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Ceremonial Killer (Haruchai x BeauteousDeath)

Cross loved the way she curled into him, letting him shelter her, comfort her. Unlike Jordan's ex, he had loved his wife. Oh, he was sure that her ex-husband had loved her as well he supposed. But it had been made abundantly clear that as their relationship had died, so too had whatever feelings he may have once had for her. So yes, they needed one another, but for completely different reasons. They both had lost love, and again, for completely different reasons.

Cross could still feel the way his wife had looked at him, how she had felt in his arms. He could hear her laughter and her sighs. Feel the way she had breathed. Jordan... felt much the same. He knew she wasn't though. Jordan was her own person, her own woman. And for that Cross was grateful. In these moments of peace, post-coitus bliss, the man allowed his mind to roam. He'd never set out to look for anyone to replace Nancy. He hadn't even been looking for sex.

Yet Jordan was in his arms. As needful as he was. If such a thing as Fate existed, then surely those tangled webs had somehow woven them together. He couldn't help but smile that in a sick twisted way the murders of several young innocent women had drawn them together, and Cross also had to admit to himself that this time spent with Jordan was helping to heal some of those old pains that he has felt for the longest time.

It was with these thoughts, and this healing, that Cross fell asleep with Jordan held securely in his arms.

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Cross was unaware of the time, and had set no wake-up call at the front desk. It was still dark and he couldn't see too well, but could easily tell that Jordan was draped over him. He smiled, glad that even if she had awakened that she'd decided to stay with him. He actually hoped that was the case. He leaned over to her and kissed her face softly before he began to extricate himself from her limbs, careful not to wake her.

Padding over to the window he peered outside. Looked like about two feet of snow had fallen so far, and was still falling by the looks of it. Cross sighed and went to the bathroom, relieving his bladder and washing his hands (which smelled of sex), before coming back out to bed. He tried again not to wake her as he crawled in next to her, placing soft kisses on her neck and shoulders as she slept. He wasn't sure what this meant for them, for their case, but he knew he'd not let it deter them in any way.
 
Jordan closed her eyes and practically buried her face in his shoulder before she slowly started to fall asleep. An arm draped over his side, her leg was also still draped over his hip, but she didn't care, she was more than comfortable with where she was. He'd wanted her, really wanted her. Cross didn't go through the motions as though on autopilot. He took her however he wanted, and she had thoroughly enjoyed it.

Unfortunately, negative thoughts crossed through as she fell asleep curled into him, what if it had just been a fluke and he simply used her to scratch an itch? I guess I'll find that out in the morning..., she thought to herself.

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December 22, 2011​

Jordan stayed close to him, she had awakened once, but simply stayed where she was, with the exception of moving a little closer to him, and it didn't take long for her to fall asleep again.

She stirred a bit when Cross slipped away from her and out of the bed, though she remained asleep. All she did was roll to her other side. It wasn't until she felt lips on her neck and shoulder that she started to wake up. A sleepy moan sounded through closed lips as she scooted back against him more.

A smile played on her lips, her eyes remained closed, and she didn't move anymore, other than to place her hands on his arms. She almost sighed in relief, he was still there, he didn't move her to her room, or sleep elsewhere, and he acted, to her, as though he would want her again, if not this instant, then certainly later.

She was happy for the little fact if only because he didn't act repulsed by her.
 
Cross fell into a half-sleep. Neither awake nor truly in slumber, but keenly aware of his surroundings and of the woman in his arms. He hadn't let his arms relax when he had come back to bed. No. He'd held her to him and the memories of the night before came rushing back, and he smiled. Her sigh and her hands on his arms told him she was at least partially awake.

"We need to shower and get started on our day Jordan." he said to her softly and then added, "But I feel like I could lie here all day with you." He could feel his face flush a bit as he spoke those words, but he knew them to be true. If things were different, and they didn't have a case, and she didn't have to get home, then he'd encourage the both of them to do just that. They could spend the next few days eating room service and exploring one another's bodies.

