Lifted
Amanda’s last training class for the day had finally been dismissed. She'd
finished the assignment early but the rest of the class took longer to
complete the assignment and she was stuck waiting for them. It was a difficult
class and she'd spent a lot of her spare time practicing her "lifting"
technique.
So far she'd been able to pinch the checkbook from her mother's purse, and
Francine's wallet and Agency clearance badge. Naturally, she'd practiced on
Lee as well. She did manage to snag his watch right off his wrist, and some
papers from his inside jacket pocket.
But, he'd always caught her when she tried to acquire the keys from his
front pant's pocket or the wallet from his back pocket. She just needed to come
up with a better distraction method and she was sure she'd be successful in
appropriating those items as well.
She went up the stairs to the Q-Bureau and rapped once on the door at the
same time she'd turned her key in the lock. Silently, the door opened to
reveal her husband, stretched out on the sofa, snoring softly. He looked so
peaceful, just like a little boy. She'd really hated to wake him--after all, she
had kept him pretty busy the past few nights. She smiled and remembered
just how busy they were.
She leaned over him and brushed back the hair that fell across his eyes.
They fluttered and he smiled. She ran her finger down his nose and his eyes
slowly opened. "Hey, there, sleepy-head."
"Hey, yourself." He winked and his tugged her down for a brief kiss.
His nostrils flared when he realized her bent position gave him a clear
view down the front of her blouse. Here was the distraction she needed. She
rested a hand on his chest to steady herself and bent further to kiss him once
again. This time she poured everything into the kiss and managed to run her
hand down his chest and into his pocket.
His tongue slipped between her lips and she'd forgotten all about her
"lifting." It took all her will power to concentrate on her mission and not on
her sexy husband.
Her fingers closed around his keys. She darted her tongue into his mouth
and stroked over every corner of his warm, wet, cavern. She heard his low
moan, and ever so gently, pulled his keys out of his pocket while he was caught
up in the kiss. She slipped them into the pocket of her skirt, smiled at her
success, and broke the kiss.
One down and one to go.
He sat up and tugged her next to him on the couch. Wrapping his arms around
her, he pressed her back into the cushions and nibbled on her neck. She
twined her arms around his waist and let her hands trail down over his
buttocks. She kneaded his cheeks and he growled. If she weren’t careful, she
would easily get carried away.
Trailing her fingers from his butt up toward his back and down again, she
inched her fingers lower inside his back pockets. Using only two fingers she
slowly slid his wallet out of his pocket. She finally pulled it free and
slipped it under the couch cushion.
She’d done it, distracted him long enough so she could claim her prize. His
thumb
grazed her nipple and her breath caught in her throat.
Her mission completed, she was free to get lost in her husband. She tugged
his shirt out of his slacks and scored his back with her nails. A shiver
raced through and he bit her earlobe.
She wedged her hand between their bodies and slowly unzipped his pants. His
hand traveled up under her skirt caressing her thigh, and snuck in the top
of her panty hose. Just in time, she remembered they were in the office and
this was something they couldn’t continue here.
She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed. “Lee, stop. Lee, come on,
stop.” She pushed harder this time and he lifted his head. “We can’t do this
here. Let’s go home.”
He smiled, kissed her nose and stood, pulling her up off the couch.
Lovingly, he re-buttoned her blouse. He went to his desk and pulled his jacket off
the back of his chair. She retrieved his wallet and slipped it into the
pocket of her skirt. She wondered just how long it would take for him to realize
it was missing.
He opened the door for her and searched his pocket for the keys. She
jingled them next to his ear. He turned and snatched them from her hand. “When?”
She laughed and told him, “When I woke you up.”
He locked the door and started to walk down the hall to the steps.
“Hey, Romeo,” she called, “you forgot to zip your fly. You may want to
take care of that before you give Mrs. Marston an eyeful.”
He tucked the tails of his shirt in his pants and fastened his zipper.
Lacing his fingers with hers, they left I.F.F. and sped to their cozy little cape
cod for a little afternoon delight.
End
Author's Chapter Notes:
Author: Sue
Disclaimer: Scarecrow & Mrs. King belong to Warner Bros. and Shoot the
Moon. I'm only borrowing them for a bit. I will put them back when I am done.
Disclaimer: Scarecrow & Mrs. King belong to Warner Bros. and Shoot the
Moon. I'm only borrowing them for a bit. I will put them back when I am done.