Title: Dark Shadows
Genre: Mystery, Romance
Characters: Fallon Christopher, Mystery Man, Nathan Davis, Kristian Evanovich, Officers
Prompt: 039. Taste
Word Count: 1,730
Rating: R, 18+
Type: Series: 29 of 33
Summary: Fran enters the lion's den.
Warnings: Language, Nudity, Violence, Sexual Content
Fran watched as the stranger unlocked the door to his apartment. She was thankful at least he was in front of her so he wouldn’t see her hands shaking, she couldn’t remember ever being so frightened. The novelty of this idea seemed ludicrous to her now that she was about to enter the lion’s den practically unprepared.
He opened the door and she reluctantly followed him inside, the click of the doorknob behind her echoing in the silent room, sealing her fate. She sat down on the couch and crossed her legs, noting he hadn’t locked it behind them. Breathing a small sigh of relief, she looked up at him as seductively as she could manage, “Nice place, you live by yourself I assume. You aren’t married or anything, are you?”
The stranger laughed slightly, throwing his wallet and keys in a small basket on a side table. “No, I’m not married, you?”
“Of course not, just had to be sure, that’s all. Do you have anything to drink?”
“Sure, make yourself comfortable, I’ll get some wine.” He said, leaving her in the small living room alone.
Her breathing increased rapidly, the danger of the situation heightened all of her senses, and she felt herself going automatically into panic mode again. She whispered to the microphone in her chest, “Nathan?”
Less than a second passed before she heard the familiar, comforting voice, “I’m still here Frannie, you’re doing great. Just say the word and we’re on him, we’re coming up the stairwell right now.”
She breathed a sigh of relief and tried to remember that it only took a moment for her and the stranger to reach the apartment from the stairs, Nathan would be there in half the time or less when she said the code word.
The man came back, wine glasses and bottle in hand. Fran noticed he had changed into a pair of sleep pants, with no shirt. He sat the glasses down on the coffee table and poured some into both, handing her one. She had to try not to laugh, hadn’t she said she would rather have been at home with a good book and a glass of wine? Too bad this wasn’t her home and this man wasn’t Nathan…or Chaz. Scolding herself for thinking of Nathan first, she shook off the thought and tried to chat up the stranger. “So, we never really introduced ourselves, I’m Fallon. What do I call you, handsome?”
He sat back on the sofa and took a sip of wine, “No, I thought we were in a hurry to get down to business. My name is Charles but I thought we were gonna skip all the chit chat and have some fun. Was I wrong…Fallon?”
“No, of course not, I just wanted to know what name I should be using, you never know how good of a time we’ll have.” Fran nearly gagged on the words as she sipped some wine to wash out the bad taste they left in her mouth.
“It’s a good vintage, isn’t it? I bet it doesn’t taste as good as you though.” He said, putting down his glass, he leaned in closer to her and took hers as well. He then slid in next to her, put his arm around her waist and began slowly kissing her neck.
Fran stiffened at the feel of his hand on her bare midsection, the hot, wet kisses made her stomach churn. Her mind raced for an idea as he continued to kiss her skin, his lips moving their way across the exposed parts of her breasts. If this continued, he would surely find the wire…and that would be the least of her problems.
“Um…do you have anything to eat?” She said, stroking the back of his hair.
He looked back at her, panting, he was obviously aroused and unwilling to stop now, “Are you fucking kidding? Are we gonna do this or not?”
“Yes but I have this thing about eating and having sex, I really love fruit and whipped cream. It’s such a turn on to lick up every bit of juice that gets left behind.” She said, her cheeks flushing slightly at the thought of Nathan listening to this. If she made it past tonight, he’d never let her live that one down.
He thought about it a moment and sighed, “I’ll go see if I have anything, it sounds too good to pass up, I can think of a few places I’d like to lick some juice from.” He licked his lips and looked her up and down before he left, and she had to use every ounce of strength not to grimace.
Fran sighed with relief as he left again for the kitchen. She got up from the couch and stretched, cherishing the release of the man’s groping hands. She admired some photos on the wall to pass the time.
She didn’t hear him come up behind her, instead, she suddenly felt his hand grab her waist, as he pressed his erection into the back of her, pulling her against him. Her pulse pounded at the slight show of dominance, she could feel his frustration thick in the air between them and wasn’t sure what he would do next.
“I found some fruit and whipped cream, just like you like it,” he whispered, brushing back her hair from her neck, he licked a trail from the top of her shoulder to her ear, bringing up his other hand slowly.
She glanced down and her eyes grew wide at the sight of a large kitchen knife in his hand, making its way closer and closer to her neck. Her heart pounded in her chest, she couldn’t speak, couldn’t move.
