Deception I

Deception I

Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

Summary

“Agent Delacore” Jocelynne groaned in pain as a familiar voice shot through her body. “I’d like to say the secret services are treating you well… but look how you look” Purred the husky voice. Jocelynne felt a figure sit next to her, stroking her bottomlip. The pain took seconds before it shot through her and she snapped her eyes open only to be confronted with a nightmare. “Claire?!” She moaned in a voice ridden with shock and pain, followed by her legendary rage. She pulled her arms forward only to be find them restrained to the headboard. “Oh?! You do remember me then? I thought Our little Angelica would’ve made you forget cleanly of me” Claire turned her gaze to the blonde, dressed in nothing but a red lacy teddy. Angelica bit her lip and looked down, as if she had done something wrong.

Summary

“Agent Delacore” Jocelynne groaned in pain as a familiar voice shot through her body.
“I’d like to say the secret services are treating you well… but look how you look” Purred the husky voice.
Jocelynne felt a figure sit next to her, stroking her bottomlip. The pain took seconds before it shot through her and she snapped her eyes open only to be confronted with a nightmare.
“Claire?!” She moaned in a voice ridden with shock and pain, followed by her legendary rage. She pulled her arms forward only to be find them restrained to the headboard.
“Oh?! You do remember me then? I thought Our little Angelica would’ve made you forget cleanly of me” Claire turned her gaze to the blonde, dressed in nothing but a red lacy teddy.
Angelica bit her lip and looked down, as if she had done something wrong.

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Submitted: July 28, 2011

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“Hmmmmmmmm! Oh my gawd! Yeah…. Oh my gawd Jocelynne”

The blonde’s hips lifted from the bed as her body rippled from an orgasm. Her nails dug into the pillow as a brunette rose from under the white duvet, her lips caressing the exhausted blonde. Her lips trailed to hers and kissed her softly, teasing her lips as their bodies slide into eachother. Jocelynne smiled lazily as she rolled onto her side and took a deep breath. The Blonde turned to face her, stroking her jaw softly, before she straddled Jocelynne. She moved her lips down, her breathing still rapid.

“I wish I didn’t have to do this” She whispered and with that Jocelynne felt her head snap back, followed by compete darkness.

 

“Agent Delacore” Jocelynne groaned in pain as a familiar voice shot through her body.

“I’d like to say the secret services are treating you well… but look how you look” Purred the husky voice.

Jocelynne felt a figure sit next to her, stroking her bottomlip. The pain took seconds before it shot through her and she snapped her eyes open only to be confronted with a nightmare.

“Claire?!” She moaned in a voice ridden with shock and pain, followed by her legendary rage. She pulled her arms forward only to be find them restrained to the headboard.

“Oh?! You do remember me then? I thought Our little Angelica would’ve made you forget cleanly of me” Claire turned her gaze to the blonde, dressed in nothing but a red lacy teddy.

Angelica bit her lip and looked down, as if she had done something wrong.

“But nevermind that, she’s achieved her purpose” Claire’s emerald eyes traced back to Jocelynne’s. Jocelynne’s rage tangible. Claire’s fingers slide down Jocelynne’s throat, down to her silver chain hanging around her throat. She leaned her lips down to Jocelynne’s ear, her deep breaths teasing Jocelynne’s emotional scars. She twirled it around her fingers.

“I still have mine too “She whispered as she tugged it, ripping it off. Jocelynne’s body arched as she muffled a slight scream. Her lips lingered at Jocelynne’s ear as through she was about to whisper the worlds secrets to her in one breath, then left her laying their as she strolled over to Jocelynne’s brief case. Claire laid it over the hidden sensory and the bag opened only to reveal papers and a hard drive laying over it. A smile appeared on her face. She threw the trinket back at Jocelynne softly as she picked up the hard drive and slipped in into her purse. Jocelynne tugged against her restraints again looking at Claire.

“Claire! Don’t you dare! You know I’ll hunt you down!” She shouted as Claire headed to the door. “Claire!!!”

