La Bruja y el Asesino (The Witch and the Assassin)

By Vicki

Sitting in the dark, we could hear deep voices down the hallway - probably asking directions to Miguel's room at the nurses' station. Unfortunately, the cleaning closet we were in was directly across the hall from Miguel's room, so the man looking to kill Miguel was headed this way.

Miguel's hands rested lightly on my thighs as we quietly sat. I suddenly became aware of our position and the implications of where his hands were. Miguel's mind must have been headed in that direction as well, because his hands began to slide up and inside my thighs. I grabbed his wrists to stop the movement - which was about as effective as a band-aid on a severed limb. His hands seemed to multiply as I uselessly tried to keep him from touching everything within his reach. The biggest problem in stopping his attack on my senses was that it felt so damn good. God, it had been a long time…

Suddenly, Miguel stopped. The voices we heard down the hallway were right outside the closet door. Although we couldn't make out clearly what they were saying, we did hear the words "Bain" and "nurse" pretty clearly. Footsteps were heard coming and going down the hallway. One of the nurses must have stopped to talk, as we could hear a feminine voice speaking as well.

Miguel's mouth moved closer to my cheek and he breathed into my ear, "Stay still, chica. They won't find us in here."

The voices began to fade slightly. The hands that had stilled on my abdomen resumed a slow attack on my skin. One hand slid around my side and up to cup my breast while the other worked it's way to my thighs again. The white nurses uniform I wore that day was yanked up to my hips as his hand searched below. "No, no, no…" I said softly as I fought a losing battle with his questing lips and hands.

"Quiet, bruja…" he whispered hoarsely into my ear. His mouth trailed down my neck with hot licks and kisses - the coarse stubble scraped my tender skin where his face nuzzled my neck. He had somehow found a run in my white hose and ripping through the nylon easily, his strong fingers found their way to my panties. A low moan came out of my mouth and my head fell back over his shoulder as he found the center of my womanhood through the thin cotton fabric. Jesus, I couldn't believe the hot, sexual feelings coursing through my body. I was trying so had to keep his hands off of me, but I couldn't help wanting him to reach inside those panties and bring me to climax. Even wounded, his talent to extract the most pleasure from my body was amazing - he caressed my breasts, licked, kissed and even bit my neck, all along making my nerves below the waist sing. The moaning I heard softly come from my mouth became louder as I neared the point of not caring. He quickly grabbed the back of my hair and turned my head to him, covering my mouth with his. Immediately he began to plunder my mouth - it was if he was trying to reach every crevice in me with his hot tongue. I kissed him back with a fervor unknown in my past - perhaps my previous lovers had not been this skilled. Or perhaps they never stirred this banked fire of lust before. Whichever it was - my mouth was meeting his with equal aggressiveness and hunger. Our kisses were deep and searing…stopping to taste lips, tongue, cheek and whatever else we could reach.

His assault on my senses scaled up when he found his way under my now hot and moist underwear. My mouth broke away from his and my head fell back on his shoulder. My fingers covered his at my groin…I couldn't speak, I couldn't breathe…his hands were taking me to the brink and I was so ready to go over the edge. I could feel his rigid flesh beneath me as my body moved with need.

Just as I thought I could no longer keep my moaning and screaming bottled up inside, his hands stilled. Whimpering in protest, my fingers tried to restart his, when his other hand came up to cover my mouth. It was then I heard the man's voice as he returned down the hallway.

It couldn't have been more than 10 minutes since we had entered our hiding place, but I had entirely forgotten about our situation. Although my body cried out for release, I became entirely still on Miguel's lap. His erection still felt like steel at the small of my back - the hem of my uniform was at my waist and both of us had our hands at my crotch…but we were frozen as the footsteps came nearer to the little closet we had secreted ourselves in.

Suddenly, the door was thrown open and light from the hallway flooded in. Miguel gripped me tighter as we prepared for discovery. The voices that had filtered in the closet now became clear and distinct.

"Look down that hall and find that nurse I talked to on the phone," was the sharp command we heard from our hidden alcove. The door fell shut again, our concealment apparently complete. The harsh commands became faint as whoever was with Rath searched farther down the hallway. The tense sexual spell that bound us just minutes before turned into something quite different as we straightened our clothing and stood.

"I need to get out there before I'm missed," I whispered to Miguel. "What are we going to do?"

"I'm going to get the fuck out of here," he whispered back. He picked up the laptop computer and began to carefully pick his way around the cleaning cart.

"Wait - you can't leave like that," I indicated his sweatpants and bare feet. "Hang on a second." I reached high on the cart to pull down a pair of surgical scrubs the cleaning people wore to clean the operating rooms. Blue paper booties covered his bare feet, and I quickly pulled out my scissors to cut off the plastic bracelet that identified him as a hospital patient.

Although I hesitated, I did feel a sense of responsibility that I had given away his presence here at the hospital without his permission. "Here, take these and go down the stairs to the parking ramp." I handed him a wad of keys - taking care that they wouldn't rattle and clink when I gave them to him. "My car is the silver Toyota Camry on the 3rd level - just outside the elevators." He took the keys and looked at me quizzically.

"Just wait for me there - I'm nearly off duty. Then we can sort this through. You can't make it on your own - you're not through with therapy yet. While you hide in my car, I'll talk to this guy and throw him off." My guts told me that I was probably making a huge mistake, but there were other parts that told my guts to shut up. They were the parts that wanted to see Miguel again.

I quickly made my way around the cleaning cart while I loosened my hair from the French braid. Miguel had done enough damage during our encounter to make it appear as if I was a 16 year-old necking in the back seat of a Chevy. Pulling my hair down the sides of my neck also covered up the abrasions his beard had inflicted upon my tender skin. I knew my lips were probably red and swollen but I hoped no one would notice.

Opening the door a crack, I checked the hallway. The stair's door was just a few feet to the left of the small cleaning closet we were in, so Miguel didn't have to go far. I glanced back at him and saw that he had donned the surgical garb - at a quick glance, we would appear to be a surgeon making rounds.

The hallway was clear, so we both made a hasty exit. He went left…I went right. I tried to be calm and I walked slowly toward the nurses' station. Voices at the desk were loud and chattering, still I was sure they would hear the sound of my pounding heart. I glanced back down the hallway to see Miguel give me a burning stare, then he quickly disappeared into the stairwell.