There Goes My Hero (Closed)

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Closed for Mephy and Scribe_M



Hannah Masterson, Age 19.
student at NYU, Daughter of Jared Masterson.
Usually quite shy and reserved, she rarely seems to let out the emotions inside her...
Until something/someone finally makes them flood out, and the tidal wave that is released is far more than she can control.

*Don't stop; just keep going, keep running, don't look back.*

This mantra repeated itself over and over again in Hannah's head, tears filling her eyes as her feet touched against the pavement for mere seconds, her breaths coming in heaving puffs as she tried to get away from the men that had followed her for so long now.

She didn't know who they were, but she had an idea as to why they were doing this. Her father was Jared Masterson, one of the richest men in the city. He had come upon his money in both legal and illegal practices, something that she had always known but never asked him about. He had told her that the only thing she needed to worry her pretty little head about was the next present she wished to receive from her doting daddy, only to have the butler escort her away from his meetings in his office and back to her room full of expensive things.

She hated the gifts that came from his dirt money; the money he received from his business with those dispicable men, the ones who used to smile their fake smiles to her as a child, their gruff hands rubbing harshly on her head as they passed to his office. Over the years those fake smiles changed from trying to scare away a young girl to watching a bit too closely at the wandering young woman, now passing through those halls as she neared her twentieth birthday. The worst of all of these visitors was the man she had seen enter that office for years; the rotund man with the sweaty palms and panting breaths, the one her father forced her to greet as Mister DiNucci. That man had always scared her. He was part of the reason on why she had moved away from her father's house, eagerly accepting a room at the college dorms than to stay in her childhood room. Even the meager space she had in the dorm room was a wonderful escape from both her father and DiNucci. She had thought herself safe away from him, finally cutting herself off from her father and his questionable dealings...

Seemed that even leaving home didn't help her to leave her father's shadow.

These men were sent by that frightening pumpkin-shaped man, and she knew she had every right to be scared. She had heard the stories about him and his men, and overheard all the threatening warnings passed on to her father.


A scream left her lips as one of the men suddenly rounded the corner of the building before her, surprising her and sending her stumbling backwards. Her body slamming hard against the brick wall behind her, she began to sob, shaking as the man approached with a sadistic grin.

"We've been looking for you awhile now, Miss Masterson...," He crooned devilishly, gruff hands clamping onto her shoulders and thrusting her against the rough stones, lifting her feet from the pavement. "Your father owes us, and since he doesn't seem to want to pay his debt, we'll just start taking collateral. I'm sure you'll make a great payment to the boss."

"Please, don't-!," she gasped out between sobs, trying to pull away from his hold as he continued to haul her by her jacket. "I don't even talk to my father anymore, I have nothing to do with this!"

"Don't talk to daddy? That's a shame, kid. His money's pretty much the only thing that's gonna keep you out of this mess. I guess you'll need to work off his debt in another way, won't'cha?" he chuckled, a deeply dark guffaw from the depths of him that only grew louder as he removed a hand from her long enough to reach into his own coat, taking a rather large knife out and placing it against her neck. "Now be a good girl, Hannah... Stay nice and quiet, and we'll be on our way."

"Please don't kill me," She breathed, shivering in fear. "Please, I- I don't have any money from him-"

"Money? No, not money, Hannah... See, Boss really liked you. Kinda missed seein' you 'round your Daddy's place... He wants to know what sweet little Hannah looks like now... You been avoidin' us too much, honey. We all miss cute lil Hannah..." He leaned in a bit more, his heavy frame nearly pushing all the air from her lungs as he ran his tongue along her cheek. "I think you look just fine."

"SOMEBODY HELP ME!," She screamed out, trying to shove him off.

"Goddammit, shut up!," He hissed furiously, the hand holding the knife raising to instead backhand her. "Ronnie, make sure nobody else is around here while I make her keep her mouth shut!," He barked to the other man, glaring back at Hannah as he turned back to her. "I ain't allowed to kill ya, but you're makin' it real damn tempting!"

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Then she heard the scream.

Sadie Winthrop came from a long line of cops who protected this city. She was the middle child, and the only girl of five children. She detested growing up in this city. She was either not enough of a girl to be with the prissy popular ones, or too much of a girl to be taken seriously by the boys. She grew up less interested in hair and makeup, and more able to swing a good fist. "You get into enough scraps, young woman," she remembered her father saying, "you're gonna put that to good use."

So, with her father's influence, Sadie found herself in the police force. Now, not only was she the only woman in the family, she was but one in a handful of women in the police. But, despite the training she put into aim a gun, despite her ability to throw a punch, she found herself doing little more than giving out parking tickets. She hated the work she was given, and needed a change.

