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CHAPTER TWO: WELCOME TO VENICE

Date
and Time: May 11, 2067, 2455 hours
Location:
Treviso, Italy
POV:
3^rd Person

Black
growled low in his throat as he stepped out of the bathroom into the bedroom he
and Violet were to share as part of their cover. He looked over at his new partner�s � he gave
a mental shudder at that word, troublemaker
was a so much better description � half
the bedroom and scowled when he saw that all her bags excluding her overnight
bag was packed and stacked by the door.
Her overnight bag was opened on one of the room�s dressers, and her
night clothing was tossed onto the still made bed. He barely batted an eyelash at the silk and
lace nightshirt splayed across the bedcovers � he was rather experienced and he had seen far more seductive night
wear on and off many a more beautiful
woman than his new partner � as he studied the room for clues. A slip of paper sticking out from under the
room�s telephone caught his eye. With
practiced ease he removed the slip of paper and his ebony brows snapped
together in a scowl as he stared down at the address of a nightclub that was a
block or so away from the hotel.

That little twit was so
going to hear it for sneaking out while he was in the shower!

The
rave music blared loudly and numerous bodies moved in synchronization with the
club�s pulsing lights. Long dark fiery hair twirled around the gleaming black leather
and lace bodice and miniskirt Anika Solvig wore and her favorite pair of shiny
black thigh high boots complimented the ensemble nicely. Dark purple eyeshadow was carefully painted
on her eyelids and her eyes were artfully rimmed in black eyeliner and her
already long eyelashes were coated with black mascara, giving her pale lavender
eyes an almost hypnotic appearance. Dark
red lips curved up into a smile as she lost herself into the music, her arms
lifting up over her head, the numerous bracelets she wore on her wrists clattering together softly and weren�t heard over
the loud music blaring form the speakers.
This was wonderful and so much more fun than having to sit and wait in
that stuffy hotel room waiting for their orders to head for Venice.

The
woman known to her comrades as Lieutenant Violet was finally having fun on this
mission! She smirked to herself as she
compared this small club back to the larger one she had frequented regularly
back in Berlin before she had joined up with the military. After the quick comparison, she found that
while there weren�t as many extras, the music was excellent and there was
enough room on the floor to dance without the guys being able to get a free
grope and blame it on the crush of the crowd.
A
hand reached out from the crowd and clamped down onto her bare left bicep. She snarled and turned with a lightning fast
rabbit punch to her assailant�s face � or tried to at least. A long masculine hand caught her fist and she
found herself looking at the annoyed face of her new partner.

�Outside,
now!� he mouthed and with a mental cringe, she obediently followed him out into
the cold night air. After they were
safely back in their hotel room, he let her have it.

�Of all the idiotic, irresponsible things!� Black all but
roared. �While you were out gallivanting
around, I have received our orders to move out to Venice first thing
in the morning!�

�Finally!�
she exclaimed. �I thought we�d never
leave! Do you have any idea how
excruciatingly boring it�s been just sitting around and waiting in that hotel
room?�
�I
have a pretty good idea, you little twit!
The point is that we were supposed to stay there and wait for our
orders, but no, you had to go and run around dressed like some call girl.�

�Call
girl?!� She hissed. �Just for your information, you jackass, I
happened to have been one of the most decently dressed women in there, and even
if I was a call girl, I wouldn�t sleep with you no matter how much money you
offered!�

�Like I�d even have to offer money just for that!� He drawled with a wicked smirk. �I�ve never had to do so before and I never
will.�

�Ugh,
just ruin the rest of my night, you pig!�
Violet groaned, �I�m going to have nightmares now!�

"Now if you think about it in the right
frame of mind, we're supposed to be
newlyweds! You tell me what we're supposed to be doing!"

Violet
blushed to her hairline and Black could only sit there and grin. <I�ve made my point, > he thought,
immensely pleased with himself. After
all was said � shouted and shrieked, actually � and done, the two finally
agreed to sleep the rest of the night before having to catch the early morning
train to Venice.

Despite
her earlier accusation, she found that she had rather pleasant dreams�

Date
and Time: May 12, 2067, 0900 hours
Location:
Venice, Italy
POV:
3^rd Person

Venice was a
beautiful city, one that she had always stared at longingly at the pictures on
postcards and in travel books. <Too bad the company isn�t as great�>
she grumbled mentally as she shot an evil look at the man sleeping in the seat
across from her. She refrained from
�accidentally� kicking the older man, for fear that he�d start bitching at her
for him having to �come and retrieve� her from the night club she had visited
the night before. She leaned back in
her seat and made a face at him. She was
young and the club had only been a couple blocks away from the hotel at the
most � besides, she was a Spectrum
officer, and in her military career before that ranked high in self-defense
courses that the Academy had offered.
After checking her safety belt and pulling out a pillow and blanket, she
curled up in her seat to get some sleep.

