::  Someone of his Own ::

(Part III in the I Spy Redux Series)

Spoilers: Anything up to Need to Know is fair game. Anything in the X-Files up to the episode where Carter began to force a relationship between Doggett and Reyes.

 

Sunlight danced across the bronzed body. Shadows darkened the already deep cranberry nipples, soft now in his repose. She knew how to change that.

Sarah, lying on her side between Clay and Victor, wondered drowsily if she should reach out to Victor. She knew the tiniest movement on her part would wake Clay, who was nestled behind her, his morning erection already growing against her ass. Clay never slept soundly, not even in her arms, not even when it was he lying between her and Victor. «Is that one of the reasons why they don’t take pleasure in each other out in the field?» They’d never really talked about it, but she knew deep down that the only time they touched each other sexually was when they were with her. «Perhaps it is only professionalism on their part. We really do need to talk more. Of course, there’s never enough time. Will there be now? How long will they be in town?»

Stretching lazily, she felt Clay stir; his arm tightened around her waist, his nose nuzzled in her hair, his erection grew even harder. It sought the moist heat at the apex of her legs. Swallowing her moan of pleasure for the moment, she considered the oh-so-very-strange relationship she found herself in.

She loved Clay more than she had allowed herself to love anyone before – including Victor. She had no idea why. Victor was dear to her, and it hurt her to know that he was aware of the difference. However, none of this seemed to detract from their explosive couplings. In fact, the difference seemed to fuel her passion to please Victor. What she wasn’t completely comfortable with was the fact that Clay seemed to feel the exact same way. She knew he loved her. He had told her so during the height of passion, and in the few quiet moments when they found themselves alone. But she knew that there was an added emotion between Clay and Victor. She may have known the former Marine longer, but Clay and Victor were partners now. While she and Gunnery Sergeant Galindez had fought to survive in Indonesia, he and Clay had spent over a year depending on each other, day in and day out. She understood the ties partners had – she understood that all too well. She knew that if it ever came down to making a choice between the two of them, it would tear Clay apart. «Such unlikely partners and friends. Such incredibly inventive lovers! I’m so glad they surprised me last night.»

Her sigh came out as a coo and, as expected, Clay’s lips began to caress her neck, even as his fingers came to trace patterns on her belly, teasing the mere hint of hair leading to her sex, before retreating to tickle her navel. Before their incredible time in Italy, she’d shaved her mound only during the summer and only then when she was going to be wearing a bikini. After Italy, she’d made it part of her routine. She was never sure any more when they’d meet. Like last night, when they’d shown up at her front door, insisting that they were there to take her to dinner. «Oh, lord, I’m hungry!» She had been a tad surprised that Harm, when he’d called at the last minute to invite her to dine with him, had taken her refusal so casually. He hadn’t even questioned why her voice was so shaky. «I wonder, had he asked, if I would’ve had the courage to tell him it was because Victor was sucking on my breasts while Clay had his head between my legs? No. I’m not that brave.»

"Do you think he’s really sleeping?" Clay murmured in her ear, sending a pulse of desire through her.

"Should I check?"

Clay considered the question, probably on a deeper level than she’d intended. Whenever they were together, and he could remember each meeting in loving detail, they always pleasured each other in full view, if not full participation, of the other. Sometimes, one would just watch, but, somehow, the thought of having sex without the other present seemed like cheating. And that saddened him. He wouldn’t mind making private love to Sarah. Long, slow, missionary style love; he knew he could last for hours, if they ever did. But he couldn’t chance it. Couldn’t risk hurting his friend. And, deep down, he didn’t want to risk discovering that she loved the three of them together more than she loved just him. "Go on, you know you want to."

Only vaguely disappointed in his response, she reached out and trailed a fingernail down Victor’s neck toward his already hardening nipple. She ground her ass against Clay as she did.

"Mmmmm." Victor’s eyes opened and he grabbed her finger, bringing it to his mouth to suck on.

"Nice." She leaned closer, knowing that Clay would follow; knowing that Victor would ransom her finger for her lips.

Victor sighed as her lips met his, grateful that experience had taught them all that, no matter how rough and exhausting their sexual antics were, it always paid to shower and brush their teeth afterwards. «Sarah is insatiable. Clay is, too.» His tongue invaded her mouth and tasted the last hint of toothpaste instead of tasting Clay. He groaned from the feel of her breasts grinding into his chest and Clay’s hand around his cock. Rolling over, he pulled Sarah with him, dislodging Clay’s hold. "I want to be inside of you." He moved his gaze to Clay, his emotions more jumbled than ever. "I want you in my mouth."

Clay sucked in his breath. «It never ceases to amaze me that he wants me like this. That I enjoy him the same way.» Tossing the pillow to the floor, he knelt at Victor’s head and placed his cock at his partner’s lips. From this vantage point, he could hold onto the iron headboard with one hand, and stroke both Victor and Sarah with the other. He could even lean in to kiss her.

Victor’s mouth on his cock was incredible. And, no one, not even Sarah, sucked his cock as well as Victor did.

Victor was awash in the incredible sensations. Each time they came together, he expected it to be the last. Each time they left her, he dealt with guilt born of a conservative Catholic, Marine background. But then they’d find each other, in Paris, Venice, Greece, Rio, Hong Kong, and now Washington, and he was powerless to resist their siren song.

Tonguing his partner’s cock, even as he thrust up into Sarah hot core, he reveled in the sheer decadence of it all. He had nothing in his background to compare to this. Porn on the Internet really wasn’t his thing, but he couldn’t image anything as erotic as sharing this act with these two people. Sometimes, like now, even on the verge of coming deep inside of Sarah, he felt a pang that he had no one of his own with which to share this with. Sarah was Clay’s. He knew that. He also knew that neither would leave him out of the equation. He’d have to be the one to do it. Where he would find the strength? He just prayed when he did that it wouldn’t destroy their friendship.

"Victor! Oh, God, Clay. So close." Sarah moaned, as she rode Victor. Clay twisted to capture her lips in his, only to find that the angle of his thrusts changed enough to drive him over the edge, flooding Victor’s throat with his cum. Victor arched up off the bed as he filled Sarah, triggering her climax. Collapsing in a heap, Sarah over both men, Clay with his head at the foot of the bed, they panted, trying to get their breath back. "Oh, wow. Oh, this is so much better than dinner with Rabb." Her stomach rumbled, and they all laughed. "But, man, am I hungry. Please, can we get something to eat?"

"What have you got?" Clay struggled to sit up.

"Duh! It’s Saturday. I always go out for breakfast, and then do grocery shopping."

"Well?" Clay looked at her cocked eyebrow, then at the clock, and groaned. "Holy cow."

"What?" Victor finally managed.

"It’s after eleven." He snapped his fingers. "Tell you what, go start the shower, I’ll make a phone call."

"You know someone who’ll deliver breakfast?" Sarah demanded in awe.

"Yep. Now go."

He joined them five minutes later, and while they touched and kissed and teased each other, they knew they had to hurry. "The delivery guy will be here in 20 minutes."

"How do you do that?" Victor said.

Clay smirked. "I still know a few people in this town." He stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. "Hurry up, you two, I’ll go make coffee. Victor, you can get dressed and go downstairs for our suitcases."

"Oh? You guys planning on spending the weekend?" Sarah purred dangerously.

"Well, either here or at my mother’s. She sold my townhouse for, me six months ago. It made no sense keeping it. We’re never in the country that long." He waited for a moment. "She’s expecting us Monday. But if…"

She leaned in and captured his lips in hers. "In the words of your partner, Shaddup!" She turned to Victor. "Make him toss you to see who gets dressed."