This wasn't it. Jared Masterson had enough pull in the city for police protection for his daughter, Hannah. Masterson wanted at least one woman, in case propriety was needed. Sadie bristled at the idea of playing babysitter.

Then she heard the scream. She was at least glad that her idiot boss backed down when he insisted she wear heels, but she still felt stupid running down criminals in a skirt.

"POLICE! FREEZE!" she yelled, pulling out her gun as she ran. The man with the heavy frame, startled, ran off. The other man seemed confused as she held the young girl. Maybe the absurdity of being shouted at by a skirt had its advantages. Sadie decided that bullets wouldn't be a good idea, so switched her grip to the butt of the gun. A well placed elbow disoriented the man, and several hits with the gun subdued him.

"Are you okay, miss?" she said. Sadie's blood pumped, as the adrenaline high started to fade. She would later notice the knife wound in her left arm, and the blood dripping from it.

*****

"So I guess that arm hurts, huh?" said the man behind the police desk. Gee, y'think? Almost replied Sadie. Sadie's left arm was bandaged. Evidently, the man with the knife still knew how to use it, and he used it on Sadie.

"Can you still draw a gun?" he continued. Sadie almost wanted to demonstrate, but said, "Yes sir. I'm right-handed, so I can still fire a gun. I understand I won't be able to aim as well, but I can't use my left arm or hand."

"That's fine."

"Sorry?"

"And you're not having time off for it to heal, either. Take a look at this." The officer slid a folder towards Sadie's left. She opened it, with a hint of glower, with her left hand. The folder contained a picture, paperclipped to some papers.

"It's a house. Sir."

"Yep. Masterson was quite impressed by how well you protected his daughter." Sadie wondered if it was just Masterson who was impressed. "But he doesn't want her just followed by some cops undercover. He wants her hidden away for awhile. And I want you to rest a bit."

"Great," gritted Sadie.

*****

It was a small cottage in the hills, picture perfect, radiating light. At least it was far away from the city, Sadie thought, as she lugged the suitcase. She carried Hannah's suitcases with her right hand, and dragged on the path her own. She set Hannah's luggage in the small entryway and threw her own onto the floor. "I'm going to check out the rest of the cottage," said Sadie.

There wasn't much to check out. A small kitchen, an eating area, the garden in the back, a bathroom, a master bedroom, and a smaller one. "At least I'll get a bedroom for myself," she muttered. But, upon opening the small bedroom door, she noticed it was converted to a storage area. There wasn't even a bed!

Her arm hurt and needed to be cleaned and bandaged. Sadie said, "I you hear my yell, don't come in." Sadie undressed, and removed her bandages. She started the shower, and washed out her wound. She winced, as the water stung her injury. Sadie then wondered how she would rebandage her wound, and thought she would at least satisfy her curiosity before taking her bath.

"DAMMIT, DAMMIT, DAMMIT!" she yelled. She had applied the iodine and it began to sting. She couldn't concentrate well enough to properly bandage herself. The roll of gauze lazed placidly on the porcelain floor. Sadie bent over on the cold floor, her arm sickly shades of purple.

The soft sound of Sadie's sobbing could be heard throughout the little house.

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Hannah wasn't sure what to do. The officer showed up so quickly, scaring away the large man that frightened her so much, the feel of his warm rough tongue against her flesh leaving her nauseous. As the woman took hold of her, protecting her, saving her, the words that were shouted to the other man were nothing but a blur of sound... None of them making sense. She heard other sounds, but they seemed so far off- All she cared about was the safety she felt in the officer's arms. At the question offered to her, Hannah had only one response-

To start crying.

*****

Sitting in one of the uncomfortable leather chairs beside the male officer's desk, the man tried to ask questions of her, but Hannah would simply shake her head. She didn't want to talk to him; his voice was too gruff, too angry- He reminded her too much of that man that tried to hurt her.

"I want to talk to her...," She whispered, pointing toward the glass wall seperating her from Sadie and the Chief of Police. "I don't want anyone else. I want to talk to her."

"Good christ, kid. Work with me here. You want someone else to hurt you? Huh? You gotta help us out!"

Hannah bit down on her lip, her eyes whelling up once again. She shook her head once more, staring down at her hands. She was scared to death, and now she was being yelled at? This was horrible... She just wanted to run away...

She looked up once again as the man walked off, Hannah watching in that little room as Her Officer continued her meeting, the man inside with her gesturing toward Hannah a few times. Her eyes widened. What was that about?

******

The ride to the hidden little house was rather quiet, Hannah simply stealing glances to the woman beside her or watching the scenery around them. She wanted to say something, but Sadie seemed so angry- Was it towards her? Her lips parted, as if debating speaking.. Only to close once again. What was she supposed to say? Sorry I got you shot?

