This is a work of fiction, using characters from the film, “Proof of Life”.  No insult or invasion of privacy or infringement of copyright is intended. The story is for readers over the age of 18 only, and contains adult language. The writer is not responsible for any "discomfort" caused to the reader by this language and these situations.

Full Length Of The River

©2008 by: Darrin

Chapter Fourteen

In the shower, Terry continued to move slowly with Stephanie, but feeling emboldened by his success in bed with her, let his hands and mouth move freely, kissing and touching her as he wanted.  He felt her stiffen now and then, but was always able to ease her back from wherever her mind had tried to take her.  He was fairly certain though, that sex against the wall of the shower wasn’t probably something she could deal with just yet and definitely not from behind.  She’d probably been manhandled that way many a time and Terry was not about to put her in that position, knowing she’d remember something far more horrific, despite it being him inside her.  She needed to see his eyes still and he was more than happy to wait until he could be staring into them again as he brought her to climax while buried deep inside her.  Just the thought of it had his cock thickening once more.  He’d be patient though, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t make her come one more time for him before they washed and got lunch.

As he soaped up his hands while she stood under the water, watching him with a sweet smile on her face and a questioning look in her eye, he grinned.  The little brunette stew would have recognized the patented, “I know what I want to do and I’m going to do it,” Terry Thorne wicked grin, but Stephanie hadn’t seen it before.  So she stood, watching his hands fill themselves with lather.

Terry spread the soap liberally across her breasts and brought her nipples back to hard peaks with his thumbs.  He chuckled to himself as he saw Stephanie try and watch what he was doing but losing the battle, succumbing to the sensations his hands were giving her.  Sliding one soap covered hand to the back of her neck, he pulled her close to him for a kiss – did anything taste better than her sweet kisses?  He didn’t think so – and slid his other hand slowly down to her curls, feeling her heart beat increase radically as she finally divined his plan.  His fingers slid further down, into her sex and he began alternately rubbing her little nub and sliding in and out of her opening, searching for then finding the sensitive spot there.  Between his fingers and thumb and the slow kiss their mouths and tongues were engaged in, he had her panting after long minutes.

Her wet hands fought for purchase on his biceps, finally managing to keep herself upright by leaning against the wall behind her.  Terry listened for and was rewarded with Steph’s needy little whimpers as he kept her just on the edge.  When he heard the little “oh-oh-oh” in the back of her throat, he grinned against their kiss and concentrated on her button, bringing her to her release with only a few more rubs from his finger.  Her knees threatened to give out but Terry held onto her firmly, keeping her solidly against him and keeping up his movements on her nub, slowing down but still in time with what her hips were doing.  She kissed him when she was able to again, her hands sliding into his hair and her body pressed against his.  Which was when she felt his cock, solid and standing firm from the fur at the base of his belly.

She looked down, breaking off their kiss and then looked back into his eyes.  Hers were filled with one question, tempered with apprehension.  Though he felt certain she wasn’t afraid, he could sense she was acknowledging what he had earlier; she wasn’t ready yet for anything akin to roughness.  He brushed her hair back and smiled.

“Later, luv.  When we can be in bed again.”

She shook her head.  He could see she wanted to speak, but for some reason, she wasn’t.  Instead, she passed a hand across her breasts, gathering up the lather still there and slid it down his body until she was grasping his cock and began moving up and down him, watching what she was doing.  Terry’s eyes followed her and grinned as she concentrated on her task.  But when she reached the right rhythm, he groaned and closed his eyes.  Her delicate little hand felt so good on him and he did really want to come with her again.  This was the next best thing.

He leaned forward, hands against the wall on either side of her head as she kept her eyes on what she was doing.  Terry opened his and tried to chuckle at her determination to look but it turned into a growl as he felt his climax approaching.  She must have recognized he was about to come because she looked up into his eyes and smiled.

“T come too,” she whispered, “just for me.”

Her soft little voice and the words she said surprised him into a sudden jerk forward of his hips and his seed spurted from him, each jet landing on various parts of her belly and thighs.  Terry growled again, then groaned with his release as the spasms slowed and he was able to breathe again.

“Fuck, luv…” he whispered back and kissed her again.

When they broke apart, Stephanie smiled up at him and then inexplicably blushed a deep crimson and he saw it spread across her entire body.  It made him laugh and capture her mouth again.

“I love you, Stephanie Jasper,” he said as they broke apart, mouths still close.  “So very much.”

“Me too, T,” she grinned then stared into his eyes seriously, “I love you, Terry Thorne.”