"Hey! No fair. I can’t wear my slacks again." Clay blushed furiously and Victor took pity on him; after all, it was his fault. Last night, in his haste to put down the chocolate sauce they had been spreading on Sarah, Victor had missed the nightstand and the sauce had fallen onto Clay’s pants, still pooled on the floor at the side of the bed.

"I’ll go. But make sure you have the coffee made!"

"Thanks." Clay slapped Sarah on the ass, and walked out into the living room, the towel still around his waist. He had just started towards for the kitchen, when Victor came out of the bedroom, dressed in his slacks and tee shirt, buttoning up his dress shirt.

"Where are my shoes?" They’d thrown their clothes to the four corners of the apartment last night, in their haste to get to Sarah.

"I see one under the table." Clay started towards it. "There’s the other one." He pointed behind the chair closest to the front door. Just as Victor reached for the shoe, someone knocked on the door. Thinking the delivery boy was early, he grabbed the knob and twisted it. Clay straightened up, to find himself staring into the shocked eyes of a very pretty brunette. She carried no evidence of food. "Hello."

"Oh, jeez!" Victor gulped, and found himself mesmerized by eyes the color of the desert after a rain. "Uhm…"

Monica Reyes looked from one man to the other. The half naked one looked almost amused by his state of undress, the other, dressed except for his shoes, looked far too cute to be that embarrassed. "Uhm…" She repeated after the cute one. «Oh, good one, AGENT Reyes.» "I’m sorry, I must have the wrong apartment."

"You know, guys!" Sarah called from the bedroom. "If we play our cards right, we can just stay in bed all…eerp!" Sarah’s voice rose to a squeak, something Clay had never heard her do before. She came into the living room, wearing Clay’s unbuttoned dress shirt over her panties. "Monica!" She grabbed the front of the shirt.

Victor had never seen Sarah blush as red as she was now. He glanced at the woman, Monica, and saw an awed expression on her face. "Miss? Uhm…Monica? Would you like to come in?"

Clay, ever the smart-ass quipped. "Yeah, Monica, come on in. I don’t believe anyone has ever accused Victor of biting. Right, Sarah?"

"Clay!" Sarah hissed, but had no idea what to do. Sighing, she glared at Clay’s near naked form, and then at Victor. "Suitcase!" she said through gritted teeth. "Come in, Agent Reyes." She started to return to the bedroom. "Why bother now?" she muttered, and started to button up Clay’s shirt. Pausing to poke her finger at his bare chest, she snapped, "You! Bedroom. Now!"

"Yes, Mistress," he smirked, reminding her of their first tryst in Paris.

As he walked by her, she snarled, "You’ll pay for that, buster."

"Oh, good."

Sarah rolled her eyes, then turned her embarrassed anger on Monica. "Were we supposed to meet this morning?"

Monica stood there, dazed. She and John Doggett had worked with Colonel MacKenzie and Commander Rabb for over a week, on the bizarre mutilation murders of several civilians and Navy personnel. Most of the time, she’d thought Sarah MacKenzie was a tight assed, by the book Marine, who did nothing but snipe at her partner. But then, for most of that time, she’d thought Rabb had been a fairly nice guy, if a bit intense. Rabb and Doggett hit it off right away, and it had taken her until Thursday afternoon to see that a steady diet of Harmon Rabb might just lead a female partner to think of him with cold-hearted bitchiness. "I’m…uhm…no…oh, jeez."

Sarah knew Monica Reyes’ impression of her. But it had been a particularly bad week. What Rabb had done to set her off had nothing to do with the case the four of them were working on. And Rabb’s continued oblique references were so nebulous that unless you were familiar with the fuse – or familiar with the Rabb/MacKenzie history – you’d have no idea how insulting the man was being. "Come in." «Might as well give her something to really think about.» "Clay!"

"Yes, my love."

"Ass," she muttered, so only Monica could hear. "Did you at least get a chance to make the coffee?"

"You want me to come and make, it while you and the lovely Monica figure out why she’s here on a Saturday morning?"

"What are you wearing?"

"Your robe."

"Which one?" He stepped out into the living room. "I can’t believe you wore that out here?" Sarah stared as he walked past them in her silk kimono that barely covered his ass. "You looked like the Hank Azaria character in The Bird Cage."

Monica covered her mouth and swallowed her giggle. «Dear God. He’s either the biggest idiot on the planet, or he’s awfully comfortable in his own skin.»

"I remember that," he began to mince past her.

"Stop it. You win," she hissed. Turning her attention back to Monica she sighed petulantly. "Please, sit down. What’s wrong?"

Monica finally remembered why she had been reduced to coming to Mac’s door. "I’m not sure if anything is wrong. You see, I found something on the computer last night about that one suspect we were interested in, Mike Bauer."

"The over-the-road truck driver who used to be a SEAL? The one who we connected to Fenton’s place in Middleburg? What did you find out?" Sarah was suddenly oblivious to her dress or the man in her kitchen. Even when the door opened and Victor stepped inside with two suitcases, she ignored him.

"Well, it seems that Mr. Bauer has posted several profiles on a couple of rather nasty sites."

"How did you track that?"

"Probably his ISP," Clay said, as he placed a coffee carafe and four cups on the table. He grabbed his suitcase from Victor and left them.

"Yeah, through the ISP that he used on the original chat group." Monica craned to follow Victor, as he too went to the back of Sarah’s apartment. She shook her head and returned to studying the woman before her. "Do you mind me asking?"

"Two old friends." Sarah smiled, and didn’t explain further. "Okay. We should let the guys know this stuff. But why are you here?"

"Because I can’t find John. I’ve called his cell, the office, his house! Then I figured that, boys being boys, maybe he was with Rabb. I called HIS cell, JAG ops, and his home number."

"Harm gave you his home phone number?"

Monica blushed, and nodded. "Yeah. I thought he was kind of cute on Monday."

"When did you realize that cute only goes so far?" Sarah asked curiously. It has taken her nearly eight years.

"Well, we were kind of busy; not until Thursday."

«Quick study.» "Ah. When he told you that he thought your theory on the Fenton murder scene was simplistic?"

"Yeah! I’m the damned FBI agent. He’s just…"

"A former fighter pilot turned lawyer." Clay, now dressed in Dockers and oxford shirt, came and sat down on the arm of the sofa next to Sarah. Victor stood in the doorway of the living room, more circumspect about intruding. "Forgive me for butting in, Monica. However, I know Commander Rabb." He reached out and placed his hand on Sarah’s shoulder. "And I know his partner, and what she’ll do for him. If he’s missing, then she’s not going to be happy until he’s found. And, if Sarah’s not happy, I’m not happy."

"Oh, brother," Victor groaned.

Monica looked truly perturbed, and Sarah knew that no way was Clay leaving. Victor would have if she asked – but maybe not. "Agent Monica Reyes, Clayton Webb and Victor Galindez."

"And they are?"

"Old friends," the three said together, wan smiles their only sign of embarrassment.

"Do you know where Commander Rabb might be, and if he would have taken my partner? I really hope its all innocent."

Sarah thought for a long time. "I wish I remembered where Harm was keeping his plane."

"Why? Doggett that stupid?" Clay snorted, even as he got up from his perch to answer the knock at the door. He handed the boy a bill, waved away the change, and closed the door. "Food, my love."

As Sarah pulled out Styrofoam containers, he looked around the living room. "Anyone know what I did with my suit coat last night?"

