Quickie

"Where do you think you're going, Krycek?"

She slammed him against the wall. He felt her breasts pressing up against him. Her hands traced along his chest, his thighs; inside his thighs. He shifted against her begging for release.

He was panting, flushed with excitement. She was so close he could smell *her*. How long had he waited in fear of this? In anticipation of this?

She eased up, unbuttoned her jacket and reached one hand behind her back. Just as he thought he might have some respite, she was on him again, her breath against his neck, searing him.

He let out a low groan and looked in to deep blue depths of her eyes. She pinned his arms behind him, hugged his waist, and kneeled in front of him.

His mind raced a million directions all at once as he stared at her in disbelief.

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"You have the right to remain silent."