When Alan next awoke, it was to the relaxing noise of a car engine rumbling. He blinked several times, levering himself up from his position laying down in the back seat of the vehicle, and swiftly realized that he was in a cab. For a few seconds panic gripped him, and he thought one of the fake police officers had managed to capture him - and then he noticed Leah sitting in the passenger seat, peering back at him with concern. Wiping his face with one hand, he leaned back in his seat, mentally cataloguing all his body parts. He didn’t think he’d broken anything falling like that - but he was definitely sore as hell. The worst part was, he couldn’t tell if the pain was from falling, or from how tightly he’d been tensed during his harrowing escape from… whoever those guys were.

“...Leah? How did...I mean I fell and-” he started, still groggy and confused, but was cut off by Leah.

“Sweety?” she said, a cold, disapproving mien to her that Alan had never seen before in the sweet, attentive woman the ran his M&M game once a week.

“...yes?” he said, feeling like a child who’d just been caught with his hand in the cookie char.

“Be quiet.” She said, and darted her eyes towards the cab driver.

Alan spent less than a second taking in her body language and instantly understood her meaning. ‘Shut the fuck up until we’re somewhere private’.

“She’s better than your day drinking ass deserves.” The cab driver snorted, interrupting his moment of understanding. “She friggin ran into the road to get me to stop for you. She musta thought you'd fucking died or something.” the cabby shook his head, clearly mad at him.

Alan couldn’t find a way to defend himself without refuting whatever hasty cover story Leah had thrown together to explain his admittedly strange choice of sleeping location and attire.

Of course that didn’t mean he had to like it.

He shot a petulant glare at Leah that served the dual purpose of being in character and conveying his true feelings. The raven haired beauty had the grace to slip an apologetic look onto her face for a moment before turning back to the driver, all business. She raised a single shoulder in a dejected shrug.

“He’s a handful, but I love him.” she admitted sadly. She was laying it on a bit thick in Alan’s opinion. Even if she did secretly like him for some reason. And even if her posture and other minor tells did have something of a possessive cast to them when he looked closely.

Alan shook his head and leaned back, closing his eyes. That was the problem with reading body language the way he did. You could assume general intent fairly easily, but specific emotions, and especially the depth of those emotions was beyond him. Many of his past relationships had fallen apart because he was unable to trust anything he couldn’t see. And unfortunately, he couldn’t see love. Just interest.

‘On the bright side, I’m not dead I guess.’ He thought darkly.

The cab ride was only another fifteen minutes long, and had only taken that long because evening traffic had started to pick up as workers punched out and headed home for the night. The nightlife began to bloom around them, neon signs saying ‘open’ clicking on as the sun set over the city, and men and women in increasingly risque attire began to grace the streets.

Finally, the cab pulled into the driveway of a small detached house that looked like one of a handful in the area that were typically rented out to students during the school year. Alan had considered living in one of these, closer to his school, but they were expensive, and undoubtedly he’d end up sharing the space with four to five other people - which just didn’t line up with his need to be alone sometimes. At least Jane spent most of the day sleeping.

Which begged the question, how did this count as privacy?

He wisely kept his mouth shut as Leah paid the cab driver and exited the cab, pulling a hefty backpack that didn’t suit her at all out after her. She didn’t glance back at Alan once, simply elegantly stepping over the leaf packed driveway and up to the front door, which she unlocked with perfunctory click.

Only then did she shoot a glance over her shoulder, passing through the door and widening it invitingly to him with a gentle bump of her hip against it. Alan could practically feel the magnetic attraction the swaying movement had on his gaze, and struggled in vain not to stare as he followed her into the house, locking the door behind him.

He may have tried to avoid getting into a relationship with her, but he’d have to be brain dead not to notice how drop dead gorgeous she was. Calling her figure an hourglass was probably an insult. She filled the sweater and jeans she was wearing out so well he had to consciously choose to examine the house around him before he started imagining her naked.

Not that he wouldn’t do that later. Now just didn’t seem appropriate.