Another stolen glance. Strange; even in her rather annoyed state, Hannah found her to be almost angelic. Her angel.. her hero. Perhaps that was what it was: heroes in stories all had a strong demeanor, a special trait about them. This must have been Sadie's, the strong angry sort.

Leaving the vehicle, Hannah followed her up to the tiny house, watching her every movement. Determined... Protective. Yes, that had to be it. Sadie's heroic qualities. She nodded as Sadie spoke to her, picking up her suitcase. "Yes, ma'am," She replied softly, peeking around for herself. It was a very tiny place, and looked like it would be rather cramped quarters. Standing on her toes, she peered into one of the cabinets in the kitchen, frowning over the lack of food. Lots of plates and glasses... But nothing to actually eat.

A little more exploration was in order. Before she could reach the other cabinets and doors, Sadie called out to her- something about her yelling? Hannah's eyes widened a bit, but she nodded. "Um... Alright..." She peered out toward the bathroom door, watching as it closed and listening as the shower started. What might she yell about? Was her wound really that bad? That only made Hannah feel even worse.

She tugged open another little door, finding a few cans of vegetables and a broken can opener. Well, it was something, but not much of it. She took them out, only to drop them to the floor as Sadie's howl echoed through the house. Hannah ran to the bathroom door, but hesitated to open it. She had said...

She was crying.

"...S-Sadie?," Hannah called softly, pushing the door open a crack to peek in on her. "Are... Are you ok?" She gasped as she saw the other woman's arm, the door opening further so Hannah could enter. "Oh no. Let me help you, please..."

Without really waiting for her to reply, Hannah settled on the brim of the tub, taking up the washcloth that had been dropped. She hesitated, looking back at Sadie, her eyes drifting across the whole woman before her... Not just the injury that left her feeling so terrible. It was her fault that Sadie had gotten hurt like that...

"You should get that cleaned up. Let me help you," She repeated, offering her hand out to her. She seemed so upset- It really wasn't doing much to help Hannah's own brink of tears. This woman was her idea of a hero... and she had been hurt so badly...

She wanted to make her feel better. Make her stop crying, make her smile- somehow.

"The shower's still running. My back is getting soaked," she stated softly, smirking a bit herself. "One of us should probably use this, shouldn't we?"

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Sadie took Hannah's hand. She tried to brush away her tears, as she flashed back to when they first met.

Their roles had almost been entirely reversed. When Sadie saw Hannah in tears, she sighed and pulled out a handkerchief, as white as the gauze bandage spilled on the floor. She wasn't sure what to make of it. She dutifully took off her coat, and draped it onto the crying woman. How a coat would stop her from crying, she wasn't sure.

But the coat must have been warm, warm with Sadie's body. Maybe that's what stopped Hannah's crying. Sadie felt the same touch with Hannah's hand. She gripped it -- for stabilization, of course -- as she stood up on the floor. Sadie avoided making eye contact with Hannah.

"The shower's still running. My back is getting soaked," Hannah stated softly, smirking a bit herself. "One of us should probably use this, shouldn't we?"

"Yes..." Sadie said, in her soft low voice. She finally looked at Hannah, and froze as she made eye contact with the young woman. She was beautiful. Sadie crossed her hands over her breasts. Then she looked at the blue and purple bruises on her cut arm. She wasn't beautiful. She let her arms fall down all limp, and suddently turned away from Hannah. The water sprayed upon her back, flowing down in curve like trails. "You should... dry yourself off." Sadie's voice trailed. "Or something."

Still looking away from Hannah, Sadie's right arm moved. She picked at her wound. She wasn't sure why.

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Her poor hero. A fallen angel, that's what she reminded Hannah of.
She had to fix her wings. Make her fly again.

Hannah smiled lightly as Sadie took her hand, helping her to her feet and into the flowing water. Her eyes stayed upon the woman's face for a moment, hoping to see some type of smile... but still, more sadness. It hurt Hannah to see her that way.

Her eyes fell slightly, only to make Hannah pause. That arm. It looked so terrible... She wasn't sure if it was simply the things Sadie had been using to try to clean it, or such a truly horrible mess. Her attention moved from the arm to what it tried to hide; Sadie's body. Hannah tried to stop staring at her, but found it hard to do. Even with her injuries, Sadie was beautiful. Truly an angel, just as Hannah believed her to be.

"You should dry yourself off... or something."

"Uh?" Hannah glanced up quickly, still holding the washcloth in her hands as Sadie kept her head hidden in the waterflow. Her fingers moved against her wound, making Hannah a little ill to her stomach. "Don't do that...," She chided her softly, reaching in to stop her hand. "You'll make it worse."