His fingertips traced up along her sides then his hand moved to cup her breast and squeezed softly. It wasn't meant to turn her on, but was instead a gentle affection. He hoped she recognized it as such. The pad of his thumb played over her nipple and as he gently fondled her he said again, "C'mon Jordan, let's get clean."

He moved then and pulled her gently with him. He lifted her into his arms, cradling her almost as one would a child, one arm beneath her rump and supporting her legs, and the other supporting her back. He didn't grab, didn't grope - though he could have - and simply carried her to the restroom. He partially turned, body at a funny angle as he refused to set her down, and turned the handle to start the water. The shower was a very nice walk-in, with five separate heads. It did not take long for the water to warm and Cross walked them in.
 
At his reminder of what they should be doing she groaned in protest, but then sighed in resignation. She didn't want to move, she wanted to stay right where she was. She hadn't felt so comfortable simply laying in bed for years. His next phrase made her smile more, along with his cupping one of her breasts. She felt he wasn't trying to get her aroused, but his thumbing her nipple started something to stir inside of her.

She was about to move so she could go into the bathroom to get cleaned up, but before she was able to move, he'd scooped her up, she chuckled softly as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, allowing him to carry her to the bathroom. She did wonder when he would put her down, though somewhere, a small part of her hoped he didn't for a little longer.

Then the warm water hit them from five heads surrounding them. She closed hers as she pushed her now wet hair back from her face and simply rested her head on his shoulder. He certainly seemed as though he wanted to be around her, wanted to touch her. She just reveled in it for now.
 
Cross set her down, making sure her legs were under her but letting her lean heavily on him. He knew she was still out of sorts, though she did push her hair from her face. He tilted his head down and kissed the top of her head before he grabbed the provided shampoo that the hotel had. He had no doubt that her hair was wet enough, and he squeezed some of the gel into his hand and then set the bottle to the side before he began to work the shampoo into her hair, making it build a nice lather. "Keep your eyes closed." he whispered to her in her ear. He'd hate to accidentally get soap in her eyes.

He methodically washed her hair and then rinsed it, kissing her mouth softly when that was done. Grabbing the soap he decided to, for the moment anyway, forgo any cloth and simply use his hands. Soaping up his hands he started to rub her down, again whispering for her to keep her eyes closed. His hands then roamed over her, letting the water rinse it away as she desired. He let no inch of her go untouched or unexplored, and he replenished the soap on his hands often. Neck, shoulders and arms, breasts and her chest and midriff... all received his touch.

Then, even more slowly, Cross knelt and moved below the curve of her hips. Hands explored between her legs, her sex gently washed in such a tender way as Cross was unsure if she might be sore or sensitive. The sex had not been overly rough, but every woman was different. So he was as delicate as he could be and then washed her backside, also careful to get every inch, mind wandering as his hands explored dangerously close to her smooth pussy once more, but now running over her rear entrance almost tenderly.

Renewing the soap on his hands he washes her legs, dragging his fingers over those long shapely legs and leaning forward to kiss her flat belly. Those pulsating shower heads kept her rinsed and soon Cross stood back up and looked at her with a grin. "All clean." he announces, wishign he could do it again.
 
She leaned into him as he set her down, her head coming to the bottom of his sternum. Nodded as she closed her eyes and simply relaxed into him. A smile played on her lips as he started shampooing her hair, a sighed out soft moan sounded from her as she felt his fingers massaging her scalp, one of her favorite things in the world.

She tilted her head back, eyes still closed as he rinsed her hair free of the soap, and kissed him back softly. Her eyes opened a bit when she felt his hands on her skin, then smiled again and closed her eyes once more at his soft murmuring. The feel of his hands on her was glorious, in a few spots, mainly her breasts, nipples and between her legs, she ended up moaning very softly, her head tilting back some as she set her hands on his shoulers.

Jordan ended up giggling.. giggling as he ran his hands down her legs, he just found a couple of ticklish spots on hers, her hands on the back of his neck as he pressed his lips to her abdomen. Then was more than a little disappointed when he stopped, announcing she was all clean. It was then she realized he had her aroused again, she found it unbelievable, and hoped she could possibly do the same to him.