Terry’s heart sped up.  And all he could do was look at her, memorizing everything about this face he loved so much, caressing her cheeks and brushing her hair away from her face.  Stephanie stared back, touching him similarly and they kept smiling at each other, making love in a completely different and somehow more satisfying way.

Terry wasn’t sure how much time passed, but he saw her suppress a little shiver.

“Come on, babygirl, we need to finish showering and get some food into you,” he said softly.  Stephanie nodded and Terry pulled them both under the falling water, determined to actually do what he’d said but incapable of not washing her skin himself.  This time however, he elicited giggles instead of moans and they managed to actually finish the shower and get wrapped up into towels and make their way to the kitchen.

Between the two of them, they put together a mini-feast of hot dogs, crisps and beer.  Stephanie found a container that made her giggle and when she showed it to Terry, he laughed out loud.  There was a sticker on the top and in Maggie’s strong handwriting, Eat this too, Mr Junk Food Junkie! reminding Terry in no uncertain terms that he and Steph both needed their veggies.  He quickly microwaved the green bean casserole and they took their now only mostly unhealthy meal out to the living room.

They cuddled together on the sofa and found a telly program they both agreed on and spent the afternoon munching and snuggling.  At some point, Terry remembered Stephanie needed her meds and bandages taken care of and just as they finished, Terry’s cell rang.  Terry answered it, walking into his room to fetch his clothes while Stephanie finished dressing in her room.

“What’s up, ya bastard?” Terry said, knowing it was Dino from the caller ID.

“You sound chipper.  Having fun with Princess Stephanie?”

“None of your business,” Terry returned.

“Oh my God, you had sex with her,” Dino replied matter-of-factly.

“I said it was none of your business!”

Dino laughed and Terry cursed under his breath that Dino could read him even over the fucking phone.  Then Dino got serious.  “Well, I’m glad.  She’s gonna need all the bright moments she can get, hermano.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means I just got back to the office from her apartment.  Duncan’s processing the memory stick now but I have a vid file I’ve uploaded to our server so you can get an overview.  Graydon was seriously helpful.  Told me all about the six months Steph’s been working for him.  She’s damned good at her job, let me tell you.  Graydon couldn’t sing her praises high enough.  The only negative thing he had to say was that she was very unsociable.  Polite and all, but never made any friends.  Just did her job and went home.  From what little he could get out of her, she had absolutely nothing else in her life.  And after seeing her apartment, I believe him.”

“Okay, let me get Steph busy with something so I can look at the vid.  Two ticks.”  Terry put Dino on hold and went to Steph’s room finding her writing in her journal.  “Luv, I got a little work I need to do, you okay in here for a bit?  I just need to get this done, won’t be long.”

“Okay, T,” she replied and smiled at him.

He bent and kissed her forehead.  “Love you, babygirl,” he whispered.

“Love you, T,” she giggled gently back.

Terry went out to his laptop and booted up then followed his shortcut to the FTP site and downloaded the file.  A window opened and he saw the unfamiliar flat being walked into from what supposedly was the front door.

He took Dino off hold and said, “Okay, what am I looking at?”

“Steph’s living room, looks normal, right?  Well, except for the overabundance of books and DVDs, your girl’s a bit manic with the escapism, understandable though.  Then the kitchen, breakfast nook.”

“Yeah, yeah, bedroom and bathroom… Nothing strange yet, mate.”

“Okay, just keep watching.”

Terry sighed but kept his eyes on the screen.  He watched Dino step in front of the camera to open the hall closet, but finding it locked, pulled out his kit and picked the lock, finally opening the closet door.

Except it turned out not to actually be a closet at all.

One wall of the little room was covered in newspaper clippings.  Duncan had panned across them slowly and Terry read the headlines as they appeared.

Slain Family Found – Daughter Only Survivor

Gruesome Details As Police Find Body Parts In Kitchen Trash

Home Invasion Murderers of Minneapolis Family Caught

Trial Begins Today – Sole Survivor To Testify

Terry swore to himself, they made her testify, fuck.

Three Man Crew Found Guilty – Death Penalty Probable

Youngest Daughter Collapses In Courtroom as Death Sentence Read

“Oh God…” Terry whispered.

The camera then panned to the opposite wall which was covered in what looked like graffiti.  Then Terry made out what the red letters against the black wall said.

Jasmine Stephens is dead.

Then down below in much smaller letters and pale blue:

I survived for a reason.