Hannah frowned, looking at her already soaked shirt and pants, letting go of Sadie's fingers long enough to close the curtain once again. A few moments later, the petite blonde was creeping into the shower as well, her own nude body inches from Sadie's. "I was already drenched," She explained, resting her hand on Sadie's arm, avoiding the wound as best she could. "And I want to make sure you're okay. Let me help you clean it up."

The cloth dabbed gently against the wound, Hannah peering around Sadie's shoulder to be sure it was getting anything terrible out of it. She made a slight face, not really enjoying the sight beneath the cloth, but the feel of Sadie's skin against hers made it a bit more... bearable. "How are you feeling?," She asked softly, glancing up at her. "I just... I wanted to thank you somehow. At least let me help you."

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Sadie faced away, but did not hear the door close. Hannah's soft touch still lingered on her fingertips, as Sadie felt the warm spray on her back. Rivulets of water flowed down her back, following the winding paths of her let-down hair. Sadie normally wore her hair in a bun. She wondered when the last time anyone saw her hair down like this, much less saw her naked.

Sadie turned away as Hannah stripped her clothes. Sadie's heart raced, just a bit. What should she do? When the water stopped hitting her body, she knew Sadie had finally entered. Hannah's back was to the still-running shower. Sadie's back was just inches from Hannah's breasts and body. She could almost feel Hannah's warmth. Why did Sadie think that? She opened her eyes a little wider and raised her head a little bit.

Sadie's arm twitched as Hannah gently dabbed the wound. "Sorry..." was all that Sadie could say to her. Hannah's hands were gentle. Caring. Sadie gradually got used to the stings of the cleansing. "Thank you..." she softly said. "That feels... nice."

Minutes passed slowly, as Hannah cleansed Sadie's wound. When Hannah finished, Sadie spoke again. "My back... I can't reach it. Could you..." Sadie wasn't able to complete her sentence. She hoped Hannah would.

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The washcloth was changing from a crisp white to a more pinkened hue, Hannah frowning slightly as she noticed the discoloring. A smile, however, did manage to return when Sadie spoke up to her, thanking her for the helping hand. "Looked like you could use it."

Holding it to her side, she rinsed out the cloth, still a bit chagrined by the pink water that flowed from it. She glanced up as Sadie's soft voice overcame the flowing water, asknig for her help once again. "I can get that, sure." As she answered, she placed the cloth against Sadie's back, trailing it down her spine and against her shoulder blades. She stepped to one side, then the other, trying to make a better use of the water in the tiny shower- only to have her own body pressing up against the officer's while trying to avoid the cool wall beside them. "Sorry," She murmured, her other hand lathering up with soap before running down Sadie's lower back.

Her skin felt so nice. Soft, and smooth, and warm. Not just from the water; her own body heat was so comforting...

Hannah's hands rubbed the soap further along the other woman's skin, the washcloth managing to fall from her grasp as she ran her fingers down Sadie's shoulders. She wanted to get closer, to say thank you, to truly show her how much she appreciated what she had done-

She stood up on her toes, leaning in towards the taller woman's neck carefully before letting her lips kiss against her skin. The soap still remained, tickling Hannah's nose, but it didn't halt her. Another gentle kiss, her hands caressing Sadie's flesh as she moved closer still. "We... we should clean you off...," She noted softly, a slight tone of regret on mentioning it lingering in her voice as she gently hugged Sadie from behind, her chin resting against her back.

Sadie smelled so nice. It was more than just the soap. Something from her herself, something Hannah loved. Even after noting the need to finish the bath, Hannah found she simply didn't want to. Her still bubbly hands crept down Sadie's sides, gently running the bubbles against her ribs and tummy before scooping in between her arms and sides to hug about her waist. She still remained gentle, cautious- afraid at any moment she would cause pain to her hero.

"You... You make me feel funny, Sadie."

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Sadie gasped, just a little bit, as Hannah's body touched her. She had never been touched by a woman before, at least not in that way. It felt... she wasn't sure. The warm wet cloth felt good against her back. Hannah's body felt different but... comforting as well. Sadie let out a low murmur... or moan... as she felt the soap on her back. Sadie closed her eyes to better feel her touch. It was a mixture of the texture of the cloth and Hannah's soft, firm fingers. "Yes... that feels..." Her voice trailed, as she fell into the comforting touch of Hannah. The washcloth fell from Hannah's fingertips. Sadie said nothing. She began to breath more deeply, as Hannah touched her shoulders. Sadie rolled her head, side to side, enjoying the feeling. She let out a soft small moan.

