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Jude let Carmen guide her down gently on the bed but didn’t stay down for long. As soon as Carmen crawled into bed with her, Jude rolled over on an elbow then her knees.

“Your first,” she growled, light flickering in her eyes.

She peeled off Carmen’s pants in one swift motion and discarded them on the floor by the bed, then she rubbed the heel of her hand over Carmen’s black lace panties, teasing her and eliciting gasps and the grinding of Carmen’s hips against the pressure she was providing. After Carmen’s panties became too damp, she slid those off, too, and continued to slide her whole hand up and down through Carmen’s wetness, slowly, surely, enjoying how Carmen thrust and ground her hips against her.

She could feel the stress of their increasingly dangerous situation melt off Carmen’s body and mind until all that was left was them two, together, in this moment.

Jude could smell Carmen’s desire and she ached to taste her. She couldn’t resist anymore and buried her face in between Carmen’s thighs, honing in on Carmen’s clit that was swollen with want.

She flicked her tongue over it before moving down to paint her folds with long, slow strokes of her tongue before she paused then sucked on her labia and then on her clitoris. Underneath her, Carmen came undone, and the woman twined her fingers in Jude’s hair, twisting the strands between her fingers as she arched her back, giving Jude even more access to the sweet taste of her.

Jude slipped her fingers into Carmen’s soft wetness, feeling the way Carmen’s walls relaxed to make room for her, allowing her in. She added another finger, pushing in as deep as they would go and eliciting a deep earthy moan from Carmen.

“Oh, please…. please… I need you…” Carmen’s voice was just above a whisper.

“Hard?” Jude asked, wanting to be sure, as she curled her fingers to reach Carmen’s G spot and began to thrust in and out of her.

“Yes,” Carmen gasped, “Just like the first night. Fuck me so hard I can’t feel anything else.”

Jude smiled, remembering how beautiful it had been the first night on the balcony. Her body tight against Carmen’s, her right hand fucking her so hard and fast, Carmen had unravelled completely beneath her.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Jude growled as she pressed her body down on top of Carmen getting a good angle so her trusty right hand could take her exactly where she wanted to go.

Carmen’s eyes closed and her head tipped back. Her moans became screams of pleasure as Jude’s four fingers rammed into her again and again.

Carmen’s whole body jolted beneath her and she began to squirt again and again and again for Jude’s fingers.

Jude knew the bed would be soaking beneath them, but she didn’t care. Carmen wanted to give everything to Jude here and now and take everything from her and perhaps, just to feel alive, and Jude wanted so desperately to be exactly what she needed.

She felt something more building beneath her and she pressed her hip down against Carmen’s clitoris as she continued fucking her.

Carmen leaned her head back and cried out in pleasure as her orgasm came fast and strong, rippling over her body in waves.

Jude held her as she rode it out, fingers still buried deep within her and as Carmen eventually stilled in her arms with tears falling from her eyes, she kissed her tenderly.

8

CARMEN

Carmen woke to silence.

Not the natural quiet of early morning, but perhaps the manufactured stillness that preceded violence. Twenty-five years of negotiating in conflict zones had taught her to read the spaces between sounds and to recognize when silence masked approaching danger.

She found Jude already alert and moving, her fluid grace transformed into something sharper. Through the safe house's reinforced windows, dawn painted harsh shadows across the unfamiliar walls. Carmen watched Jude check security feeds and communication arrays, noting how her movements carried the same focused intensity that had become familiar.

"The signals are degrading," Jude reported, her voice carrying that particular edge that made Carmen's diplomatic instincts sharpen. "Multiple frequencies showing interference patterns."

Carmen moved to the command center's main console, bare feet silent on cold tile floors. The screens displayed their shrinking world: security cameras covering the property's perimeter, communication channels linking them to the outside,and surveillance feeds monitoring the surrounding streets. One by one, green status indicators flickered to amber, then red.

"They're isolating us," she said, recognizing the tactical approach from previous attempts on her life. "They’re cutting off communication first, then physical access." She studied the surveillance feeds, catching subtle changes in local traffic patterns. "The police patrols are too precise. Their coverage zones suggest military training."

Jude's slight pause spoke volumes. "You see it too?"

"I've had years of practice reading between lines and nonverbal cues." Carmen tracked another patrol car's too-perfect route. "In Venezuela, they used similar patterns before the ambush. Local authorities coordinating with private contractors, establishing containment zones while appearing routine."

Through the monitors, she watched Sarah test defensive positions while Marcus ran diagnostics on their equipment. The team moved with practiced efficiency, but Carmen caught the growing tension in their movements. They had all seen this pattern before, and it wasn’t going to end well.

A soft chime drew their attention as another communication channel went dark. Carmen studied Jude's reflection in the darkened screen, noting how the cut on her cheek caught the harsh light. The sight made her chest ache with everything they stood to lose.

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