Terry felt a lump in his throat.  The camera then panned to where a little shrine on a table stood, a picture of a smiling family surrounded by jasmine and heather and half burnt candles.  Everything looked old and unused, a layer of dust covering the table and the newspaper clippings had been curled and yellowing.  The dust looked like it had gathered for far longer than just how long she’d been away.

Whatever pain she’d experienced in creating this room had been locked away, but that it hadn’t been dismantled meant she’d still been connected to it.  He could almost imagine her coming home each night, making a lonely dinner and curling up on her sofa to read or watch telly.  Did she look to the hallway often or rarely?  Did she stand in front of the door, key in hand, talking herself out of opening the door and if so, how often?  Nightly?  He hoped not.  He hoped she’d locked it purposefully and abandoned it, trying to find her way.  And that she’d gone on the trip helped him believe that, believe that she had at least been trying.  Her strength of will to survive against all odds, to remain in the world, was far too impressive to believe anything else.

His eyes went back to the screen where he’d paused it.

I survived for a reason.

Yes, luv, so I could find you, he thought to himself.

He wiped his face, only half surprised to feel wetness there.

“Fuck, Dino,” he whispered in a strangled voice.

“I know, Ter,” his friend replied.

“What was she doing every night… and weekends?  Was she sitting alone in that flat trying to just hang on?”

“Looks that way.”

“And then she tries… And…”  Terry couldn’t go on.

“Yeah.”

Terry took a deep breath.  And another.  Finally he was able to put some coherence to his thoughts.  “Death’s too fucking good for those cocksuckers,” he growled, slamming the laptop closed.

“You want me to call our contact in Minnesota?  Cost us a pretty penny, but something could be arranged.”

“I can’t answer that right now or it’d be yes and I’d have explicit instructions what to do with their balls.”

“Okay,” Dino replied.  One of the reasons Dino and Terry were so close was Dino’s ability to read him.  Terry was always supremely grateful for that.

“I’m gonna go hold my sheila for an eternity and I’ll call you back.”

“Okay, Terry.”  Dino hung up and Terry put his head in his hands, trying to calm himself.

A few minutes later, he heard soft footfalls in the hallway come into the living room and then felt Stephanie’s hand on his shoulder.

“What’s the matter, T?”

Terry took a deep breath, willing himself to push the blackness that had enveloped him aside and pulled his sweet little sheila who should never, ever be hurt again onto his lap.  He smiled up at her and encouraged her to wrap herself around him as she always did.

“Nothing holding you forever won’t fix, luv.”

A little giggle wafted through her body and he felt it against his, making him grin.  “That’s good.  I like holding you, too,” she whispered into his ear.

Terry held his sheila as the sun began going down.  After awhile he was able to glance at the clock on top of the television and was surprised that nearly a half hour had passed.  As much as he’d like to stay this way forever, he knew Stephanie needed stimulus and hoped she was feeling more like going out.

“What would you like to do tonight, babygirl?  Wanna see a movie?”  She didn’t reply straight away and Terry smiled wryly, knowing she’d rather stay in.  “Well, how about a compromise, then?  Go out and rent a flick and pick up some takeaway?”

“That sounds like a good plan!”  Her enthusiasm was encouraging.  He’d started turning the “maybe” to “yes” already.

“Good onya, luv.  And after the movie, if you’re VERY good, I’ll give you so many climaxes you’ll be mindless for hours.  How’s that sound?”

She sat back and looked into his eyes.  “That sounds like an even better plan.”

Then she winced a little and Terry was immediately concerned.  “What’s the matter, luv?  Are you hurt?”  A blush crept across her cheeks and she looked down, not answering him.  He tipped her chin up and said softly, “Did I hurt you, Steph?  Tell me.”

“A little,” she answered in a very small voice.

He pulled her close.  “Bass said you’d feel discomfort when you had your monthlies.  I’m sorry I didn’t think about that.  We can wait until you’re all healed before –”

“No… oh, please, T, no.  I don’t want to wait.  I… I like how you feel inside me too much to wait again.  It’s not that sore.  Just a little… uncomfortable.”

“But you winced.  That’s not just a little uncomfortable.”

“As long as I’m careful how I sit, it’s okay, really!”

“You’re sure?”  She nodded but Terry was even more glad he hadn’t tried anything in the shower.  “Okay then, let’s get you some of those meds Bass said would help and then we’ll go get our evening’s entertainment.”

After getting Steph a dose of the pills Bass had recommended for that particular pain, Terry and Stephanie got ready to go out and then headed down to the front of his building to catch a cab.  First stop was the video store where Terry let Steph pick out their movie.  As she was perusing the titles, Terry’s cell rang again.  It was Dino.