With that in mind, she grabbed the soap and lathered it between her hands, and started to return the favor, though to get to his neck, she had to stand on tip toe, and stretched, her body pressed into his. Slowly, she let her hands explore his shoulders, arms and chest and abdomen, along with his back, then hips and backside. Purposely, she skipped his member and just went along down his legs, then back up, renewing the soap in her hands, she finally started paying quite a bit of attention to cock and smooth balls, she didn't stroke, she didn't fondle, but she certainly lingered in that area longer than necessary as she leaned into him, her lips against the skin on his upper abdomen, rinsed free from the soap by the water running down on them.
 
Cross made note of how she reacted to his hands and fingers on her scalp. He knew that he'd do that for her again. All of this again he hoped. It was apparent that she had become aroused again and Cross smiled. Then she washed him as well, and he was well aware of her lingering touch around his cock and he felt his own arousal start, his member bobbing slightly as she brought him to arousal, unwittingly or on purpose made no difference. She had that effect on him, and he was glad for it. Then that kiss on his abdomen, and Cross sighed. He was sorely tempted to put his hands in her hair and push her downward, but he knew she might fight, if even for show.

Cross found he might rather like that.

His hands pushed, ever so slightly. He didn't force her down, just a subtle yet constant pressure. He looked down, eyes intent and intense upon her to see how she might react.
 
Her brow arched at the feel of him pushing her down, she moved her hand away from his cock and gently, yet firmly pushed his hands from her, holding onto them and lacing her fingers with his. She caught the hint, the urging her to move her mouth down on him, and so she went along and did so. Lips trailed down along his abdomen and from one side of his hips, to the other, completely skipping over his growing arousal.

She did this a bit, pressing her lips and lightly nipping his hips or even thighs before finally, she stuck the tip of her tongue out and trailed it to the base of his cock, then slowly up along his length, just when she thought he would think she was going to wrap her lips around him, she'd lick her way back down, then up, letting her tongue swirl slowly around the tip. Green eyes looked up to see his expression, wondering what it was, and wanting to see it just as she finally wrapped her lips around him and slowly, excruciatingly slowly took him into her mouth.
 
Cross trembled and shuddered as her tongue teased along him, and though he said absolutely nothing, there was no mistaking the pleading look in his eyes when she looked up into his face. The want there, the desire. His mouth was slightly open, his breathing slightly ragged, and then as she watched, and finally wrapped her lips around him, his eyes fluttered and rolled back slightly. The moan of pure pleasure and want that escaped him was undeniable, and his fingers tightened in her hair.

Another tremble shook him, and he brought his head forward, opening his eyes to be greeted by the sight of her lips wrapped about him, her tongue working him, as she slowly and inexorably moved further down that thick length. "Jordan." he hissed in pleasure, licking his lips as his eyes intently followed her. The backs of his fingers stroked her cheek, even as he felt himself move in her mouth.

"So fucking sexy..." he says softly.
 
She grasped his hips as she continued to take him in her mouth, her tongue gliding along the underside of his cock, and she kept moving until she felt him in her throat, at which point, she purposely constricted her throat around him and sucked on the base of him for a few moments, before she slowly pulled him out, still sucking on his length until her lips were wrapped only around the swollen head, then did it all over again, though a little quicker. She definitely liked his reaction and it egged her on to continue, and slowly increase her pace in which she took him in.

After a few moments, her lips wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, she slid her right hand down and cupped his balls, then gently started to fondle them, enjoying the soft feel through her fingers and against her palm.
 
"Holy fuck." Cross hissed out in his pleasure and he tugged her hair as she moved her mouth along him. Then she managed to deepthroat him and he groaned out loud, eyes intense on her face. Then she sucked just the head and Cross' knees went weak. He widened his feet and stance a bit and whispered, "Suck my cock you sexy bitch!" knowing that she might very well stop at that word, but he could think of no other way to say what he wanted to say.

Then she had him engulfed again, his balls resting on her chin, and as she massaged and fondled them he stroked her hair and just let the pleasure take him, cock throbbing in her mouth and thick drops of precum sliding from the tip to coat her tongue.
 