She opened her eyes again, when Hannah kissed her. The spray of the shower echoed in the room. She closed her eyes again, when Hannah embraced her from behind. Sadie smiled, then touched Hannah's hands around her waist. She felt a little awkward... embarrassed... happy, the tall woman held by the smaller one. Sadie took one of Hannah's hands and gently lifted it to her cheek. She bent over her head to feel it, nuzzling Hannah's fingers. She kissed them. She kissed them again. She then lowered Hannah's other hand, allowing it to slide along the soapy film on her torso. Hannah's fingertips eventually just touched Sadie's patch of hair. She felt Hannah's breasts pressing into her back. Sadie was conscious of her own breasts, slowly firming up under Hannah's touch. She guided Hannah's fingers, to touch the tops of her breasts, then the bottom. She splayed her fingers, to slowly rub her breasts. She let go of Hannah's other hand, her fingertips gently guiding her hand downward.

"I..." she said, her breath becoming harder, "feel funny too..."

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Every light noise that left Sadie made a tinge run down Hannah's spine, her breath seemingly lost in her own throat. She was certain of one thing now; she certainly hadn't offended her. That was her biggest fear; that her need to show her admiration for this woman would be rejected and spited. The last thing she had ever wanted to do was upset her...

Sadie's own hand clasped about Hannah's, guiding it further along the officer's body as if it were the washcloth, leaving a soapy trail against her skin. Hannah nuzzled her lips into the side of Sadie's neck, loving the feel of her wet skin beneath her touch and her own body. A light giggle left her as Sadie's lips found her fingertips, her breath and soft lips tickling her skin.

The guiding hand took Hannah on a path, exploring against the officer's body and leaving the younger girl wanting to explore further. She was shown by touch the way down Sadie's stomach, lead back up to find her breasts. She caressed them carefully, Sadie's own hands leaving hers and pressing the left wrist down gently.

Hannah sighed happily into Sadie's shoulder, her right hand still wandering the officer's breast as the left dared lower, retracing the path shown by Sadie's direction moments before. The soft curls of hair met her fingertips, Hannah huggling closer still to Sadie as she traced a path against the woman's outer folds, the water running down her arm and trickling along her fingers.

Her heart was racing. She wanted-
She wasn't sure what she wanted.
"Sadie...," She whispered out, shaking her head as she closed her eyes. "Thank you..."

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Sadie let out low, quiet, moans as Hannah's lips touched her. Sadie began to breathe more heavily, her breasts pressing into Hannah's hand. Sadie's breasts began to become firm, her nipples hard. Sadie arched backwards, leaning into the crook of Hannah's neck. Sadie's breasts became firm and heavy, under Hannah's fingers. Sadie closed her eyes, and sought Hannah's lips.

Hannah's hands, exploring the patch near Sadie's sex, found Sadie's lips as well. Sadie moaned, now more loudly, as Hannah's soap-filmed fingers, found Sadie's engorged button. Sadie's pussy was wet and dripping, her lips and button engorged with blood. Sadie pushed Hannah's fingers into Sadie's wet pussy, as Sadie let out a low groan. Sadie slid back and forth, her juices mixing with the soapy bubbles on Hannah's hand, Sadie's moans echoing against the smooth tiles of the bathroom.

Sadie turned her head and started kissing, kissing Hannah's lips near her neck. The water sprayed over the two women, baptizing them in the clear warm water. Sadie's tongue frantically searched for Hannah's, and she sucked and licked eagerly Hannah's lips and tongue.

Sadie could stand it no more. She turned around to face Hannah. Water hit Sadie's face, and flowed downwards, a stream of flowing tears. Sadie stepped forward, placing her leg and thigh between Hannah's sex. Sadie slid her own sex on top of Hannah's soapy thigh. Sadie wrapped her arms around Hanna and held her tight. She kissed her deeply, moaning with every thrust of her hips against Sadie. Hannah's stiff button slid up and down Sadie's thigh, as Sadie closed her eyes tight, and explored Hannah's mouth.

Sadie kept thrusting, seeking something to quench her wanton arousal. She needed release from this unbearable desire, her need for the flesh of Hannah.

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Hannah sucked in a soft breath from the reactions given by Sadie, her eyes never leaving the maoning officer's face as her fingers worked to create more of those beautiful sounds. She had found it. A way to make her happy. Look how blissful she was now- Yes! That was it, that was perfect! Hannah's heart soared with the coos and moans that left Sadie, her own body now burning and aching as she swallowed hard.

That glorious little nub beneath her fingers caused Sadie to rock back and forth, her head resting on Hannah's shoulder as her hips met against her hand. Hannah kissed the side of her cheek, finding Sadie's lips searching for hers. A soft moan left Hannah as the exploring fingers were allowed further access, slipping in between her hero's swollen lips and discovering an even more wonderful source of sound-inducing areas to play with. A gentle stroke of her fingers, a faster delve into the wet folds, a teasing withdrawl- God, everything left Sadie moaning and Hannah breathing harder.