“Thought I was gonna call you back,” Terry said without preamble.

“Yeah, I know, but I found something.  Can you talk?”

Terry stepped a little away from where Steph was deciding between action and drama, making him smile that she wasn’t anywhere near comedy or romance like most sheilas would be and returned to his call.  “Yeah we’re okay as long as I keep it quiet.”

“Okay, well, we were going through the photos and found a pamphlet for a club on her fridge.  I sent Joyce over to check it out.  She just called from there.  Said the bartender recognized Steph’s photo.  Apparently she’d been going there regularly about three nights a week for a month before she disappeared, to listen to the band.  He said she always drank vodka tonics and wouldn’t interact with anyone except to order her drinks from him.  He only knew she came to listen to the band because that was her standard line to anyone who tried to talk to her.  She would just sit at the end of the bar, drink two or three cocktails and when the band started their last set would settle her tab and leave.”

“Wow, so she was really making an effort, that’s good to hear.”

“Yeah, that’s why I called, I knew you’d want to hear that.”

“I need to update Gennero.  He’s gonna want her to regain her memory, of course, but at least we know there’s something positive in there.  As long as she wasn’t recruited for the cruise there though…”

“I thought of that too, but the bartender insisted to Joyce that Steph didn’t speak to anyone and he didn’t recognize the pic of the ship’s doctor.”

“What band?”

“Huh?”

“What band plays there?  Who was she going to see?”

“Oh!  You ask the weirdest questions sometimes, Ter,”  Dino chuckled.  “Good thing Joyce knows you so well.  They’re called ‘Fallen Angels’ and the bartender mentioned she’d watch the drummer wherever he was in the room.  He thought she had a crush on him or something.”  Another chuckle from the goblin made Terry smile.

“Wonder if Gennero would think it was a good idea to take her there.  Might be easier than showing the flat to her straight away.”

“Hafta ask him that, pal o’ mine, but sounds like a plan.”  Steph waved her choice at Terry and he grinned.  Dino continued talking to him, changing the subject completely.  “So I’d invite myself over to your place, but I don’t wanna watch you two lovebirds making out in front of me.”

“No shaggalicious tart for you tonight, Dino?  You’re losing your touch, mate.”

“Oh fuck off, I’ve got a date.  Brenda’s show went dark tonight and she called begging me to fuck her into submission.”

“You’re so off, mate.”

“But I still got it.  Unlike you, off the market.”

“More for you, eh, Dino?”

“Got that right, pal.  In fact let me tell you what I’m gonna do to her –”

Stephanie came over just then and Terry handed her the phone.  Stephanie listened for a second or two as her eyes got bigger and bigger and then blushing deeply, said, “DINO!  That’s VERY naughty, why are you telling me this?!”

Terry could just barely hear the sudden and loud abject apology, then Steph handed him the phone back, giggling fit to be tied yet still a lovely shade of pink.

“Bloody drongo, talking to my sheila with that foul mouth of yours.”  Terry put his arm around Stephanie and she snuggled close, showing him the DVD she’d picked out.

“Fucking BASTARD!  I’d never talk that way to Steph and you KNOW it!”  Dino sounded like he was having an apoplectic fit.

“Serves you right, you’ve done that to me often enough, ya goblin.”

Dino laughed acquiescence and the two men said good night.  Terry and Steph went up to the counter and checked out the movie then headed over to the Chinese restaurant nearby.  They picked out half a dozen items to take home and soon after were in the cab back to Terry’s flat.  The smell of the food making their stomachs growl.

“Monday morning I gotta start running again!” Terry said with a laugh as they entered his flat again.  “Too much food, not enough exercise is not a good thing.”

“And I get to ride with you, right?”

Terry stopped opening up cartons and kissed Steph’s mouth sweetly.  “That’s right, babygirl.  You and me together, always.”  That got him a very happy smile and a blush.  They finished getting the food and drinks sorted, then settled onto the sofa for another movie night.

Terry pushed aside all the information he’d gotten today and concentrated on enjoying his sheila in his arms.  As the credits began to roll, he tipped her chin up and kissed her gently.  “Wanna go to bed, babygirl?”  She nodded and he picked her up, enjoying the feel of her arms and legs wrapping around his body, distantly hoping Maggie would forgive him for leaving a mess in the living room.