Victor sighed, and went to the chair that Monica was sitting on. "Excuse me," he said, as he bent forward and pulled on a sleeve sticking out from underneath it. "How did it get there?" he muttered. "Here." He held it up to Clay, who patted the pockets.

"Shit! My palm pilot!"

"Damn it, Clay!" Victor started to kneel down, but Monica touched him on the shoulder. He looked into her eyes, shocked by the contact and enthralled by her smile.

"Why don’t we push the chair back?" She stood, and they soon retrieved the PDA.

Clay quickly scrolled through, and studied something. "Got it. Is anyone there that can tell us if his plane is missing?"

Sarah swallowed a mouthful of eggs, and picked up the phone. Thirty minutes later, there wasn’t a morsel of food left, and the two of them had called every contact they could think of. No one had seen or heard from Rabb. Bud and Harriet were now concerned. Sturgis offered to try a few more friends. AJ was muttering dire threats under his breath, even as Sarah said she would keep him informed. "Do we call San Diego?" she whispered.

"His mother?" Victor shook his head. "Even Harm would have told Chegwidden if he was leaving the area. He looked down at the now thoroughly worried FBI agent. "What about this Doggett person? Have you checked with every one of his friends?"

She blushed. "No. I was really hoping that he was with Rabb." She reached into her jacket pocket, and pulled out her own cell phone. She punched in a number and waited. "Dana?" A minute later she said goodbye, and promised to call when she heard anything. "Damn, I hated calling her."

"Why," Victor asked softly.

"Because she’s got so much stuff on her mind right now, anyway." Shaking her head, she stood up. "Well, I guess I go check at Banana Leaf. I think they’re open for lunch."

"We’ll all go." Clay stood.

"No. I uhm…I don’t want to intrude. Besides, this is an official FBI investigation."

Clay smirked. "I’ve got one of those badges somewhere."

"Yeah, from the last school tour," Victor snorted.

"Really guys," Monica began to look panicked.

Clay walked into the bedroom. "Victor, you want your Sig or the Ruger?"

"Oh, he’s in rare form today." Victor met Sarah’s resigned look.

"You know why he’s doing this, don’t you?" Sarah said quietly.

"Yes, because if he doesn’t, you’ll be focused elsewhere," Victor said.

"Bull. He’s still pissed about Rio."

"Well, Harm did pull our fats out of the fire."

"Harm was the one who put our fats in that fire." Clay, now in a sport coat, re-entered the room. Shoving his gun into his shoulder holster, he reached into the jacket pocket and pulled out the Sig Sauer in the belt holster Victor preferred. "And, yes, the scales are once again unbalanced. But mostly I really want to spend what little down time we have with Miss Sarah." He glanced from Victor to Monica, and grinned. "Who knows…"

"Clay!" Sarah glared at him.

He bent down, and kissed her on the cheek. "Sorry, babe. Uhm, are you waiting here?"

"Huh?" Following his gaze to her clothing, or lack thereof, she swore. "Damn it." Running from the room, she called, "Give me five minutes."

"I’m thinking three," Victor said to Monica. «Damn, she’s so pretty. And she’s not letting her embarrassment get to her.»

"A Taurus! We have to ride in a Taurus!"

"Clay, please, just get in back." Sarah was now officially worried. While she was in the bedroom changing, she’d tried to picture Harm in her mind’s eye. She had no idea how her visions worked; she never talked about them anymore. But they came when they came, and right now she was getting nothing. «What did that mean? Surely I would know if he was dead?»

Clay studied her for a moment, then gave the signal to Victor, who took the shotgun position next to Monica. Clay climbed in back, and waited patiently for Sarah to join him. "Hey, I’m sorry," he said, once she was settled. "He’ll be fine."

"You don’t know that. One of these days he’ll…"

"Sarah, he’ll outlive us all." «Please, God. Don’t let him be lying dead somewhere.»

Monica pulled out into the Saturday traffic, making her way over to Connecticut. She took every opportunity to eye the man sitting next to her. «He practically exudes sex. He’s got a real presence, but he seems to defer to the cocky little shit in back. What’s up with that?» "Really, don’t you think you should tell me who you are?" she said softly, hoping to get him to open up.

Victor sighed. He hated lying, even though he knew that lies kept him alive while out in the field. «Well, this isn’t the field, and I can’t believe that it will hurt anything to tell an FBI agent.» Leaning across the armrest, he whispered conspiratorially, "CIA, but don’t tell my partner, or he’ll have to shoot you." «God, she smells good.»

"Yeah, right," she snorted. It wasn’t until Webb stopped laughing that she actually believed him.

"Oh, yes. I remember them," the owner of the Thai restaurant said excitedly. "They stayed very late, talking a great deal, drink much Black Tiger."

"Jesus. Were they already drunk?" Clay shuddered.

"Not bad beer," the owner insisted.

Victor interrupted. "Look, where’s the waitress who served them? Maybe she overheard something."

"I waited on them. I heard nothing. I’m no spy."

"Pity," Clay said dryly." They walked back outside, unsure of where to go next. "Shoot." He snapped open his phone, and punched in a number. "Yeah, this is Webb. I need a list of calls made to and from this cell number last night." He rattled off Rabb’s number from memory.

"Oh, damn. Why didn’t I think of that?" Monica looked at Victor and lowered her voice. "You think I should have the Bureau do the same with Doggett’s phone, or…"

"Nah. What is it?" He nudged his partner, and soon the CIA techs were gathering the information on both phones.

"They’ll call me back." Clay stood in the middle of DuPont Circle and fisted his hands on his hips. "There’s nothing to do but wait."

"No." Monica shook her head. "We can’t waste the time. We need to go about this methodically, and when the answers on the phones come in, we can decide what we’re going to do."

"Oh, yeah?" Clay’s eyes grew a little colder.

"Yeah!" Monica’s eyes were just as determined.

Victor and Sarah looked at each other, and sighed. "What do you think we ought to do, Monica?" Victor asked softly.

Monica looked at the three of them standing there. «They look good together, but she’s leaning more towards Clay than Galindez. I wonder what that means? Was last night the first time for the three of them? No. They’re too comfortable together.» "Well, Sarah, if we’re having interdepartmental cooperation, I guess we need to bring your boys here up to speed."

Clay cocked an eyebrow at her description, but led them into the doorway of a Starbucks and motioned them to a table. "Need more information, and much coffee. Rabb does that to me."

The three sat as Clay gave their orders. The shop was busy, but the table they were at was near the back and no one could overhear them. Once Clay returned, Sarah signaled for Monica to start. Leaning back, coffee cup in hand, Monica found herself drawn to tell Victor the story. "There have been ten murders in six months. We’ve never been able to find the murder site itself. The bodies are all dumped near an all-night convenience store. All bear the marks of sacrifice, and all of their hearts have been removed."

"Lovely." Clay looked at Sarah, who was sitting there, chewing her lower lip nervously. «Damn you, Rabb. I know she loves me, but one of these days you are going to shatter her heart just by being you and dying in the process. You don’t have that many lives left to waste.»

"You know you’re beautiful when you concentrate like that?" Clay smiled softly, meaning every word, not caring whom was listening.

Monica felt like a voyeur. There was no doubt that Clay and Sarah were in love with each other. There wasn’t so much overt lust between the two of them, just the joy of being together. She glanced at Victor, and saw a hunger and sadness that nearly caused her to gasp. Clearing her throat, she began to fill them in on the strange case of The Fourth Seal.

"That’s not a circus act, right?" Clay quipped.

"Clay, knock it off." If Victor’s sigh amused Monica, Clay’s blushed acquiescence surprised her. «Well, he does have a say in this partnership. I really need to check out these two.» "This Fourth Seal, Sarah? Did Bud check that out?"

