Someone Old Someone Blue
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Part the 4th
Chapter 8
**She’s bloody doin’ it deliberately!** Browne thought as he put down his gun cleaning cloth, his heart not being in the usually soothing task anymore, then he metaphorically kicked himself. **No that’s not a nice thing to fink about your girl. She’s asleep I fink and just doin’ what comes unnatural. But then again ‘ow could anyone sleep through that?**
“Oh I’m all sticky.” Lisa had grown up and lived among the English upper classes for nearly three hundred years, her German accent had disappeared being replaced by that of the Home Counties. “My shorts are all damp in the gusset, guess I’d better take them off.”
**You ‘as withdrawn your labour!** Browne reminded himself breaking already as the springs in the upper bunks mattress creaked and cloth rustled as Lisa divested herself of the lower half of her clothing. He could picture everything she was baring and all the fun that could be had in relation to it. **Stand fast you bloody black leg git you can at least hold out for ten minutes can’t you.**
The shorts hit the cabin floor. “Gosh this is terribly boring isn’t it, trapped on this big old ship in this windowless stuffy cabin till they can fly us to Oman and then back to dear old England. What on earth can we do to fill in the time?”
“Maybe we could ‘ave a nice chat luv. Pass the time that way?” Brown looked up and around to see his girl looking down at him obviously amused but with just her naked arms and shoulders on display. Fortunately for his attempt at resistance, but she was also displaying beautiful gold tresses of her hair and the face of an angel. Sometimes he could scarcely believe she was capable of the many violent things he had seen her do. **How did Angelus beat ‘er to that nickname.** “Like for example luv what do you think it is that they is extractin’ from that bloody ‘eavy demons bonce?”
“He’s the go between for a dealer in demonic antiquities and such, bloody powerful weapons and relics of the old times and don’t need to be in the wrong hands. Everything from the eye of Khemri, you remember that one.” Browne just nodded vacantly, Lisa put that down to her being naked because she remember the trauma involved in full on graphic detail. The eye had given its wielder power over the dead and London had been within a couple of hours of a ‘Dawn of the Dead’ scenario. legions of shambling zombies about to over run the living, when they’d destroyed it, after almost winding up shooting each other as the social misfit trying to use it attempted to use its power to control the vampire couple. “Or you know Ark of the Covenant, picture really religious types driving that round a city three times, or just your standard issue fiery sword or lightening casting spears, your guess is as good as mine but whatever it is their motivated sellers. This is the third attempted sale in a fortnight.”
“Rarity wise I doubt it’s going to be as bad as the eye. That stuff is thin on the ground; it’s more likely your magic weaponry or literature, another sword of Raproki or spear of Nagretal. Or somethin’ full of spells for turnin’ folk into frogs.” Browne didn’t fear magic, finding that you fire a bullet generally a lot quicker than somebody could utter a spell, all you had to do was get close enough without the bugger knowing. “An stick one of those books in your average terrorists ‘ands and ‘e’s more likely to turn ‘isself into a frog than anyone else. No your magic weaponry is the worst of it.”
“Don’t be so certain, these fellows arn’t a bunch of idiots as they’ve shown us many times. And the side of the war that we fight that the press and the public don’t hear about shows there are plenty of humanity hating demons who’d help. They’s like nothing better than to kick of a genocidal religious world war three to cut our numbers down. I think we haven’t been this busy since those occult crazy Nazi bastards were hunting the world over for something they could melt T-34’s with on mass, trying to stop Gotterdamerung from closing in on them at the end.”
“Yeah, happy days. Loads of violence an’ avein’ to watch you Mata Hari with what seemed like ‘alf the German high command.” Browne’s German was colloquial to say the least but he was a vampire and so very capable of successfully lurking in hiding in any police state. He decided to leave out his usual additional comment about it always seeming to be the younger better looking half she shagged, he was secure in the knowledge that Lisa loved him above all, whatever duty might call on her to do for her country. Cruel human agents he knew out of their earshot called her agent 0069, no need to cast any stones himself though. He also held that the violence that had repeatedly needed doing by him more than made up for any espionage required adultery she had had to commit. “It’s durin’ that time that we went from just being really scary assassins to being valued secret members of society after all. Core agents of our own special section of MI6. Dangerous demonic stuff retrieval our speciality, though why we as to start callin’ it AMD this last four years I do not know, though I blames the Yanks like always, bloody shortenin’ everythin to initials. Still whatever we ‘as to call it we ‘as saved the world from it several times over.”
“Yes we’ve done good work.” Lisa rose up on the bunk giving the vampire a good view of her breasts. “And we deserve rewarding for it, say why don’t I reward you for the heavy lifting and you reward me for my superior planning with a few good hard fucks?”
“I ‘as withdrawn my labour.” Browne somehow managed to get out from a mouth that had suddenly gone very dry. Also showing remarkable restrainst in not emitting loud vocal protest. **Your superior plannin’ you cheeky bint!**
Von Ravenstein slowly swung over the edge of the bunk and lowered herself to the floor in all her naked German glory. Browne reflected again on how lucky he had been when the high ups had decided to have him work with her. “I eeerrrr will not be swayed from my course.”
