Came for the Low- Revised

Untitled Part 6

     He was taking the long way around, she could tell...

    "What are you doing? We already passed a stand?" She said turning to see one of the famous Würstelstände fading in the distance. She turned back around glaring at him a little fidgety and anxious. Her energy was still high, she felt like she could vibrate right out of her skin, even her hands were shaking.

    "You're not ready." He said glancing at her.

    "What do you mean?"

    "You're still feeling the rush, you need to calm down."

    "Why?"

    "It's important for this sort of work to always keep a level head, to stay calm and ready for the next fight. Have you noticed the car following us yet?"

    "What!"

    "Don't turn— just sit." He advised.

    She nearly turned her entire body like a little kid seeing a big truck

    "No! You have to stay calm. Losing focus won't do either of us any good." He said swearing under his breath in Sokovian.

    "But.." She tried again to look but he tossed his finger up in silent warning,

    "Oh come on... I have to..."

    He gently pushed her chin, keeping her head forward over and over until she finally slapped his hand away laughing. "Fine! But why aren't you driving faster if we're being followed?" She snapped at him.

    "It isn't time yet. There is an art to the chase." He said leaning forward just a bit as he studied the review mirror.

    "Should I be worried?"

    He looked over, his face hidden in the shadows, only a band of street light illuminating his eyes. "Of course,"

    Christine felt her heart flutter. "Well how am I supposed to calm down knowing there's a car following us." She huffed rolling her eyes even though she smiled.

    "I'm going to help you."

    "How?"

    Zemo followed the stream of traffic, eventually turning down a less busy street. The pursuant staying just one car behind them did the same. They weren't very good at this he thought with a crooked grin.

     "Open your legs." He said sitting back. He already had the route of evasion mapped out in his mind and lost any real concern over being caught by the occupants of the black car.

    She looked over. "Excuse me?"

    "Don't question it Christine."

    She hated when he told her what to do as much as she loved it. He had such a gentle dominance that there was no hope resisting, even when it seemed to surface at the least likely of times.

    As told, she sat back and opened her legs looking over at him, waiting.

    He took the steering wheel by one hand and tossed her dress open with the other, praising the invention of the high split and slid his hand up the center of her thighs parting them wider.

    Moving blind but knowing his way around a woman's body, especially this one, the Baron pulled her lace underwear to the side and slid his middle finger up along her already wet divide, finding the peak of her clitoris instantly.

    She gave a sharp inhale and quickly reached to turn up the music with a smile and a gasp the moment he hit the gas ready to evade the car behind them.