fingertips. She pulled back and gave a half-lidded smile.
“Did you like that?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to do it again?”
“Yes.”
They kissed again. He slid his other hand around her shoulder and let her hands come up to cradle his face. He felt her hot breath on his lips and moving down across his neck, and groaned again.
“Don't stop touching me, Tom.”
“I won't.” He wouldn't. Ever.
This wasn't turning out to be such a bad trip after all, he thought, as he lost himself in Evey.
********
“ Tom? ”
Artie's voice broke the moment. Tom looked up from Evey's shoulder, her teeth still digging into his neck. He squeezed her behind and she cooed in appreciation. Her hair smelled like lilies.
“Fuck off, Artie.”
“Tom, what the fuck…”
“I'm busy,” Tom barked.
“Tom, that’s a succubus. ”
Tom shook his head. He was dizzy, disoriented. He felt like he'd smoked a whole joint to himself. The pleasing vibrations from the floor below rose up and relaxed his thighs, onto which Evey’s weight was sinking heavily. He let himself sink further into his couch. He wasn't getting up from here anytime soon.
“What are you talking about...”
“Tom, fuck's sakes, wake up. She's got you-- Snap out of it! ”
“Go away, Artie,” snapped Evey as she sat up. Tom groaned in irritation. Artie started towards them. Tom felt himself get up like a shot, his body moving of its own accord. He lazily swung his fist at Artie, catching him hard in the jaw.
Artie stumbled backwards and fell on his ass. He rubbed his jaw, standing up with his eyes wide in a stupid, annoying gawk. Tom couldn't stand the sight of him. He never could. Tom hated Artie, pure and simple. Finally smacking him in his idiot mouth felt good.
Tom sat back down on the couch, and Evey returned to her perch. She smiled broadly in satisfaction, before rewarding him with another deep kiss. Tom had done well, and he knew it. He'd done a good thing for Evey. Artie wouldn't come anywhere near her. Her soft breasts pressed into his collar.
“I'm getting Harold,” Artie called at Tom. Evey snorted loudly, and Tom rolled his eyes. He let his head fall back, as Evey's lips traced little kisses on his chest.
********
The white sun beat down on the beach. A cool island breeze swept through Tom's hair. He felt the heat on his muscles, the sand between his toes. The cold gun’s handle in his palm. His fingers felt numb from the recoil of the shots he'd just fired. A small platoon of black-clad ninja assassins lay around him in heaps, their blood staining the otherwise spotless beach.
Evey was in the water, arms wrapped around her front, and a look of pure terror on her face. She was hyperventilating. Tom stepped over a black-suited body and strode towards her, leaving heavy footprints in the sand. When he reached her, he dramatically pulled off his mirrored shades and wrapped an arm around her.
“Don't worry, baby. I sent them on an express flight south. Way south.”
“Tom, I'm scared…”
“Don't be scared, sweetheart... I'm a professional.”
Evey wrapped her arms around him. Her perfect body pressed up against his. Tom let their weight drag them down into the wet sand on the water line. Evey lay on top of him and tugged at the waistband of his swim trunks. He cast his pistol aside, and kissed her.
Evey pulled her head back. “Do you think they'll be back, Tom?”
“I'm sure Professor von Mord isn't done yet. But no matter what he sends, he's gonna learn...”
He put his sunglasses back on.
“...That the Bell tolls for thee.”
Evey gave a lascivious grin. She ran her tongue across her lips.
“Mmm, yeah...”
Evey leaned down and kissed him hard on the mouth. Their bodies sunk into the sand.
*
“Cut the shit right now or I'll put you in the ground.”
A deep voice broke up their session. Tom, still lying on his back, tilted his head to look behind him. There was a very tall, upside-down black
“Did you like that?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to do it again?”
“Yes.”
They kissed again. He slid his other hand around her shoulder and let her hands come up to cradle his face. He felt her hot breath on his lips and moving down across his neck, and groaned again.
“Don't stop touching me, Tom.”
“I won't.” He wouldn't. Ever.
This wasn't turning out to be such a bad trip after all, he thought, as he lost himself in Evey.
********
“ Tom? ”
Artie's voice broke the moment. Tom looked up from Evey's shoulder, her teeth still digging into his neck. He squeezed her behind and she cooed in appreciation. Her hair smelled like lilies.
“Fuck off, Artie.”
“Tom, what the fuck…”
“I'm busy,” Tom barked.
“Tom, that’s a succubus. ”
Tom shook his head. He was dizzy, disoriented. He felt like he'd smoked a whole joint to himself. The pleasing vibrations from the floor below rose up and relaxed his thighs, onto which Evey’s weight was sinking heavily. He let himself sink further into his couch. He wasn't getting up from here anytime soon.
“What are you talking about...”
“Tom, fuck's sakes, wake up. She's got you-- Snap out of it! ”
“Go away, Artie,” snapped Evey as she sat up. Tom groaned in irritation. Artie started towards them. Tom felt himself get up like a shot, his body moving of its own accord. He lazily swung his fist at Artie, catching him hard in the jaw.
Artie stumbled backwards and fell on his ass. He rubbed his jaw, standing up with his eyes wide in a stupid, annoying gawk. Tom couldn't stand the sight of him. He never could. Tom hated Artie, pure and simple. Finally smacking him in his idiot mouth felt good.
Tom sat back down on the couch, and Evey returned to her perch. She smiled broadly in satisfaction, before rewarding him with another deep kiss. Tom had done well, and he knew it. He'd done a good thing for Evey. Artie wouldn't come anywhere near her. Her soft breasts pressed into his collar.
“I'm getting Harold,” Artie called at Tom. Evey snorted loudly, and Tom rolled his eyes. He let his head fall back, as Evey's lips traced little kisses on his chest.
********
The white sun beat down on the beach. A cool island breeze swept through Tom's hair. He felt the heat on his muscles, the sand between his toes. The cold gun’s handle in his palm. His fingers felt numb from the recoil of the shots he'd just fired. A small platoon of black-clad ninja assassins lay around him in heaps, their blood staining the otherwise spotless beach.
Evey was in the water, arms wrapped around her front, and a look of pure terror on her face. She was hyperventilating. Tom stepped over a black-suited body and strode towards her, leaving heavy footprints in the sand. When he reached her, he dramatically pulled off his mirrored shades and wrapped an arm around her.
“Don't worry, baby. I sent them on an express flight south. Way south.”
“Tom, I'm scared…”
“Don't be scared, sweetheart... I'm a professional.”
Evey wrapped her arms around him. Her perfect body pressed up against his. Tom let their weight drag them down into the wet sand on the water line. Evey lay on top of him and tugged at the waistband of his swim trunks. He cast his pistol aside, and kissed her.
Evey pulled her head back. “Do you think they'll be back, Tom?”
“I'm sure Professor von Mord isn't done yet. But no matter what he sends, he's gonna learn...”
He put his sunglasses back on.
“...That the Bell tolls for thee.”
Evey gave a lascivious grin. She ran her tongue across her lips.
“Mmm, yeah...”
Evey leaned down and kissed him hard on the mouth. Their bodies sunk into the sand.
*
“Cut the shit right now or I'll put you in the ground.”
A deep voice broke up their session. Tom, still lying on his back, tilted his head to look behind him. There was a very tall, upside-down black
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