Date
and Time: May 12, 2067, 1115 hours
Location:
Venice, Italy
POV:
3^rd Person

�It�s
bad enough I�m sharing a bedroom with you, but I won�t share the bed!� She all but shrieked. �You can sleep on the floor like last time!�

�Why
not just scream that a little louder � I don�t think the members of Akito heard
you.� Black retorted snidely. �Now calm down, you don�t want to be all
bitchy when we go to meet the Archbishop, now do you?�

�Bitchy?!�
Violet snarled as she picked up a vase full of flowers, �You want
bitchy, I�ll give you bitchy!�

�Put
it down!� he snapped, �If you break it, I�ll make certain it comes from your
pay!�

She
gave a low growl and slammed the vase back onto the small decorative table from
where she had grabbed it, causing the water inside to slosh around
violently. The two glared at each other
until there was a knock on their suite�s door.
Both slipped back into the roles of Spectrum officers and Black gestured
for her to say put. She nodded and
pulled out a revolver from her ankle holster and stood beside the bedroom door,
ready to provide her commanding officer any cover fire.

<�Yes?�> She heard him asked in Italian.

<�The
Archbishop wishes you to join him for lunch at noon precisely,
sir.�> A younger voice informed him.

<�Thank you.
May God bless you.�> Black replied.

<�And
may God watch over you, sir.�> She heard the younger voice say before their
suite�s doors closed.

Seconds
later, the bedroom door opened and Black gave her the all clear signal.

�You heard, I take it?�

�Yes. We meet the Archbishop for lunch at twelve
noon precisely.� Violet
recited as she tucked the revolver back into her ankle holster.

�Excellent. We had best prepare for it then��

Date
and Time: May 12, 2067, 1200 hours
Location:
Venice, Italy
POV:
3^rd Person

The
Brother led them to the chambers the Archbishop used for the small intimate
meetings.

"You're
very fortunate, Mr. Ferguson. His
Eminence rarely sees newlyweds anymore as he is so busy for mother church these
days," said the Brother in accented English. "I think he is likening
back to the early days when he had just become a bishop."

He
stopped in front of a door and knocked, a cheerful voice bidding them enter.
The brother moved aside for them to pass and they entered the room. The brother
closed the door behind them and they looked at the Archbishop.

Archbishop Doventry
was so good that he practically radiated with a holy light. His hair was starting to thin and he was
somewhat plump, but he carried the added weight well with his purple robes and
paternal demeanor. The holy man smiled
serenely as Violet and Black approached him hand in hand, both dressed in the
customary black, with Violet�s silver crucifix shining proudly in the sunlight
against her black blouse.

<Must
decontaminate hand�> Violet thought, and fought to keep the demure, peaceful
smile on her face. Despite her thoughts
to the contrary, her hand actually felt all nice and tingly in Black�s own,
like that�s where it belonged. She
mentally shook herself and got back to the mission at hand.

�Please, come sit down, you must be
tired by your trip!� The Archbishop said
as he directed them to matching chairs placed side-by-side.

�Thank you, Your Eminence,� Violet
murmured softly before kissing his extended ring, playing the part of the
submissive Catholic wife to the hilt as she stared meekly down at her long
black cotton skirt.

Black also kissed the Archbishop�s ring
before he turned and made certain she was comfortable before sitting in the
chair beside her, gently clasping her hand in his, trying to ignore the
sensations running through him. His mind
kept flashing back to when he dragged his new partner out of that club, and how
she had looked in the leather and lace ensemble. His brown eyes carefully surveyed the room,
searching for any potential threat or an area where any surveillance devices
might have been hidden.

�I am delighted you could join me for
lunch.� The Archbishop said softly. �Things have been rather interesting to say
the least."

"So we can imagine, your
Eminence."

"Brother Andrew will serve us and
then take his leave so we can discuss this at length."

"Does the good Brother know the
situation?" Black inquired,
inwardly nervous that there could be an inside person involved with the threat.

"No. There are very few that know
of this, save the Pope and several of the papal security people. It�s been
downplayed as best�" the Archbishop quieted as Brother Andrew entered with
help to serve their lunch. They waited until Andrew and the others left, and
then began to discuss details.