Monica gently interrupted, "Actually, the Fourth Seal has been checked by Lieutenant Roberts, as well as people at the Bureau. It’s a very secure site and chat location. Anyone can join, but it’s been impossible to backtrack." Just a hint of a smile appeared as she thought of the Lone Gunmen. "I had to call in specialists."

"Explain, please?" Clay was all business, now that Galindez had turned back into his partner, doing one of the things he excelled in, curbing Clay’s smart-assed enthusiasm.

Monica smiled sweetly, "I’m not at liberty to discuss them."

"Was that FBIspeak for ‘That’s Classified,’ Victor?" Clay demanded.

"I believe so, bro. Come on Monica; share. We just want to get to the bottom of this."

"Yeah, find your partners, kick their butts for worrying you both, and then…then Mr. Galindez and I will take you both out to dinner." Clay rested his arm on the back of Sarah’s chair, letting his fingers caress up and down her arm.

Sarah and Monica gave him shocked looks, but he was pleased with the half grin that appeared on Victor’s lips. «Oh, man. This is insane. But what the hell? Go with the flow sometimes, guys.»

«What is the cocky little shit up to? He can’t be serious. No. All he said was dinner. And I haven’t had anything today but that piece of toast at Mac’s. Well, why not? It’s not like I can’t say no to anything else. Oh, my God. How can I even be considering this? Are they really offering? Oh, that look on Clay’s face. I know exactly what’s on his mind. He is definitely the ringmaster here. This is nuts! I met them two hours ago. I’ve known her for a week. I didn’t even like her all that much. Yeah, but admit it. You felt the tug. So? I’ve felt the tug before. It’s best to ignore the tug sometimes. Yeah, but do you want to ignore Victor. Victor. Never Vic. No nicknames. Even when I would scream his name…oh, dear.» Monica turned away to hide her blush.

Victor studied the two people across from him. «Clay, you son-of-a-bitch. I can find my own girl. I know that Sarah’s not it. A blind man can see how you two feel about each other. You’re perfect together. I’m definitely a third wheel; a welcome addition, but an addition, nonetheless. Sarah’s going to kick his ass for what he’s thinking. Hell, listen to you. What did he say? Dinner. That’s all he said. Whose mind is in the gutter? I wonder what Monica thinks about all of this? She’s blushing. She’s thinking the same thing. She knows we’re both sleeping with Sarah. Hell, even Rabb could have figured it out this morning.» He cleared his throat, picked up his coffee cup, and promptly burned his tongue. "Shit!"

"You okay?" Monica handed him a napkin.

"Yeah, just embarrassed." He glared at the snickering Clay. «Oh, yeah, partner? You think you’re so smart.»

Clay had the grace to look embarrassed. Once Victor cleaned up the coffee on his shirt, he became all business. "So, fill us in on the de…." He scowled as both Sarah and Monica’s cell phone bleated.

"Hello?"

"MacKenzie."

The two men watched in growing anxiety as the expressions on the two women’s faces became graver with each moment.

Monica saw Sarah’s eyes widen and tear up, and knew she was receiving the same information that Skinner was giving her.

Clay listened to both women giving curt, harsh answers, but focused on Sarah’s responses.

"Yes, sir. No. Thank you, sir. We’ll get down there. Who? Oh, Agent Reyes and I are having coffee together. No, that won’t be necessary, Admiral. Uhm…we ran into Webb and Galindez. I’m sure they’ll want to see Rabb, too. Yes, sir. Thank you for letting me know." She closed her cell phone, then buried her head in her hands, only to find Clay pulling her against his chest.

"Tell me?"

Victor was growing very concerned. "What’s happened?" At that point, Monica closed her phone, too.

"Damn him! Damn them both. Why couldn’t they have let one us know?" She slammed her phone down on the table.

"Sarah? Monica?" Clay gently demanded.

Sarah allowed anger to overshadow her relief, and pulled away from Clay’s embrace. She hit the table with her fist. "Damn them both, indeed! You’re right, Monica. Why couldn’t they have told us? But nooooooooo. Dumb bastards!"

Clay and Victor exchanged relieved glances. "I take it they’re both still alive, and relatively unscathed?" Clay said drolly.

Monica stood. "Oh, for about two hours. That’s how long it’ll take me to get down there."

"You! I’m going, too. You can kill Doggett. I’ve got first dibs on the top gun!" Sarah also stood, nearly knocking her chair over.

Victor looked at Clay, who shrugged. "Hell, I want to watch this."

"Clay, Victor, you don’t have to…" Sarah stuttered to a stop at the determined look on both their faces. "You do realize that…oh, fine. Let’s go."

"Yeah, but does it have to be the Taurus?" Clay chuckled as they left the coffee shop.

Victor offered, and Monica was surprised at herself when she agreed to let him drive. Traffic out of DC was as bad as it always is, and they let him concentrate until he hit westbound Interstate 66. Clay and Sarah were once again in the back; Sarah nestled against Clay’s side. Finally, he demanded, "Okay. Tell us all the gory details."

Monica started. "Skinner got a call about an hour ago from the chief of the Middleburg police force. It seems that there was a shoot out at a house out there. Neighbors called the police, and when they got there, they found John, with a bullet in his shoulder and another in his leg, holding off six men with automatic pistols. Rabb was inside, trying to protect the latest sacrificial victim. He took a bullet to the arm, side, and leg. Skinner says they’re both okay, but the doctors want to keep them an extra night."

"The Admiral was at Andrews when he called me. He and Skinner are flying out on an Air Force chopper," Sarah said. "I’m going to kill him, Clay."

He kissed her hair. "I know, babe."

Victor glanced over at Monica. «She needs someone right now.» He reached out and took her hand. «Feels cold. I wonder if she’s in love with her partner.»

Monica knew Victor was watching her. «He really doesn’t seem the type to be involved with the two of them. But, then, I really don’t know anything about him.» "So, tell me, Victor, how long have you been a CIA officer?"

"That’s classified! Ouch. Sarah," Clay snorted, and rubbed his thigh where she’d slapped him.

"Shaddup, Clay." Victor blushed, then hesitantly began by telling her about his years in New Mexico and his time in the Marines. "I worked with Sarah at JAG Ops before 9/11, then went back into combat."

Sarah leaned forward, and thumped him at the back of his head. "Hey, you glossed over the time you and I went TDY together on the Eisenhower. You were a great partner!"

"And you were in total control, Sarah. Or, should I say, Colonel? She kicked some major butt in the sewers of Aceh, Indonesia." He grinned into the rearview mirror.

"But you were a Marine for so long. Why did you quit?" Monica said.

"Didn’t quit. Retired with my twenty. There was this pathetic spy who kept getting into trouble if I wasn’t there."

"Got that right," Clay chuckled. "Bastard’s got a mean right-cross, too." He rubbed his jaw in memory.

"You hit him?" Monica laughed.

"I didn’t know that." Sarah looked from one to the other, and then shrugged. "Just once?"

Victor chuckled, and rubbed his own chin. "His right-cross isn’t bad, either."

«Well, well. Webb may be the senior partner, but Galindez doesn’t take too much crap. He’s with the two of them because he wants to be. What does that say for me? Knock it off. You’re partner’s in the hospital, and you’re contemplating turning a ménage a trois into a ménage a…is there even a word for it? Orgy? Dear lord.» After a moment, Monica said, "So, was that your job interview?"

"Yes."

"No," Clay quickly interrupted Victor. It still hurt him that Fareeza – any innocent – had died that day, on his order. It was the worst part of his job. He wouldn’t trivialize it with a joke.

