Shackled

[Fish_Tales]

It wasn’t long before Paul approached the entrance to the corridor leading to the theatres and announced that Casablanca was showing.

“He’s gotta use a new movie someday,” muttered Carl, shaking his head.

The three of them got up and followed Paul back into the depths of the theatre.

“How are you doing, Paulie?” asked Carl.

Not bad,” he said. “But you guys promised I could join this year to help you. I’m nineteen now you know.”

Carl winked at Hansen.

“I know,” said Hansen, “but you do a great job for us already. Not everyone can be in the field.”

“That’s true,” said Carl. “Everyone has their part to play. Do you think it’s easy for Liam here to go around picking up beautiful damsels in distress and showering them with his talents? It’s dirty, but someone has to do it, right Liam?”

Paul snorted with laughter.

Hansen rolled his eyes as Carl patted him on the back.

“See what I have to put up with, Irish,” he said to Emma.

They were led into Jimmy’s control room and he was sitting at a large table. They all went over to him. None of them sat.

“Back so quickly, Liam,” said the red haired Jimmy. He nodded to Carl and then to Emma with a crooked smile. “Carl. And the beautiful Emma.”

“I see you’re still trying to grow that poor excuse for a beard,” said Carl. “I’m all for persistence, but five years? Shave it off man.”

Jimmy winced and Carl started laughing at him.

“Ok,” said Hansen, turning to Jimmy, “let’s get back on track here. I noticed you had a feed from a government camera on the bar where Carl and I er, found Emma.”

Jimmy nodded.

“I was wondering,” he continued, “if you keep records of what you record?”

Jimmy rolled his eyes.

“Of course, I do. For at least a month. It gives us background on any jobs that we may need to do.”

Hansen nodded. “Good. Let’s have a look at the feed for that night. Just make it an hour before I showed up.”

Jimmy nodded and got up and walked to a large desk surrounded by a bank of screens. He pressed a screen and then pulled up the scene at the front of the bar. He actually had two screens with two different views, one of the entrance and one of the street out the front.

He kept fast forwarding till Hansen and Emma were in the bar. The operative that had been watching them was already in there because there was no footage of him entering.

Carl nodded and murmured, “Yes, he was already in there before you two.”

Jimmy kept fast forwarding until two black cars drove into view. An SPF got out of one car and walked over to the other car. The window slid down on the car.

Hansen, Carl and Jimmy all looked at each other at the same time.

“Fuck!” said Jimmy.

Hansen looked at Emma who had a quizzical look on her face.

“That’s Blaxland. The guy I told you about. He used to be our commander.”

Hansen shook his head.

Carl spoke up.

“He’ll know our moves better than we do,” he said. “Shit, he trained us.”

“This vaccine Emma was working on must really be worrying them for Blaxland to be personally dealing with it,” said Hansen. “It can’t be just about money. They definitely want to use it and get rid of some problems.”

Carl nodded and looked toward Emma and then back to Hansen.

“So?” he said.

Hansen had a grim look on his face, but his lip curled in a smile.

“So….” he said, “it changes nothing. We just have to be more careful about how we plan things. The fucker has really sold out if he’s doing jobs personally.”

The all sat there in silence, watching the screens as the carnage that Carl had instigated played out. They watch the operative walking out of the bar, the bomb down his pants and then Carl detonating it remotely. There were a lot of SPFs taken out. Blaxland wouldn’t be happy with that. He would take it personally. If there was one thing he had, it was loyalty to his charges. Even when he’d turned, he’d tried to recruit Hansen and his team to the other side, both to use them and to protect them. Now he was one of them.

Hansen broke the silence.

“Emma, your friend. We have to bring him in,” he said. He didn’t let her speak. “I haven’t told you, but Bonnie has been watching him for his own protection. She knows everything. One of the Chans is with her and they’ll bring him in. We need to talk to him and find out what you guys need and where we go from here.”

He turned to her. His face looked grim, but all of this had just made him more determined.

“Ok?”

He turned back to Carl.

“Looks like we’ve found the reason to all get back together. Can you organise that? It’ll probably be tomorrow before we can all meet. I’ll talk to Laura and the other Chans.”

Carl nodded and spoke, his face hard, all humour gone.

“Killing is my business and it looks like the market just went up. Time to buy in.”

 

[EklectikChik]

The mood in the room turned in a hurry as soon as the men realized who they were dealing with and Emma felt a pang of anxiousness hit her. She listened silently to Carl and Liam, shoving her hands in her pockets. Liam's face was grim and made her worry all the more. From what he had told her about Blaxland, this was not a man to be fucked with or go against and yet he had done it before. But not without a price, she knew.

“So….” he said, “it changes nothing. We just have to be more careful about how we plan things. The fucker has really sold out if he’s doing jobs personally.”

She let out a soft wavering breath and nodded slightly, dropping her gaze down her scuffed sneakers before moving her gaze back up to the screens. Watching everything like it was a movie felt surreal because she had lived it. Had been part of the action. She wanted to lean into Liam and hug him close just for a second, but wasn't going to look like a simpering little girl around Jimmy or Carl.

“Emma, your friend. We have to bring him in,” he said. He didn’t let her speak. “I haven’t told you, but Bonnie has been watching him for his own protection. She knows everything. One of the Chans is with her and they’ll bring him in. We need to talk to him and find out what you guys need and where we go from here.”

She nodded, feeling her nerves kick into high gear and a strange mixture of relief. So Simon was alright. So far anyway. From what she'd experienced alright, she knew that could change in a hurry, but if Liam's team was on it, she was fairly confident he would make it to her alive. So she kept her mouth shut and tried to breath. Her mind scrambling for all the things they would need.

“Looks like we’ve found the reason to all get back together. Can you organize that? It’ll probably be tomorrow before we can all meet. I’ll talk to Laura and the other Chans.”

The mention of Laura put a slight sour taste in her mouth, but she swallowed it back. Put your big girl panties on Emma. She told herself. She didn't have claim to Liam. They had just shared a moment, nothing more or less. Right? And yet in her heart a small nagging voice told her no. It had been more. She told that little voice to shut up and wondered if Liam's condition wasn't contagious. Talking to little voice. She smiled wryly and shook her heat. Liam gave her a questioning look and she shrugged.

They were set to go again, but before they left, she thanked Jimmy for his help and gave Carl a big hug. “Be safe big guy.” Nothing seemed to phase him and his beefy arms pulled her close and gave her a breathtaking squeeze. She laughed and coughed, tapping his shoulder.