The house was… curiously well organized for a student abode. There was very little dust lining the walls, so he assumed the building was well used - but for the life of him he couldn’t find signs that anyone really lived here. There were no shoes in the hall. Only Leah’s coat in the closet. Not a single dish left unwashed. It was all very… clinical.

Before he could find a way to ask about it, Leah lead him into what was evidently a living room area - though it too seemed strangely unused and held only a single couch across from a widescreen tv on a minimalist table that had exactly zero space for the usual trappings of student life such as DVD’s or game consoles.

Then she rammed into him, sending them both sprawling into the couch. If Alan had been paying closer attention to her - instead of doing his damndest to pay attention to literally anything except her body, he might have noticed she had perfectly measured the distance they would need to travel for this maneuver to place them both on top of the couch and each other.

Leah’s weight pressed down on him, her breasts a warm pillow separating the rest of her body from him. Her hands grasped tightly at the lapels of his suit jacket, and she quivered with barely repressed anxiety.

“What happened!” she cried, beating her hands gently against his and pressing further down on him in a way he realized was going to become very awkward, very fast.

“I saw the whole thing! You jumped out of a window! Are you crazy or just stupid?!” Leah wailed.

“I uh, didn’t really have a choice?” Alan tried, attempting to extricate himself from her embrace before she noticed he was getting hard under her.

“You! You!” she moaned, burying her face in his shoulder, apparently too frustrated to form a coherent sentence. A few minutes passed like that, with her sniffling into him and him… trying extremely hard not to be extremely hard.

Eventually though, Leah calmed down and pulled herself up to stare down at him. A look flickered across her face that Alan tentatively thought might be satisfaction, then her brows furrowed in thought.

“So. What happened?” she said, taking a shuddering breath and sliding herself off of him. He froze in place as his erection dragged plainly and obviously across her crotch, but if she noticed she didn’t say anything about it. He thought, for a moment, that her breathing became slightly more haggard, but her body language suggested, for almost the first time since he’d met her really, that she desperately wanted to be somewhere else at that moment.

He supposed he would be pretty embarrassed too if he spent fifteen minutes balling his eyes out on someone he only kind of knew.

He crossed his legs and leaned forward, firmly agreeing with the sentiment, and then - because he really didn’t know what to do at this point - he told Leah everything.

She took it with much more grace than he would have expected. Her gaze sharpened, and she asked him to repeat himself several times, each time forcing him to be more and more detailed in his explanation. At some point, she pulled out a personal computer from somewhere and began typing away while he spoke. When he finally came to the part about the drone, he worriedly asked;

“Do you think the drone was theirs? I’m kind of afraid they’ll follow us here and then the whole thing will start all over again...plus, I dunno if I can protect you and run for my life.” Alan admitted, wincing at how cowardly it sounded.

“I think you should take the offer.” Leah said after a while, her gaze flicking up from her laptop briefly before shooting back down.

“What and do this for a living? No fucking thank you.” He groused.

“Language.” Leah muttered under her breath before continuing; “I think… I think your bowtie was right. That man you left behind saw your face - this is your problem whether you know what’s going on or not, and if it really is…” she paused to consider how to phrase what she wanted to say next.

“Some international spy agency, I don’t think they’ll tell you anything they don’t have to unless you work for them.” she shrugged when she finished, biting her lip and looking worriedly at him. It was distracting enough that - for the umpteenth time that night - Alan’s eye twitched. It was a source of eternal shame for him that body language most people would consider slightly sexual was far more arousing to him than it probably should be. And Leah, bless her sexy, well proportioned soul, had been hitting all his buttons pretty much the entire time they’d been talking. Every time he considered standing up to go to the bathroom and catch a break from the constant exposure, she would fire another question at him, causing him to temporarily forgot his attempt at flight.

“So I’m fu- screwed either way basically.” He said, changing words at the last second and eliciting a beaming smile from Leah for his efforts.

“Unfortunately.” Leah agreed.

They made eye contact, and it lasted far longer than was comfortable.