Victor looked back at Clay, and saw the pain flit across his face. "Well, maybe not really. But we learned a lot about each other that trip. There was a lot of hell to pay." He smiled over at Monica. "I was usually assigned to Clay after that, until he got sent back to the States. When he was stationed in South America, he asked for my help, and finally the Agency made me an offer."

"Wow. You two are real globetrotters, aren’t you?" Monica said.

"Yeah." Clay stretched, and smiled at Victor’s reflection. "We put those two guys from the sixties to shame."

"What two guys?" Monica sounded confused.

"Oh, no, here we go again," Sarah sighed.

"You know, Kelly Robinson and Alexander Scott. What’s his name and Bill Cosby!"

"I haven’t seen that in years – it was in reruns when I was a kid. My dad loved that show," Monica laughed. "I remember. I Spy! So, Victor, which one are you?"

"Oh, definitely, the Bill Cosby character," Clay smirked in the back seat.

"Definitely. He was cooler. And Robinson was always such a smart-ass. It’s a natural."

"So, Monica, tell us how you joined the FBI?" Clay didn’t want to answer any questions about his background. Not yet, anyway.

"I grew up in Mexico. Dad worked down there. Went to college in Texas. Joined the Bureau in Austin. Spent time in New York and New Orleans. I’m afraid I developed an expertise in voodoo and the occult, which is the reason why Skinner pulled me up here when…Well, Skinner pulled me up here to work on the X-Files.

"What’s that?" Victor asked.

"Oh, man. You’re kidding me," Clay snorted.

"What?" Monica immediately tensed. "You going to make some joke? Don’t bother, I’ve heard them all."

Sarah glared at Clay, but he patted her hand. "Not a joke, really. I had a run in with Fox Mulder once, a few years ago. Very intense man. Had some interesting theories, but I’ve got enough on my own plate to start worrying about vampires."

"Oh, which case?"

"Isn’t this the turn off?" Victor said.

Monica turned back to face the front, and peered at the sign in the headlights. "Yes. I just hope we can find the hospital without any trouble."

"You want me to call?" Clay already had his phone out.

"Yes. No. There’s a sign."

The room was a double, and now it was packed. AJ Chegwidden and Walter Skinner stood at the end of their respective subordinates’ beds, and glared at the newcomers.

"Webb?" Rabb tried to focus on the group at the door. "Gunny?" He shook his head. "Damn, those are powerful drugs."

Monica walked over to where Skinner was standing. "Sir?"

"Agent. John just fell asleep. They gave them both sedatives."

"They solved the case?"

"Seems like. Stumbled upon it, is more like it. I thought you’d already checked the house?"

"We did. Tuesday. But I was having second thoughts about it, and mentioned it, Thursday."

"So, why didn’t the four of you come out?" Skinner demanded, obviously placing some of the blame on her.

"My fault, sir." Rabb whispered, fighting the drugs to stay awake. Sarah stared at him in shocked surprise. "Monica, sweetheart, I’m really sorry. I should have listened to you."

‘Sweetheart?’ Monica mouthed, so that Sarah suddenly had to put her hand to her mouth. Her eyes were dancing. Now that she could see that her partner was safe, she allowed herself to relax. Clay’s arm around her waist felt damned good.

Chegwidden noticed the spy’s arm around his chief of staff, but he kept his mouth shut, for now.

Monica looked up her boss. "But he’s okay?"

"They’re both fine. You’ll have to stay out here to work with the locals."

"I’ll stay, too." Sarah informed her CO. "The Navy will want it’s own records. Besides, someone will have to drive them home." She paused. "Of course, if you would rather stay, sir?"

"Not if you’re willing. I did have plans for tomorrow afternoon. Check in with the locals first thing on Monday." He transferred his disgusted glare for Rabb to Webb. "I suppose you’ll want a ride back in the chopper?"

"Me? Why would you think that? Victor and I didn’t want the ladies to drive down while they were upset. Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out." He kept his voice completely neutral, and met AJ’s intense stare calmly. «You don’t have a clue, AJ. Oh, you may think you do, but even if you suspect you know what’s going on, you won’t take that final step. Some things are better left untouched upon.» "I don’t suppose there are any national security issues involved?"

Skinner just snorted, and looked at his sleeping agent. "I’ll let Agent Scully know he’s okay when I get back. She worries." He turned his attention to Monica, and said softly, "You could have called me directly, Reyes."

Monica nodded. Someday perhaps she wouldn’t feel like such an outsider.

"Excuse me, AD Skinner?" A police officer stood at the doorway.

"Yes?"

"They wanted me to tell you, a storm is tracking in over the mountains; you need to get to the chopper, if you want to get back to DC."

They sat together in the small neighborhood diner waiting for their order, all of them somewhat shy around the others now. «Been there, done this.» Clay watched Sarah and Monica carefully look at their placemats. "Gee, that must be really interesting. What is it, a salad and a steak and…" He caught Sarah’s hand in his, and bit down on her fingers, meeting her gaze. Winking at her, he pulled back. "So, the way I understand it, is that the locals are doing the preliminary investigation, doing the chalk lines, dusting, yada, yada. And you’ll be permitted on site, either tomorrow or Monday?"

"That’s what Skinner said. It seems the local sheriff doesn’t like feds, blames Doggett and Rabb for messing up his quiet little town, and has some political clout in the state capital. So, we wait." Monica was acutely aware of the man sitting next to her. She was even aware of the couple across from them in the booth. «For all the world, we look like two couples out for a Saturday night date. Which, for me, is an X-file, in and of itself.»

"Well, let see? We can drive all the way back to DC tonight in the rain. Then drive all the way back out here sometime tomorrow, quite possibly missing your window of opportunity, and pissing off the sheriff. Or, we could find a nice place to stay, sleep in late, and check out the sights tomorrow. «Or just stay in bed. Good heavens, the thought of this is making Victor blush. Does he want this? Would he prefer to just split up? What does everyone want? Well, why are you talking to yourself, idiot?» Before he could broach the subject, their dinner came, and each made a production of hungrily eating. Of course, they hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast.

When they were toying with their coffee, Clay started to ask what they wanted to do, when Monica quietly said, "Look. You guys go ahead. I’ll find a room here in town. I’m pretty sure there are some nice hotels out by the highway. I don’t want to intrude on…What was it you said, Clay? …What little downtime that you have." She was imminently surprised to feel Victor take her hand that rested on the seat between them, and squeeze it tight. Even as she was watching Clay and Sarah’s, reaction it was Victor she heard.

"Is that what you want?"

She finally looked at him. "I know that being a part of what you have with them is important to you. You wouldn’t do it, if it wasn’t. Would I like to go to bed with you? Yes. Will I come between you and them? No."

"Do you want to be with us?" Sarah asked softly, surprising even herself. "Have you ever been with a woman?"

Monica faintly nodded. "Have you?" she asked incredulously.

Sarah smiled into her coffee cup. "Oh, you’d be surprised what I have done – in my wicked, wicked youth. It’s been a while."

"I haven’t in a long time, but I remember it being nice." She felt Victor blush to the tips of the fingers still clutching at her hand. Both men groaned at the images.

Clay spoke softly, "Sarah, are you sure? You’re the one who could be hurt by this."

Sarah knew what they were contemplating was dangerous, even more so than the three of them being together, although she supposed if someone wanted to, she could be charged with Conduct Unbecoming. She squeezed his hand, "You’re the spook, lover, fix it so no one asks."

Clay leaned back, and shut his eyes. Victor grinned at Monica. "This is what he’s really good at. Best planner in the CIA."