She gave him a throaty chuckle at his words when his cock wasn't in her throat, and started to go to town on him. She was thoroughly enjoying his reaction, it'd been years since she felt she could get a man going, since she'd been able to do one of her favorite things, and the knowledge that she could get him going really egged her on. If he'd thought she'd been deepthroating him before, she went beyond that, her bottom lip starting to envelope a portion of his balls.

After a few moments, she removed her mouth from his cock and traded places with her right hand. Her hand was now stroking him, sliding along his shaft from base to tip and back, while she wrapped her mouth around his balls and gently sucked on him there.
 
"Christ!" was what Cross uttered next, as Jordan buried his cock into her throat, her nose pressed hard into the short crisp hairs above his shaft and her lower lip adequately brushing his balls, the tip of her tongue licking over them as his cock throbbed in her throat.

He never wanted to leave that warm attentive mouth, and his hands showed that. He pulled her into him and held her there, her air cut of. He trembled a bit as he watched her throat work, a definite bulge visible beneath her jawline and in her throat. One he found irresistibly sexy. Precum dribbled down her throat and as her face began to change color he loosened his grip.

That was when she pulled off of him and Cross just grinned, eyes almost rolling back in his head at the pleasure of her right hand stroking his shaft, wet sounds as she squeezed that thick rod. Then her mouth sucked on his balls and he felt them twitch as she stroked him and massaged with her tongue.

"Oh my sweet Jordan..." he said, completely enraptured the the sheer sight of her. "Keep that shit up and I'm gonna cum down your throat." he said.
 
She smiled at his words and traded places with her hand again. Just before she started sliding him into her mouth, she looked up at him, "Good, I want you to," she said. Actually, she needed him to, needed the proof she could get him that excited in this way, she had the proof from last night, her body was still feeling quite pliant, relaxed. Then she took him in her mouth again, doing what she did before, her hand cupping and massaging his sac, while she took him in completely and in her throat, sucking on him, keeping in her throat until she couldn't take the lack of air anymore and finally slid him partly out, enough so she could breathe again, then did it all over again. Over and over, faster and even a little harder with the suction. Urging him to release into her mouth and throat.
 
Cross could only smile at her admission. "Of course you do." he finally responded as she once more returned to deepthroating his cock. She did this well, each time she swallowed him made him shudder with pleasure and his breath grow more ragged. Soon his hands were in her hair again and he fought the urge to rightfully and truly fuck her mouth. Even so, his hips thrust as she took him with her mouth and he watched every second as she eagerly and enthusiastically sucked his cock. He had no idea how long this relationship of theirs might last, nor how long they might be able to keep it secret, but he knew that nobody would believe it. Fuck, he didn't believe it.

There had been no way to know just how pent-up she had been. Nor himself. He'd felt drawn to her when he first met her - even though her attitude had seemed cold. Nevermind that beneath her suit, her professionalism, he knew there was a kickin' body. He was glad that he'd managed to open up to her. She had to him as well, in more ways than one.

A moan from her brought him once more back to the here and now and he watched with amazement as she swallowed the length of his cock. He was a well-endowed man, and yet she did so with aplomb and that made her all the more sexy.

"Uuuhnnggg.... uuuhhnngg... here it comes baby...." he grunted out, informing her of his impending climax, his cock throbbing more insistently in her mouth now.

"Uuhng, uuhng.... UUUUUHHHNNG!!!" his grunts grew even louder, more guttural, and his cock twitched and swelled - then pulsed his hot spunk into the back of her throat and over her tongue. Spurt after spurt of that sticky semi-liquid coated the inside of her mouth and a small stream dribbled from the corner of her mouth. Cross watched in fascination. "Goddamn. You swallow every last drop of that, you fuckin' sexy..." he got no further at the moment as a random swirl of her tongue over the head of his cock drew another shudder.
 
Jordan swallowed every last bit he gave her, her tongue swirling over him and licking him clean from his seed. She looked, and felt, like a cat with catnip. Thoroughly pleased that she had been able to get him off in this manner. Slowly, a soft, please moaned escaping her mouth, she started to press kisses along his hips then slowly made her way back up, her arms wrapping around his middle, small hands splayed on his back and roaming. She simply wanted to feel his skin against hers at the moment. Feel the light tremors that went through his body, knowing she'd been the cause of it. She couldn't help but grin as she lightly nipped the skin on his abdomen.

