Tango
After Mac pulled away from the curb in front of the DeSoto House Hotel, he made the hour and a half drive to the Chicago-Rockford International Airport.
Though relieved to be with him and free of their handlers, the Koslovs were nervous.
An hour into the drive, Anatoly Koslov was still looking out the back window.
“I’ve been watching. We don’t have a tail,” Mac told him.
Anatoly settled back in his seat and wrapped his arm around his wife. She settled in against him and laid her head on his shoulder. “I am sorry for doubting you. Just nervous.”
“I understand,” Mac said. “We’ll be at the airport in about a half an hour.
The representative from the State Department will meet us there.
They’ll fly you out within an hour of our arriving.
And there are armed personnel to keep you safe.
You have officially defected to the United States of America. Congratulations.”
The handover of the Koslovs to the State Department contact went smoothly.
Mac then drove to Schaumburg, more specifically, to the townhouse complex that Yvette lived in.
The past few months had proven to him that he no longer wanted to be separated from her.
The love he’d had for her for over twenty years still burned as deeply, as hot, as intense as it ever had.
After the mission in Cancun and working with her again as well as spending several days with her after, he knew what he felt for her would never fade.
He’d missed her every day since. He’d planned to have this conversation with her when they met in December, but since he was here, he’d have it now.
If she didn’t feel the same, if she didn’t want anything to change in their relationship, so be it. At least he’d tell her how he felt.
He arrived at the door of her townhouse at nearly midnight.
The lights were all off inside. Was she at home sleeping?
Or was she on duty at the Shepherd Security Building?
He had watched her enter her alarm code.
He could break in and disarm the system.
He thought for a moment of finding her in bed and waking her, professing his feelings, and making love to her.
But more likely, she’d probably hear him and shoot him as he stepped foot into the house or into her bedroom.
He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed her number.
“Hello, Mac, is everything okay?” she answered on the second ring.
“Yes. I’m in the area. More specifically, I’m standing outside your front door.”
Yvette sat straight up. She’d been sound asleep when the phone rang. When she picked the phone up and saw the caller ID, her heart skipped a beat and a smile formed on her face. Now, hearing that he was at her door, her heart pounded in her chest.
“I’ll be right down,” she said.
She hopped out of bed and ran down the steps.
She didn’t care that she wore a pair of boy shorts as underwear and an oversized super-soft, long-sleeved T-shirt.
As habit dictated, she looked through the peephole and, after seeing Mac was indeed standing outside her door, she freed the door from the locks and threw it open.
Mac stepped in and took her into his arms. He kicked the door closed as he pinned her to the wall and his lips took hers in a kiss that he’d waited several months for.
He ran his hand up her back, under her shirt, reveling in the softness and heat of her skin, getting lost in the incredible sensations.
Yvette sighed her pleasure and arousal into Mac’s mouth, hers returning his kisses just as robustly as his were.
Words were not needed. She knew how Mac felt about her from his kisses.
This was not driven merely by physical desire.
She could feel the pure emotion coming from him.
All the anguish she’d put herself through since he’d left, vanished and seemed silly that she’d wasted that much time and energy on the thoughts that had plagued her.
By the time he ended the kiss, they were both breathless and hungering to taste more of each other. They gazed into each other’s eyes, a long and meaningful stare.
“I love you, and I've missed you since I left,” Mac whispered.
“Mac, I love you. I always have, and I always will. I missed you in a different, more profound way this time. Something has changed for me in our relationship.” The words flowed from her easily.
Mac nodded. “We need to talk about that. It’s changed for me too. I don’t want it to be as it’s been. I don’t want to not have you in my life for long periods of time.” For him, the confession was a bit reserved. He felt tentative and guarded in making the proclamation.
“I don’t want that either.” She reached her lips back to his and gave him a softer, slower, passionate, open-mouth kiss.
When she drew back, she took his hand in his and stepped towards the stairs.
“But first, before we talk, I want to lie with you. I want to touch and kiss every inch of you. I want to feel you inside me. And I want to go back to sleep feeling your body against mine. Tomorrow we can have that conversation.”
Mac watched her relock her front door. Still holding her hand, he followed her up the steps, his arousal getting higher with each stair he mounted.
He wanted to caress and kiss every inch of her too.
He wanted to hear her scream his name as she exploded in orgasm after orgasm, preferably around his cock while it was buried in her.
And he wanted to drift off into a blissful sleep in the same position, their limbs tangled, their naked bodies pressed together.
And he wanted to wake with her in his arms and make love to her again.
“Is your alarm set? Do you have work in the morning?” he asked as they crossed the threshold into her bedroom.
“No, I’m not on shift until sixteen hundred.”
They had a lot of time. His smile was swallowed by her lips.
He made quick work of removing the two items of clothing she wore, discarding them onto the floor.
His hands freely roamed over her beautiful body as his lips made love to hers, a prelude of what he’d first do to her with his lips on her breasts and then her clit as he let his fingers bring pleasure to every part of her that he could either caress or penetrate.
And then, after she’d enjoyed several releases that way, he’d slam into her with one stroke of his cock, which was already throbbing for her.