“Oh really.” Keeping her back to him Lisa swayed him, with a slow movement of her hips, her ass was firm and high and she knew it was one of his favourite features of a body turned in its physical prime. “Pity because you could have me right here and now mein lieber Jamie.”
**Technically wasn’t that ‘er beggin’ for it.** Browne was too mesmerised by the sight before him to express that opinion. Eyes drifting between the curves of Lisa’s backside and hips and the smooth well toned shape of a really beautiful back, not to mention the legs. “I ‘as as you are aware withdrawn my labour so there’s no point you carryin’ on like this, that is unless you ‘as decided to beg for forgiveness.”
“Bugger off Browne.” Lisa replied simply, turning round and leaning back against the frame of the bed. A recently slip of the razor had turned a neat Brazilian into an untidy Brazilian that resulted in turn in a complete shave and everything looked very damp and inviting, not to mention the fact the vampiress empathised the point by slipping a hand between her legs and letting two fingers do the talking. “Your gagging for it, but if you don’t call off your strike soon I’ll just satisfy my own needs and leave you wanting.”
“I ‘as withdrawn my lab....” Brown realized he was beaten though and stood up starting to unfasten his trousers as he did so. “Alright you little minx you is askin’ for it so you shall get it. Bend over the bloody sink!”
“Oh Browne your such a fucking charmer.” Lisa gave herself an air high five for breaking him so easily. “What no attempt at sweet talking me just telling me to assume the position so you can whip it out and stick it in?”
“Blimey young ladies today.” Browne did just that as Lisa bent over the sink one of the few sex options in the cramped cabin. “So very elegant in the language, you know you posh bit of German harlotry you ‘as a fine toned looking arse. An I fink that some day soon if you don’t reform its goin’ to get a spankin’, and your all wet down here, your juices are actually drippin' from your snatch you little strumpet....”
Browne slid home in one slow easy motion. “Right then missy I consider that we is for the time bein’ even for the ‘eavy demon liftin’, or we soon will be.”
Lisa thrust back to meet each thrust, moaning with passion as Browne moved his hands up from her hips to capture her breasts. “An also we will soon be very ‘appy indeed. Just fink, first off we gets to ‘ave the sex, then when they ‘ave found out what that demon knows we gets to go kill who so ever is lookin’ after the bloody relic, and possibly we gets to mess about with the relic before we ‘and it in, won’t that be fun darlin.....”
“Oh god.....harder, man you are really turning me on......”
End of part 4
**She’s bloody doin’ it deliberately!** Browne thought as he put down his gun cleaning cloth, his heart not being in the usually soothing task anymore, then he metaphorically kicked himself. **No that’s not a nice thing to fink about your girl. She’s asleep I fink and just doin’ what comes unnatural. But then again ‘ow could anyone sleep through that?**
“Oh I’m all sticky.” Lisa had grown up and lived among the English upper classes for nearly three hundred years, her German accent had disappeared being replaced by that of the Home Counties. “My shorts are all damp in the gusset, guess I’d better take them off.”
**You ‘as withdrawn your labour!** Browne reminded himself breaking already as the springs in the upper bunks mattress creaked and cloth rustled as Lisa divested herself of the lower half of her clothing. He could picture everything she was baring and all the fun that could be had in relation to it. **Stand fast you bloody black leg git you can at least hold out for ten minutes can’t you.**
The shorts hit the cabin floor. “Gosh this is terribly boring isn’t it, trapped on this big old ship in this windowless stuffy cabin till they can fly us to Oman and then back to dear old England. What on earth can we do to fill in the time?”
“Maybe we could ‘ave a nice chat luv. Pass the time that way?” Brown looked up and around to see his girl looking down at him obviously amused but with just her naked arms and shoulders on display. Fortunately for his attempt at resistance, but she was also displaying beautiful gold tresses of her hair and the face of an angel. Sometimes he could scarcely believe she was capable of the many violent things he had seen her do. **How did Angelus beat ‘er to that nickname.** “Like for example luv what do you think it is that they is extractin’ from that bloody ‘eavy demons bonce?”
“He’s the go between for a dealer in demonic antiquities and such, bloody powerful weapons and relics of the old times and don’t need to be in the wrong hands. Everything from the eye of Khemri, you remember that one.” Browne just nodded vacantly, Lisa put that down to her being naked because she remember the trauma involved in full on graphic detail. The eye had given its wielder power over the dead and London had been within a couple of hours of a ‘Dawn of the Dead’ scenario. legions of shambling zombies about to over run the living, when they’d destroyed it, after almost winding up shooting each other as the social misfit trying to use it attempted to use its power to control the vampire couple. “Or you know Ark of the Covenant, picture really religious types driving that round a city three times, or just your standard issue fiery sword or lightening casting spears, your guess is as good as mine but whatever it is their motivated sellers. This is the third attempted sale in a fortnight.”