“Hey now!” Jimmy protested. “I didn't get a hug, what the fuck!?”

Emma grinned as she linked her hand with Liam's and began walking away, “When you shave, I'll think about it.”

 

[Fish_Tales]

Hansen still felt good. The drug should have been well into doing whatever it was it did and he hadn’t heard The Voice since it had started to take effect. He could think a lot more clearly.

Hello?

Nothing.

Good. Sometimes it’s better to have an empty head.

He smiled to himself. He’d been accused often of having an empty head and this was one time when he would gladly accept it.

Once everyone had finished their goodbyes and Emma had effectively offended Jimmy, they were on their way out the back entrance. Carl and Jimmy were going to organise how to bring in Emma’s colleague and Hansen would contact Laura and the Chans. They would have a meeting at his place. It was the safest location. He wasn’t sure of the dynamics of having Laura and Bonnie there, especially with Emma staying at his place.

Surely everyone will be mature about it?

They picked their way through the garbage in the back lane, Hansen holding Emma’s hand as if he’d been doing it all his life. Once they were out on the main street he paused.

“We have a lot of work to do, Irish. I just want to do one more thing and then we’ll had back home to do some planning.”

Home.

He was talking to her like she lived there. Well, she did at the moment, so he figured it was true. He didn’t know for how long, but they had been thrust together for now under extraordinary circumstances and that was the way it was.

Emma nodded. She was probably looking forward to a shorter and less tiring day than yesterday. His mind went back to last night.

Probably stayed up longer than we should have.

Hansen would have blushed, but he wasn’t the blushing type.

He wanted to find out who had access to the SPF offices housing the main computer. Then he could organise to have the shackles broken.

“Ok, let’s walk this way.”

He turned and walked hand in hand with Emma towards the centre of the city. In his other hand, he held his comms unit. He punched in a message.

Tomorrow. My place. 1pm. Mrs. Chan will bring lunch (thanks!). Flannery.

He put in Mrs. Chan and Laura’s details and pressed send. He waited till he heard the familiar beep of the completed sending process and then slipped the unit back into his pocket.

Flannery was the name he used in case someone grabbed his comms unit and tried to find his contacts. Anyone sending a message to meet without using that name would not get a response.

“Just organising lunch tomorrow,” he said to Emma. “It should be, er, interesting.”

He kept walking with Emma and then heard two beeps in quick succession. He kept walking, but pulled out the unit.

Of course I will bring lunch.

He smiled.

Mrs. Chan.

He checked the other message.

Goodie. A lunch date. Yum.

Laura.

Shit.

Hansen saw a group of SPFs sitting around drinking coffee and eating donuts.

Cops haven’t changed much over the years.

The cops standing around gave him an idea. He pulled out the comms unit. He had to be careful. The team would be surprised at getting this much communication from him. He was being downright chatty for him.

Can you get me the name of an SPF that operates out of the main offices. One watching Simon would be ideal. Ta.

He sent the message to Bonnie. She would know. She would have scoped every SPF involved in the surveillance of Simon and know where they were from.

The message was returned within less than a minute.

Flannery. Long time no hear. Or anything else. No worries. I have two here. Details to follow. I believe we are having lunch tomorrow. Your place. Goodie. Yum

Bonnie.

Fuck. They were as bad as each other, she and Laura. I hope it all goes smoothly.

It had been months since they’d all met together. It would be good, even though the circumstances weren’t the best. It was what it was. They had to keep their heads down and staying apart was the easiest way. When they all got together, things usually got blown up and people got killed. Better to not meet too often.

He’d almost forgotten that he had Emma’s hand, but he felt her starting to tire.

“Sorry, Irish,” he said, still walking. “One more thing and we’re done. We’re having a party tomorrow.”

He heard Emma giggle. He spoke again.

"And we need some fireworks.”

No laugh from her this time.

She’s catching on.

 

[EklectikChik]

As per usual, Emma was having to take two steps to Liam's one. They didn't talk much after leaving the theater, but her certainly was busy with the messages. Her eyes scanned the crowds as they weaved through people together, her hand in his, their bodies staying close and familiar. While she took in the little details, her mind still wandered to their shared night. She wasn't particularly looking forward to seeing Laura and vaguely began to wonder about Bonnie. Had they slept together as well? And was she bothered? Not really...what would bother her was Laura's slinky sexy body rubbing up again Liam like a cat in heat.

A party? She laughed, but quickly sobered when she realized that Liam's idea of a party was nowhere near normal. With her lips pressed together and unusually silent, she began to mentally calculate the plan for her and Simon and anyone else that could help. She had the information needed, the trick was creating the serum. Simon could do it. He was a virtual genius in the lab, which made him so valuable...just as she was. Too valuable and too dangerous now.

Gnawing on her lower lip, she forced her sore legs to keep on moving. “They are out in force today.” she muttered softly, mostly to herself as she noticed the SPF units. It made her all the more nervous being out and about, but so far there hadn't been much of a hitch, so she trusted Liam to get her home safely. Back to their place. It had a nice ring to it, but not a thought she cared to linger on in that moment. They had bigger issues to deal with.

 

[Fish_Tales]

Emma had noticed the increased activity of the SPFs on the streets today. It didn’t necessarily mean it was about them, but they still had to be careful. One of the advantages of hiding in the city was that you were more difficult to find than if you were holed up somewhere isolated. In the city, no one noticed you going about your business. People were too busy to worry about anyone but themselves. You could be unlucky, but it was less likely.

“They are out in force today,” said Emma softly.

Hansen gripped her hand more tightly and kept walking.

“Yes,” he said. “But maybe it’s not about us.”

Maybe.

“I just need to see about a few things,” he continued, “and then we’re done again.” He looked across at her. “Sorry about all the walking.”

They were walking down one of the main streets, down a hill towards the water. It looked like the water always looked – dirty.

Hansen could remember where he came from. The blue water.

They’ve probably fucked that too.

He crossed the street when he saw a break in traffic and pulled Emma with him. They walked a further fifty or so metres down the other side and then Hansen walked into a model toy shop. He looked at Emma and winked.

“We should get something for the kids.”

A buzzer went off out the back as they walked through the door. Hansen stood just inside the shop holding Emma’s hand and looking at the toys. He wasn’t here for toys.

He heard footsteps from the back of the store and turned to look.

