Post by Hellokitty on Aug 19, 2006 8:45:06 GMT -5
Falling Book 2: Finding Marlena – Chapter 5 - slight NC-17
Trying to remain completely still, Marlena struggled to maintain her grip on the worn wooden rail that ran along the side of the boat. Frayed splinters worked their way into the surface of her fingers. Biting down on her lip to keep from crying out she watched nervously as the British Interpol agent demanded once again, “Marlena Evans Black, you are under arrest….come out from where you are hiding with your hands up.”
“John what are we going to do?” she whispered loudly afraid to look away from the scene unfolding in front of her. She needed to see John’s face, needed to see that he had this situation figured out and that it was simply a little diversion that they would escape, but she was afraid that if she looked at him she might lose track of the officers and one would sneak up on her.
“We do nothing,” John whispered, his voice coming from somewhere behind her and to the left.
“Nothing?” she whispered the frustration evident in her voice as she watched the cadre of Interpol and local Italian police officers walk up and down the wharf, flashlights moving back and forth over the cobblestone street. Searchlights from the police cars shined upon the water casting artificial shadows around the boats.
“Nothing.”
“That’s suicide John…You cannot be serious…They have guns pointed out here at me…guns….they are going to shoot me if they have to,” Marlena said quickly, each word she said harder and harder to get out. The enormity of the situation was becoming more and more evident with the arrival of each additional police car and each dog that ran up and down the pier, paws scratching against the wooden planks of the boardwalk. She estimated that there are had to be at least 20 police cars and ten dogs out there. All looking for her.
John could hear the faint sound of her gasping and knew that she was starting to have a panic attack. “Doc…Marlena…sweetheart…you need to remain calm and hang on,” John whispered as he moved to where he was behind her. He needed for her to hang on to the side of the boat where she would make the least amount of noise. “Look around….there are close to fifty fishing boats around here…I’d guess that they don’t know for certain where we are in the water, only that we’re out here.” John had a calmness about him as he treaded in place in the cold water and calculated in his head their escape route. He didn’t want to tell Marlena anymore than she needed to know as it would only cause her further panic. They were in big trouble.
“We’ve got to do something John…its only a matter of time before they come out into the water to come and get us, to get me,” Marlena managed to get out as she gasped for air. John reached up and rubbed her back slowly with one arm as he tried to keep his balance in the water with the other while treading water.
“Do something,” she begged him as she started kicking her legs in the water, desperation and panic overcoming her. The sound of her splashing could be heard from the shore. Immediately a searchlight was pointed in their direction. Blinded by the brightness of the light in her eyes, Marlena instinctively let go of the side of the boat. Falling backwards into the water, John caught her.
“We see where you are…Come out now or we will send some divers out to get you. You cannot escape….If you try to escape we have orders from the Interpol and the American government to shoot to kill….this is a serious situation Mrs. Black or Miss Dimera, what ever you prefer to be called as….I recommend that you come out now so the situation can end peacefully,” the man with the British accent repeated.
“No,” Marlena moaned as she struggled to stay afloat in the water. “I’ll drown myself before I let them take me in.” She closed her eyes, not wanting to see what was happening anymore. She knew they had only moments before the police entered the cold water and swam out to get her. Would she fight? Would she go calmly with them and face a future in jail? A future without John and her children. Would Rachel and Noah be doomed as Sami and Eric were, growing up without the love and support of a mother?
“Marlena, you need to stay calm,” John reminded her. She continued to make lots of noise treading water. He was sure her gasps for air could be heard from shore. Unfortunately the calmness of the sea at this time of night didn’t offer much protection for them. The sound of every movement they made seemed to ricochet across the surface of the ocean. The searchlights on almost every police car were pointed in their direction.
“I can’t,” she gasped. Not knowing what else to do, John grabbed hold of her face and kissed her hard. Forcing his tongue through her tightly clenched teeth, he felt her resolve slowly melt. Holding onto her body as he treaded water for both of them, he felt the muscles in her arms and legs start to relax. She was no longer resistant, but an active participant. Losing herself to the soft feel of John’s tongue as it gently probed her mouth, Marlena opened her mouth wider allowing him greater access.
Unable to control himself John got lost in the feel of the love of his life safely enveloped in his arms. Running his hands up and down her arms he needed to feel closer to her, needed to make love to her, needed to connect with her in a way where words were no longer necessary.
Marlena smiled into the kiss as she felt John’s erection against her stomach as he moved up and down in the water against her, treading water for both of them. The darkness of the water behind the boat, the calmness of the sea, the desperation that each of them felt that this may be the last time they saw each other only added to the magic of the moment.