"You know you are getting far too cavalier with the way you throw that around, partner," Clay said, without opening his eyes. "Where’s my phone?"

Sarah rolled her eyes, and reached into his pants pocket. "Here."

It took three phone calls, so abbreviated that none of them could really follow, but when he put his phone back into his pocket, he had the self-satisfied smirk that two of the three knew well, and that Monica was being to recognize.

"More coffee, sir?" the waitress asked.

"Check, please."

"Are you going to share, or is this going to be one of your little surprises?" Sarah purred, in a low dangerous growl

"Aw. Can’t a guy have some fun, Sarah? I bet Monica will let me have fun." He grinned broadly, only grimacing a bit when Sarah pinched him sharply. "Oh, okay. I’ve got several friends out this way who own mountain property. The first one is there now – nice guy, but I definitely don’t what to share you guys with him." He made sure that each of them was included in his leer. "The second one I couldn’t reach, but that’s okay, because the third has the nicest place and is perfectly situated. Far enough away so that the locals won’t think to talk, and close enough so that you two can actually do your jobs."

Victor grabbed up the check. "Well, then, you can drive." He nudged Monica out of the seat, and strolled with her up to the checkout counter.

"You’re sure about this Clay?" Sarah asked softly, not getting up.

"Do you want this? Because I know we’re losing Victor. Maybe we’ll have to let him go, one of these days, but are you ready for that?"

"No." She swallowed. "I don’t understand it, but no. I’m not ready for that."

He leaned in and kissed her softly. "Come on. You know it’ll be incredible."

He led her out to the car. Victor and Monica were already in the back seat. "Awfully sure of yourself, partner," he smirked, as he opened Sarah’s door for her.

"Just drive, Jeeves."

"Oh, very cute," Clay sighed, until none of them could see him, and then let a huge grin light his face.

Sarah sat facing front. «I don’t know why I’m surprised by this. He is the most inventive lover I’ve ever had. Is this just a dream? I’m nervous and excited, all at the same time. I just hope it’s not too far away. I sure hope that Harm doesn’t have access to a phone.»

Clay climbed in, and looked over at her. "Hey, beautiful, push up that armrest and come here. I haven’t had my arm around a girl while I drove in a long time."

Monica suspected that once he warmed up, Victor would be incredible. «Right now, he’s giving off vibes like he wants to run away, though. Oh, well. The die is cast, and it’s been a really long time.» She scooted over until she was next to him. He looked down, and she could see the relief on his face that she had made the first move. Before they were out of the parking lot, he had lowered his lips to hers. «Oh, yeah.»

She tasted like coffee and the strawberries she had for dessert. Her tongue parried with his, and Victor didn’t even try and compare her to Sarah. He could do that later. His cock grew in anticipation, but he was content to touch her softly. Pulling back, he nuzzled her neck. "You know, it’s been damn near twenty years since I made out in the backseat of a car."

"Tell me about lovers lane back in New Mexico," she whispered, stroking his chest, finding herself lost in the scent of him. The lights from the dash didn’t reach back here, and only the lights of the occasional oncoming cars showed her how dark with passion his eyes had become.

"Hunter’s Rock. It overlooked the valley. My buddy and I had rebuilt an old Jeep, and we used to take our girls up there. The stars in the desert are so bright."

"Is there any place the moon looks nicer?" she sighed, and laid her head on his chest. «This is almost as nice as kissing – for now.»

"Nicer? Oh, wow. You know. I’ve been so many places since leaving home. The moon was so incredible in Venice."

"I’ve never been."

He smiled down at her and, after another long kiss, whispered, "You know, I wouldn’t mind showing you."

Clay didn’t even bother to try and eavesdrop over the noise of the engine. He had his arm around Sarah, who was stroking along his thigh, teasingly close to his cock. His partner was in the backseat with a very nice woman, who had struck him almost immediately as a perfect addition to their little group. "You know what?"

"What," she whispered, as she trailed her fingernail over the bulge in his pants.

"I don’t think I’ve ever done anything as incredibly perverted, and yet so…so…"

"So right?" she sighed, as she palmed his balls through his pants.

"Sick?"

"I don’t know. It’s dangerous on a lot of levels. But…" she arched up and demanded a kiss.

«Jesus. Here I am driving with one hand on a mountain road, kissing Sarah MacKenzie, and wondering just what incredible sexual positions I’m going to be in for the next 24 hours. Man, I hope they take their time back in Middleburg.» He managed to keep one eye on the road, but it was damned hard. "Careful, Marine. I definitely want to explore this new variation."

"Oh, yeah?" She squeezed him softly.

His groaned filled the car. "Sarah, baby, please."

"Please, what?" Slowly she lowered his zipper.

"God! Not on a mountain road." He tried to move her hand away, but she reached in and pulled his cock free.

"I just want to touch you. I promise, I won’t make you come, yet."

He had no conscious idea how he managed to stay on the road, or on course, but he finally was able to breath a sigh of relief when he found their destination. Putting the car into park, he roughly grabbed her and fused his lips to hers, pumping hard against her hand. But she was ready for him, and pulled away. "I believe we might be more comfortable inside?"

"You are every fantasy I’ve ever had, Sarah. Being with you brings out things in me that I’ve only dreamed of."

"Well, let’s go see if we can’t add to those." She turned around, and chuckled. "Uhm… Victor? Monica? We’re here?"

"Hmmmmm." They finally broke apart. "Pity," Monica sighed.

"Oh, I don’t know. Let’s go explore."

"Oh, my. Very nice." Sarah looked at Monica for her reaction.

"That’s it. Those local bastards can wait until Monday, for sure." Together they stood on the patio overlooking the hills beyond. The moon was high in the sky, and the village below twinkled in the night. Behind them was a modern log cabin.

"Come on inside. I think you’ll like it." Clay led them into the living room, cozy with overstuffed upholstered couches. The floor was dark wood, with rugs scattered in front of the stone fireplace. They walked past a small kitchen alcove. "There’s probably coffee and something in the freezer. We’ll have to go into the village tomorrow sometime. Unless you two want to do laundry."

"Not likely, buster," Sarah laughed.

"Holy cow!" Victor said, as they entered the bedroom. One wall held French doors leading to a porch. "Is that a hot tub?"

"Yep."

Monica was overwhelmed, and she thought Sarah might be, too. «That bed is huge. Is that just king-sized? There’s another fireplace. Would you look at all the mirrors!» Involuntarily, she glanced up. She wasn’t sure if she was disappointed to find only a soaring log ceiling, instead of more mirrors.

Sarah walked through a doorway, and found a light. "Oh, my. I can’t say I’m surprised, but you have got to check out this bathroom. The shower will definitely get a work out. I don’t suppose he keeps spare toothbrushes?" she said, as she began to open cabinets and doors. "Well, alrighty then." She held up several for them to see. "You have nice friends, Clay."

"Don’t I just. Stan is generous with his house. Had I given him any warning at all, he would have had the girl in the village stock the kitchen, too. Now? Shower anyone?"

Sarah looked at Monica, and lifted an eyebrow in question. «She’s leaving this up to me! Oh, boy.» Monica nodded her head, accepting the challenge – for now. "That might not be a bad idea. Tell me…Clayton…what deep dark fantasies do you have? When did you start thinking along these lines?"

Clay sucked in his breath. He looked at Victor, who was wearing a rather evil grin. «What did you two talk about in the back of the car? What are you planning, partner?»