A big man came out of the doorway. He was tall, taller than Carl and just as solid. He saw Hansen and a crooked smile crossed his face. He walked a little more quickly towards them and held out his hand. Hansen shook it.

“Liam, what brings you here?” said the big man, running his other hand through brown hair streaked with grey.

“Oh, just a lovely warm day to go for walk with my girl,” he said smiling at Emma mischievously. “Finley, this is Emma. Emma, Finley.”

Hansen let go of Emma’s hand so the two could shake.

“So this is the girl causing all of the trouble,” Finely said smiling. “I should have known it would be a girl.”

Hansen felt his ears go a little warm.

“Er, yeah, well, Emma is working on something that the government wants. She’s in their way.”

“Aren’t we all,” murmured Finley.

“I’m looking for some plastic,” said Hansen.

“Ahh,” smiled the big man, “you’re taking her on a date. Everyone has to go on a date.” He winked at Emma.

“I don’t need much,” interrupted Hansen, “but I need wire and detonators too.”

The big man nodded.

“Doesn’t have to be today,” Hansen continued, “we’re meeting at my place tomorrow. I would like you to come. I think I’ll need you.”

The big man smiled again.

“Yes, of course,” he said. “I was feeling all left out that I hadn’t been contacted yet. I’ll be there. I’ll talk to Carl. We’ll go together.”

The two men and Emma stood there for a few moments as if they were thinking. Then Finley spoke.

“Liam. When you say you don’t need much, how much is not much?”

Hansen looked at him.

“Oh, only enough to blow up SPF Headquarters.”

“Ahh,” said Finley, “only that much not much.”

Hansen nodded. He looked at Emma.

She probably doesn’t know what the fuck we’re talking about. She’ll find out when we get back. I need a beer.

“You’ll be there tomorrow. We’ll talk then.”

“With bells on,” he said, “if I wasn’t so macho.”

Hansen laughed.

“You could turn up in a pink tutu and half the room would still be scared.”

Finley snorted out a laugh.

“Yes, I suppose they would.”

Hansen grabbed Emma’s hand again. It had just become the normal thing for him to do now. Hang on to Emma.

Protect her.

Hansen's face turned serious.

“I could have called, but I wanted to see you, to make sure. Everyone in this has to want to be in this. It won’t be easy.”

“Don’t be silly, Liam,” he said. “Not be involved at a chance to cause some damage to the government and blow up some SPFs? Never!”

They both laughed and then Hansen started to walk towards the door.

“We’d best be off home. Poor old Emma here must feel like she’s training for the Olympics.”

“Wait!” called out Finley when they were nearly at the door.

“Yeah?” said Hansen turning around. He had Emma in front of him, but he stood high over her head and looked at Finley.

“Laura and Bonnie are coming?” he asked.

Hansen nodded. “Yes.”

“And Emma here is coming?” he said looking at her.

“Yes.”

Finley looked like his face was about to smile, but he held it straight.

“I’ll bring enough plastic for two SPF Headquarters.”

Hansen, still standing behind Emma, looked at him and rolled his eyes.

“I’m sure everything will be fine,” he said opening the door and pulling gently on Emma’s hand again. “Fine.”

As the door closed slowly behind him, he could hear Finley laughing. “Sure, sure….”

Oh ye of little faith.

I need a beer.

“Home it is for now, Irish. Time for some talk and rest.”

 

[EklectikChik]

Emma was tired and a little confused. She certainly wasn't sure what the two men had gone on about, but she instantly liked Finley. That was until he mentioned Bonnie and Laura. A small frown wrinkled her brow as she gave Finley a questioning look, but the older man gave nothing away as Liam gently tugged her through the door again and out into the open.

Home...sounded good. They didn't talk much on the way back, walking swiftly and carefully through the crowds until they finally made it to their small sanctuary. Emma's legs were on fire, sore and ready for a rest, but her mind hadn't stopped working. And her stomach was grumbling for attention. She needed food and strong dose of caffeine.

“Well, that certainly was productive or so it seemed.” She murmured, kicking off her sneakers and sighing with relief as she wiggled her sock clad toes. From behind she heard Liam moving, unzipping his jacket and removing his weapons as she padded across the room and straight for the kitchen. “I'll make us something to eat while you unload.” She shot over her shoulder and began preparing the coffee before pulling out the fixings for sandwiches. Obviously Finley thought the other two women on the team would have something to say. Obviously, Liam had been involved with both and everyone was waiting for a fight to break out. She wanted to think she was above all that catty stuff, but then again, had never had to worry about these sort of things. Her dating life had been very minimal.

Gnawing on her bottom lip, she busied herself around the tiny kitchen, trying to shove away her worries. What was the point? They had slept together once. They weren't in love...were they? That was silly, they barely knew each other. Had only shared one night of mutual pleasure. They were both consenting adults and had much more to worry and think about.

With plates fixed and mugs of steaming hot coffee finished, she served everything up with a small smile and once again as soon as her eyes fixed themselves on his handsome face, her pulse skittered out of control. “So...what are we discussing?” She asked casually, plopping her bottom down before picking up her food and taking a bite.

 

[Fish_Tales]

They walked back to his place without much fuss. She was a willing partner, he thought. They’d done a lot of walking in the past few days and she’d been uncomplaining. She also knew when to stick to him to follow the paths of least resistance and exposure.

Intelligence has a lot to do with it....

....and a fear of dying.

Whatever it was, he didn’t care. Emma fitted in and the only shame was that in this instance, she was the target.

When they finally walked in the door, she kicked off her shoes.

“I'll make us something to eat while you unload,” she said.

He was glad to be free of the gun. Walking around with it in his pants for such long periods could get tiresome, but he didn’t wear a holster for fear it would be spotted and also because he could get quicker access to it in case of a confrontation. He watched Emma walking around, trying to get some looseness into her muscles.

“That would be good, Irish,” he said quietly. "Thanks."

It didn’t take her long to be busily preparing sandwiches and coffee. He watched her work. He could really get used to this. He appreciated her effort. She must be tired herself. He would have preferred a beer, but for the moment he was happy to have the sandwich and coffee. She worked effectively, with the bearing of someone who did whatever they did with the greatest care, whether it be working on a drug to cure a virus or making a humble sandwich. Her brown hair hung on her shoulders and her petite hands worked quickly. He didn’t regret last night. He hoped that she didn’t….

The beer can wait.