Sadie pulled away, leaving Hannah's soap and juices drenched fingers without a warm place to hide any longer. She wondered for a brief moment if she had upset her- only to be quickly shown that this was the total opposite from the truth. Sadie wrapped herself about Hannah, entwining their legs together and leaving the officer's still sudsy, aroused pussy pressed against her upper thigh. Hannah moaned out from that, her own body relishing a source of relief of its own on Sadie's leg.

She clung to Sadie, whimpering softly into the other woman's lips as she kissed her, standing on her toes as she rocked in rhythm with her. Hannah had never felt like this before; so hungry and aching for something she didn't understand. All she knew was that Sadie was the answer to and cause behind it. The water rolled down her body, mingling into the soap and in between the two women, adding to the motion they shared. The soft gentle whimpers and purrs that had been leaving Hannah were becoming far louder noises now, her lips pulling free of Sadie's to allow the gentle cry that burned her throat to finally escape.

"S-Sadie-!," She crooned out, still clutching to the officer as the confusing floodgate inside her finally broke free, a wonderful rush of pleasure and relief washing over her, her body tembling against the woman holding her. She gasped for breath, holding tightly as she began to kiss every inch of skin she could reach on Sadie.

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"Hannah..." Sadie's voice trailed, as she pressed harder into the other woman's body. Sadie's hips reflexively moved, the soapy skin of Hannahs' sliding against the lips of Sadie's sex. The watery friction against her button was too much to bear. She had never touched a woman this way. Sadies's stiffened chest rubbed against Hannahs, the two women thrashed in the throes of holding each other, pulsating against each other's bodies, climax and desire.

"Hannah....." Sadie's voice trailed. Sadie held Hannah tight, her light gaspings barely audible within the spray of the water shower. Were Hannah to see Sadie up close, she could see tears, mixing with water dripping down on her face. Sadie quickly wiped them away and made a small smile, just looking into the eyes of the other woman.

Sadie turned off the shower. The head slowly dripped, the only sound in the room. Sadie composed herself, took Hannah's hand, and led her out of the shower. "Stand up. I'll dry you off," she said, in a small voice. Sadie took a towel and began to dry off the smaller woman. Looking at her, Sadie said, "Hannah... you're so beautiful..." Sadie said. She lightly drew the soft cloth across Sadie's cheeks, and wrapped the towel around Hannah's hair. She then took another towel, and stood behind Hannah. Sadie wiped off her back, in smooth steady strokes, the droplets disappearing into the cloth. Sadie paused, then lowered her head, to kiss the nape of Hannah's neck. She kissed a little upwards, light tastes of Hannah's soft skin. Sadie kissed up Hannah's neck and ear. Her hands reached around Hannah's back, soft strokes of the towel in circles around Hannah's breasts. The towel dropped to the floor. Sadie's hand cupped Hannah's firm breast from underneath. Sadie explored Hannah's breasts, first touching the raised aierola around Hannah's nipple, then the nipple itself. Sadie's lips kissed Hannah's cheek again, then finally found Hannah's own lips. Sadie kissed Hannah, deeply, a low moan emitting deep inside Sadie.

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Hannah tried to regain her breath, shaking both in the chill of the lack of water and her body's attempt to calm itself after- after that. She watched Sadie as she turned off the water, her mind feeling as though she were watching from miles away. What.... what had just happened?

Sadie's hand reached for hers, Hannah reaching to take it cautiously as she noticed the wound on Sadie's arm still. She was trying to forget about that. Stepping onto the cool tile floor, she simply lowered her head, glancing up as Sadie asked her stand straight.

The towel was warm and soft, running against her shivering body with Sadie's strong fingers entwined into it. She glanced at Sadie as she spoke up, the soft words making Hannah blush. A light laugh left her as the towel ran up her cheeks, tickling a bit before Sadie wrapped it around her hair. "I'm.. supposed to be helping you, remember?," she noted with a giggle, her back straightening up once more as Sadie used a new towel against it.

Sadie had stopped. Was something wrong? "You're not hurting, are y-"

She cut short as Sadie's lips met against her neck, her eyes closing as she tipped her head to the side. She could feel the towel roaming around her tummy, the hands behind it directing it up and along her breasts. Hannah moaned softly with Sadie's gentle touches, a slightly louder echo coming as the towel was allowed to leave. Sadie's hands were still quite warm from the shower, the heated fingers that ran up and against her nipple leaving her with shaking legs. She leaned back a bit, finding Sadie there to hold her. The gentle kisses continued against her skin, Hannah eagerly welcoming them against her own lips as her right hand reached back, cradling against the officer's cheek as she kissed her in return.

