Angela starts to pull away from the kiss only to quickly smash her lips back against mine two…three times before pulling away and keeping a waiting position, with her lips inches from my own.
"If you tell anyone what I'm about to say I'll make your life miserable." Angela threatens with a soft breathy voice that sends a thrill down my spine and makes my cock throb.
"I'd never tell anyone what is or isn't said and or done or not done between us, Angela." I can't see it but I can feel Angela's lips turning into a small smile.
"Today, when I got sent to the ground…having you out there with me. Being my responsibility I panicked and couldn't get my sidearm out of its holster. You, you fulfilled your dream today. Because…because you were my hero today." Angela's words are so very soft and so very far out of character for what I remember of her from the show I'm left gobsmacked.
Feeling Angela start to squirm in my arms snaps me out of my fresh wave of shock making me lean in and kiss her with the same soft, slow but passionate kiss she first gave me.
Both of us separate from the kiss at the same time both of us struggle not to reinitiate it, but I need to say something.
"Thank you for telling me Angela, you don't have any idea how much it means to me to hear you say that." My words sound incredibly honest and heartfelt to my own ears.
"Whatever…" Angela mutters as she glances away from me just as the elevator doors open up into the panic room…okay it's more of a nuclear bomb shelter than a panic room with six floors and a hydroponics setup for fish and plants.
Entering the panic room I press my hand against the handprint scanner that works to seal the elevator shaft and secure the bunker/panic room.
The bunker is set up to be functional with a small touch of lavish expense, "Sir, Security Officer Sarah Harding reporting for duty!"
"Miss Harding, what can you tell me about the people who fired an RPG at my living room?" My voice comes out sharp and commanding, which makes Angela tense up in my arms, and Sarah flinches slightly while standing a little straighter at the same time.
"All I can tell you, sir…is that you've had a price put on you by the Blue Dragon Triad by it's leader for killing her daughter's fiancee." Sarah answers my question, her body language expressing her nervousness and worry about disappointing me.
"Good Work, Sarah…have we intercepted any calls that could lead us to my attackers?"
"I…I'm sorry, Sir. But no we haven't…we did however intercept communications from Mid-Wilshire station to your and Miss Lopez's city provided cellular devices calling you in for a high priority meeting…Sir, Athena Queen went to the police to warn them that you have been Greenlit by the Triad." At Sarah's words I feel myself growing tense as a wash of memories rush to the surface of my mind.
Athena Queen, second daughter of one of my father's business associates Malcom Queen, and the little sister of my high school girlfriend Phoebe Queen.
"Silas, Silas…Silas!" Angela was calling my name but it took her punching me in the face to snap me out of the very very complicated and complex memories of a weird three way romance with my highschool sweetheart's little sister who looks like Willa Holland does in her first appearance on Arrow.
"Silas, are you alright?" The concern for me in Angela's voice is thick.
"I'd be better if you didn't just break my nose in front of my building's security team." The snarkiness in my voice doesn't carry its usual playfulness. Looking around I find that we aren't in the entry room of the bunker but are instead in my personal quarters and I'm sitting on the bed while Angela is still in my arms and partially sitting on my lap.
"When did we-" I start to question only for Angela to cup my face between her hands and stare into my eyes.
"Talk to me, who is Athena Queen and why did she make you space out like that?"
'Is that jealousy in her voice? No, I'm just imagining things.'
"I…Thea is my, is the younger sister of my highschool girlfriend and…she was like a little sister to me until her and Phoebe worked together to rape me on my sixteenth birthday…she was the reason why I didn't get blown up that night with my parents." I feel something warm running down my face before I'm being hugged by Angela, her hands holding my head against her chest as she gently strokes my head.
"I'm here if you want…or need to talk about it…" Angela murmurs gently, but I don't need to talk about it, I need to push it away to forget it ever happened in the first place.
'God Damnit why did that have to be a memory that I got from Silas?!' My thoughts are harried and desperate. I gently pull back from the hug and look…I have to look up into Angela's eyes.