Emma put the food down on the bench and then tiredly sat down on one of the stools. He moved over to her. He was absorbed in his thoughts, admittedly mainly of her, and he was enjoying the silence. Of course, it didn’t last.

He nearly smiled.

I don’t mind so much now, Irish.

“So...what are we discussing?” she said, before taking a bite of her sandwich.

He walked over slowly to the bench next to her and sat down. He had a bite of his sandwich and then had a sip of his coffee. Strong, just the way he liked it. Shit, she was nearly making it better for him than he did himself. He slowly finished chewing his small bite of the sandwich and swallowed.

“We’re going to try and have Simon here tomorrow,” he said. “Between the two of you, you’ll be able to let us know what you need. There are facilities we can commandeer in the east, but closer to here I’m not so sure. Bonnie will be able to tell us.”

She nodded as he took another small bite of his sandwich.

He smiled at her.

“Keep feeding me like this and I’ll start looking like Carl,” he said.

He kept looking at her. His voice was low.

Shit, mate, she's only a woman you're helping. So what about last night?

For a second he was worried, but then he realised it was his own mind and not The Voice.

“We also really need to disarm the shackles. I can’t see how you can do your work and how I can do my work if we have the restriction of them on us. Not that I haven’t enjoyed being close to you….” his voice trailed off.

He knew what he wanted to do.

Ah, fuck it.

He placed his coffee cup back on the bench and sat on the edge of his stool so that their knees were barely apart.

“”Irish,” he whispered. “I never thought I would feel like this again or that I should even be feeling like this now, but….”

He leaned forward and put one hand under her chin to lift it slightly. He looked into her brown eyes and noticed the light dancing on the golden flecks in them. He gently pulled her chin slightly closer and planted a light kiss on her lips. He moved his head back to look at her again. They were both silent for a few moments.

Yep.

That’s better than the beer.

 

[EklectikChik]

She watched him eat as she waited for his answer and when he finally spoke, she listened intently and processed the info, digesting it silently. Then he smiled and his voice dipped low, making her feel all funny inside.

“Keep feeding me like this and I’ll start looking like Carl,” he said.

His eyes took her in and for a long moment she just held his gaze, her heart kicking up again. “Well, maybe a like my men a little beefier.” She teased, her eyes sparkling. My men? She worried what he would think of that! It dawned on her that she was slowly staking claim. Thankfully he didn't continue along the lines of that conversation and returned to the problem at hand.

“We also really need to disarm the shackles. I can’t see how you can do your work and how I can do my work if we have the restriction of them on us. Not that I haven’t enjoyed being close to you….” his voice trailed off.

She swallowed another bite and gaze at him, wondering what he was thinking. His eyes were intense as he moved closer, their knees almost brushing.

“”Irish,” he whispered. “I never thought I would feel like this again or that I should even be feeling like this now, but….”

Her breath hitched gently as he cupped her face and tilted her chin up. She watched with wide eyes as he moved in and planted a soft kiss on her lips. Her fingers trembled as they slid over his chest, feeling the solidness of his body, the warmth of his skin radiating through his shirt. Her tongue came out to swipe her bottom lip, wanting to taste more of him. Scooting her bottom closer, she slid her knees between his and and bumped her nose against his own, wanting to get closer. To crawl into his lap and have him hold her. Forget about explosives and shackles, Bonnie and Laura and the whole damn mess.

“The feeling is mutual.” she whispered back, “Although I've never felt like this before...and...well...” She paused and sighed, laughing softly. “This is crazy...” She finally said, unable to put the rest into words. She didn't want to dampen the mood by talking about Bonnie and Laura and whatever other conquests he had under his belt. She knew he wasn't feeding her some line just to get back into her pants. There was no need and Liam was better than that. She knew he wasn't going to bullshit her. So shutting off her worries, she slid her fingers higher, caressing his neck, moving in to press her lips to his again.

 

[Fish_Tales]

He didn’t regret kissing her at all and was relieved that she didn’t pull away.

She slid on her stool to move closer towards him and her knees were between his. Her hands were running over his chest and abdomen as she continued to kiss him. He could feel her tongue in her mouth, pushing at her lip, but his couldn’t quite find it through all of the things he was trying to do at once. The feeling of her hands over him was strengthening his resolve that he was not ashamed of last night and that tonight would be the same again.

“The feeling is mutual.” she whispered back, “Although I've never felt like this before...and...well...this is crazy...”

She was laughing softly. In his mind, he agreed. All one could do was laugh. She was a scientist, he was a killer. They were shackled together and they were trying to stop the government and corporations from making a profit by decimating the world’s poor. No one could have written this script. If they had, they would have been told it was too far-fetched.

He pulled his mouth back slightly from hers.

“The whole thing is crazy, Irish,” he said. “The whole thing.”

He felt her soft hands on the back of his neck and her face came closer to his.

All the better for kissing.

He pressed his lips to hers and worked his tongue to open her mouth. He wanted to taste her, everywhere, and this was only a sweet beginning. It was still early in the day, not even dark yet, but that meant they now had longer to enjoy each other.

His tongue found hers and he ran his arms around her waist, his hands sliding down to her butt to pull her closer. She was right on the edge of her seat, so he moved himself closer as well.

It was like he had known her for years, not days.

And all he could think of was kissing her.

Kissing her and holding her.

Just make sure she lives.

He nearly panicked, but then relaxed. It wasn’t The Voice, it was him.

His mind went blank as the physical took over. Her hands were small and soft, but they were enough for him. More than enough. They felt cool on the back of his neck, but he knew he’d want them everywhere. He’d want to feel her everywhere.

For now, this was a delicious entrée.

It almost felt like the first time. Last night he had been under the influence of the Palanozol and there had been an urgency to their lovemaking due to their tiredness. Tonight they had as long as they needed or wanted.

Time.

Entrée.

This time he was going to have main and dessert.

And enjoy it.

 

[EklectikChik]

The kissing seemed to go on and on, both of them shifting and moving until she was literally sitting in his lap, her thighs straddling his lap and bottom fitting snugly against the tops of his thighs as he caressed her slender back and tight ass.

She lost herself in the taste of him, his mouth firm, but gentle, meeting her kiss for kiss as she tugged at his short hair and busily slid her fingers over his neck, back and shoulders while she rocked ever so slightly against him.