“I want you,” Marlena moaned into his mouth as she reached down between their bodies and unbuttoned his pants, freeing his hardened member. Running her hand up and down his shaft, she was empowered with a sense of calmness. Whatever was going to happen to them, would happen. The future, their future was up to the fates, but what she could control was this moment and she was going to make the most of it.
John grabbed her chin and kissed her with every ounce of his being. He needed for her to know and understand the depth of his love for her. Every pull on this hardened shaft added to the passion of his desperation and want for her. “I’ve got to fuck you Doc,” John said as he pulled back from her, passion in his half-closed eyes. “I want you now,” he whispered as he moved them towards the boat.
Marlena gasped as she felt her back roughly connect with the side of the boat. John reached under her shirt and undid her bra in the front. He needed to touch her, to taste her, like he’d never needed to before. Looking around for a place for Marlena to hang on to while he ravaged her, John spotted the anchor line out of the corner of his eye.
Holding her in his arms, feeling her breasts as they rubbed up and down against his shirt, her soft breath against her neck, John swam backwards ten feet to where the anchor line disappeared into the black sea.
“I need you now John,” Marlena purred. It was all about connecting with John, feeling him inside of her. Desperate for closer contact, Marlena lowered her pants in the water and took John in her hand. Guiding him into her inner core, she grabbed onto the anchor line for support as she adjusted to the tightness.
“Oh fuck,” John moaned as he felt himself slowly sink into her tight channel. It had only been a couple days since he’d last made love to her, but every time seemed like the first for him. He would never tire of the feeling of entering her, connecting with her on a much deeper and almost spiritual level.
“Until the end of time, you are mine,” John said possessively as he pumped faster and faster into Marlena. “Mine….mine….mine.”
“Hurry John,” Marlena said wildly. “I’m about to cum,” she warned him.
“It’s too soon honey, hang on,” John pleaded with her, wanting this moment to last forever.
“Come out with your hands up,” the Interpol agent demanded. “We know that you are in the water behind a fishing boat.”
“Shut the hell up,” John whispered to the Interpol agent, knowing that the man couldn’t hear him. “I’m fucking my wife,” John whispered as he looked deeply into Marlena’s eyes.
“Marlena Evans Black you are under arrest.”
“We get that you fucking dolt,” John whispered as he pounded harder and harder into his wife. Marlena’s eyes closed as she felt her body releasing all of its built up frustrations and pressure. Wave after wave of intense pleasure came over her body as her orgasm took her by surprise. John felt the contracting of her vaginal walls, the tightness of each contraction squeezing his shaft. Nanoseconds after she came, he emptied himself into her.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned loudly as he pumped into her. “Oh fuck baby….oh fuck….oh fuck.”
Marlena let go of the rope and put her arms around his neck for support and softly started sobbing in his arms, unable to control her emotions.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
“Why are you crying MB?” he asked concerned that he might have hurt her.
“They’re happy tears John…happy tears… Thank you for reminding me of all that I have to live for, to fight for.”
“Come on out with you hands up…you are surrounded,” another Interpol agent yelled into the loud speaker in broken English. “It is futile to try to escape…you are surrounded.” John could hear the barking of the dogs, their owners making no effort to quell their loud yaps.
“Oh give me a break,” John moaned as he held Marlena in his arms. “I’m having a tender moment with my woman…can’t you see,” he joked as he slowly wiped the tears from Marlena’s eyes with the pads of his thumbs.
“You goof,” Marlena said, smiling as she held onto him, seeking comfort in his muscular arms. “Seriously, what are we going to do?” Marlena asked as she breathed in his scent and kissed him softly on the neck. Softly, she placed gentle kisses up and down his neck.
“I’m going to get you onto this boat and have my way with you, “ John said not quite joking as he lifted her legs around his torso.
“John,” Marlena laughed as she felt his hardened penis poking at her entrance. “Oh John,” she moaned as he adjusted her body for better access, rubbing his penis up and down against her sensitive bundle of nerves. With the first rub she felt an orgamism approaching.
“What? Surprised?… You know what you do to me…you know that I can’t control myself around you,” John said as he steadied her hips and entered her quickly.
“Oh god,” Marlena moaned loudly. Her body was so raw with feelings and emotions that each thrust brought her closer and closer to another orgasm. “John,” Marlena screamed out as she started to cum once again. John quickly thrust his tongue into her mouth to quiet her screams, but he was finding that he was having a hard time maintaining any level of control.
“John,” Marlena screamed loudly. “I’m cumming…I can’t stop it,” she yelled out even though he was right in front of her. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she screamed as her world went white and she felt the sensation of falling.