Once in the bedroom, they pulled their clothes from each other, a little more comfortable this time.  Terry grinned as Stephanie checked him out more frankly this time.  He wondered what it must be like from her perspective, enjoying a man’s body after the horrors she’d experienced.  It didn’t seem to be affecting her too much, she accepted his touches much more easily this time and he only heard her catch her breath once or twice as they got into his bed and he gathered her up against him.

“Everything okay, Steph?” he asked, feeling obligated since he’d not thought to ask her last time.

“Yes,” she whispered, caressing his cheek and smiling.  In the dim light of his bedroom, he was still able to see the blush but more importantly her eyes.  She was okay and that spurred Terry on to press her legs apart with his and begin kissing her.  She responded much more readily, making him smile.

Her hands kept touching him as he bent to her breasts, kissing and squeezing them, watching the nipples harden so he could tuck first one then the other into his mouth and suck on them, making her writhe beneath him.  Her reactions were hardening his cock quickly, but he had other plans first.

He pulled himself back up to her ear and whispered, “Need to taste you, luv,” then began the slow crawl down her body, grinning as her breathing increased dramatically.  Her tummy trembled under his mouth and when he kissed her belly button, she raised up against his chest, a soft whimper escaping her throat.  A low rumbled growl emitted from him as he went lower to her warm cunnie, kissing her curls then capturing her nub with his mouth and licking it gently with his tongue.

Stephanie let out a little cry as he touched her, he felt the sheet pulled under him and knew she was grabbing onto it as he made determined brushes against her button, gently inserting first one then two fingers inside her.  He felt her moisture flowing from deep inside her and it seeped out around his fingers, encouraged by her rocking hips.  Terry had always been fascinated by how sheilas got wet in so many different ways and grinned against her mound finding out that she was the type who got wet in reaction to her hip movement.  He’d have to make sure he got her hips moving that way often.

He kept licking and sucking, all the while gently and steadily thrusting his fingers in and out of her, letting her move as she needed to.  The noises she was making were becoming louder and he grinned again, loving how responsive she was.  Nothing was quite as enjoyable as a responsive sheila, letting him know they were enjoying themselves under his care.  With Stephanie it was paramount she enjoy this with him, so to feel and hear her doing so made his heart beat with joy.

Her hips began moving much more purposefully and he was rewarded with almost a gush of her juices over his fingers as she cried out to him, raising up from the bed and driving her hips back and forth with her spasms.  He did his best to remain in contact with her nub, but let her fuck his fingers, knowing he could hurt her if he continued his own movements.  When she dropped back to the bed, he heard her panting above him and crawled slowly back in time to kiss her as she opened her eyes to him, her taste on his lips.  Her arms and legs enveloped his body, completely opened to him now and very much wanting more.

“Need you, Steph,” he whispered, then kissed her as he molded a breast to his palm, his other hand sliding back to her neck and his cock pressing against her entrance, seeking that sweet slide into her passageway.

“Please, T,” she replied against their kisses and he moved into her, pressing inside until he felt that delicious cocoon envelope his cock once more.

This time he began moving as he liked, firm thrusts into her body, answering her moans with growls of his own as he felt her bucking against him, making him go much deeper than before.  His cock touched her sweet spot again and again, the tip kissing the entrance to her womb then drawing back almost all the way only to return over and over.

“So fucking wet, Steph, you feel so good,” he whispered then kissed her again.  She couldn’t reply except with a cry to him as her orgasm took over her body suddenly.  Writhing under him with the waves of her climax flowing through her.  “That’s it, feels so good to have you around me, luv.  Fuck…” he growled as she squeezed him tight.

“You come now,” she whispered to him.

“You too, with me, need to feel you squeeze me again,” he replied, a little hoarse from holding back.

She grinned back at him as he began moving a little faster.  Then even more as his need took over his body.  Long moments of thrusting his hips against hers passed, both of them working together towards a mutual release and at last as he felt he couldn’t hold back any longer, she began those sweet sounds of impending climax and he grinned, held her tighter and came into her, each spurt accompanied by a crush of her walls around him.  Their hips crashed against each other’s again and again until both were spent, collapsing together, panting and trying to kiss at the same time.

“Good… so fucking good,” Terry kept whispering to her.

“Yes,” she replied softly.

They kissed and touched until he slipped from her body.  Then rolling onto his back, he pulled her into a close snuggle with him, dragging the covers over them and kissing the top of her head.

“Night, T,” she said with a happy sigh.

“Night, babygirl,” he replied and closed his eyes.

Before he fell asleep, he wondered if she’d have nightmares this night.  He hoped not.

Chapter Fifteen