He was making her ache again, the feeling sharp and throbbing, begging to be sated. But while her panties were becoming wetter by the minute, she pushed the urges aside. She wanted to linger, wanted to remember every detail. The way his tongue slid against her own and how they played, nipping and sucking, nibbling in turn on warm skin.

Her head dropped back as he trailed his mouth over the smooth column of her neck and then jerked slightly and giggled as he breathed against her ear and nipped her earlobe. "Ah! Tickles!" She gasped, but a delicious shiver of pleasure raced down her spine all the same and made her shudder, her hips grinding against his lap as she turned her face again and captured his mouth in a hot, wet kiss.

 

[Fish_Tales]

Feeling her against him made him forget everything else. He was standing now, the stools not allowing him the contact his body craved. Their mouths were locked together and their tongues slowly felt out each other.

He grabbed her butt cheeks more tightly and then pulled her towards him, sliding her off her stool so that she was standing in front of him. He pressed her firmly towards him, grinding her into his groin, making no effort to hide how aroused she made him feel.

Now he could run his hands up higher, so that one was running up and down her back slowly, and the other was lightly wrapped in her hair and forcing her face towards him, giving him better access to her sweet mouth.

He ground himself into Emma, almost trying to fuse himself into her. He could feel her body responding.

He pulled his mouth away for a few moments.

“No regrets….” He whispered lightly in her ear and then went back to kissing her.

Her breasts pressed into his chest through her t shirt and it was all he could do to not rip her clothes off right there at the kitchen bench. He knew he’d felt like this before, but it was different too.

They didn’t know each other that well, but it meant nothing. Only now meant something and they had all night to work out what that something was.

But for now, he just had to feel her, explore her, use her, fuck her….

“I….think….we….should….move….to….the….bed….Emma….” he panted.

He pushed himself into her one final time and then lifted her up by grabbing her ass in his hand and lifting her off the ground a few inches while pressed against him. She had hardly any weight at all, but the tightness of her body against his only inflamed him further. Plus, this way they could keep kissing as he walked her to the bed.

The bed.

Yes, that would be a good idea.

 

[EklectikChik]

Emma gasped as he lifted her, his hands firmly lifting her ass. With the first step towards the bed had Emma pulling her legs up and wrapping them around his waist with a soft moan that was muffled between their mouths. She was just as hungry as he was, her hands exploring, touching, groping, wanting him...naked.

He made her feel so small and delicate and his kisses alone inflame her need. She'd never felt so ready, so quickly. The ache was frustrating and brought out her shameless side. She rubbed her breasts against his chest as her mouth sucked on his lower lip and bite down, tugging at it before swiping it with her tongue to sooth the pain. Something about him made her want to mark him, brand him as hers. Which was insane, because he wasn't hers apart from in that moment.

Each step to the bed made her shift her weight slightly, grinding against his hardness, the heat between their jeans and friction was fast making her whimper and arch against him. He mumbled against her mouth, something that sounded like 'hold on'. She yelped in surprise as he leaned forward and instinctively clung to him, her arms and legs tightening. Her soft laughter fill the room as he crawled onto the bed, with her holding on for dear life. The sound sweet, pure and happy, but swiftly changing to another moan as he pressed down into her body and covered her with his weight.

Once again her mouth got busy, her breaths soft and panting as well as she licked the length of his neck and then nibbled on his skin, her nipples painfully hard as she pushed them against his hard unyielding chest.

 

[Fish_Tales]

Emma pressed herself hard against him and wrapped her legs around his waist so that his hardness was shoved into her. His pants were becoming uncomfortable as he became stiffer.

Plenty of time for that.

She was becoming hotter herself and she lightly bit his bottom lip and then ran her tongue along it to soothe it. The walk forced his cock to rub against her through their clothing and it did little to reduce the ache he felt down there. He needed to cum so badly and he thought he might need to satisfy his immediate urges so that he could relax into a long slow rhythm for her.

Shit, I feel like a teenager.

He got to the bed.

“Hold on,” he murmured softly and then leaned over the bed. She clung to him with her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He moved along the bed with her clinging on underneath him and then he let his arms down slowly as they finally collapsed onto the mattress. She was laughing at the whole situation and it made him feel like this was the right thing to be doing.

You’re a good one, Irish.

He let his weight fall onto her and he lay between her legs as they splayed out to accommodate him. He could feel her hard nipples pressing into his chest through their t shirts. He enjoyed feeling her pleasure and it only made him harder than he thought possible.

Her mouth was all over him, licking his neck and then lightly nibbling the same places. He pressed down onto her, dry humping her crotch while running his hands through her soft brown hair. He kissed her on the forehead and then pressed his arms up so that his chest was off hers. He pushed back a little and then was kneeling between her legs. He missed the touch of her mouth on him, but he had to get his t shirt off.

He ran his hands along the bottom of the shirt and then pulled it up quickly in one motion and it was off. He threw it onto the floor and looked down at her.

“I don’t think I’ll be needing that,” he said with a smile.

Then he dropped himself back down so that his bare chest was on her. She still had her shirt on, but he could feel her better and her soft hands on his body were making him feel like he was going to melt from the heat.

His mouth found hers. He gently pushed his tongue to pry open her mouth and look for hers.

There was nothing else in his mind.

Just her.

Emma.

 

[EklectikChik]

He felt so good to hear and his smile made her smile. She sighed as his warm skin was bared, her hands moving over the smooth warmth of it as he captured her mouth with his own. Her tongue snuck out to meet his, slowly stroking against his own in a timeless dance that had them both shivering with pleasure. It amazed her how his kisses could be so sweet and sensual, while the rest of him was hard and obviously just as eager as her.

Gently her nails scored his skin and then fingers smoothed over the marks as they kissed and he rocked between her thighs. The ache was unbearable and her panties were becoming increasingly wet with growing desire. His name slipped from her lips as they parted for a breath, her pretty face flushed, eyes bright and lips swollen and moist. She made a pretty picture, glowing and ready for him as her fingers messed up his hair and slid down his spine as far as she could reach. Then slowly they journey back up , over his shoulders and down his chest.

The way his muscles tensed and rippled under her fingers was fascinating to her as he responded to her touch. “There might be other things you could get rid of.” She suggested playfully, her soft mouth playing along his chin and jaw, inhaling his scent as she pressed her face to the side of his neck. Everything about him inflamed her from the inside out and her nimble fingers were making fast tracks to hook into the waist of his jeans. She heard his breath hitch ever so slightly, just as her teeth grazed his shoulder and her fingers popped the button loose, then went for the zipper.

