Kat runs to Josh, the man she loves.
This is a story full of Characters, with two lovers at its centre. As in life nothing is sure, and I have not yet written the end, so if you have suggestions on what should happen to the people in my story, please let me know and I will try to incorporate some of your suggestions.
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Josh watched as the daytime relief walked towards him across the large expanse of the Industrial Area he was working at as a Security Guard. It was six o'clock in the morning and his shift had come to an end. Exhausted from a twelve hour shift he shrugged into his jacket and picked up his bag walking out of the tiny mobile office met the day shift man just outside of the unit that was his headquarters during the night.
"How was it last night?"
"Quiet. No problems. Block three has an outside light out and I've written the report up and left it on the desk for you. Ordered the replacement and set up for it to be done this afternoon."
Walking out to his car, he rolled his shoulders, tired and grumpy. The work was boring but it paid a wage that allowed him to live. Just about. He wasn't going to set the world on fire, but since the siege he hadn't wanted to, preferring to work and just go home to his flat and sleep. His life revolved around the two places, flat and work, with the occasional visit to John and the pub. The one he met her at, the one were it all started.
Climbing in behind the wheel he started the car and pulling out of the car park drove towards his home and the oblivion of sleep.
*
Katrina rang the bell, receiving no answer. Panicking she wondered if he had moved. It had never occurred to her he might not be here. Stepping back from the main door to the block of apartments she looked up towards what she thought was his windows and felt the tears start to form in her eyes. What should she do she thought? Where should she go? Standing there lost in her emotions she never noticed the car drive past her towards the garages, nor the man as he dragged his bone weary body up the pathway around the side of the building towards the door.
As he walked along Josh felt a strong pull, not sure what it was, but he felt it so strong that he stopped walking and turned to look behind him.
His heart seemed to stop beating for a second before it resumed hard and fast in his chest as he saw her, sitting on the low wall, her shoulders slumped, her bag held dangling between her jean clad legs, her sweet face surrounded by her long black hair.
Katrina.
Looking up as if she had heard her name spoken she saw him, and getting up and running towards him she threw herself at him shouting his name, "Josh." as his arms grabbed around her, hugging her to him, his face burrowing in her neck, a broken whisper escaping his lips, "Katrina."
The two people stood hugging, unaware of anything around them. Josh raised his head and brushing her hair back from her face looked down into her tear washed eyes and stated in a broken voice, "You're here? Are you OK?"
"Yes I'm here. I missed you so much and I couldn't stand it anymore. Are you angry?"
Kissing her lips he smiled, "Angry? Katrina these past five months have been hell without you."
Smiling up at him she told him, "I wanted to see you at the hospital, but they wouldn't let me. They told me you were alright and that they had taken out the bullet from you, but they wouldn't let me see you. Then they took me and placed me in some place to the west of London and last night was the first time I managed to get away. They're probably going to discover I've gone soon." Laughing she told him, "We've only got a couple of hours before they work out where I am."
Laughing down at her Josh shook his head, "That's my Kat, ever the escape artist."
Touching his cheek with her hand, feeling the stubble she whispered, "Are you going to talk for the next couple of hours out here, or are you going to take me upstairs and make love with me."
Stepping back he held out his hand for her to take, and walking together they went up the path to the door, where she stood as he took out his key and opened it up, allowing her to enter, to go up to where she felt safe, to where she knew she would find love if only for a short while.
*
They lay facing each other on his bed, his hand stroking the skin of her back, her small breasts pressed against his chest, their legs entwined, their heads resting on the pillows. Pushing up against his shoulder she pushed him to lay back, bending her face over his she kissed him deeply and sweetly, her hands cupping his face, the tips of her fingers burrowing into his hair, her palms touching his ears. Laying her body over his, she felt his arms hold her to him, his thighs spread out to allow her to settle her legs between them, his manhood pressing up into her thighs hard and hot.
"Kat." he hoarsely pleaded, "Kat....." as his tongue plunged deeper taking her as he rolled back over, his body pressing down hard onto her, his hands rising up to hold her head still.
Mouth pressed against mouth, lips pressing down against lips, tongues duelled and rubbed, as body pressed against body. He couldn't seem to get enough of her and his movements became more frantic as his hand swept down to her breast, squeezing and kneading as he continued the deep kiss, the taste of her intoxicating, her smell filling his senses, her touch sending tingling sensations wherever she touched him.
Dragging his mouth from hers he kissed his way down her neck, making his way down until he settled it over the hard tip cresting a small firm globe and suckled, feeling her body arch up, her gasp of pleasure driving him on. Nipping and suckling her worked her breasts, his hand holding onto one, the other hand sweeping under her back to lift her up towards him, giving him more access, her hands in his hair pushing him harder against her.
Her legs opened up inviting him to enter, as frantically they rubbed against each other, no finesse, no elegance, just raw need to connect, to join, to become one. Slipping inside her in one long sweep, his body curving up, her legs hooking over his back, ankles crossed, she thrust her hips up to meet him, arms holding on for dear life as they pumped into each other, the sounds of gasping and grunts filling the early morning light.
Warm, wet and tight she felt like heaven to him. Hard, pulsing and deep he thrust, the rhythm fast and furious, the pull to be deeper, to push harder, to be inside of the very core of her taking hold and driving his body on.
Her nails raked his back as she writhed in passion under the onslaught, feeling alive, feeling him possess her. The small pain mingling with the pleasure as her body rose up towards coming, the tight pulse in her groin increasing as did his strong sweeping movements inside of her.
Throwing his head back as he came, he felt her muscles clench around him, her cry of satisfaction echoing around the bedroom, her slick sweat soaked body shuddering with her own orgasm as they came. Five months of wanting and waiting exploding together in an orgasmic burst of white hot passion.
*
Back in Richmond at the Rape Councillors office Denise Flatly sat at her desk talking with Katrina's case officer Malcolm Whitty . "She's missed her eleven o'clock appointment and no one at the apartments has seen her since late afternoon yesterday."
"Shit, where the hell was the security on the place."
"Where they were meant to be, down at the front foyer and round the back by the fire escape."
"Do you think Romanich's men have got her?"
"No idea, but we need to let Phil Amery know."
"Shit, heads will roll now."
"So long as it's not ours!"