It'd been two years since her divorce, yet five years since she'd actually felt close to a man in any number of intimate ways. Five years she'd gone on thinking that she was now labeled a Federal Agent, a mother, a friend and daughter, and for awhile, a wife, but then divorced. At least five years since she'd actually been looked at, and treated like a woman, without the other labels coming in the way.
 
As she swallowed, that suction drew even more from him both in his seed and in the vocalized moan he gave her. He stroked her hair and she licked him clean and soon stood, dragging kisses over his abdomen. As she did he caressed her neck and shoulders, fingertips dragging over that sensitive skin. She hugged herself close to him and he bent and kissed her mouth, the salty taste of his spunk still there. But he didn't care. How often would a woman take a man into her mouth after he'd been inside of her? Besides, a small bit of himself didn't hurt anything, even though he doubted he'd willingly swallow a whole load.

He moaned into the kiss and pulled her up so that her feet left the floor a moment. He soon broke the kiss. "That was wonderful. If there's any way you might want me to repay you, all you have to do is ask."

He was teasing, and he hoped she realized that. She had to ask for it though. He'd eagerly do whatever she asked, but he wanted to hear it. Needed to hear it.

Reaching behind her he shut off the streams of water and grabbed a couple of the huge fluffy towels. Without asking he began to dry her off, rubbing vigorously, and once more concentrating on a few key areas.
 
She laughed softly as he lifted her off her feet, she returned his kiss as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She couldn't remember when she laughed so much and her daughter wasn't around, but he made her feel good, make her laugh easily and smile more. Though he did give her pause and wanting her to tell him what she wanted him to do to her. She knew what she wanted, but truly couldn't verbalize it, it was something she wasn't familiar in doing, once upon a time she would have had no trouble, but after years of rejection and neglect, it gave her pause.

"I think I'll have to think of that one," she told him, as he dried her off, green eyes closed as he stayed in certain areas longer than necessary, the small smile on her face saying she was definitely enjoying the attention. Her mind whirred around the events of the past couple of days, and she had to wonder, how the hell did they get to wild sex and showering together. When she was dried off she smiled softly to him and took the towel to wrap around herself, "I guess for now we should get dressed, grab some breakfast and see about getting some research done," she said to him as she pushed her short damp hair back from her face, though she didn't move as she looked up at him.

She definitely wanted him to just take her as he did last night, any of the times. Just pick her up, and toss her on the bed and have his way with her.
 
Cross smiled at her answer, obviously pleased that she would give it some thought, and also that he'd possibly rendered thought for her difficult at this time. She had obviously enjoyed herself, and fuck! he had as well. After he had dried her he did the same for himself and wrapped his towel about his waist.

"Yes, I suppose we should. Looking at the snow outside I say we go get another vehicle as well. The Crown Vic won't be the best for this snow, and I know they have a couple 4-wheel drive Tahoes that we can choose from. Those should let us get around a bit better, and those snow plows will be at work."

He'd followed her out of the room and gave her a playful slap on the ass before he went to his luggage, her own clothes back in her room. "Meet you at your room in a few minutes? And by the way, where would you like to eat for breakfast? We can go out or call room service."

Cross didn't wait for her to leave before letting the towel drop, and despite the unaroused state of his member, it was still rather impressive. Cross was a large man, and well-proportioned. Cock neither too big, nor too small...

He waited for her answer, unashamed in his nakedness and now grabbing a pair of boxers from his luggage.
 
Jordan smiled at him a bit as she crossed his room to the connecting door and went into her rooms. From there she got into her bag and quickly grabbed then slipped on a pair of black satin and lace panties, with a matching bra, then a black tank top. She pulled out a black silk, button down blouse and pulled it on before she grabbed the charcoal slacks with the flared legs. As she continued dressing she called out, "I have no idea what to do for breakfast, you know the place better than me though, so I'll follow with what you suggest around here," she told him as she started tucking her blouse into her pants, then she sat on the edge of her bed and pulled her socks on before slipping small and dainty feet into her black flats, then pulled a brush out of her bag and started dragging it through her short, damp hair.
 