Marlena thrashing in his arms, her vaginal walls convulsing uncontrollably around his penis, with the look of complete and utter serenity on her face was the most beautiful sight that John had ever seen. Emptying himself into her, he held onto her floating form for support.
“Are you alright Ms. Black?” the Interpol agent asked, concerned by her loud cries. Although he had been given orders to bring her in dead or alive, she was still a human and was entitled to medical care.
John laughed at the man’s questions as he held his wife’s limp body in his arms. “Oh I’d say she’s alright,” he laughed as he pulled her shirt back down so that it covered her chest.
“Marlena, as much as I’d love to hold you in my arms like this all night long, we need to get moving. In a couple of minutes I’m going to lift you onto the boat… I need for you to take cover under the tarp and stay quiet,” John whispered softly, mesmerized by her angelic face. She had yet to open her eyes, content to float in his arms. He adjusted her body in the water and noticed that she was shivering.
“What do you have planned?” Marlena asked as she summoned the strength to open one eye. She felt the water around her hoping to feel the fabric of her pants.
“You’ll see…you’ve got to remain still though,” John said as he watched Marlena. “Here let me help you,” he said as he grabbed onto her T-shirt and lifted it up.
“John,” Marlena moaned as the coolness of the night air hit her exposed breasts. Her nipples instantly hardened. “John,” Marlena warned him noticing the look of lust in his eyes.
“What?” he asked sheepishly, staring at her exposed breasts.
“John,” Marlena warned him as she grabbed the sides of her bra and fastened the clasp in the center of her chest. “There,” she said as she lowered her shirt.
“Honey, you didn’t have to do that,” John said as he tried to lift her shirt.
“Marlena Evans Black….Julie Dimera, this is your last warning…you have one minute to come out from behind the boat with your hands in the air…. Divers are ready to come into the water and get you if you do not comply…. Come out now….We know that John Black has been helping you….If you come out now we won’t prosecute him.”
John quickly peeked around the side of the boat and noticed that the man wasn’t lying. He could see the faint profile of three men in wet suits with scuba tanks on their backs appearing to be adjusting their face masks while a man in uniform seemed to be giving them instructions.
“Marlena now,” John said as he grabbed onto her waist and lifted her up as high as he could. He smiled and shook his head as her bare ass stood out in stark contrast to the darkness around them. She did as she was told and quietly crawled under a tarp and layed down, praying to God for protection from what was about to happen.
Trying to remain completely still, Marlena struggled to maintain her grip on the worn wooden rail that ran along the side of the boat. Frayed splinters worked their way into the surface of her fingers. Biting down on her lip to keep from crying out she watched nervously as the British Interpol agent demanded once again, “Marlena Evans Black, you are under arrest….come out from where you are hiding with your hands up.”
“John what are we going to do?” she whispered loudly afraid to look away from the scene unfolding in front of her. She needed to see John’s face, needed to see that he had this situation figured out and that it was simply a little diversion that they would escape, but she was afraid that if she looked at him she might lose track of the officers and one would sneak up on her.
“We do nothing,” John whispered, his voice coming from somewhere behind her and to the left.
“Nothing?” she whispered the frustration evident in her voice as she watched the cadre of Interpol and local Italian police officers walk up and down the wharf, flashlights moving back and forth over the cobblestone street. Searchlights from the police cars shined upon the water casting artificial shadows around the boats.
“Nothing.”
“That’s suicide John…You cannot be serious…They have guns pointed out here at me…guns….they are going to shoot me if they have to,” Marlena said quickly, each word she said harder and harder to get out. The enormity of the situation was becoming more and more evident with the arrival of each additional police car and each dog that ran up and down the pier, paws scratching against the wooden planks of the boardwalk. She estimated that there are had to be at least 20 police cars and ten dogs out there. All looking for her.
John could hear the faint sound of her gasping and knew that she was starting to have a panic attack. “Doc…Marlena…sweetheart…you need to remain calm and hang on,” John whispered as he moved to where he was behind her. He needed for her to hang on to the side of the boat where she would make the least amount of noise. “Look around….there are close to fifty fishing boats around here…I’d guess that they don’t know for certain where we are in the water, only that we’re out here.” John had a calmness about him as he treaded in place in the cold water and calculated in his head their escape route. He didn’t want to tell Marlena anymore than she needed to know as it would only cause her further panic. They were in big trouble.
“We’ve got to do something John…its only a matter of time before they come out into the water to come and get us, to get me,” Marlena managed to get out as she gasped for air. John reached up and rubbed her back slowly with one arm as he tried to keep his balance in the water with the other while treading water.