Her blood ran cold at his voice in her ear, “No more fucking around, it’s time for you to make good on all that damn teasing.” He said as he grabbed her arm roughly, turning her to face him.
She stared back at him in horror, the knife pointing at her aggressively, threatening her if she didn’t do unspeakable things. She knew she couldn’t say the word until he actually made his move, she was scared but he hadn’t actually touched her with the knife or attempted to hit her. She had to play along until the right moment and try to get his anger to escalate.
“Okay, take it easy. How about you put the knife away, I’m not into that.”
“I don’t think so, you’ve been teasing me since we left the club, I think I’ll keep it just in case you feel like backing out on me again, you little slut.” He said as he slipped off his pants. They fell to the floor, revealing his straining erection. Fran nearly fainted at the sight, she couldn’t believe this was happening, just the thought of coming near this man’s naked body made her shiver from the inside out.
He watched her reaction curiously, knife still poised, ready to assure he got what he wanted, “What’s the matter, not big enough for you? Come on, you’re such a fucking tease! What did you think I wanted from you, to talk? Get on your knees, bitch.”
Fran looked back at him, her anger and disgust rising. She narrowed her eyes at him, “No,” she raised her chin and dared him to make her. She prayed to God he wouldn’t.
He stared back at her, mad as hell now. He stepped within inches of her and raised the knife slightly, “I said, get on your knees.”
Fran’s heart raced, she knew Nathan was listening, it was probably all that was saving her from bursting out into tears. That and the fact that she wanted to help throw this fucker in prison, “No.” She repeated, firmly and slightly louder.
His eyes widened as he burst with rage, “You fucking bitch! I said-” he brought the knife to her throat, grazing the tender skin.
Fran ducked to the side, dodged the knife and yelled, “Eagle has landed!”
Immediately, the door to the apartment burst open and the undercover team poured through, guns at the ready. Nathan came in first, followed by Kristian and the others, “Freeze! Hands up asshole!” he yelled as the man stood up, and complied, two officers ran to handcuff him and helped pull his pants back on.
They escorted him out, reading him his rights as he was yelling back at Fran, “You set me up, you bitch! I haven’t done anything!”
Kristian bagged the knife and handed it off to another officer, “Thank God that’s over. You did great, Ms. Callahan, everyone appreciates what you did.” He said, leaving her and Nathan alone.
Fran hugged herself, still quivering with fear and shock, mixed with adrenaline.
Nathan moved in to hold her and against her better judgment, she let him, “I’m so sorry Frannie, I heard everything. I never should have asked you to do this.”
She leaned her head into his shoulder, “I’m glad you asked me, he’s caught now and everything’s going to be fine. But I have to admit I’ve never been so afraid in my life, how do you do it everyday?”
He gently pulled away, still holding her slightly, “Well, I don’t seduce suspects everyday if that’s what you mean, usually I just cuff ‘em and be done with it. What you did was amazing.”
She smiled and had to admit it did feel pretty good to know she had it in her to do something great, “It was kind of exciting, I’ll confess. Standing up to him, I could almost feel that I was the one in control even though he had the knife.”
Nathan just laughed, leave it to her to come through something like that and be excited about it, “Speaking of excited…I didn’t know you had a food fetish.”
“Don’t you dare, Nathan Isaiah Davis! I couldn’t think of anything else to get him to lay off.”
He smiled, biting his lip as the line replayed in his memory, “Frannie likes to lick up all the juice…” he sang to a made up tune, as he threw his arm around her shoulder, “Let’s get out of here, Cadet, I think you’ve earned the rest of the night off.”
“God, you’re awful!” She laughed as they walked together out of the apartment of terror.
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Fran stood up and patted her hands together, shaking off the dirt that was clinging to them. She watched her mother shower her precious plants with water as she wiped a few beads of sweat from her brow. After the fiasco with Chaz, she and Nathan had been giving their relationship a try-so far, so good. Leslie had invited them along with Elena and her family and Nathan’s parents for a cookout.
The back door opened, the man she was so grateful for poked his head out and called to them, “Are you two gonna pull weeds all day or what? Lunch is ready when you are.”
“Okay, we’re coming, keep your shirt on.” Fran said, giving him a sly grin. She never ceased to amaze at how much she wanted him to do exactly the opposite, anytime he wanted to go shirtless was just fine by her.
“So, you’re not mad at me for joining the Academy?”
“You do what you were born to do, you’re lucky you figured that out now, most people live their whole life not knowing what they were meant to do. Your father would be proud of you no matter what, you have to know that. No more guilt Fran, he knows you made the right decision, he’d be proud of the woman you have become.”
Fran smiled as tears flooded her eyes, she grabbed her mother and hugged her as hard as she could, “Thanks Mom, I love you.”