"Can we go back to kissing each other now…?" A please almost leaves my lips but it doesn't especially not at the look on Angela's face that says no even while in her eyes a desire to pick up from where we left off in the elevator.
"It's not a good idea, we're drunk…we're lonely, you're in pain…it's not a good idea." Angela reasons but she doesn't make a move to separate herself from me.
"We're needed back at the station." I tack on reluctantly to Angela's list.
"I'm your T.O…" Angela tacks on one more thing even as her lips move closer to my own.
"It"d have political repercussions if anyone at the station found out…" I also add on another thing against this attraction: Angela and I are feeling for each other.
"You'll never respect me as a superior officer again, if you get into my pants." Our lips touch and we both pull away but only enough so that our lips don't touch anymore.
"I'll never not respect you, Angela…I surround myself with gorgeous, brilliant, driven… capable women who always make me feel a little bit lesser than them." At my words Angela's and I's lips connect once more and this time we don't stop, kissing as we end up further upwards on the bed.
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Mid-Wilshire Station
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In the Fishbowl Sergeant Grey paces as he waits for two of his officers to check-in, when Tim Bradford and Talia Bishop enter the Fishbowl followed by Nolan and Chen.
"Have any of you heard from Officer Lopez or Officer Walker?" Sergeant Grey demands an answer but all four of them shake their heads no.
Sergeant Grey grabs his shoulder mounted radio mic, "Alright everyone we have two officers missing, possibly abducted it's time to crank the intensity of our search for them up to eleven. I want everyone hitting Triad businesses and associates until our people are found…dead or alive." Sergeant Grey speaks into his mic every officer in L.A. getting his message and having it confirmed for them, the L.A.P.D was going to war against the Triad.
Athena Queen, who prefers to be called Thea the nickname Silas gave her when they were little paces inside of the break room at Wilshire station filled with a nervous worry.
Worry over Silas's safety and his reaction to seeing her after all that happened between them and her sister Phoebe, there were so many things she'd do differently if she could go back in time.
Like not having sex with a tied up and blindfolded Silas who thought that she was her big sister only to have her big sister ruin it by talking to him and telling him that he just made her little sister very happy.
Lucy Chen enters the break room to check on their informant, "So how do you know Silas?" Lucy asks Athena and the young woman maybe a year or two younger than Silas himself flinches.
"It's…it's a bit complicated, we were very close as children, our parents were friends." Thea explains and Lucy smiles, but it's not a friendly smile it's a toothy smile and like her spirit animal the shark, Lucy smells blood in the water.
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Angela and I are in our own little world completely blind and deaf to the consequences of our mutual decision to act on our desires for each other.
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Silas begins to slide Angela's leather jacket off of her shoulder trailing kisses down her neck and along her right shoulder until the coat comes off.
While Angela pushes her leggings and black lace thong down to her knees before using her legs to kick them off.
Silas"s hands slide over her sides to her tube top and the bra like hooks at the back of it and snaps it off of Angela's body drawing a sharp hot breath from the woman who slides her hands down his abs and pushes down his sweatpants revealing his big fat hard cock which she takes on both her hands and begins to stroke.
Neither one breaks their passionate kiss even though it is starting to become suffocating.
Angela mounts Silas keeping a firm hold of his cock until it enters her, the moan is powerful and loud that it separated their lips, both begin taking greedy gulps of oxygen into their lungs as Angela begins to grind her hips while Silas leans upwards and begins lavishing Angela's bouncy tits with love and attention.
"Mmm, don't leave hickies on my neck." Angela sighs, her hands threading through Silas's hair trying to pull his face further into her chest, as she begins to grind her hips faster.
Silas's hands move from Angela's tits his arms wrapping around her back and hooking over her left shoulder, while he begins fucking up into Angela his lips moving to her neck.
He begins sucking on her neck and nipping at the sensitive skin drawing a sharp cry from Angela's lips that only made her return his enthusiasm by leaning down and giving him the same treatment in return marking him as her's…at least for tonight.
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Angela wakes up feeling warm, safe…and strangely protective, that's when the somewhat hazy memories of last night rush to the surface of her thoughts.