“Do something,” she begged him as she started kicking her legs in the water, desperation and panic overcoming her. The sound of her splashing could be heard from the shore. Immediately a searchlight was pointed in their direction. Blinded by the brightness of the light in her eyes, Marlena instinctively let go of the side of the boat. Falling backwards into the water, John caught her.
“We see where you are…Come out now or we will send some divers out to get you. You cannot escape….If you try to escape we have orders from the Interpol and the American government to shoot to kill….this is a serious situation Mrs. Black or Miss Dimera, what ever you prefer to be called as….I recommend that you come out now so the situation can end peacefully,” the man with the British accent repeated.
“No,” Marlena moaned as she struggled to stay afloat in the water. “I’ll drown myself before I let them take me in.” She closed her eyes, not wanting to see what was happening anymore. She knew they had only moments before the police entered the cold water and swam out to get her. Would she fight? Would she go calmly with them and face a future in jail? A future without John and her children. Would Rachel and Noah be doomed as Sami and Eric were, growing up without the love and support of a mother?
“Marlena, you need to stay calm,” John reminded her. She continued to make lots of noise treading water. He was sure her gasps for air could be heard from shore. Unfortunately the calmness of the sea at this time of night didn’t offer much protection for them. The sound of every movement they made seemed to ricochet across the surface of the ocean. The searchlights on almost every police car were pointed in their direction.
“I can’t,” she gasped. Not knowing what else to do, John grabbed hold of her face and kissed her hard. Forcing his tongue through her tightly clenched teeth, he felt her resolve slowly melt. Holding onto her body as he treaded water for both of them, he felt the muscles in her arms and legs start to relax. She was no longer resistant, but an active participant. Losing herself to the soft feel of John’s tongue as it gently probed her mouth, Marlena opened her mouth wider allowing him greater access.
Unable to control himself John got lost in the feel of the love of his life safely enveloped in his arms. Running his hands up and down her arms he needed to feel closer to her, needed to make love to her, needed to connect with her in a way where words were no longer necessary.
Marlena smiled into the kiss as she felt John’s erection against her stomach as he moved up and down in the water against her, treading water for both of them. The darkness of the water behind the boat, the calmness of the sea, the desperation that each of them felt that this may be the last time they saw each other only added to the magic of the moment.
“I want you,” Marlena moaned into his mouth as she reached down between their bodies and unbuttoned his pants, freeing his hardened member. Running her hand up and down his shaft, she was empowered with a sense of calmness. Whatever was going to happen to them, would happen. The future, their future was up to the fates, but what she could control was this moment and she was going to make the most of it.
John grabbed her chin and kissed her with every ounce of his being. He needed for her to know and understand the depth of his love for her. Every pull on this hardened shaft added to the passion of his desperation and want for her. “I’ve got to fuck you Doc,” John said as he pulled back from her, passion in his half-closed eyes. “I want you now,” he whispered as he moved them towards the boat.
Marlena gasped as she felt her back roughly connect with the side of the boat. John reached under her shirt and undid her bra in the front. He needed to touch her, to taste her, like he’d never needed to before. Looking around for a place for Marlena to hang on to while he ravaged her, John spotted the anchor line out of the corner of his eye.
Holding her in his arms, feeling her breasts as they rubbed up and down against his shirt, her soft breath against her neck, John swam backwards ten feet to where the anchor line disappeared into the black sea.
“I need you now John,” Marlena purred. It was all about connecting with John, feeling him inside of her. Desperate for closer contact, Marlena lowered her pants in the water and took John in her hand. Guiding him into her inner core, she grabbed onto the anchor line for support as she adjusted to the tightness.
“Oh fuck,” John moaned as he felt himself slowly sink into her tight channel. It had only been a couple days since he’d last made love to her, but every time seemed like the first for him. He would never tire of the feeling of entering her, connecting with her on a much deeper and almost spiritual level.
“Until the end of time, you are mine,” John said possessively as he pumped faster and faster into Marlena. “Mine….mine….mine.”
“Hurry John,” Marlena said wildly. “I’m about to cum,” she warned him.
“It’s too soon honey, hang on,” John pleaded with her, wanting this moment to last forever.
“Come out with your hands up,” the Interpol agent demanded. “We know that you are in the water behind a fishing boat.”
“Shut the hell up,” John whispered to the Interpol agent, knowing that the man couldn’t hear him. “I’m fucking my wife,” John whispered as he looked deeply into Marlena’s eyes.
“Marlena Evans Black you are under arrest.”