“I hope you don't mind...” She whispered, feeling bold and wanton as she slid a cool soft hand against his hard heated flesh.

 

[Fish_Tales]

He could feel her hands all over him while they kissed, her nails pressing into his skin. She was running them down his back and then traced a path returning to his shoulders. Their tongues were entwined, each hungry for a taste of the other.

He couldn’t keep up with the feeling of her small, soft hands. They were on his back, then his ribs, then his head, ruffling his short hair. When she ran them over his bare chest and nipples, he thought once again that he wouldn’t be able to hold out. Her mouth was all over his face and neck, sweet caresses with her lips while her hands were now running down his body, slowly and softly down towards his cock….

“There might be other things you could get rid of,” she said softly.

The contrast of her cool, soft hands on his hard belly made him draw breath as he waited for them. Lower. Slowly lower. He felt like he was going to burst. She slid her fingers between the top of his jeans and his skin. Her fingers undid the top button and then started to work on the zip.

“I hope you don't mind...” she said and then he felt her hand slide over his hard cock.

He shook his head slowly, looking at her.

“Emma….” was all he could say, all he wanted to say.

He lifted his hips so that her hand could get in there. He could feel the cool air on the end his released cock. The end of it was wet with precum. All he could think of was her soft hand on his cock. There was nothing else to think of.

He raised his hips higher again and a little to the side so that she could fully grasp him. He nuzzled in the crook of her neck, soft kisses to her ear and the side of her neck, smelling her, tasting her. Now he was on his side with her hand around his cock and his started to work on her jeans.

“What good for the goose,” he whispered hoarsely, “is good for the gander.”

He opened the button and then slid his hand down her flat belly, under her panties and over her warmth. She was wet and he easily slid his finger down gently between her warm folds to press on her clit very lightly. Then he started to softly rub between her slick slit, making sure to swip her clit on each pass . He tried to focus, but her hand on his cock was making it twitch and pulse in pleasure.

He kissed her again on the mouth and they lay there, hands on each other, desperate for each other. No modesty. No shame. Just wanton lust revealing itself….

 

[EklectikChik]

His hoarse whisper sent pleasure down her spine as she finally wrapped her hands around his cock. He was warm, the slickness of his pre-cum lubing the way for her hand to stroke him. Her breath hitched in return as his large hand made short work of her own pants and slid inside. She moaned , her hips tilting slightly as his fingers slid between her wet lips and rubbed her clit.

It was positively the most erotic thing a man had ever done, and she was sure there was more to come. But in that instant laying together there, she was enthralled with pleasuring each other. Her body jerked and quivering slightly with each pass of his fingers over her sensitive bud. Her cunt tightening for him, wanting to be filled, but Liam continued to tease and so did she.

Her beautiful brown eyes held his gaze, both of their breaths uneven, the heat in the room growing as their own needs grew. Rolling towards him, she caught his mouth, continuing to stroke him, hungry to taste him again, only more fully. Would he let her? She hoped so...she was starving to make him quiver the way he did her.

Tightening her grip ever so slightly, she dipped her lips lower, pressing against the bare skin of his chest, her breath tickling and soothing all at once. She tasted him with her tongue, flicking one flat nipple teasingly. This new position made it harder for him to touch, but she didn't care. “The gander wants more.” She murmured softly, moving to the other side of his chest and swirling her tongue around his other nipple.

Propping herself up slightly, she struggled out of the shirt he had lent her and dropped it away as well. A small shy smile played on her lips, but she didn't cover herself. She wanted his hungry gaze on her as she slid her bra off and let it join the shirt before leaning back down to burn a trail with her own down his rippling abs.

 

[Fish_Tales]

The taste of her tongue in his mouth and her hand gently stroking his cock was driving him mad. Their bodies were facing each other and he looked at her, flushed with desire, but still beautiful, innocent. His finger was softly caressing her clit and he could feel her quivering under his hand.

She pushed herself slightly down his body and her mouth left his. There was a brief moment of disappointment until he felt her soft lips on his chest and then her mouth moved to his nipple. The feeling of her tongue flicking out to pleasure him almost caused him to buck her off the bed. All the pent up tension that he’d felt since last night was boiling over. He’d tried to put the thoughts of it out of his mind, but it had been there all day, a teaser, a memory of something that felt so good. Tonight, there were no drugs, no inhibitions, and he was going to give her everything he wanted to give her.

Everything.

She had slid so far down now that his hand could no longer reach her heat.

“The gander wants more,” she murmured into his chest as she moved tongue across to his other nipple, her tongue swirling around it and feathering the tip.

Take what you fucking like.

She tried to get herself into a sideways sitting position and it was enough to allow her to get her shirt off. She smiled shyly, but there was no embarrassment, no effort to hide herself from him. He was struggling to stay composed as he watched her slip her bra off and her full breasts were exposed to him. Everything was gone now and it was skin on skin as she slid back down onto his body and her face went back to his chest. Her soft brown hair was splayed over his body as he felt her kisses and tongue.

Lower she went, down to his abdomen and then onto the base of his shaft.

I so need this.

He didn’t care that she was inexperienced. He didn’t care that he was protecting her. He didn’t care that she was probably one of the most intelligent people he’d met. Even the predicament they were in.

Don’t care.

All he cared about was her mouth working its way to his cock while her hands ran over him. He needed this. Wanted this. Desperately.

He wanted his cock in her mouth. He wanted to fuck her face, fill her with him. Get rid of this damned teenaged tension. Then he could settle down instead of feeling like a balloon that was getting blow bigger and bigger and..... He wanted to fuck, suck, explore every bit of her.

“Emma,” was all he softly said, placing his hands on her head, but there was nothing else he could say. Nothing that made sense. He was going to explode and the feel of her breasts trailing on his legs wasn’t helping him contain it at all.

He looked at the ceiling with his hands entwined in her soft hair. He opened and closed his eyes at the sheer pleasure of what she was doing.

For him.

Fuck.

 

[EklectikChik]

He made no effort to stop her, for that she was glad. Her mouth was practically salivating by the time she reached his glistening cock, watching a another droplet of pre-cum ooze from the tip. He twitch in her hand, his fingers tangling in her long tresses, pushing the hair away from her cheeks and holding it up high on top of her head. Good thinking, she mused to herself and glanced up.

