She has a past she wants to remember. He has one he wants to forget. When the truth comes out, who will stay, who will run and who will live?
Notes
I wanted the MC to have a back-story too and so this fan-fiction is completely MC-centric. The rest...
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She was so so wet. Her clothes clinging to her body. She'd changed out of her pants into a tight white tshirt and..Nose-bleed. She had black panties on. Nothing else. This certainly was an interesting turn of events. He knew he shouldn't be watching. But he couldn't help himself. She pulled out a box from under the bed. It was made of some hard material. Thank God he'd installed high-def. cameras. There were a few smaller bags inside it. She only picked out the red one and put everything else back. She tugged at her shirt. He choked on his chips. I need to turn it off. But he didn't. He watched as she was free from the t-shirt. Shit. Matching black bra.She had an amazing body. Not too skinny, not too toned. But there were bandages all over her sides. She winced and slowly started peeling them off. When had she got so hurt? And doing what? Once they were off he moved the camera's joystick to get a better angle, through a mirror, and zoomed in. They were scratches. She Looked at them herself, and sighed. A tube was taken out and she began rubbing the lotion over her skin. He couldn't see her facial expression, but with the shudders from her shoulders she seemed to be in pain. After she was done on both sides, she lay down in bed and pulled out a laptop from under her pillow. Lucky pillow.
His fingers worked fast hacking into the network. He mirrored her screen to his own and kept a watch on the camera as well. She plugged in her USB, and to had quite a few files on it. She opened what seemed like a record of events and started typing in names, addresses, number and descriptions for things all under the heading LOG 178. She was typing it all out of a little red book. As he looked closer, he noticed there were drawings in it too. She played with her locket a couple of times, it was some sort of stone. She'd never taken it off. She seemed like she was almost done and stretched. God she was beautiful. As she pushed her hair back, she ran a finger down her neck and then her own shoulders, he couldn't take it. He needed to hear her voice. Without thinking, he dialed in her number. He watched as she looked at her phone. Her face lit up lightly, she smiled and bit her lip. He wanted to bite them. They were the right type of lips, not too little, not too full. "Hey babe, whatch upto?" he asked. "I'm here babe" she replied. Did she just blush? "I'm upto no good. How about you?" Her other hand traveled to her neck. Did she even know what she was doing? "Ooooh!No good eh? Hacker 707 will get you out of anything, so you don't even have to go to be a bad girl!" He replied. Deepening his voice,"Just call upon him, praise the all mighty Seven and all your wishes will come true!" She pulled a bra strap off slowly, and lay back down on the bed, eyes closed. SHIT! She didn't pull it back up. Why would she? She didn't even know he was watching! Her fingers trailed across her collarbone and went a little lower. "Out of anythi-ing? ... And all my wishes?" she replied and bit her lip. She was started to pull off the other strap off her shoulder slowly. SHIT SHIT! He couldn't even stop himself, "Every. Single. One" he growled into the phone. It certainly had an effect. Her breath caught in her throat and he could hear it, getting louder, and harder. Her face flushed and she lay the phone down next to her. He zoomed.. He was on speaker. Her free hand moved in circles along the flat of her belly, before reaching her panties and she let out a very low moan. He growled again, More. He wanted more. To see her and to hold her. Smell her and have her. OWN HER. She shuddered and touched her breast under her bra, moving her fingers over her nipples. How badly he wanted to see them, taste them. Oh all the despicable things he would do to them.
"What are you doing .. right now..?" he asked. When had his voice become so.. deep.. rasping? She groaned and spread her legs out. "Guess....??!", she replied. She was trying to control herself. He watched as she bunched her panties in the front but not doing anything else. She placed her thumb in her mouth and licked it, placing it back on her breast. "What .. do you think... I'm doing, Space Captain?", she replied. Her voice was hot. She sighed. If he wasn't watching this, he would've thought she was working out. "Are you being..naughty?" he growled, he couldn't stop himself. His dick was hard now, but he wanted to watch her pleasure herself before he did himself. "Very very Oh So Ve—rry nau—uughty", she crooned. Her hands moved to where her legs had parted. He could only watch from the top and swore to himself about not putting in more cameras. He knew what she was doing. He imagined her fingers rubbing against her soft spot, her wetness. He wanted to taste that wetness, and hear her scream his name. Cum for me babe, said his mind. He growled into the phone again,"Working out? Running? Fingering yourself?". He slammed his hand against forehead. Did he actually just say that out loud .. to her? "One of the three you mentioned..", she replied almost breathless. He couldn't stop anymore though, he had to begin releasing himself too.
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He heard her moan louder now, but she was biting her lip on the screen, holding back her voice, pushing her face into the pillow/ No, he thought, don't hold it back. Let me hear you moan for me. "Anything ... I can do to help?" he asked, he wanted more. Her breath caught in her throat and she coughed, clearing her voice, her eyes snapping open and wide, her hair in a mess , wild... It was comical.. She was so fucking hot, legs apart, hand between, that black bra.. He wanted to rip it all off and make her scream his name, beg for him.. She grabbed the pillow next to her and hugged it tightly, licking her lips, and said "And .. how.. would you help?" Hell, how could she be so innocent? Any agent or spy would've known by now that he was watching, stalking her. He was a pervert but he didn't care anymore, he wanted her. "I am doing one of those 3 options you gave me", she repeated herself, her voice now muffled because she'd pushed her face back into the pillow. "Well.. whatever you're doing, I could cheer for you over the phone.. motivate you...tell you all the right things.. " he said, wincing at how lame he sounded. How much cornier and dumber of a response could he give. "It certainly is a work out alright.." she said softly. "And I don't want to stop what I am doing.. It makes me feel so ... good.. and tight..." His mind raced. His heart felt like it was beating the drums of all the worlds in all the universes at a time. "I could.. cheer for you too..over the phone.. " She said, sounding .. nervous? Oh hell she was cute. Her 'workout'. LOL . He didn't want her to know what he was doing. It was dangerous. " I could do anything ... for you.. ask..and I shall give.. I'll even say things you won't ever forget." he whispered. He was getting close..He rubbed his shaft imagining her making faces for him, her hair wild around her, her tongue working its way around his hardness. "MMmhm..", she'd moved the pillow away and began rubbing her clit again, through her panties.. She pushed the fabric aside and gasped.."Keep.. talking.. please..", she pleaded. "That's right.. imagine me there. .. right in front of you.. I'd be .. helping you.. work out.. I'll make you move so fast and hard that you'll be begging me to stop.." He continued. He couldn't give away that he was watching. This was a good game to play. "Yes.. yes..", she crooned."And I'd be under you.. doing as you say.. My body'll... be screaming out for.. release.. when you're done.." "That's right.. ", he croaked out. He imagined her dirty mouth around his cock now and fervently pumped himself out, never taking his eyes off the screen.. She was moaning more now, but still into the pillow, biting her lip. He groaned and released himself and felt the warm liquid spill over his hands and into his pants. He imagined her tight pussy, her lips, the looks she would have on her face when he was done with her.
He looked back at her face to see that she was staring straight across the room. She was very silent, and he couldn't hear a thing anymore. When she looked up, her face was blank. Her face was red, her eyes wet, and glossy. She was chewing on her lip. He didn't understand what went wrong. She didn't look like she was hot anymore. He watched as she wiped her eyes. Was she crying?