Date
and Time: May 12, 2067, 2045 hours
Location:
Venice, Italy
POV:
3^rd Person

Violet
picked slightly at the lace hem of her white and lavender silk nightshirt and
blushed slightly before placing the matching robe on the chair beside the
queen-sized bed. They had decided that
they would share the bed, so that their cover would appear more credible. Her, in a nightshirt wearing absolutely
nothing underneath, in front of a superior male officer�and a rather attractive
� oh alright, very sexy, very hot � one at that! So what if he was a bit older � that only
made him all the more interesting. She
slid underneath the covers on the left side of the bed and leaned back against
the pillows. The door of the connecting
bathroom opened and Black walked out. It
took all of her willpower to keep from staring at the black silk pajama bottoms
he wore, which was molded his muscular hips and hugged his crotch with such
loving care and lightly molded to his�. with a blush, she turned her back to
him and burrowed under the covers. He noticed
this and a smirk appeared on his face as he slid into bed. He had never seen that kind of blushing. <Her
temperature should be up at least a full degree by now,> he mentally
chuckled.

�Good
night, Anita.�

�Good
night, Conrad.� Her voice was muffled slightly by the covers.

Date
and Time: May 13, 2067, 0105 hours
Location:
Venice, Italy
POV:
3^rd Person

In the darkness of the
unexpectedly cool night, two tired bodies curled up against one another in a
search for body heat. Strong arms
enfolded the tiny form of the female Spectrum officer and she snuggled up
unknowingly against her superior officer�s muscular chest. Still in a state between wakefulness and
sleep, his hands slid down her silk clad back and cupped her hips and his lips
nuzzled the soft skin at the side of her slender neck. Still partially asleep herself, she gave a
soft moan and her hands slid across Black�s bare waist and trailed across the
elastic waistband of his pajama bottoms.
He slid his hands underneath her nightshirt and stroked her bare hips
softly.

He
nudged her legs apart and slipped between her pale thighs. Black�s greater
weight pressed her against the mattress as he pushed her nightshirt up. However, the sudden weight on top of her
startled Violet from her sleep. Her
sleepy eyes became instantly alert at the sight of the man covering her body
with his. Several factors ran rampant
through her mind all at once: One, her commanding officer was lying on her,
wearing only his pajama bottoms. Two,
there was something very large and
very hard pressing against her inner
thigh, very near her mound, which she was very certain was his arousal. Three, he had his hands up under her
nightshirt and on her waist. Four, she was
hoping he was fully asleep, that way he wouldn�t know of her arousal and response.

�Ca.�Conrad!.� She hissed in a low, urgent tone,
remembering they were supposed to be married.
�Wake up and get off of me!�

His
only response was to move one of his hands over her rapidly moistening pussy
and press his mouth against hers.
Black�s tongue rubbed up against hers and he moved his hand back to her
hip and pressed his arousal right against her mound, sighing as he did so. Violet�s eyes almost crossed while her hips
bucked slightly in response as she gasped against his lips and tried to regain
control over her hormones. She placed
her hands against his pectorals and tried to shove him away � she only managed
to break the heavy kiss. He then
tightened his hold on her by sliding his hands from where he was holding her
hips to clasp her buttocks and grind his hardness against her mound once
more. A moan managed to escape her lips
and he gave a throaty groan in answer as he ran his lips over her collarbone on
up the slender column of her neck. <Oh dear God, give me strength!> she
begged silently. <I cannot give into this sexy, horny man who
happens to be my commanding officer and have sex! It is WRONG!> she mentally chided
herself before thinking, <Dear God, if he's like this asleep, what's he like awake?> She refrained from smacking
herself on the forehead for that thought and tried to regain control. While she was silently trying to regain
control, he started to push down his pajama bottoms with one hand. Violet's jaw dropped and she began to make
very serious attempts to wake him up.

�Wake
up, damnit and get off of me!� She growled, her voice getting louder now.

His
lips sought out hers again and before he could slip his tongue into her mouth,
she bit his lower lip � hard. Black
jerked into wakefulness at the pain arced through his lip. His eyes popped open
and he found himself staring into his partner�s angry pale lavender eyes. His quick mind automatically took in the
situation at hand. One, he was on top of
Violet, resting between her thighs. Two,
he still had his pajama bottoms on � barely.
Three, she still had her nightshirt on, but it was pushed up around her
waist and he now knew for a fact she didn�t wear anything under it. Four, he was aroused to the point that it
almost hurt. Five, Violet looked both
really aroused and really pissed
off. Black lifted his mouth from hers
and pushed himself up onto his hands and knees and stared down at her.

�If I told you I was sorry, would it
help?� He asked. His mind was racing.
What was the matter with him?