His long lean body was straining, his hips jerking as her breath blew softly against his heated skin. He loved watching him so turned on. So hard, he was pulsing in her hand. She might not be very experienced, but she knew by the way he responded, he was going to last long. The thought that it was because of her thrilled her even more so.

With a soft moan, she wiggled her naked body between his splayed legs and cupped his balls, pressing her lips to the base of his shaft. His hips strained, his fingers tightened and she smiled and let her tongue sneak out to take a long, slow, delicious swipe of his whole length from base to tip. There she licked at the droplets, one at a time, enthralled as they appeared before her very eyes. She was treating him like her favorite ice cream cone, swirling her tongue around and sampling his taste. The musk of his arousal filled her senses and made her ache all the more.

One final glance up to his handsome face and she opened up, sucking him into her eager, warm, wet mouth. That clever tongue curled on the underside, teasing as she swiped it back and forth, then flattened in on the way up. Returning back down with a slow suck and a hole new little swirling action as she tested his response to see what he liked best.

She could feel his heartbeat pulsing through his shaft as she slurped and bobbed and moaned softly, toying with his balls gently and stroking what bits of him she couldn't swallow, eager to have him reach the point of no return.

 

[Fish_Tales]

The pressure. He could hardly bear it and it was building in him further with each sweet kiss she placed on him as she travelled down towards his cock. He had both of his hands full of her hair now and he was careful not to pull too tightly in his abandonment to the pleasure she was giving him.

He looked down at her and watched as her mouth started to work on the base of his rigid cock. One of small hands cupped his balls and her tongue worked the length of the shaft slowly. His hips bucked again involuntarily and he gripped her hair more tightly. At the head of his cock, she ran out her tongue to lick at the precum oozing from there. He hadn’t felt like this for a long time. He was torn between enjoying her soft licks of his cock or shoving it roughly into her mouth and fucking it.

Emma took the decision from him. She looked into his eyes, opened her mouth and then sunk onto his cock. The warm soft recesses of her mouth enclosed around him and took him to the next level of pleasure. She began bobbing on his cock, her tongue running along the bottom of his shaft and her sucking bringing gasps from him.

“Oh, Emma,” he said, his hands still gripping her hair. “Fuck, yes, Emma.”

He could hear her moaning as she sucked and bobbed on him and did other countless things to him. He couldn’t keep track. It was all just one large feeling of rising pleasure and it was impossible to separate each of the discrete things she was doing to him.

Hansen wasn’t an inexperienced man when it came to sex, but he couldn’t remember when he’d last felt like this.

He didn’t care.

Her sounds and actions were bringing him close to the point of release. He was starting to buck his hips rhythmically to the bobbing of her head and he was pressing down gently with his hands, trying to have as much of himself in her mouth as he could.

“Fuck, Emma, that’s good.”

It wasn’t going to be long now. He could feel his cock stiffening even further and begin it's familiar twitch. He couldn't hold back much longer….

 

[EklectikChik]

His moans were music to her ears and she knew she had him when his hips began to puck and his hands pressed her down. She relaxed her throat, only gagging slightly as he pushed more of himself into her mouth, bumping the back of her throat. It didn't phase her. Instead, her cheeks hollowed out as she increased the suction on his cock, slurping wetly, her lips tightening as she felt him tense and twitch. He seemed impossibly hard, his breath shuddering out as his fingers flexed.

One free hand slid against his hairy thigh, up to his hips and then sliding down to slid just under the side of his ass cheek, urging him to let go. The noises he made had her clenching her thighs, her nipples tightening painfully as she slurped with everything she had. The first spurt of his cum made her moan out as it hit the back of her throat and she quickly swallowed it. His warm salty spunk quickly began to fill her mouth. She slowed slightly, sucking every drop he had to give her until her cheeks practically bulge and she gulped, sucking air through her nose.

When he finally calmed, she pulled away, each lap of her tongue too sensitive for him to handle, drawing out gasp and shudder with each pass. She smiled and moved off, the taste of him still potent on her tongue as she pressed feathery soft kisses to still spasming abs. Her soft breasts brushed his warm skin as she slowly crawled up his body, straddling his hips as she moved and settled her torso against his own, pressing close to run her fingers now through his short cropped hair as her mouth pressed to his chin and mouth softly.

His breathing was uneven and eyes a little glassy and she grinned, feeling proud of herself for making him feel so good. “I hope I did alright...do I get an A for effort?” She purred out teasingly, the soft slick heat of her sex pressed intimately against his softened dick.

 

[Fish_Tales]

He bucked his hips forcefully and pressed down on her head, almost all of his cock trying force its way into her mouth. He could feel the end of his dick touch the back of her throat, but it only seemed to increase her efforts.

She slid a hand under his ass cheek, pushing him in, letting him know he should take his release. That was all he needed. He couldn’t fight it and there was no point.

He tightened and then shot a load of his cum into her warm mouth. His cock was so far in her, that most of it hit the back of her throat.

“Oh, Emma!” he shouted out.

His first shot was followed by more and he just kept pumping his cock into her mouth and moaning. She was sucking it all down, her tongue and mouth still working on his cock, heightening the pleasure.

His heart was beating so hard he thought it would jump out of his chest and his ears were ringing.

“Fuck me,” he said to himself quietly.

His cock twitched as the spasms of his orgasm became smaller and he loosened his grip on her. Her gentle sucks and licks were now almost too much for his hyper-sensitive cock and he was relieved as she started to make her way up his body, trailing kisses as she rose. She finally ended her travel, her mouth kissing his mouth and chin lightly. She ran her hands through his hair and he looked at her as his breathing and heart rate returned to something resembling normalcy.

She had her legs spread on either side of him and her warm lips were pressed against his cock. It was soft for now, but he could already feel the proximity of her sex causing a stir. She looked down at his face, her hair mussed by his tugging.

“I hope I did alright...do I get an A for effort?” she said with a soft smile, teasing him, letting him know that she hoped she’d pleased him.

He smiled back up at her.

“I can see you were a double major then, Professor,” he said.

He wrapped his arms around her and lifted his head to hers so that he could softly kiss her lips.

“You’d better get your strength back,” he said. “There’s a lot more to go yet now that the roads have been cleared, so to speak.”

He chuckled and then gave her another kiss. He murmured softly into her mouth.

“A lot more to go yet….”

