The Collection - Detective Jones Part 2 Femme Fatale

The Collection- Detective Jones Part 2

Femme Fatale

By Margaret Shields

Later that evening he was watching her do the dishes when she remarked

 “Femme fatale ...hmm, that sounds quite romantic.”

“It’s not like in those French films you watch Gracie, there is a real killer out there, destroying lives.” 

He regretted the words as soon as they had left his mouth. It had only been 2 years since Gracie herself had been kidnapped and her best friend killed in the attempt to rescue them from that monster. Yet tonight she seemed to have other things on her mind, as she let the remark pass.

“I could be a femme fatale, don’t you think?” she turned suddenly looking up coquettishly at him under her eyelashes. 

“I could get you into trouble...I could be very dangerous.” She said suddenly serious.

“Hon, you’re too sweet for me to every think that.” He replied as he moved to embrace her. Gracie turned suddenly intent on making Detective Jones see otherwise. Pulling a can from the fridge she faced him again.

 “I could make you do bad things with this can of...whip cream!” she smiled wickedly at him.

“Grace...No, I’m warning you” He hesitated taking a step back, hands outstretched. "You know I have to lose 20 more pounds before the reunion.” Undeterred Gracie pulled out a jar and undid the lid, hastely dipping her fingers deep into it’s dark contents, and pulling out a smooth substance that in the dim light of the kitchen gleamed a rich red. “Or how about some sinful chocolate.” She purred.

“No. Gracie, now look here.” He protested stronger this time but his willpower was fading and not just for staying away from the dessert. Detective Jones had been through a roller coaster with Gracie. Months of therapy, and couples counciling since the attack and while they still were very much in love, they had not made love in over a year. She could still not stand to be touched even when she initiated, he was always hesitant to follow through not wanting to bring on a flashback and have her hysterical. Even now when the therapist said she was ready and strong enough. Det. Jones wasn’t sure he was. Yet tonight seemed different. As he watched her move slowly forwards running her sticky fingers from her breast above her tank top to her collar bone, finally sucking in satisfaction she moaned.

 

It was too much for one man to bear. He couldn’t keep his eyes off his wife’s pretty collar bone and breast now painted in rich dark chocolate. He could feel his stomach muscles tighten as blood rushed to his groin, and he noticed an overwhelming amount of saliva in his mouth. His heartbeat quickened when the heat of her breath reached his neck.

“ Honey...I believe your drooling.” She giggled softly in his ear.

She steped back satisfied with a smile on her face, chocolate still on her chin and dipped her fingers in the jar again. This time pulling them out and holding them close under his nose. The deep rich scent which he missed almost as much as his wife’s sweet scent pushed him over the edge. He groaned loudly and grabbed her. Gracie shrieked with laughter as he hoisted her over his shoulders and made his way down the hallway to their bedroom, chocolate jar in the other hand.