She wasn't sure why she felt this way. She'd never done anything like this before.
Sadie just seemed so... different.

Hannah felt so comfortable with her, so safe and protected- and felt the need to make sure she was happy and smiling. She wanted to do whatever it took to make that happen.

Her lips pulled free of Sadie's after a moment, Hannah taking a deep breath before letting it out with a gentle moan. "S-Sadie..." She felt like she should say more, but her mouth refused to cooperate. She couldn't create more words, simply more noises; another light groan and whimper before kissing her again.

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Sadie felt Hannah's passion, their lips pressing against themselves deeply, their tongues playing with each other. Sadie tasted the pure taste of water within Hannah's lingering mouth. Sadie broke the kiss, a light tear trailing from her eye, as she smiled into Hannah's beauty.

"Let me... let me just dry you off. Then we... you can dress my wound," Sadie said, her voice a little unsure. She shivered a bit, perhaps because of the cooling water on her skin, no doubt because of more. Her eyes were cast down, as if asking permission. She looked into Hannah's eyes again, then caught herself, and reached for a small towel. She looked down again, trying to avoid Hannah's beautiful breasts. But, then, she began to towel off her chest, in gentle light strokes. Sadie felt Hannah's breast, firm, heavy in Sadie's hands. Sadie's heard beat more rapidly, as she quietly stroked the smaller woman. Sadie then looked into Hannah's eyes, as if to see what she was doing was wrong. Sadie swallowed, then patted dry Hannah's chest.

Then Sadie closed her eyes, and leaned towards the smaller woman. She took the towel, still warm from Hannah's skin, and kissed Hannah again. Sadie gave light kisses down Hannah's neck, lingering at her collarbone. Then she lowered herself, to kiss and lick to top of her breast. Sadie then began to lightly suck, tasting Hannah's skin, embracing Hannah's scent. Sadie held Hannah's breast, feeling it directly within her hand. Sadie's lips found Hannah's nipple and gently drew it within her mouth, Sadie's tongue flicking against the hard nub, her teeth lightly brushing against it.

With her other hand, Sadie caressed Hannah's delicate bottom. She did this to support Hannah, but, as the two embraced in the quiet room, her hand began to explore Hannah's soft cheeks, delicately stroking them. Sadie's breath grew heavier, her other hand joining the other in touching, massaging, Hannah's bottom. Sadie kissed Hannah again, this time more seeking, more wanting, as she pressed Hannah into her. Their breasts pressed into each other, Sadie's firm breasts rubbing against Hannah's. Sadie began panting now, her desperate kisses rising her inner core.

"Oh, Hannah, I want you now," breathed Sadie, kissing her again more deeply.

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Hannah simply smiled as Sadie looked at her, unsure of what to say. This was all so unexpected to her- she had wanted so badly to make Sadie happy, to find that smile by any means she needed to use...

And ended up doing something far, far more unexpected than simply giving her a reassuring hug. She wasn't even sure as to what led her to do that. Was it the heat of the shower, the need to do something- anything- to help make Sadie feel better?

Her attempts at understanding what drove her to reveal this different side to herself were cut short as Sadie trailed the towel along her body, the lingering moments at her breasts bringing up a light stifled hiccup of a groan from the smaller blonde.

The towel left after a few moments, replaced with something else warm, but certainly not the towel. Her eyes cracked open to peer down, sighing softly in contentment at Sadie's warm breath and mouth wandering her skin. As Sadie drew Hannah's nipple into her lips, Hannah let out a soft cry, one hand quickly bracing onto the officer's shoulder at the amazing feel of such a gentle motion. She was thankful as Sadie's hand suddenly held against her backside, keeping her from losing her balance as the warm fingers clung to her bottom.

As Sadie pulled her closer, Hannah arched her back, trying to keep as much contact with this glorious woman as she possibly could. The feel of her breasts against Hannah's flesh left a shiver down her spine, her lips eager to taste more of her kiss.

The whispered words that left Sadie received a murmur in reply, Hannah moaning into her lips as the officer kissed her once again. Her own tongue wandered the woman's lips, sneaking in between to playfully run along hers. Her fingers clung tightly to Sadie's shoulder and back, refusing to let go of her.

"Please...," She whispered, her lips pulling free of Sadie's long enough to mumble the word. She wanted more, much more. Those words left the burning embers inside her now to be a roaring flame, desperate to find more fuel to keep it from going out.

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Please...