“Ah so. When are your roommates coming back?” Alan asked, trying to fill the sudden silence. Leah just tilted her head at him, a confused look in her eyes before the light of understanding dawned in them.

“Oh! No one else lives here.” She said - which was true.

“There was a mistake when they put the rooms up and I was the only one that responded.” she added - which was not true.

In truth, Leah had decided long before she had begun to fixate on Alan that she wouldn’t suffer herself to live with other people, or in discomfort. It had been a week long, sleepless exercise in malicious social engineering, with some blackmail sprinkled in for effect, but of the five students who had roomed here at the beginning of the school year, she was the only one that remained. She was, of course, more than willing to pay for use of the entire house. At a discounted price even. It wasn’t as though many students were moving so late after school had started.

Which lead to now. Just her and her Alan stuck in harrowing circumstances, under a single roof, with no one else to rely on.

Leah dearly wished she had bothered to set up cameras in her own home and not just inside Alan’s.

Alan couldn’t tell what was going through Leah’s mind at the moment, but he did detect the exact moment her mind switched tracks. All at once, her entire body reoriented on him, like a sniper taking aim at her target. Her gentle smile widened just slightly too much, and her pupils dilated like a cats before it pounces.

“You can sleep on the couch if you want.” Leah offered delicately. “You… probably shouldn’t go home.” she explained as though to justify herself.

Alan had to admit she had a point. His apartment was the first place anyone who knew him was going to look. His…apartment.... where Jane was.

Shit.

“I’ll take you up on that but - could I use your phone? Mines probably… tapped? I don’t know how spy crap works.” he shrugged, lobbing the device onto the couch behind him.

“I’ll have a look at it. Phones in the kitchen.” was all she said before scrambling over the couch to the phone. Alan wasn’t sure what she could possibly do if his phone was compromised but he didn’t have anything to lose at this point, so he left her to it.

‘Hah. Compromised.’ Alan thought, stepping over to the kitchen. He was going to need a word a day calendar for all the weird spy terminology you didn't get to use in real life.

It only took him a few moments to locate the phone and dial his lofts number. There wasn't all that much in the kitchen in the first place.The phone rang a single time before being picked up. He supposed now was about the time Jane tended to wake up.

“What?” Came Janes belligerent voice from the phone within seconds of picking it up. She did not sound happy.

“Jane it’s me. I know I already told you I wouldn’t be home, but uh…” Alan paused, trying to find a way to explain it.

“There are some… men… trying to find me. They dress like cops but, aren't. I don’t know why but they're definitely trying to kill me.

“It's probably a good idea to find somewhere else to stay for a while. Incase they visit the loft.” he finished, his tension rising as he realized how he must sound. He had basically just said ‘the cops are looking for me’ to her. Or at least, that's what any sane person would derive from the statement.

“...where are ya now then?” Jane asked after a moment, clearly straining to keep her voice calm.

“Phone might be tapped, so I can’t say.” Alan explained, realizing only after he had said it that he probably shouldn’t have called the house at all.

Before he could hear what Jane had to say on the subject, Leah strode into the room, her laptop in hand. She placed it on the kitchen table, opened it, and plopped his cellphone down next to it. Then she turned to face him.

“You should probably hang up.” she said innocently.

“They might trace the call.”

“Shit yeah. Jane I gotta go.” Alan blurted having forgotten that was a possibility, and desperately wanting somewhere safe for the night.

“Who was that? Al if you fucking hang up I - “ she screeched at him just as he slung the phone back into its cradle, doing just that. Alan thought about it for a moment then picked the phone back up. Leah squinted at him in displeasure, and her foot began tapping out a sharp rhythm on the floor as she watched him.

“I’m trying Dan.” he explained, holding a hand out to her placatingly. The rhythm of her foot tapping slowed slightly in response to this, but not by much. He could understand though. The enormity of the situation was so beyond him that his inability to fully grasp it was probably the only thing stopping him from freaking out. And every phone call he made from her house was another chance that they could be tracked somehow.

