You are MINE (closed)

[susurrus]

Greg was astounded by the arsenal. "Let me guess: you teach small children for a living. "

Once he was convinced he'd found all the weapons cached around Gabriella's hips and waist, he was forced to leave her leather jeans standing open and go to his knees, because the pants weren't coming off while she still wore her boots.

As suspected, there were more knives adorning cleverly made pockets inside the boots, and a couple more pistols similar to the one he'd found in her top.

Once he'd emptied the tops of her footwear, Greg looked at the array of firearms and cutlery arrayed around him.

"It's like disarming Germany," he muttered in astonishment.

Not leaving his position on the floor, he looked up and asked, "I don't suppose you have any other clever crevices in which to hide things?"

 

[Asa]

She just laughed watching him and smiled.

No officer I think you found most all of it.

Then reaching up she pulled the decorative hair clip from her hair revealing it to be housing in almost brass knuckles style it's own sharp little blades.

Oops... You missed one...

 

[susurrus]

Greg shook his head in amazement when Gabriella revealed her deadly hair clip.

Even though she now stood before him dressed only in the most minimal underwear he could imagine, he couldn't help asking:

"I'm not going to eviscetate myself if I pull that body against me and ravish the hell out of you, now am I?"

 

[Asa]

She laughed with a wink.

Guess you will have to risk it officer.

 

[susurrus]

Greg smiled back at that wink and the easy smile that accompanied it.

"I think you're right," he said, reaching out for the sexy, nearly naked woman before him. "Let's do a more thorough search and see if I can't get you to tell me anything I want to know."

He pulled her in close and looked down into her eyes. "At the very least, I intend to make you scream."

And at that, he pressed his lips to hers...

 

[Asa]

Curling into the kiss her arms wrapping around him. Forgetting all the issues and troubles lurking around them she was happily lost in the moment there in his safe loving arms. What did she have to fear... With her brother in town and her cop lover and perhaps Lance's hatred of being anyone's lackey added him to the list but she did still have her doubts there.

Braddock familiarized himself with the city and various contacts there in making it fatally clear he was not there.

 

[susurrus]

The pre-Vince's return Gabriella was back, at least for the time being, and Greg hoped to take as much advantage of that as possible. She was obviously feeling a lot more comfortable now that she had more backup than just him and Lance, because let's face it, Lance had made it pretty clear thst he'd help as long as there appeared to be something in it for him. Granted, at the moment, that something seemed to be that Lance didn't want to lose the best employee he'd ever had, but as far as Greg was concerned, as long as that worked in Gabriella's favor, he'd take it.

As always, Gabriella's warm, tight curves felt fucking spectacular in his arms. She looked great in only her bra and panties, but...

"I feel kind of overdressed," he chuckled. "Care to help remedy that?"

 

[Asa]

Yeah I think you are... She purred grabbing the jacket to simply rip it open if she so chose.

So officer how attached are you to this suit?

She purred with a wink

 

[susurrus]

Greg had an idea what Gabriella had in mind. It was going to be expensive for him, but...

"I was going to remind you: cop's salary, but how about this: Save the jacket and shoes.

"Fuck the rest."

 

[Asa]

She grinned wickedly.

Well then you better take those off yourself... NOW

 

[susurrus]

Without hesitation, Greg discarded the articles of clothing he wanted to preserve, then stepped in front of his wickedly delighted girlfriend, held his arms out to his sides and said, "Alright, mob bitch, do your worst."

 

[Asa]

Oh that's it...

She smirked.

I was going to be nice till that

With that she picked up a knife he had just taken off of her and cut his shirt open.

 

[susurrus]

Now, Greg had had knives waved in his face before. That was nothing new. As a cop, you get used to such things. The difference this time was, he was going to let the wielder use it on him.

He stood bravely as Gabriella turned his shirt into tatters within seconds. Oh, sure, there was that monkey brain inside that screeched its protest at having the weapon used on him, that expected it to slice into his skin any time, but so far, he didn't feel a thing until the fabric fluttered to the floor.

His nipples stood proud at the fear he couldn't help feeling, even though he trusted Gabriella's skill with the blade. Still, he wasn't going let her see him flinch if he could help it.

"All you got?" he snorted derisively.

They'd never really gotten around to any kind of a contest to see it he was capable of taking her. It hadn't been necessary, and he hoped it never would be. The competitive part of him would have liked to see if he could take her by surprise and disarm her, but they were playing. Gabriella had been on edge for quite a while, and this was the first time since Vince had taken her that she actually seemed playful. He wasn't going to take the chance that she'd lose her control and treat the situation like she had with Callis. Greg didn't need it, and for certain, neither did Gabriella.