And he did just that. Three orgasms brought to her by his mouth and hands, the third one so potent that her body quaked and the juices she released were drenching.
Her hands grasped her bedsheets, her head was thrown back, her lips were open and gasping, trying to catch her breath.
He grasped his length in his hand to guide it and in and in one fast thrust, he entered her balls deep.
A satisfied moan escaped him in response to the incredible sensations that surrounded his cock.
A steamy vise grip greeted him and held him.
His lips claimed hers, still open and gasping.
Their moans were in concert with the drives he hammered into her. It didn’t take long for her moans to turn into screams as she tumbled over the edge of a mind-numbing release, her heartbeat racing, explosions in her brain behind her closed eyes.
Moments later he joined her in the nirvana of a perfect orgasm that is all-consuming and momentarily separates your body and mind as you float in an ecstasy that can only be described as perfect.
He held her to himself, and when he could think logically again, he promised himself he would never let her go.
He’d experienced these emotions with her over two decades earlier, but that had been a different time of his life.
The job had been more important than a relationship. It no longer was.
They fell asleep with no words spoken. None were necessary.
It was eight twenty hours when Yvette woke, her body pressed to Mac’s, his arms holding her. She was content.
“Good morning, Red,” he whispered.
She looked into his handsome face and saw his little grin. Reaching her hand up, she traced over his stubbled jaw. “Good morning.”
“I always sleep so well with you,” he said. “I’d like to wake this way more often.”
“Then do,” she said.
“You wouldn’t mind me sticking around?”
Her lips curved into a smile. “I’d love it.”
“Then I will.”
He made love to her again, and then they then took a shower.
He lovingly washed every inch of her, including her beautiful hair, which was still grown out.
She’d kept the style he’d told her he liked.
He wasn’t sure if she’d done it for him, but he was happy she had.
She looked softer, more feminine with it longer.
They settled into the seats at her kitchen table and enjoyed a cup of coffee while the breakfast casserole she whipped up was in the oven.
“I was serious,” he said.
“About?”
“Staying with you and your hair.”
She chuckled softly. “My hair grew on me, and I received many compliments on it, in addition to yours.”
“And me staying?”
“I’d like nothing more. I’d love to wake up with you beside me every day. I’d love to go to sleep the same way, and I’d love to have a life with you.”
“I can’t promise every day,” he said. “But most days.”
“Are you done working for Interpol or whoever you’ve been working for the last few months?” she asked.
“My Interpol contact reached out to me last week. He said the climate has settled and I could come back, but you know what? I don’t want to.
I was freelancing, working for multiple agencies, and I’ve grown tired of that as well.
I thought I’d approach Shepherd and see if he had any work for me.
” He watched her reaction as he took a sip of his coffee after he’d said it.
She smiled. “I’d hope he would.”
“I was just with him. In Galena. I was in a unique position to help a couple defect from Russia. I consider that my last freelance job. Shepherd helped.”
Yvette was shocked at his pronouncement. She knew that Shepherd and Diana were in Galena for a rare weekend getaway. “He did?”
“Yes. The people defecting trusted Shepherd as well as me. It was a condition of the arrangement that Shepherd be involved. I know that he and Diana are staying through the weekend. I thought I’d make an appointment with him on Monday afternoon and pitch it then.”
“So, you didn’t bring it up to him in Galena?”
“No,” he replied. “The opportunity did not present itself. And I wanted to talk with you first to ask for your thoughts. I didn’t want to assume anything.”
“I should have asked you to stay before you left a few months ago. I wanted you to,” she admitted. “I knew I had changed. I wanted more than the relationship we agreed to so long ago. I was a different person then, Mac.”
“I knew that when I was here a few months ago. Hell, even Garcia has changed, married with a kid. I knew when we went to his house for dinner and I saw you with the baby that you were a different person. You have an incredible life here with friends and a home. You’re doing the same job, but your life is settled and more normal than it is for most of us in the intel community. ”
“Yes. I wasn’t sure if you’d realized it.”
“I did. And over the last few months, I also realized that I wanted it too.”
The timer on the stove chimed that the casserole was done. Yvette took it out and set it on the burners to cool. Then she came over to the table and took a seat on his lap. “We need to promise each other that we’ll be more honest and open about what we want and what we feel.”
“I promise I’ll try, and I want you to call me on it if I don’t. I want this to work, Red. I want what Shepherd and his wife have, what Cooper and Madison have, what Garcia and his wife have. Until I saw that they could pull it off, I always thought it was not for people like us.”
“I truly believe it’s only possible because of the job we do at Shepherd Security.
If I were still with the CIA, it wouldn’t be possible.
I know that when you were here before and first saw the domestic side of Garcia, that threw you.
I’ve watched it all happen over time. You were thrust into the Twilight Zone all at once.
Once inconceivable, it’s now perfectly normal to have babies and small children at the office. ”
Mac shook his head and laughed. “Yeah, I can’t envision that. But I’d like to see it.”
“Well, Angel normally brings her youngest to the office on Mondays, so you just may if you get an appointment with Shepherd.”