 

[EklectikChik]

Emma smiled against his mouth and giggled ever so softly, the sound almost lost between them. "Promises promises." She murmured between kisses. His mouth felt good against her own and his arms warm and secure around her body. Long fingers splayed along her sides, gently caressing. She felt the shift in him as suddenly it wasn't enough and his hands became more restless, moving to caressed the length of her spine and lower to cup her bottom.

She gasped into his mouth and shivered, her nipples tightened further, poking against his chest. Her body shifted, rubbing against his own ever so slightly until he surprised her with a move and rolled them.

With a yelp, she found herself flat on her back, his bigger body draped half over her own. She smiled at up him, one of his larger legs tangle with one of her own, pinning it down. Her hands wasted no time, moving over the bare flesh of his chest and shoulders, caressing him lovingly.

While they had shared a more urgent moment the night before, Emma felt strangely exposed now. The room was light and she was completely bare to his gaze. Her full breasts rose and fell with off beat breaths, her soft pale skin flushed, and soft pink nipples so tight she was sure they'd be able to cut glass. With Liam looming over her, looking devilishly handsome and sexy, it was once again amazing how different they were. He was all lean muscle, big and broad and yummy. She was all womanly curves, soft and supple. While nowhere near fat, everything she hid under her clothes screamed woman. All the way down to her cute belly button which compliment her flat quivering belly.

"Are you going to stare all night?" She teased, blushing even as she tried to be coy, "Or are you going to make good on those promises?" Raising her free leg slightly, she rubbed it against his hair roughened one. "Or are you all talk and no act--mph!"

The rest of her words died as he swooped down to cut her off. Her body arched towards his as she opened her mouth to him again, their tongue greeting once again in a long wet kiss that shut down whatever witty comment would have come up next.

 

[Fish_Tales]

He felt better now. With the urgency gone, he could really give her more than she bargained for. Or maybe she had bargained for it? She was murmuring into his mouth when he chuckled to himself and then suddenly flipped her over. Now he was on top and she was pressed beneath him. He could already feel himself getting hard again and this time it was more pleasurable rather than an ache that needed to be rid.

He was resting on the palms of his hands, his face and chest above her and their lower bodies crushed together. He looked down at her, all mussed up brown hair and sparkling brown eyes.

"Are you going to stare all night?" she teased, “or are you going to make good on those promises? Or are you all talk and no act--mph!"

Hansen didn’t let her talk. He covered her mouth with his and sought out her tongue, their hands roaming all over the other’s body.

He raised his head for a moment.

“It seems the only way to keep you quiet, Irish, is to have something in your mouth at all times,” he said, winking at her.

He lowered his head again, but this time he kissed her softly on the chin and then ran his lips down her neck and onto her chest. He paused at the area between her breasts as if deciding and then moved his mouth to one of them. The nipple was taut and erect and he placed his mouth over it while running his tongue around its base. He loved the way she was squirming under him. Then he flicked the end of it with his tongue and decided it was only fair the other one should get the same treatment. The tip of his tongue lightly flicked the end of her other nipple and then he ran his mouth down a little lower and kissed her in the cleft where her breast met her chest. He kissed her all along there, feeling the warm softness and then descended lower, under her rib cage and down to her belly button.

He slid himself down a little further on the bed and then lightly touched his tongue to her belly button. He kept his hands above him, each on one of her breasts, gently playing with her nipples. He looked up at her and murmured.

“I think there are other things down here to play with….”

He lowered himself further till his head was above her wet sex. He smirked up at her and then ran his tongue along her whole slit, just avoiding her clit. Finally, when he reached the top of her lips, he poked his tongue softly through her folds to find her clit. He lightly ran his tongue over the top of it and finally he could fully taste her.

Her hands were now on the back of his head and he pushed his tongue onto her slick nub with a little more force. His head was now trapped between her legs and there was nowhere else he’d rather be.

He finally pushed his tongue all the way through her wet folds and ran it around in circles at the base of her clit, occasionally swiping the top to change the sensations she was feeling. His mind drifted as he licked her and ran his warm tongue down her, probing gently at the entrance of her cunt.

He was immersed in the whole feeling.

Nowhere else I’d rather be….

 

[EklectikChik]

Pleasure ripples through her body with each kiss, each touch and scrape of his stubled chin and cheek as he made his way down her quivering body. She couldn't have spoken if she'd wanted to as he swipe at her slick sex and then teased her clit, making her body shift and trembled, her hips tilting to meet his hungry mouth.

Like he had only moments ago, her fingers pushed through his hair, gripping the short strands as he pushed her thighs further apart with his broad shoulders and she clamped down on either side, holding him there.

Her fingers flexed, trying to be mindful not to dig into his scalp or tug, but she couldn't stop the trembling or the constant lift of her hips as she tried to ride his teasing tongue as he sampled her wetness, the sweet tang of her cream as he dove deep and then came back up to swirl around her sensitive bud. Each pass made her jerk and gasp, her breaths completely of sync as she panted and mewled.

Her eyes were shut as she arched her neck back, her shoulders pressing into the mattress as her back arched, doing a slow body roll until her hips pushed up, pressing his tongue more fully to her clit. “Liam!” She gasped out loudly, the ache and pressure of her pending orgasm making her tense as she struggle not to press him more firmly between her legs.

 

[Fish_Tales]

Emma was shuddering below his mouth, his tongue slowly dragging along her lips and clit and making small probing flicks into her sopping cunt. Her hands were loosening and tightening rhythmically in his hair and she flexed her hips, squeezing his head to her.

She bucked her hips upwards and he pushed his tongue further into her, this time moving it in and out, fucking her with it, savouring her taste. She cried out his name and he wrapped his arms around her legs and pulled her even closer, pushing his tongue deeper into her warm depths.

He was pushing her now, pushing her to come. He wanted her to let go, to feel safe to let go. She had said she wasn’t experienced, but she didn’t need experience to feel this. This was basic. Fundamental. Visceral.

He pushed his tongue into her again, but this time he ran one hand right around her hip and gently caressed her clit at the same time. He tried to time the thrusts of his tongue with the slow glide of his finger over her nub. He could feel her hands on his head. He could feel the hardness between his legs.

But this was her turn to let go, to release the torrent of tension. He could feel her building, willing her body to the satiety.

All he cared about now was his tongue licking the entrance to her cunt and pushing into it to the rhythm of his finger playing on her clit. He had her totally bound up in his arms, pulling her towards him. Drowning in her. Breathing her in.

Drowning or breathing?

He didn’t give a fuck.