“Are you coming Angelica?” Whispered Claire as her gaze fell apoun Angelica.

She nodded her down-casted head as she moved to grab a coat, and with that they left Agent Jocelynne Delacore alone, exposed and in a whole lot of trouble.

 

“MOTHER FU…”

A file flew out of a window as Agent David Louis walked passed Jocelynne’s office.

“BITCH!”

David peeked in to see Jocelynne throwing a pen against the solid wall.

“Jo…”

“The Fucking Nerve!” She shouted as she dropped onto her huge leather chair behind her desk, threading her hands through her hair.

David walked in with trepidation only to be greeted by Jocelynne’s cold grey eyes to flash up, looking at him.

“Lieutenant… uhm... we… uhm…..”

“What is it David?! I don’t have the time to hear you muttering”

David’s blushed as he found himself lost in sinful thought of his superior. Her dark curls fell over her intense eyes, her lips swollen from her chewing on it out of frustration.

“David” She whispered dangerously.

“Oh sorry! Uhm… We have a hit on Angelica’s credit card. It was in the East, not too far from here. About a block.”

Jocelynne bit down on her bottomlip as she contemplated for a moment.

“So what are you doing telling me David? Shouldn’t you be there bring her to the office??!” Jocelynne’s voice was calm, cold, dangerous.

“I just thought that…”

“You don’t get paid for your thoughts David!”

“I will dispatch a team now”

 

Claire took a long drag of her cigarette as she moved her body sexily to Eye’s on Fire. She rolled her neck as the dark undertones swayed her, the computer uploading the hard drive’s information.

Her hip moved slowly to the Kirstine Stubbe Teglbjærg’s sultry voice, her tight black dress rising over her toned thighs. Her hand trailed to her necklace, tracing its curves; her eyes closed.

Her thought ran back involuntarily to Jocelynne. How she’d been tempted to kiss her, taste her lips again; even if it was just for a split second. She felt a held-back tear run down her cheek as she pictured Jocelynne’s lips on Angelica’s. She ripped the necklace from her throat and threw it across the room.

“Bloody Amateur! I told her not to get to close to her!”

She took a deep breath and then laughed to herself, choking back tears.  

As she turned her head she looked over to the computer only to be greeted by “PASSWORD REQUIRED”

She groaned as she slid back into the sit

“A Gawd Damn Password? Seriously!!!”

 

Angelica felt a cold shiver down her back as she sat in the 6 X 6 meter room staring at the ceiling. She could feel Jocelynne’s frustration ooze from the walls as she heard her heels on the floors, heading to her.

The door opened and she was greeted by Jocelynne’s alluring figure. Her lips tingled as she realized that Jocelynne looked more seductive angry; like brutal Mother Nature dying to be tamed.

“I’m going to attempt to be as professional as possible Ms. Thomason, please don’t abuse my manners.” Jocelynne hissed softly.

“Now where is she?”

Angelica smiled as she looked at her former Lover.

“Let’s play a game. You answer one question and then I’ll answer one of yours, deal?” She looked at Jocelynne almost innocently.

“I don’t play games! And I don’t need leverage other then your gonna serve time!” Jocelynne almost lost her temper as she slammed her fists on the desk.

“Then I wont tell you anything” She sat back in her seat and smiled at Jocelynne. Finally giving in she sat down and lit a cigarette.

“Ask your question”

Angelica leaned forward

“Did you think of her? When you kissed me?” she grasped the cigarette out of Jocelynne’s hand and took a drag.

Jocelynne looked at Angelica, maniac in a way.

“She trained you to be like her didn’t she? So make up your own assumption” She whispered.

Angelica moved back slightly as the hairs stood up at the back of her neck.

“Now where is she Angelica” Jocelynne whispered darkly.

“France…” She whispered back almost hypnotized by the unkept rage creeping through Jocelynne’s tired eyes.

Jocelynne closed her eyes as she rolled her neck. “Villa des amoureux? “ She turned to look at the two way mirror behind her.

