyielding. I've violated him as they have, expecting him to perform at a command. Why had he expected warmth and kindness when there was none to begin with?
Once in the car, I close my eyes and lean against the steering wheel. Thoughts drift back to that day so long ago. Bits and pieces of the conversation I overheard between Sydney and Daddy still ring in the ears. "Problem is...Miss Parker...Jarod can't focus...distraction...Miss Parker...situation needs attention."
And Syd's own little talk with me later that afternoon. I thought at first he knew what had happened but he didn't. He only suspected that it was a possibility if things weren't stopped. His stern warning that "...if you value Jarod's friendship you will leave him alone. It's a dangerous game you're playing. And it could have fatal consequences." Daddy had sent me away the next day. By the time I returned I could walk past Jarod as if he didn't exist. At first I could see the questions and hurt in his eyes. Later his eyes avoided mine altogether.
***
Forty five minutes have passed and I'm back as promised with sweepers. Vanished are any romantic thoughts. Now only the present is in focus as Sam kicks open the door. The apartment looks much the same as before. Seeing the DSA case missing brings a sigh of relief that he is gone. But a noise outside alerts us to his presence.
"He's in the alley Miss Parker!"
Racing down the fire escape to the alley in pursuit I yell. "Stop Jarod!"
He stops at the end and turns. But from the look on his face it's clear he'll take advantage of running to either the right or left. Aiming for the far left of him I shoot. But suddenly he's there in front of the target. Blood appears in a widening pool on his shirt and a look of horror on his face. His eyes seem to scream 'You shot me!'
Guilt engulfs as Sydney's words returns. " ...dangerous game with fatal consequence." As if Sydney's spoken prophecy has come true. The siren of a Baltimore police unit is heard as Jarod starts to run.
"What do you want us to do Miss Parker?" Sam asks.
"Nothing. Let him go." Putting away my gun the sweepers do the same.