She
reached under her pillow and pulled out a dagger before she placed it against
the very large bulge in his pajama bottoms.
�What do you think?�

His
head bowed as he followed the dagger�s path with his eyes. �Right. Pardon me.�

He
waited until she moved the knife and climbed off of her and out of the bed
before stiffly walking to the connected bathroom. Maybe a cold shower would help�he winced slightly
as he tried to lengthen his stride and decided another course of action might
be needed, but only if the shower
failed. He locked the bathroom door
behind him before he carefully pulled his pajama bottoms off and stepped into
the shower stall.

Black
had to refrain from letting loose a shout as the icy cold water suddenly ran
over him. He looked down and noticed he
was still fully aroused. <Damnit�> he groaned mentally and stopped
himself from banging his head against the shower stall�s wall. After double-checking that the bathroom door
was locked, he made certain the sound of the shower was loud enough to fully
drown out any stray noise before he began �taking care of business�.

Lightly,
but determined, he ran his hand over his hardened member and sucked in a
breath. He'd never felt this hot before and his cock had never been this sensitive either � no one woman had gotten him this
hot in his entire life � even the icy cold water of the shower wasn't doing any
good to relieve the pressure he was feeling!
Running his hand over his cock, he felt somewhat better, but not what he
wished it would do for him. He grasped
himself just tight enough, while wondering what Anika Solvig was like. Satin and silk he had no doubt, smooth, and
hot � probably incredibly juicy and very tight too, he knew that much from her
state of arousal. Spreading his legs for
balance, his hand moved slowly at first, and his grip was sure as he stroked up
and down his shaft. He felt himself
growing even tenser than before and leaned back against the shower stall wall
for support and let the water run of him.
A grimace of frustration crossed his features at the fact the water was
making no difference at all. His stomach
was tightening on him, a sure sign he was too turned on for his own good. His hand moved upward to caress his crown and
he sighed -- he felt so close, yet so far way to completion.

The long, smooth strokes
were beginning to take their toll and each time his hand crowned he felt his
balls firming, tighter each time. He
moved his hand even quicker, more desperately, his cock felt like one very raw
nerve ending. He gripped firmly and
began stroking quicker and harder, his body tensing almost painfully and then
felt himself come.
And yet it was not complete relief.
With a quick glance at the closed bathroom door, he bit his lip to keep
from making any noise, knowing how difficult it was at the best of times, his
body shuddered in his climax, his cum continuing to erupt from his body and he
felt weak-kneed. His body felt
exhausted. Leaning against the wall, his
body felt better now and the cold water felt incredibly refreshing against his
over-heated skin. He stroked himself
once more and a small amount of cum was exuded from his shaft. He took a deep, calming breath then turned to
face the cold water directly, letting it rinse his body off. He braced himself in the shower, cold water
pouring over him and felt drained. He didn't want this to happen very often, even
though he had a nagging suspicion that if he remained partnered with Violet for
long it might.

Black
contained a whimper. Oh dear God, this
mission alone was going to be Hell�

He
made certain that there was no evidence of his activities before pulling on the
robe he had left hanging on the back of the door and putting his boxers in the
pocket of the robe. Barely was the
bathroom door open then Violet all but knocked him over to get into the
bathroom. His mouth went dry and he felt
his member stirring once more at the sight of her erect nipples straining
against her silk and lace nightshirt and caught the musky scent of her
arousal. The bathroom door slammed
behind him and the nagging feeling he had earlier turned into a screaming
banshee. Dear God, he was going to be in
constant state of semi-arousal all through this mission, wasn�t he?! He growled silently as he stalked over to the
dresser and pulled out a pair of clean pajama bottoms. He slid them on before placing his discarded
robe on the chair next to his side of the bed and climbed under the bedcovers,
making certain to keep his back facing the bathroom door. Perversely, he thought it would fit in with
the newlywed cover they were portraying, but he felt Violet wouldn't see the
humor in it.

Violet
made certain the lid to the toilet seat was down before placing a clean
nightshirt and matching thong down on the lid and stripping off what she
already wore. She bit her lip at the
sensation of the silk rasping across her engorged nipples, hoping to smother
the gasp she felt build up in her chest.
Walking carefully, she stepped into the shower and felt overwhelmed at
the musky scent lingering in the air. A
blush spread across her cheeks at the thought of Black� She shook her head � bad idea thinking of her
CO in that light, since it would only
bring trouble, lots and lots of
trouble.

