Caught In A Name

CHAPTER SEVEN

Warning: Strong, suggestive and sexual language used. Thank you.

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Richard had no choice but to let his body fall to the bed as Maine moved to topple him down by using her legs. Sheesh! For a tiny woman, she's got some powerful legs! Damn! He was instantly trapped under her as she maneuvered her body and used her arms to press on his windpipe in a classic jujitsu defense move. Her thighs trapped his arms to his sides so he couldn't move while all her weight was focused on his stomach, preventing him from sitting up. And the icing to the cake? Both her feet were resting on his groin. Why? To kick his balls in case he does decide to fight back. Hhhmmm. This is a whole lot of curious. Who is this woman? How does she know how to fight like an expert? Because for a man his size and built, this is the first time that he's been bested by a woman. That a woman had brought him down (literally) with the most classic defense maneuver. A maneuver he used to teach all the female soldiers under his command.

"Where am I? And where the fuck is my baby?"

Richard tried to answer but the arm pressing on his windpipe made it impossible. All that came out of him was a pathetic croak.

Nicomaine noticed that the man under her was trying to answer but unable to do so since she's pretty much crushing his voicebox. She eased off a little on the pressure, just enough so he can answer her back.

"You're in my bedroom, inside my house. Baby is sleeping in the adjoining bedroom" Richard wheezed while trying to point to his left with his head to indicate the opened door and perhaps to distract Maine as well.

And then it happened! The events of the last 24 hours flashed back in Nicomaine's mind. From the time the nurse called her to tell her that Mr. Faulkerson was finally awake, to the time she finally closed her eyes inside the chopper. Then as she looked down, she noticed that Richard was almost turning purple from the lack of air. She quickly sat back on her haunches, taking her arms off of Richard's neck altogether.

Richard took a much needed breath and had to cough a few times in between as the air passed along his windpipe. He tried to sit up but quickly realized that Maine was still sitting on his stomach, wearing an unreadable expression on her face, looking at him as if he's just sprouted horns.

Nicomaine wasn't sure if she should apologize first or perform CPR on the man trapped under her. She was holding her breath at the same time as he was struggling to breathe in. Shit! What the fuck have I done? Only when the colour started normalizing on Richard's face did Nicomaine finally exhaled the breath she was holding in. Dear heavens! I almost killed the one man that was willing to help me. The one man that could probably really help me and my baby. Way to go Nicomaine! Way to go!

"Shit! I am so sorry. I didn't mean to do that! Well, I meant it but I didn't mean to do it on you. Wait! No. I mean...oh fuck!" Deep breaths Nicomaine! Deep breaths! "Okay. Let me start again. I'm sorry. You caught me off guard. I apologize for almost killing you" she rambled coupled with her hand's wild gestures. "But the thing is, you could've thrown me off" she added in a whisper.

"Yes. Yes I could've fought back but you also caught me off guard" Richard replied hoarsely.

"Oh my god! Out of all the things I said, that's what you heard?"

"Nah. I heard everything else but I had to answer the whispered one first" Richard retorted with a wink and a shadow of a smile.

"Dammit! Why do you have to throw in your charm at a moment like this?"

"And what exactly is that moment, Maine? You apologizing for almost killing me? Or for blaming me for not fighting back? Oooooorrrrrrr, perhaps for remaining to sit on me even after you've already apologized for almost killing me?"

And just like that, Nicomaine felt like she was doused with a bucket of ice cold water. For a full minute, she was immobile. Her brain seemed to have ceased functioning. Her body unable to move. For a full minute, she remained sitting on Richard's stomach. The apex of her thighs in full contact with his body, feeling the heat emanating from him and both  her feet remained resting on his groin. Wait. Did I just feel 'it' move? Oh my god! It is moving! Is he getting hard? Oh shit! Get off Nicomaine! MOVE! NOW!

Richard felt the instant Maine's thighs begin to loosen their grip on his sides at the same time as he saw her face turn beet red. As soon as he was able to free his right hand, he hooked it around Maine's waist and quickly reversed their positions. This time, he was the one on top and Maine under him.

Nicomaine, for her part, couldn't do anything as she was quickly toppled on her back with Richard on top of her. Partly because she was so embarrassed by her position and partly because she didn't know what to do when she felt Richard's cock stirring to life under her feet.

"Gotcha" Richard whispered as he readjusted his weight so that he wouldn't crush Maine with his body. He placed his arms right by her sides effectively trapping her arms as he hooked both his legs on her thighs, making sure she couldn't move them either.

Nicomaine opened her mouth to protest but Richard cut her off by kissing her on the lips. Whoa! Wait a minute?!? What the hell? And all of her thoughts went flying when she felt Richard's tongue snake its way to her open mouth to touch the tip of hers. Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!

BUT! She responded. Out of all the things to do, Nicomaine responded. She lifted her head off the bed to be closer to Richard and she gave it all she's got. She welcomed that tongue as if it was water to her drought. She duelled with that tongue as if she was fighting for scraps of food. She sucked that tongue as if it was the last drop of cola on a very hot summer day. Oh dear heavens, she responded. She could blame it on adrenaline later but for now, she will take what was offered.

Richard had no intention of kissing Maine at all, but seeing her beneath him, her hair disheveled and her face all red from embarrassment, he lost it. Come on! A man can only take so much! Specially a man that has been celibate for almost 2 years! And so Richard brought his mouth to hers and everything exploded!

It felt like a lifetime after, but in reality it was only a few minutes, when Nicomaine sort of came to her senses. She pulled back and Richard surprisingly let her.

"Uhhhmmm. Richard?"

"Yeah?"

"Let me go. Please."

Deep breaths Faulkerson! Deep breaths!

"Of course" Richard answered as he pushed himself up and away from the temptation incarnate. He moved to sit on Maine's right side, with his eyes closed and trying to catch his breath. He could hear and feel Maine moving on the bed, probably putting as much distance from him as possible. A few minutes passed before he could speak again.

"Maine, listen. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me" he remarked as he stood up on the side of the bed. He couldn't bring himself to look at her. "Wait. I'm not really sorry that I kissed you...."

"Shut up! Shut up. Don't apologize for that...." Nicomaine began but when she looked up at Richard, she couldn't help the gasp that came out.

Because the left side of Richard's shirt is now covered in blood. Right where his bullet wound was!