cgraven
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"Good evening officer, please come in and let me know how I can be of service."
Jane’s voice was casual even there was not the slightest hint that she recognized Boris. He stepped within her flat, then closed the door.
All the pent up longing, the forced separation was in that kiss, all the desperate love of this most unlikely couple the old spy master the young intellectual.
"Come in."
She seemed almost giddy to him even younger than he remembered her hair drawn back in a pony tail, the way her leotard hugging the sensual curves of her body. Jane’s flat was a reflection of her the furnishings soft and feminine, the book self crammed and overflowing, showing her intellectual thirst for knowledge.
Settling him onto the couch she slipped down to kneel at his feet, her head resting on his knee, her voice soft and yearning. "Gods how I've missed you Boris. But you can't stay long, not like this. My watchers were outside this morning and if they saw a bobby enter they won't expect him to stay long. I want you so much ever cell in my body aches with it but we must act with care, I won't put you in harms way."
The wicked little smile as she looked lovingly up to Boris left him no doubt that Jane had insured that they where safe from prying ears.
“I see Jane that your consent companions are still hanging about, your father is I fear a very persistent man.”
He gently stroked her rich chestnut hair as he spoke letting his fingers play in its silken strands.
“Jane I can not bear to leave you again I love you.”
The words that he had feared to speak to this young vibrant beauty had been spoken. He realized that despite what she had written Jane might have second thoughts. After all she was so young and he well not so young any more.
“Jane will you come with me ?”
Boris lips brushed Jane’s the kiss long and lingering, his hand took from his pocket a delicate velvet chocker of midnight blue and he placed in Jane’s hand.
Jane’s voice was casual even there was not the slightest hint that she recognized Boris. He stepped within her flat, then closed the door.
All the pent up longing, the forced separation was in that kiss, all the desperate love of this most unlikely couple the old spy master the young intellectual.
"Come in."
She seemed almost giddy to him even younger than he remembered her hair drawn back in a pony tail, the way her leotard hugging the sensual curves of her body. Jane’s flat was a reflection of her the furnishings soft and feminine, the book self crammed and overflowing, showing her intellectual thirst for knowledge.
Settling him onto the couch she slipped down to kneel at his feet, her head resting on his knee, her voice soft and yearning. "Gods how I've missed you Boris. But you can't stay long, not like this. My watchers were outside this morning and if they saw a bobby enter they won't expect him to stay long. I want you so much ever cell in my body aches with it but we must act with care, I won't put you in harms way."
The wicked little smile as she looked lovingly up to Boris left him no doubt that Jane had insured that they where safe from prying ears.
“I see Jane that your consent companions are still hanging about, your father is I fear a very persistent man.”
He gently stroked her rich chestnut hair as he spoke letting his fingers play in its silken strands.
“Jane I can not bear to leave you again I love you.”
The words that he had feared to speak to this young vibrant beauty had been spoken. He realized that despite what she had written Jane might have second thoughts. After all she was so young and he well not so young any more.
“Jane will you come with me ?”
Boris lips brushed Jane’s the kiss long and lingering, his hand took from his pocket a delicate velvet chocker of midnight blue and he placed in Jane’s hand.
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