She
turned on the water, setting it to just above lukewarm. The water rained down upon her and she
shivered slightly at the sensation. Her
feminine side and hormones was something she had repressed since she joined the
military service, and when the rare occasions that situations
like this came up, she was generally at a loss of how to handle it. With a sigh, she lathered up a washcloth and
began to gently scrub her shoulders. As
the cloth ran over her still tender breasts, she bit her lip to keep from
moaning. Violet nibbled on her lip in
indecision � should she? The Church did
frown on it and she never had really felt the need to do so before�

But
she�d get no sleep in this condition, her more logical side � and rather
aroused side as well � argued. Resting
her forehead against the shower stall wall, she tried to remember the things
the few other women she had been stationed with said they did to relieve this
pressure. �Follow your instincts; they never let you down, in or out of the
bedroom!� She recalled one of the
older women joking.

<Follow my instincts�all right then�>
She thought and hesitantly raised her left hand to touch her left nipple. Her hand jerked back as her eyes widened in
pleasure and she then blushed in embarrassment. Licking her lips, she reached out again and
gently kneaded her left breast and couldn�t help but imagine that it was her
CO�s strong hand doing it instead of her own.
The blush on her cheeks intensified.
He did have an amazing body even after all he�s been through�
The
washcloth dropped from her right hand and that same hand came level with her
pubic hair and hesitated. Swallowing
heavily, she raked her nails through her pubic hair and slowly circled her
swollen clit with her right middle finger.
Eyes going wide and her knees going weak, she fell back against and slid
down the shower stall�s wall and sat on the stall�s floor, legs spread apart.

In
the bedroom, Black peeked over his shoulder at the bathroom door. He could have had sworn he heard a thud, like
something falling. She didn�t slip did
she? <Or maybe she�s taking care of her problem the same way you took care of
yours?> part of his mind hissed
softly. What if she was? He felt his member hardening again. <Turner,
you idiot, stop it!> the logical part of his mind screamed. If she did
fall and hurt herself, she was probably too stubborn to call out for help, he
reasoned. <You just want to see if she�s playing with herself, Turner.>
snickered part of his mind while the more reasonable side of him responded
with, <Stop thinking this way! She could be hurt and drowning!>

<It would probably be better trying this
sitting down�or something�> she decided as she shifted onto her knees
and took a steadying breath. Raising her
right hand she placed it between her parted thighs and once more rubbed her
clit. Her fingers trailed from the top
of her vaginal lips, down to her opening, and still the image of Black doing
this to her remained. She slowly dipped her fingers inside, pulled them out,
and continued back up to the top. She did this a number of times, experimenting
by varying the speed and depth of her fingers.
Biting her lip to keep from making any sound, she began softly grinding
the palm and heel of her right hand against her clit. She covered her mouth with her left hand, and
hoped that combined with the showers running water would help drowned out any
sound that she might make. Resting her
forehead against the shower stall, she closed her eyes and pictured Black in
her mind�s eye and from her memory came the feeling of his skin and body
against hers, the sound of his moans, and the scent of his musk.

He
hesitated at the bathroom door before trying the knob. It turned silently and he opened it partway
to peer into the bathroom. His heart in
his throat, he felt his mouth go dry and all the blood rush and pool to his
groin. Her eyes were closed and her head
tilted away from him, but he could see her hand in-between her legs and how she
was moving both her hand and her hips.
Despite the shower running, he heard her softly moan his name � she did want him! He silently closed the bathroom door and he
stood there for a second before staggering back over to the bed and laying down
belly first on his side of the bed. He
had to regain a semblance of control. This was vital!

Violet moved her hand faster
and faster as the pressure inside her built up and her hips jerked to meet her
hand. Her fingers went deeper and moved faster
until she finally exploded. Her biting
her lip and the sound of the shower thankfully muffled the resulting moan � or
so she hoped. Shaking slightly, she
removed her hand from between her legs and pulled her knees up to her chin,
allowing the water to rush over her while she regain enough composure to stand
up and take a normal shower.

After
rinsing the soap from her body and the shampoo from her hair, she stepped out
of the shower and pulled a towel off of the rack to begin drying her hair. She paused to pull on her clean clothing and
tossed the dirtied ones into the laundry basket

Black
lay there on his belly and stared hard the wall. The shower was loud, but he heard her final
moan even though it had occurred several minutes before. His cock had throbbed at that sound, and his
body tensed again. The bathroom door
finally opened and he risked a peek. She
was towel drying her hair, which kept her from seeing him looking at her,
dressed in a plain white cotton nightshirt.
His eyes jerked back to where they had been staring at the wall and he
did his best to command his body to relax, which was very difficult due to the
condition he was in.

It
was going to be a long night � and an
even longer mission�
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CHAPTER TWO: WELCOME TO VENICE