Angelica nodded, “if you knew? Why ask?”

“I didn’t think she was that dumb” Jocelynne stood up and walked over to the door without looking back.

“What’d she do to you that I see pure hate in your eyes?” Jocelynne stood still for a moment.

“Betrayed me worse then a little whore like you ever could.”

And she walked out.

 

“A WEEK???? Captain! By that she will have already left!” Jocelynne pleaded as Captain Castile Leone

“Yes Lieutenant, A week. I don’t have the men or the resources” the Captain raised his eyes only to be met by Jocelynne’s steely gaze.

“You know as well as me she won’t stop. I can’t let her go… It go. I can’t let it go” Jocelynne averted her eyes.

“I think you’re a little to close to this Joss”

Jocelynne walked around the room, frustrated.

“Captain...”

“No Lieutenant. I will not send my men to France I need them here”

She flared her nostrils as she stormed out, but stopped just as she arrived at the door.

“Then I need you to approve leave for me for a week or so” Jocelynne stated, not turning around.

The Captain sighed softly as a small smile tugged at his lips.

“Joss… don’t get killed. She’s done enough damage to you as it is.”

 Jocelynne’s heart pulsated in her rib cage as she turned around. Was she that obvious? She sighed deep within her throat. Her hand drew forward as if to stop its beating.

“We’ve both done our share”

And with that she walked out only to be pushed back against the wall by hooligans running down the passage.

“Newbies” She huffed as her mind drifted to her schemes.

 

“What can your anatomy book teach you that I can’t Joss, Hmmmm” Claire whispered in her ear as her hand traces down Joss’ shirt, unbuttoning them one by one. Joss moaned softly as she tried to focus on her studies.

Claire traced her tongue around Jocelynne’s earlobe, nibbling it gently as she sat facing her. Obstructing her from looking at her book, Claire slid Jocelynne’s shirt off her shoulders.

“Baby” Jocelynne moaned as she rolled her head back allowing access her vulnerable throat. “Vermont is going to Kill me; I need atleast eighty-fi… hmmmmmm”

Claire sunk her teeth into Jocelynne’s neck as her hands shuffled behind her, tying Jocelynne up with her shirt.

“Vermont can go to hell,” she whispered back as her lips started trailing down her throat to her collarbone, “I’m what you need.”

Claire’s cold hand caressed down her stomach to her skirt, teasing it up.

“You need me playing with you, teasing you, making love to you” Claire tease as she slid Jocelynne’s skirt up completely between them.

Jocelynne bite her lip as she looked at Claire. “I don’t even know the fatality points yet Baby”

Claire looked at her, smiling devilishly.

“Oh that’s easy. Number one? Here” Her lips traced over Jocelynne’s lips, her hand caressing her jaw.

“Number 2?” Claire’s lips trailed down to her breast, her tongue dragging over Jocelynne’s nipple. She sucked it gently between her teeth before pulling back.

Jocelynne threaded her hands through her hair, as she arched up slightly.

“And number 3? “Jocelynne whispered huskily

She felt Claire’s lips trace down her stomach, as she lifted her hips to meet her. Claire gently ran her tongue over Jocelynne’s navel and looked at her. Their eyes locked as Claire’s lips kept railing further of further down.

“I Love you Baby”

Claire shook awake, sweat beading down her forehead as her stomach tensed. Her hair tangled curling over her shoulders. Her breathing was rapid as she slide her hand down, sliding it up her length, she felt her obvious wetness. She rolled her eyes as she threw the blanket off her. She strolled through the dark passage, heading to the kitchen, her body craving a caffeine jolt.

She put the kettle on and hoisted herself on the counter; listening to the soft heating sounds. She closed her eyes as she laid back against the cold tiled wall. The kettle clicked off and she smiled lazily.

“Claire”

Claire’s eyes shot open as she saw a figure standing in the shadows. It rested against the wall, the silhouette almost comfortable as if it belonged here. The voice was nothing more then a whisper, perhaps a dream.

 

..... TO BE  CONTINUED...


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