«I think I like that look in Monica’s eye.» Sarah accepted the fact that she’d been in a state of arousal all day. Abated somewhat by their temporary concern for their errant partners. But now she was ready to explore this new bit of kinkiness that Clay had somehow orchestrated. "Yes, Clay, tell us?" Sarah chuckled softly.

He took a deep breath. "The moment just after you heard Sarah’s voice from the bedroom, and you realized exactly what we were about. I saw something in your eye. Oh, you were shocked, maybe embarrassed. But I saw desire there, too. You’ve done this before, Monica."

"Oh, really?" Monica’s purr was low, and instantly reminded both men of the sound Sarah made when she was most dangerous. "And just what is your darkest fantasy, Victor?" She suddenly turned to include him in her appraising gaze.

Victor blushed, as an image of the two women entwined appeared in his mind. His eyes darkened and, without warning, he pulled her against his chest. "Take off your clothes, Monica." Looking away from her for a moment, he nailed Sarah with the same hot passion. "You, too, Sarah."

«Oh, very good, partner. You’ve got that look in your eye. Are you going to take charge? About damned time, my friend.» He leaned against the bathroom counter, and crossed his arm. "That’s sounds like a very good plan to me, ladies."

Monica pulled her sweater over her head and shook it out. "I’ll have to wear this tomorrow. Could you hang it up?" She handed it to Victor. He folded it in half, then hung it over a towel rack. Sarah did the same with her blouse, handing it to Clay, who placed it over the empty heating rack. Next came their shoes, which got kicked into a corner. Grinning at each other, they slowly peeled off their slacks together.

"Turn around," Sarah whispered, and unhooked Monica’s bra. Instead of letting it fall to the ground, though, she stepped closer and trailed it down her shoulders, kissing the back of Monica’s neck, letting her fingers brush against the sides of her breast. Looking up into Victor’s glazed eyes, she grinned. "Was this what you had in mind?" A low, almost painful groan was his only response.

"My turn." Monica repeated the performance for Clay, who didn’t move. But both women saw the way his slacks surged at the sight of Sarah’s breasts. Monica did her one better. Letting the bra fall to the floor, she gently cupped the breasts, tweaking the nipples. Sarah whimpered softly, then turned into Monica’s embrace. The kiss nearly undid both men.

"Oh, damn." Clay forgot to breathe, but he kept himself where he was.

Victor took a deep breath. "You’re not done ladies. Clay!"

"Hmmm?"

"Start the shower."

«Oh, that would entail moving. Can I do that?» Keeping his eyes on the women, who were now pulling down their panties, he reached into the clear glass stall and turned on the water. Stepping back, not caring that his sleeve was now soaked, he gulped, "It’s ready."

"But you’re not." Monica walked up to Victor. "I want you with us." She reached up and unbuttoned his top button. "Okay?"

He shuddered, and nodded. He could only watch Sarah follow Monica’s lead as they stripped the men out of their clothes. «When did I lose control of the situation? Do I really care?» Pulling Monica against him, they shared a long probing kiss. Stumbling out of his pants and shorts, he followed her into the shower, passed Clay and Sarah who were still kissing.

Monica reached for the soap, only to find herself pulled against him again, his cock hard against her ass, his lips against her throat. "Don’t dawdle, Agent Reyes. I want to bury myself inside you. I want to taste you, and I want to watch you make love to Sarah."

"Oh, God, yes."

Clay and Sarah soon joined them. Victor greeted Sarah with a familiar passionate kiss. Clay and Monica were a bit shier, but soon found themselves lost in the moment. «He’s not half bad. Not bad at all.» Soon they were a tangle of arms and legs, and no one was sure who touched whom, but by the time they left the shower, all were in a daze of passion.

Taking the time to dry off just enough, they dragged each other into the bedroom. Victor and Clay pulled the comforter off the bed, flinging it to the floor. But when they turned to reach for the women, they found the two of them in a warm embrace, their lips inches from the other’s ears. "I think we’re in deep trouble, partner." Clay fisted his cock. "Have you ever seen anything hotter in your life?"

"N-no." «So beautiful together. I may come from just watching them.»

Monica turned, keeping her arm around Sarah’s waist. "Stand and watch, boys. We understand this is most men’s fantasy." She gently moved Sarah to the side of the bed. Sitting back just a bit, Sarah pulled Monica into a heated kiss, falling back to lie across the bed. Instead of following her down to recline, Monica crawled up and knelt beside her. Leaning forward, she began to bestow featherlike kisses along Sarah’s jaw, trailing a path to her breasts. Her hands rubbed circles along Sarah’s stomach as she feasted on the stiff peaks, her tongue softly etching each hardened nipple.

Sarah wasn’t idle. She played with Monica’s dangling breasts, leaning over to kiss what skin she could reach. It didn’t take long for the men to figure out what they were about to do, and their groans soared to the exposed beams above.

"Oh, Sarah, Monica. Damn, you’re so hot!" Clay watched in awe as Sarah placed her feet on the edge of the bed, opening herself for him to see as Monica settled between her legs.

Victor was in a haze of lust as he watched Monica straddle Sarah head and slowly bring her sex to Sarah’s mouth. The moonlight seemed to flood the room, and he could tell how aroused Monica was. He gasped as Sarah’s tongue lashed out against Monica’s vulva. Now the women’s voices were added to the sensual song. Appreciative sighs and coos joined groans, and the temperature rose even in this overlarge room.

Monica raised her head, and smiled sexily at Clay. "Come here."

«I’m going to wake up. Any minute I’m going to wake up.» Standing at the edge of the bed, without a word, he lifted his cock to her lips. Hissing a sigh of approval, Clay grabbed Monica’s head as she began to tease just the tip of his cock, licking the pre-cum, then blowing softly over his shaft. "Careful, Mon, oh, baby, I’m so close from just watching you."

"Victor?" Sarah paused in her attention to Monica’s sex to arch her head back. "Isn’t she beautiful. She tastes so good. Come and see."

Unsteadily, Victor climbed on the bed, kneeling at Sarah’s head, he first ran his finger over her lips. Bringing the finger to his nose, then his mouth, he tasted what Sarah tasted. He let his hands caress over Monica’s ass. "So soft, so firm. God, you’re both so incredibly beautiful." Leaning forward, balancing his hands on Monica’s hips, he swiped his tongue all along her sex from clit to anus. Monica shuddered underneath him, causing Clay to finally pull back, and take a few calming breaths.

Resting his knees on the bed between Sarah’s legs, he gently nudged Monica back. Bringing his cock to Sarah’s entrance, he paused and looked into Monica’s eyes. "I’m glad you’re here with us," he whispered. "No matter what happens now, I’m glad you’re here with us tonight." Plunging deep into Sarah, he and Monica shared a passionate kiss, before she returned to licking and teasing Sarah’s clit, making sure that she paid attention to Clay’s cock as he slowly thrust in and out.

The shadows and Monica’s hair hid the details, but Victor needed nothing more than the look on his partner’s face. Seizing Monica’s hips firmly, he positioned himself at her entrance. In the car, she’d whispered her concerns and desires. It had been a long time for her. Carefully he stretched her, pausing after each inch of his thick cock invaded her.

Sarah didn’t need her hands to support herself, so, even as she arched up into Clay’s thrusts, staving off the incredible mind-blowing orgasm she could feel building inside of her, she reached up with one hand and began to circle Monica’s clit. With her free hand, she caressed and squeezed Victor’s balls, already so tight she couldn’t understand why he wasn’t already coming hard.

Monica was the first to explode, arching up, her head thrown back in her ecstasy. The look on her face was all Clay needed, and he shouted incoherently, filling Sarah. Victor came next, gripping Monica’s hips too hard, but he was beyond tender thoughts at the moment. Pumping into her, he closed his eyes as the visuals became too much.