“Hello?” Dans voice said after several rings.

“Jesus Dan everythings fucked and - “

“Hah! Gotcha. Leave a message after the beep.”

“...”

Alan stared at the phone in his hand for a moment, his outward calm only just barely masking the incandescent rage he felt. Then he calmed himself down, and slowly put the phone back on its hook.

Leah sent him a questioning gaze that he declined to answer. Instead Alan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He realized that, since arriving here, he hadn’t been doing all that amazing a job managing his posture and expressions. In fact, he was operating so completely on autopilot that he’d nearly exploded at Dan’s prank voice recording.

When he opened his eyes, it was to Leah’s concerned face - far, far, too close to his own. He jerked backward, and his back hit the wall, preventing him from moving. To his surprise, Leah followed him after he moved, her delicate features veiled by some of her raven hair as it whipped forward at the sudden movement.

He looked her in the face, and the complete insanity of his day so far prevented him from his usual ditch and deny tactics. He knew Leah liked him. He just wasn’t prepared to suffer the consequences of acting upon that in any way. And yet, here she was. Only the shortest distance away. He could reach out and grab her, right now. She had started trying to help him the minute he explained his situation to her. Believed him when he was sure he must sound like a raving lunatic.

“Alan Maxwell.” Leah said, her voice cutting through the loop his thoughts had fallen into.

“You almost died today. You almost died, and I never got to tell you I…” Her voice trailed off, and a steely glint of determination entered her eyes. She stepped forward the final few inches into his personal space, her chest pressing into him and her hands gently questing over his body. Her fingers softly tugged at his shirt, untucking it from his pants. She drew slow, sensual patterns across his torso, the movements occasionally dipping down to his waist line, as though in promise.

Her mouth came to his ear and he could hear her breathing, a ragged pant of arousal I would hear in his dreams every night for years to come.

“Am I not pretty enough?” she begged, her pant increasing even as she began to writhe slightly against him, grinding her pelvis into his leg.

“I...uh… that is…” Alan’s mind was drawing a blank. He didn’t often find himself in a situation he simultaneously wanted to be in, but also knew, on an intellectual level, he should be trying to prevent. Leah made the decision largely for him, when she deftly undid his belt and popped the button holding his pants up. He briefly considered moving to the side to escape long enough for coherent thought to take over again, but she pressed into him, using her weight to pin him to the wall.

A warm hand stretched downward, grasping his shaft and stroking gently.

“Let me have this?” she asked huskily, her breath still tickling his ear. Alan could barely think through the stimulation, as her hand continued its steady unerring pace.

“Y-Yeah.” he finally acquiesced, and was rewarded when the pace of her stroking increased accordingly. She began trailing kisses down his neck, undoing the buttons of his jacket as she continued to lower her self. When finally she had lowered herself so far that she was on her knees in front of him, she stopped stroking, pulling both her hands away to rest on either side of the wall behind him.

When she looked up at him, a hunger was in her eyes that he knew was mirrored in his own. He wanted her. He wanted her so bad he could barely think straight. She was always beautiful, but in that moment he would have happily screamed to the heavens about that she was the most sexy woman he had ever laid eyes on.

She took in his hunger, his need, and seemed to bask in it. Her entire body quivered, and her knees rubbed together before she stilled them.

Then in one, fluid motion, she placed her luscious lips on his cock and thrust her head forward, engulfing him in his entirety. She pulled her head back slowly, allowing her tongue to slither across and work at his shaft and glans as she did so - only to thrust forward again, taking him all the way up to the hilt and practically getting close enough to kiss his pelvis.

“Where…” he panted, “Where did you learn….fuuck.” he moaned, realizing she didn’t intend to stop what she was doing to have a conversation with him about it.

He wouldn’t exactly say he was disappointed.

Slowly her pace sped up, her ministrations getting more and more ferocious as he approached climax.

“I- I can’t-” he said, trying to warn her of the impending eruption. She idly swatted his hand away with one hand, the other going down to work at her own sex with a raw need that made her voracious blowjob that much more erotic to him.

