The pair of spies entered the Georgetown foyer of IFF, gave the current password to the staid Mrs. Marston and proceeded to the elevator. Upon seeing the doors close them in, Lee ducked between the rows of coats, pulling Amanda with him. He quickly pressed his lips to hers.

“Aren’t you taking quite a chance with the camera?”

“Yes, but I just need a little preview until we get back to the Q Bureau. Besides, it can’t see through the coats.”

The handsome spy then pulled her closer and pressed his lips to hers more fully. She resisted briefly but quickly melted against his hard chest. She ran her hands over the planes of his torso and opened her mouth to his probing tongue. She moaned in response to the desire that was sparked by his warm mouth and broke the kiss before they went too far to stop. Just as he pulled away from her hot mouth the elevator lurched to a top and the couple stumbled against each other to balance themselves.

“What on earth happened?” Amanda wondered aloud.

“I think I just got lucky.”

“Lucky? Lee, we might be stuck in an elevator!”

“Is there someone else you would rather be stuck with?” As he uttered these words he pulled her back into his embrace and leered at her in a suggestive fashion.

“Well, now that you mention it…. But Lee, the camera is still working.”

“Not for long.” He reached up and with a borrowed scarf from the coat closest to him covered the camera lens. “Now, who is going to know that whatever stopped the elevator didn’t knock out the camera?”

Amanda perused him for a very brief moment then shrugged, “No one, I guess.” She leaned into his arms and reclaimed his lips for her own. She gasped at the aggressive advance of his tongue into her mouth. The gasp only served to give him greater access to her. She mentally chided herself for the abandon she was about to partake in and then plunged her hands into his hair and became a very willing and eager participant.

Lee felt the very moment she quit fighting the feeling and let her heart and body take over. Her breath escaped in a hot rush over his face and he felt her body soften into his. He quickly slid his hands under the lapels of her coat and pushed it out of his way, off of her shoulders, onto the floor. Next he crossed the barrier of her sweater, slipping under the hem and gliding his hands over her ribcage. He once again took her mouth with his own, licking, nipping, teasing her until she begged for more.

“Lee, please, love me.”

“Always, Amanda, always.” He used both hands to caress first the undersides, then the full crests of her breasts through the satin cup of her bra. His thumbs grazed her nipples. He lowered his head, and after sweeping the sweater off of her upper body, he laved the peak of one breast with his hot tongue through the ivory satin. First one, then the other received the delicious treatment. Finally, he raised his head long enough to ease the thin straps off her shoulders until he had exposed the light peach, pebbled flesh. Once more he took the hard tip into his mouth and sucked firmly.

When she moaned, he only increased the intensity of his mouth and held her firmly as she trembled with pleasure. Knowing that he had to see her come apart, he moved on to the only place where he had ever found true, loving release. He eased his hand down her stomach and gingerly inched the rough wool of her business skirt up until he could feel the now hot, damp satin of her panties. He drew in a ragged breath when he felt the results of their lovemaking. ‘God, I love this woman. She is perfect. She is the rest of me.’ His long fingers found their way under the high leg of the simple bikini she wore. He immediately found the sensitive nub of flesh and rubbed briskly. Her hips bucked against him and he let his finger enter her depths. He stroked smoothly and knew she was close to coming.

“Amanda, let me love you. Right here, right now.”

Amanda swallowed hard and nodded her agreement. She could never tell him no. Besides she was to far gone now to deprive herself of the pleasure she knew only Lee could give her. He released her long enough to remove his coat and jacket. She moved forward and assisted him in unbuttoning the crisp, white shirt. Fervently she ran her nails over the smooth skin of his chest. She dipped her head and caressed his dark, brown nipple with her tongue. He sucked in air harshly and tugged her head up to look into her eyes. “No way, we don’t have time and I don’t have the patience. I want to be inside of you now.”

Shivering at the need in his words, Amanda acquiesced gracefully and waited for him to make the next move. She knew she was willing to go through with this particular adventure but wasn’t quite sure how to go about it. Lee had no such qualms. He reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties completely. She, at the same time, reached for his belt and unfastened the buckle, then the button and zipper of his slacks. The black cotton fell away and Lee divested himself of the blue boxers he wore. He reached for his wife and pulled her into his arms again. He backed her against the wall of the elevator wall and grasped her long leg in his strong grip and raised the limb up onto the railing. He stepped into the vee of her legs and pushed his hardness against the heat of her. He felt the rush of moisture and swiftly entered her body. He plunged upward and felt his entire length enveloped at once.

Amanda felt him within her and knew she wouldn’t last long. She had never felt like this with any other man and knew, that no matter what, she never would. Lee pumped into her deeper and harder. He blew hot breath against her neck and groaned as he felt his release nearing. “Amanda, come with me.” He crushed her lips under his mouth and mimicked the movements of their hips. He felt her inner muscles clench him and felt the tremors in her body. He stroked once more then let go. He spilled himself into her and opened his eyes to watch her face as she joined him in the ecstasy of their joining.

Slowly they returned to reality, and as their breathing returned to normal, they realized they could hear voices above them. Help was on its way. Soon they would be out of the elevator and on to work. They kissed deeply once more then began to rearrange their clothing. Lee, finishing first, watched in amusement as his normally graceful wife stumbled on weak knees to gather her clothing. “What is so funny, Scarecrow?”

“Nothing. Here let me help you.” Lee picked up her sweater and helped her on with it. Next he picked up the discarded satin under panties and twirled them on his finger. “Why don’t we not put these back on? It would make it much easier next time we get caught in an elevator.” He waited for her enraged outburst. It never came.

Her eyes twinkled in delight. “No problem. You keep up with them.” She pushed the object in question onto his pocket and stood to face the doors as the elevator was now moving again.

“Hey Amanda, I was just kidding. Put these back on!” He reached toward her to return them to their rightful place but halted when the elevator stopped again.

Glancing at him in warning, she slid her arm around his waist and grabbed his rear end just as the bell sounded and the doors opened to reveal the bullpen. They jumped apart and out from under the coats and demurely tucked hands, and other things, into pockets just as Leatherneck rounded the corner to enter the lift. He took in their positions and raised one hand in warning as if to say ‘Don’t bother to try and explain.’ The Agency jack-of-all trades shook his head over the oddity of that pairing once again.