'Oh god Angela…you didn't!' Is her first real thought a strange feeling starts welling up in her chest when she feels Silas's warm breath against the back of her neck, combined with the feeling between her thighs.
Reaching down between her thighs, 'Fuck…I let him cum inside…' Memories of a very long passionate night play out in her mind. 'More than once…'
A light knocking sounds from the door before an aged man with gray hair and an air of stick firmly lodged up his ass enters the room.
'Alfred…that's his name…'
"Good morning, Miss Lopez…I have a fresh set of clothing here for you…and a mode of transport waiting for you. It is deftly important that you get to the station as quickly as possible."
"Uhh, thank you Alfred."
"It is my pleasure, Miss Lopez…this isn't my place to say this but I am going to anyway. Thank you for being here for Master Silas, he may have a reputation as what you Americans call a playboy…whilst also being an arrogant ponce. But he has a kind but jaded heart; it is extremely rare that the young master lets someone get close to him. That is all I wanted to say." Alfred says to Angela before making a quick get away which only makes Angela's already complicated feelings and emotions grow even more so.
As Angela tries to slip out of Silas's arms, "Hey." Silas's sleepy sounding voice makes her body lock up, her heart flutter before a warmth flushes through her system.
"Hey, we both have to get to the station…but I'm going to leave first." Her quick reply draws an agreeing yawn from the man, who proceeds to pull her back into bed and begin kissing her.
Angela returns the kiss but then pushes Silas away, "Silas, we can't last night it was a mistake that can't ever happen again." Angela is surprised at how much her own words make her heart hurt.
"If that's how you feel, nothing I say or do will change your mind…but last night didn't feel like the end of something, and I think you feel the same way." Silas's words cut deep because deep down she knows he's right but she can't, she can't go down this road with another cop it'll ruin any chance she has of ever becoming a detective.
"It is how I feel, we just have to be able to work together as Training Officer and Trainee until your real T.O. gets here." Angela's voice is sharp as she gets out of Silas's bed feeling small, naked and vulnerable under his partially lidded eyes.
"I will have no problem keeping things professional with you while on duty, Ma'am…I'm sure you can do the same." Angela wasn't expecting his voice to be flat and without feeling, this wasn't the voice of the man she met yesterday morning or the one she had slept with last night it was the voice of someone who had completely shut down…emotionally Angela starts to feel something warm tracking down her face.
While she quickly gets dressed and leaves the room, Alfred enters right after she leaves.
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"Sir…I know it isn't my place. But I have never seen you make a woman leave your bedroom in tears before." Alfred says to me and I don't know why but I feel a deep sense of hurt at how Angela just treated me.
"You're right it isn't your place, Alfred." I instantly regret making my retort out of anger and hurt only to get a soft chuckle out of Alfred in reply.
"Big brother, don't be mean to grandpa Alfie!" A loud slightly annoying voice of a little girl's shout fills my ears just as a little girl of maybe ten stomps her way into my quarters in the bunker.
Looking at the upset little girl's angry expression, knowledge that this little girl Alyssa is Alfred's Granddaughter and my adoptive little sister.
"Sorry Alfred, I didn't mean to snap at you."
"There is nothing for you to apologize for, Sir…I am rather happy to see that you have become infatuated with someone other than Miss Stevens."
"Wait Grandpa, is big brother in love with that pretty woman who just left?!" Alyssa's voice goes so loud it ends up sounding like a squeak.
And I can't help but cover my head with a pillow and hope I suffocate to death…which seems easier than getting pestered by a ten year old girl about my love life…or rather the lack thereof.
"So it seems…come Alyssa, Master Silas has to get cleaned up." Alfred says the fondness in his voice toward both Alyssa and I is thick in his voice.
"Big brother, if you think you're in love with her you should tell her." Alyssa says runs over to me hugs me overtop of the comforter before running out of my quarters followed out by Alfred.
'I did not fall in love with her…that's just silly…though I can't deny that there is an ease of conversation between us, or at least there was last night before we slept together.'