Finally, when he felt he couldn’t hold back anymore, she rammed her head forward once more and he came. Dense ribbons of his cum exploded forward, filling her mouth and oozing down Leah’s throat. She remained still for a few moments afterwards, feeling him twitch and pulse in her mouth, before slowly drawing back, teasing his erection back to life as she went with the soft sensation of her lips and the probing touch of her tongue.

Alan was in a daze, already willing to call it a day, when Leah stood up abruptly, her pants and underwear falling in a heap at her feat.

“I’m not… I need…” she said, her hand flashing out to pull him towards her as she led him to the kitchen counter. To his credit, Alan had never gotten a blowjob that good before. They were always perfunctory things that he’d had to ask for but that his past girlfriends hadn’t been particularly interested in. Leah though. Leah seemed as aroused by blowing as he was being blown.

With a quick hop Leah lay her round ass on kitchen counter, spreading her legs to reveal a dripping mess oozing down the insides of her thighs. She used a hand to spread her lower lips to him, and tugged desperately at the clothes hanging off of him. He should have been tired by now. He should be completely spent. But instead, he felt like he could go for hours if that's what the woman under him wanted.

He didn’t need to be told twice.

With a touch of hungry desperation, he plunged into her, the slick walls of vagina clamping down on him like they would never let him leave. The minute he entered her she wrapped her legs around him, using her arms to brace against the counter.

“Fuuuuck” she moaned, the cussing as sure a sign she was enjoying herself as her out of control panting. He thrust and thrust, the wet slapping of his body against hers becoming his whole world, everytime he came back to himself, or thought to question what was going on, Leah would buck against him, and the micro orgasm would cause the walls of her vagina to twitch in a way that drove him mad.

“More!” she cried, her bucking growing more and more intense. He realized that whenever she wasn’t crying out for him, he could hear her saying something under her breath.

“Three Hundred and ….Nnnn oooooh, Three Hundred and forty....”

‘Is she… counting thrusts?’ he thought with some confusion, before a particularly spectacular spasm left him close to his own orgasm. It dawned on him that he wasn’t wearing a condom, but as he tried to pull out, to ejaculate elsewhere, Leahs legs tightened once more around him, and her whole body curled forward for her to throw her arms around his neck.

“M-More. P-please, more. It… it has to even. It has to be - Aah!” she said, her explanation cut short by a moan of pleasure. Alan grit his teeth and girded his resolve. He couldn’t keep going as fast as he had been, not and maintain his willpower. Instead, he thrust in, hard and deep, before slowly withdrawing himself to repeat the arduous process.

Every new thrust was a hellish struggle not to cum, each new sensation left him staring pleading at Leah. She barely noticed his plight, merely Mming and Aahing at each new movement, her eyes practically rolled up into the back of her head in sheer ecstasy.

“Mmm! One.. Just one more!” she yelled, putting her all into returning the ferocity of his final thrust. The squirming of her vaginal walls as she came was too much for Alan, and he too exploded inside of her, feeling his seed fill her to the brim before he was so much as able to think of pulling out.

Not that Leah would have let him, her legs still firmly clasped behind him as she quivered and shook in the aftermath of her orgasm.

Slowly, he pulled his cock from her, eliciting a squelching noise as some of his seed spilled out of her and onto the floor. He was too tired to care though. He simply fell forward, resting his head on a cupboard above where they had been fucking.

“So…” he said through shuddering breaths.

“Wanna go on a date sometime?” he finally asked. Yeah it was a bit out of order, but after sex like that - he felt it was owed to her. Leah’s head finally tilted down from her own orgasm to eye him, though sweat now caused her hair to stick to her face.

“Took you long enough.” she whispered, leaning forward to hug him strongly. Which of course, brought her breasts into contact with him. She looked down curiously to where his erection had returned to rest against her stomach, then smirked.

“Shower?” she asked, as sweet and innocent as could be.

Why, Alan thought to himself, had he ever turned this down?