“We get that you fucking dolt,” John whispered as he pounded harder and harder into his wife. Marlena’s eyes closed as she felt her body releasing all of its built up frustrations and pressure. Wave after wave of intense pleasure came over her body as her orgasm took her by surprise. John felt the contracting of her vaginal walls, the tightness of each contraction squeezing his shaft. Nanoseconds after she came, he emptied himself into her.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned loudly as he pumped into her. “Oh fuck baby….oh fuck….oh fuck.”
Marlena let go of the rope and put her arms around his neck for support and softly started sobbing in his arms, unable to control her emotions.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
“Why are you crying MB?” he asked concerned that he might have hurt her.
“They’re happy tears John…happy tears… Thank you for reminding me of all that I have to live for, to fight for.”
“Come on out with you hands up…you are surrounded,” another Interpol agent yelled into the loud speaker in broken English. “It is futile to try to escape…you are surrounded.” John could hear the barking of the dogs, their owners making no effort to quell their loud yaps.
“Oh give me a break,” John moaned as he held Marlena in his arms. “I’m having a tender moment with my woman…can’t you see,” he joked as he slowly wiped the tears from Marlena’s eyes with the pads of his thumbs.
“You goof,” Marlena said, smiling as she held onto him, seeking comfort in his muscular arms. “Seriously, what are we going to do?” Marlena asked as she breathed in his scent and kissed him softly on the neck. Softly, she placed gentle kisses up and down his neck.
“I’m going to get you onto this boat and have my way with you, “ John said not quite joking as he lifted her legs around his torso.
“John,” Marlena laughed as she felt his hardened penis poking at her entrance. “Oh John,” she moaned as he adjusted her body for better access, rubbing his penis up and down against her sensitive bundle of nerves. With the first rub she felt an orgamism approaching.
“What? Surprised?… You know what you do to me…you know that I can’t control myself around you,” John said as he steadied her hips and entered her quickly.
“Oh god,” Marlena moaned loudly. Her body was so raw with feelings and emotions that each thrust brought her closer and closer to another orgasm. “John,” Marlena screamed out as she started to cum once again. John quickly thrust his tongue into her mouth to quiet her screams, but he was finding that he was having a hard time maintaining any level of control.
“John,” Marlena screamed loudly. “I’m cumming…I can’t stop it,” she yelled out even though he was right in front of her. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she screamed as her world went white and she felt the sensation of falling.
Marlena thrashing in his arms, her vaginal walls convulsing uncontrollably around his penis, with the look of complete and utter serenity on her face was the most beautiful sight that John had ever seen. Emptying himself into her, he held onto her floating form for support.
“Are you alright Ms. Black?” the Interpol agent asked, concerned by her loud cries. Although he had been given orders to bring her in dead or alive, she was still a human and was entitled to medical care.
John laughed at the man’s questions as he held his wife’s limp body in his arms. “Oh I’d say she’s alright,” he laughed as he pulled her shirt back down so that it covered her chest.
“Marlena, as much as I’d love to hold you in my arms like this all night long, we need to get moving. In a couple of minutes I’m going to lift you onto the boat… I need for you to take cover under the tarp and stay quiet,” John whispered softly, mesmerized by her angelic face. She had yet to open her eyes, content to float in his arms. He adjusted her body in the water and noticed that she was shivering.
“What do you have planned?” Marlena asked as she summoned the strength to open one eye. She felt the water around her hoping to feel the fabric of her pants.
“You’ll see…you’ve got to remain still though,” John said as he watched Marlena. “Here let me help you,” he said as he grabbed onto her T-shirt and lifted it up.
“John,” Marlena moaned as the coolness of the night air hit her exposed breasts. Her nipples instantly hardened. “John,” Marlena warned him noticing the look of lust in his eyes.
“What?” he asked sheepishly, staring at her exposed breasts.
“John,” Marlena warned him as she grabbed the sides of her bra and fastened the clasp in the center of her chest. “There,” she said as she lowered her shirt.
“Honey, you didn’t have to do that,” John said as he tried to lift her shirt.
“Marlena Evans Black….Julie Dimera, this is your last warning…you have one minute to come out from behind the boat with your hands in the air…. Divers are ready to come into the water and get you if you do not comply…. Come out now….We know that John Black has been helping you….If you come out now we won’t prosecute him.”
John quickly peeked around the side of the boat and noticed that the man wasn’t lying. He could see the faint profile of three men in wet suits with scuba tanks on their backs appearing to be adjusting their face masks while a man in uniform seemed to be giving them instructions.
“Marlena now,” John said as he grabbed onto her waist and lifted her up as high as he could. He smiled and shook his head as her bare ass stood out in stark contrast to the darkness around them. She did as she was told and quietly crawled under a tarp and layed down, praying to God for protection from what was about to happen.