Greg watched the light play on the knife's blade as Gabriella decided where to use it next...

 

[Asa]

I think you're scared officer...

She teased back.

Afraid I'm gonna cut you instead of say those pants...

Cutting the side the the other of the pants.

 

[susurrus]

"Well, while I can't say I'm enjoying the thought of possibly getting nicked, I can think of a lady who'd be a lot more upset if a certain part of my anatomy was damaged in any way."

 

[Asa]

She winks with a purr.

So you doubt my skills with a knife?

His boxers falling from him to emphasize her point.

 

[susurrus]

"Do I look afraid to you?" Greg asked as his underwear fell to the floor. His cock stood up proud, waiting for whatever attention Gabriella might desire to give it.

He knew she wouldn't hurt him. She wouldn't carry around such a pile of sharp objects if she didn't know how to use each one with the utmost precision. When she'd taken out Callis, there'd been a minimum of effort, and no extra energy expended. You don't become that able by being sloppy.

So far, she'd managed to strip him with the blade of that knife, and he still hadn't felt the touch of steel against his bare skin, either intentionally or un-...

Yeah, she could still flay him alive without him even knowing what was happening till it was too late, but fortunately Greg didn't reside on that particular list, and he hoped he never found himself on it, for any reason.

 

[Asa]

Tossing the blade at the dart board she kept on the wall by the door she smiled.

Well now what officer... Looks like we are both... Unarmed.

She was curious... Almost playful feeling safer for now knowing her brother was out and about hunting. She would deal with any possible body count later right now was reconnecting to that carefree sensual love between she and Greg.

 

[susurrus]

Greg watched Gabriella throw the knife halfway across the room and come to rest in a well-used dart board beside the door. When she turned back to him, she was a right vixen, clad in her tight, skimpy underwear. It was a Gabriella he hadn't seen for a while. He missed her and was glad to see her back, even if it was only for now.

For a moment, Greg wished Gabriella liked to suck cock, because she would look perfectly spectacular on her knees with his cock in her mouth. Still, she was hot as hell anyway and Greg was happy with whatever she was willing to give him.

He placed his hands on Gabriella's shapely hips and marveled at the amazing woman before him. He wondered even more that she was his.

"Baby, you are never disarmed. Even totally nude, you have more weapons than I can even count."

God, it had been so long since they'd played like this. He could hardly wait to find out how this evening panned out...

 

[Asa]

Time to toss one of his earlier lines back at him.

That all you got officer?

She smirked wanting them to play a little.

 

[susurrus]

"That all you got, officer?" Any other circumstance, any other voice, coming from any other body, and he'd have been tempted to throw some police brutality her way. This circumstance, that voice, and oh-my-god that body, and all he wanted to do was show her police brutality of an entirely different sort.

Running a finger across the top of each bra cup, he stepped over and retrieved the knife from the wall.

Now, this knife shit wasn't necessarily Greg's game. It was a kink well beyond his typical comfort level. Nevertheless, it was how this particular encounter was playing out, and he was just fucking going with it.

"You really want to find out how much I've got, little mob slut?" and with a motion nearly as smooth as Gabriella's he slipped the blade between the slight gap where the swell of her breast parted from the bra strap and quickly and smoothly severed the fabric.

 

[Asa]

Bring it officer!

A slight growl to the purr.

Show me... Lover

 

[susurrus]

Greg smiled when Gabriella called him "lover." He liked that better than the third person shit. Besides, he didn't really like calling her the names he'd been using. Still, he wasn't going to stop what he'd begun..

With another move similar to the first, he severed the other bra strap. One more cut was needed, and Greg looked directly into Gabriella's eyes as he carefully slipped the blade between her breasts and rested the edge against the seam holding the cups of the undergarment together...

 

[Asa]

She just stood there staring at him playfully defiantly.

Well?

She smiled.

 

[susurrus]

The sparkle in Gabriella's eyes said that she was enjoying this knife play immensely. At her impatient statement, Greg merely gave a twist of the wrist, and the razor sharp blade sliced through the seam of the bra cups with practically no effort at all.

While Gabriella had left things to gravity, Greg couldn't bring himself to wait that long. With his free hand, he grabbed one cup and pulled. The loose straps resisted a moment, then finally gave way, until he held the ruin of her brassiere in his fist.

"That's one, but somebody here's still wearing too many clothes," he growled quietly.