“Rarity wise I doubt it’s going to be as bad as the eye. That stuff is thin on the ground; it’s more likely your magic weaponry or literature, another sword of Raproki or spear of Nagretal. Or somethin’ full of spells for turnin’ folk into frogs.” Browne didn’t fear magic, finding that you fire a bullet generally a lot quicker than somebody could utter a spell, all you had to do was get close enough without the bugger knowing. “An stick one of those books in your average terrorists ‘ands and ‘e’s more likely to turn ‘isself into a frog than anyone else. No your magic weaponry is the worst of it.”
“Don’t be so certain, these fellows arn’t a bunch of idiots as they’ve shown us many times. And the side of the war that we fight that the press and the public don’t hear about shows there are plenty of humanity hating demons who’d help. They’s like nothing better than to kick of a genocidal religious world war three to cut our numbers down. I think we haven’t been this busy since those occult crazy Nazi bastards were hunting the world over for something they could melt T-34’s with on mass, trying to stop Gotterdamerung from closing in on them at the end.”
“Yeah, happy days. Loads of violence an’ avein’ to watch you Mata Hari with what seemed like ‘alf the German high command.” Browne’s German was colloquial to say the least but he was a vampire and so very capable of successfully lurking in hiding in any police state. He decided to leave out his usual additional comment about it always seeming to be the younger better looking half she shagged, he was secure in the knowledge that Lisa loved him above all, whatever duty might call on her to do for her country. Cruel human agents he knew out of their earshot called her agent 0069, no need to cast any stones himself though. He also held that the violence that had repeatedly needed doing by him more than made up for any espionage required adultery she had had to commit. “It’s durin’ that time that we went from just being really scary assassins to being valued secret members of society after all. Core agents of our own special section of MI6. Dangerous demonic stuff retrieval our speciality, though why we as to start callin’ it AMD this last four years I do not know, though I blames the Yanks like always, bloody shortenin’ everythin to initials. Still whatever we ‘as to call it we ‘as saved the world from it several times over.”
“Yes we’ve done good work.” Lisa rose up on the bunk giving the vampire a good view of her breasts. “And we deserve rewarding for it, say why don’t I reward you for the heavy lifting and you reward me for my superior planning with a few good hard fucks?”
“I ‘as withdrawn my labour.” Browne somehow managed to get out from a mouth that had suddenly gone very dry. Also showing remarkable restrainst in not emitting loud vocal protest. **Your superior plannin’ you cheeky bint!**
Von Ravenstein slowly swung over the edge of the bunk and lowered herself to the floor in all her naked German glory. Browne reflected again on how lucky he had been when the high ups had decided to have him work with her. “I eeerrrr will not be swayed from my course.”
“Oh really.” Keeping her back to him Lisa swayed him, with a slow movement of her hips, her ass was firm and high and she knew it was one of his favourite features of a body turned in its physical prime. “Pity because you could have me right here and now mein lieber Jamie.”
**Technically wasn’t that ‘er beggin’ for it.** Browne was too mesmerised by the sight before him to express that opinion. Eyes drifting between the curves of Lisa’s backside and hips and the smooth well toned shape of a really beautiful back, not to mention the legs. “I ‘as as you are aware withdrawn my labour so there’s no point you carryin’ on like this, that is unless you ‘as decided to beg for forgiveness.”
“Bugger off Browne.” Lisa replied simply, turning round and leaning back against the frame of the bed. A recently slip of the razor had turned a neat Brazilian into an untidy Brazilian that resulted in turn in a complete shave and everything looked very damp and inviting, not to mention the fact the vampiress empathised the point by slipping a hand between her legs and letting two fingers do the talking. “Your gagging for it, but if you don’t call off your strike soon I’ll just satisfy my own needs and leave you wanting.”
“I ‘as withdrawn my lab....” Brown realized he was beaten though and stood up starting to unfasten his trousers as he did so. “Alright you little minx you is askin’ for it so you shall get it. Bend over the bloody sink!”
“Oh Browne your such a fucking charmer.” Lisa gave herself an air high five for breaking him so easily. “What no attempt at sweet talking me just telling me to assume the position so you can whip it out and stick it in?”
“Blimey young ladies today.” Browne did just that as Lisa bent over the sink one of the few sex options in the cramped cabin. “So very elegant in the language, you know you posh bit of German harlotry you ‘as a fine toned looking arse. An I fink that some day soon if you don’t reform its goin’ to get a spankin’, and your all wet down here, your juices are actually drippin' from your snatch you little strumpet....”
Browne slid home in one slow easy motion. “Right then missy I consider that we is for the time bein’ even for the ‘eavy demon liftin’, or we soon will be.”
Lisa thrust back to meet each thrust, moaning with passion as Browne moved his hands up from her hips to capture her breasts. “An also we will soon be very ‘appy indeed. Just fink, first off we gets to ‘ave the sex, then when they ‘ave found out what that demon knows we gets to go kill who so ever is lookin’ after the bloody relic, and possibly we gets to mess about with the relic before we ‘and it in, won’t that be fun darlin.....”
“Oh god.....harder, man you are really turning me on......”
End of part 4