Sadie smiled a melancholy smile, and finally accepted herself and Hannah's words. "Certainly," she smiled, a slight tear down her face. Sadie deeply kissed Hannah again. Sadie gave a low murmur and she again explored Hannah's lips... tongue... mouth... with her own. Sadie's body slid along Hannah's, their breasts massaging other, still slightly soapy from the shower. Sadie's own nipples were taut, hard, sliding across and within the smaller woman's valley and peaks of her breasts. Sadie let out warm gasps as she felt Hannah against herself.

Sadie's fingers grasped Hannah's shoulders, pulling herself to the lovely, smaller, woman. Sadie emitted a deep moan as she kissed her. Finally breaking the kiss, Sadie stroked Hannah's hair. The towel slowly fell to the floor, allowing Hannah's blond hair to cascade down her shoulders. "You look beautiful," said Sadie, brushing the wet locks of hair from Hannah's cheeks. "Truly beautiful," she almost, holding her breath as she again kissed Hannah.

Sadie held Hannah tight, as the bathroom walls echoed with their shallow heated breath. Sadie wanted to climax again, but by touching Hannah more closely, more intimately. Sadie's driving need made her want Hannah even more. Sadie wanted to touch Hannah's sex, to feel this other woman's slit. Sadie wanted to taste Hannah, from her swollen bosom to her shaven pussy. The fire within Sadie's heated core began to take her. Then...

Sadie embraced Hannah. "We..." she slowly said. "We need to go to bed." She relaxed when she finally said it. Bed. Such a short word. "Please." Sadie held out her wounded hand. "It needs changing first."

[Mephistophelily]

Hannah let out a soft whimper as Sadie pushed her away gently, her lips refusing to let go of the officer's as the kiss lingered. Regretfully releasing her finally, she glanced up as the towel that had been idly being brushed over her hair managed to fall to the floor, Hannah managing a meek smile at Sadie with her words. Her compliments were wonderful, making a light twinge of red brush her cheeks.

Her kiss drew away the blush that had claimed her, Hannah finding a new source of heat in her lust for Sadie. She wanted to make her happy again, to find the wonderful bliss that came from hearing her voice, tasting her skin, exploring her body-

Hannah closed her eyes as Sadie suddenly hugged her, the soft slow whisper in her ear receiving a rather confined nod in response. Yes... bed...

Oh.
But her arm.

Yes, that needed help first.

"I'll get... bandages...," Hannah replied rather slowly, as if finding those words was the hardest thing she had done all evening. Her hand roamed the counter blindly, finally finding the small white roll of gauze and the tiny bottle of iodine. "I don't want to hurt you," She whimpered, her eyes meeting Sadie's with a frightened tone in them. "Even if it's helping you, I don't want to hurt you..."

Hesitantly, she began to pull off the stained wrap, her lips clenched together as she neared the actual wound. Ohh, no, she didn't like that at all. Closing her eyes, she removed the last of it and cautiously opened her eyes once again, dabbing a very light coating of the fluid along the gash. Quickly wrapping it back up in fresh cloth, she gently placed a comforting kiss against it- more for her own reassurance on it being a gesture of kindness than any actual attempt at soothing pain- before looking back up to Sadie with a smile.

"All better... for now..."

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"Even if it's helping you, I don't want to hurt you..."

"You're not hurting me at all. You could never hurt me. You make me feel wonderful." Sadie lightly brushed aside Hannah's beautiful blond hair, and stroked her cheek with the back of her hand. It was a strange feeling, no, not discovering her sexuality, but reassuring this woman, as she was helping her. Sadie never felt this way. She was either alone and resilient, or alone and crying. Now, she had someone. Yet neither was alone as savior nor rescued.

Sadie looked down as Hannah, almost childlike, tended to her wound. Hannah was brave for not giving in to the kidnapper, she was brave to choose to hide here, away from her family, yet she had to close her eyes when unwrapping the gauze. Sadie gave Hannah another reassuring touch. "It's okay... it's okay... you're doing a good job," Sadie said, as Hannah applied the iodine. It stung, but Sadie knew her arm was healing.

"All better... for now..."

"I have a very good nurse," Sadie smiled. Hannah's kiss on her bandages made Sadie smile as well. Sadie gently put her fingertips under Hannah's chin and lifted her to her lips to kiss. Sadie then took the bathrobes and wrapped them around herself and Hannah. The thick thirsty robes clung to the women's gently drying bodies. Sadie took Hannah by the hand, and led her to the bedroom. There was only one bed in the house, but Sadie now wanted it no other way.

She lay back the covers, and sat back on the bed. She reclined and beckoned Hannah to join her. "Your patient is ready, nurse," Sadie joked. It was the sense of humor Sadie showed in years. "Care to examine me for anything else that I need you for?"