Cross got dressed, black pants and white shirt, then pulled on his socks and shoes as well. Not knowing how long they might be staying here he opted to leave the rest of his things where they were, and then went to meet Jordan. He stood for a moment at the door to her room and then went to her, gently taking the brush from her without a word and starting to brush her hair for her. After a moment he spoke.

"The breakfast here in the hotel is great of course, but there are plenty of places we can go as well. Let's get out of here and see what the roads are like. We might be stuck here for part of the morning, though they usually have the streets cleared by noon or so."

Cross bent down and kissed her mouth softly, completely enthralled by this petite woman.
 
Jordan gave him a surprised, startled and almost shocked look as he started brushing her. She had no clue what to do with her hands so she set them in her pants pockets and closed her eyes, letting herself relax with him brushing her hair. She heard him speak and she nodded a little, "Sounds like a plan," she murmured softly and nearly jumped when he startled her yet again with the feel of his lips on hers. She pulled her hands out of her pockets and settled her hands on the back of his neck and returned the kiss. She could definitely grow used to this kind of attention. She just hoped it didn't hurt badly if or when this thing between them would end, she also hoped that she didn't reek of desperation and neediness.
 
Cross knew that he was catching her off guard and unaware, and he loved it. That she was so easily pleased and surprised made things easier for him. He could act as he wanted, be himself, and make her happy with those simple actions. He hoped he wasn't coming on too strongly, too needful.

As he brushed her hair he simply watched her face and the backs of his fingers caressed her cheek. He almost lost himself in their kiss when she wrapped her arms about him, hands on the back of his neck. It would have been so easy to do that, to stay here in their room and order room service, and fuck the day away. Yet they had work to do.

Cross eventually broke the kiss, his lips just pressed to hers as he smiled and then spoke, "C'mon Jordan, let's see what the weather is like." Cross straightened and set her brush on the nightstand, then extended a hand to her.
 
She chuckled softly and nodded as she grabbed her suit jacket, then her thick, black coat for the weather, she slid them both on, then placed her hand in his, "If we must," she said in a slightly wistful tone. Though she was certainly eager to see that the weather was like and see if they could get to the library and get some research done.

She made sure everything was on her, her gun, card key and badge and cell phone, before they left the room and headed toward the elevator. She didn't move her hand from his, but her thoughts were already whirring around the case, the phrases, the bodies and how they were found, the break-in to Cross's hotel room back in New York. What was the message being sent across? How were the victims being chosen?
 
Cross followed her lead and grabbed his wallet, gun, card key, badge and coat. Stuffing most of these items into the inner pockets of his coat, he holstered his firearm and retook Jordan's hand. Though he said little, his mind also was tumbling over the conundrum of the case and he walked them mechanically to the elevator. Once inside the conveyance he gave her hand a squeeze and said, "Moving our things to one of the Tahoes should be east and will give us more room to work. Let me call and ask Banta about that."

Only then did he let go of her hand and dial his Director. The conversation was brief and he soon said, "There's one available and we're free to use it." He smiled, glad that they'd likely be able to get around the city. The elevator dinged and they were on the first floor. Taking her hand again Cross moved them out of the elevator and across the lobby. Several other guests were in the lobby, and Cross nodded and smiled at most of them, very proud to be seen with Jordan on his arm. The size contrast was considerable, and at that thought Cross' mind couldn't help but wonder at all the deviant things he could do to her and her flexible body.

He had to focus. Try to get his mind back on the case. It was then that they passed through the doors and out into the cold air. Glancing at a nearby thermometer with a digital readout Cross pointed at it. It read -5.

Their car was brought around in moments, though the valet drove it slowly. "Be careful sir. The roads are pretty slick."

Cross thanked him and tipped him. He'd driven in DC in this weather. He'd feel more comfy once they had the 4-wheel drive. He still held the door for Jordan and then was soon in the car himself. "OK, let's see if we can make it back to the Department." he said, and headed out, slow and cautious.
 
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