Coming down just enough, Monica lowered her head and sucked Sarah’s clit into her mouth, even as Sarah was bucking wilding beneath her, driving Clay even deeper inside.

Clay pulled out and stood there, hands on his knees, gasping for breath, unable to even move to the bed. Victor fell on one side of Sarah, gently pulling Monica with him, until she was face-to-face with him. They kissed long and hard, to the point where they both saw stars.

Clay finally crawled onto the bed, collapsing next to Sarah, resting on his elbows so he could stare into her eyes. "Now this is the way to end all encounters with Harmon Rabb." He leaned over and kissed her soundly.

"Idiot. Think about it. This is the way most of your recent encounters with Rabb have ended."

"True." His voice softened. "You okay?"

"Wonderful. Sweaty, and in need of a shower, but wonderful."

Sitting up, he pulled her off the bed. "Come on. I know where one is." They kissed their passage into the bathroom and shower. Standing behind her, his arms around her, they let the water rain down on them, reveling in each other’s warmth.

"So, do we join them?" Monica sighed.

"Do you want to?" Victor studied her reaction, and found that he really did like just laying here, holding her.

"Not right now. But I am sticky."

"Well?" He sat up, and found himself facing the French doors. A wicked smile alerted her, and she understood his plan. Together they walked outside and lifted off the cover. Clear, sweet smelling water sparkled in the moonlight.

"Where are the controls?" Victor turned around. "Hey. There’s a shower here, too."

"We really should." Monica squealed at the cold water washed off much of the evidence of their activities. "I hope the water in the tub is warmer than this."

"It is." Victor crouched down over the now bubbling pool. He sat on the edge, and dangled his feet over the edge. "It’s really beautiful out here."

"It’s incredible." She stepped down into the whirlpool, but when he started to slide down to join her, she stopped him. "Wait a minute." She stepped between his legs and offered her lips to him. He could taste Clay on her lips, and he found himself surging at the thought. "Hmmmm," she purred. She caressed his cock, and it surged in her hands. "I like that in a lover." She kissed down his chest, and he rested his weight on his outstretched arms. Tickling his navel, she trailed her tongue down through the line of hair leading to cock. "Oh, I have to taste this." Tenderly, she circled his cock head with her tongue. "Is this okay?" Her eyes met his and seemed to blaze in the moonlight. "Some men are very sensitive right after."

"Jesus, woman! Please." He arched up, begging for more.

Her fingers circled him, stroking up and down, teasing a bit before she engulfed him, working his throbbing shaft into her mouth, sucking hard, then pulling back to study her handiwork. Her hands cupped his balls, and one finger stretched out to tickle his anus. He groaned, and couldn’t keep from thrusting towards her. "Is that a whimper?" she whispered seductively. "Did I just hear a Marine whimper?" She stepped back into the center of the hot tub. "I don’t know about that." Her eyes dared him.

He was off the edge, and she was in his arms. His lips found hers, and, the next thing she knew, he had her reclining on one of the contours of the pool, her legs wrapped around him. He stared into her eyes as he entered her. Her muscles already stretched from their first time together sucked him inside with no hesitation. «He fits so perfectly.» His embrace kept her head out of the water as he thrust down into her. "Hold onto the sides of the tub. Rest your head on the padding." He’d been kneeling, but now he stood, raising her up until she was floating on the surface of the water. Cupping her ass, he began to pound into her with a frenzy. His cock hit her clit on each penetration, and soon she was soaring chanting his name just like she had imagined she would. "Victor!"

He buried his seed deep inside her, shuddering, almost weeping his release. Carefully he lowered her legs, bending forward to kiss her breasts. «I want to pay closer attention to those next time.» Pulling her to him, he collapsed back against the edge of the pool.

"We’ll have to clean this out you know." She snuggled next to him.

"Oh, we’ll figure it out."

Clay stroked his hands along Sarah’s belly. «I’ve never done this. Just held her without Victor being close by. He is close by. He’s holding Monica. I wonder if they’ll come in. Maybe in a bit. Maybe tomorrow.» He sighed, and pulled her closer still. "I love you."

"I know. It’ll be okay, Clayton."

"You’re sure about that, are you?"

She turned and looked up into his eyes. "It’ll be harder now."

"Harder? You mean the four of us?"

"No, Clay. The two of us." She saw the fear in his eyes, but gently kissed it away. "Darling, you know things like this can’t last. Oh, I hope we’ll all be fast friends, and perhaps, occasionally, we’ll get together like this. No matter how much pleasure we take in each other, I think we’ll all be wanting more. Not just the sex. Even if it’s not Monica, you know he’s looking for someone of his own. Like I’ve got you. I do have you, don’t I, Clay?" He saw the worry in her eyes, and knew she saw an answering fear in his. And he knew.

"It’s time."

"Time?"

He sighed, and reached for the soap. "I can’t keep this up, Sarah."

She hissed in pain, and tried to pull away, but he held her with one hand. "No, you don’t understand. I can’t keep up this globetrotting spy shtick – not and love you the way you need to be loved."

"Oh, Clay. I never meant…" his gentle kiss stilled her protest.

"I know. But it’s the truth, nonetheless. Before, we could pretend. Perhaps that’s why I kept Victor so close. I don’t know. But now it’s time to come in from the cold. I’ve got to talk to Victor, but I’m going to talk to the old man on Tuesday, Wednesday at the latest. Now that Watts is gone, along with his cronies, I’ve got a chance to move back to DC. And," he kissed her again, "if they decide they can’t use me, then, by God, I’ll collect unemployment." He looked at her for a moment. «The water on her face, the feel of her against my body. It’s beyond anything I’ve ever wanted.»

He felt exhilaration in his choice. Bending down to kiss her neck, he found she’d twisted her head around to stare at him. He captured her lips, and the passion he felt there, the passion for him and him alone, was a powerful drug. He felt his erection begin to grow and so did she. Turning in his arms, she backed up until her back rested against the tiles. "Take me, Clay. Take me right here. I want to see it in your eyes." She caressed her thigh up his leg, until her knee rested against his hip. "Just you and me." She fisted his cock, pulling him closer. "I want to watch your eyes as you come, Clay. Come in me right now."

As he entered her, he felt a weight lift from him. He knew. She would be content with him. Wouldn’t overly miss Victor. What they had was wonderful, but now they could move on. There was no doubt, no regret. Whatever they had from now on would only strengthen what they were discovering right now. Her fingers caressed the nape of his neck. Her teeth bit into her lower lip, straining to maintain eye contact even as he saw and felt her orgasm surge around him. Thrusting harder and harder, he became lost in her eyes, his pulsing release almost secondary to the connection they were forging.

He had no idea how he remained standing. He was shaking from emotion and the strain to his thighs. But he held her, and she supported him, her arms now wrapped around him, her face buried in his neck.

Gently, he lowered her to the ground. Finding the soap, he washed her, then relinquished the bar to her. They kissed and laughed at nothing, as they thoroughly dried each other off. After brushing their teeth, he put his forehead to hers. "Tomorrow, we’ll take a long walk – then Victor and I will talk. Then…" He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"Then we’ll have one last fling – if they want."

When they entered the bedroom, they found the bed empty. In fact, there was no one in the room at all. "There they are." Sarah and Clay walked over to the French doors. Water from the outside shower puddled on the cedar planks of the deck. The soft blue lighting from the hot tub reflected up, showing two heads close together, facing the setting moon.

"You see," she whispered, "it’ll all work out."

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