The M-rating of this chapter is an accessory before the fact.

Adults only please.

Four

They drifted away, floating into a notion of time that mattered and a passion that lasted.

And then the next stack of their cases, her files with archived information from 1962, sailed to the floor, sprawling out of their order and into the anarchy that was already there.

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While mingling, their shared years were present literally, captured in the files that were documenting every single detail of every single case. Details about the people they'd met, the emotions they'd shared, the trouble they'd known, the evil they'd dealt with, the discomfort, being confronted with grief, harsh crimes, raw murder, either premeditated and unpremeditated. But also the joy of working together with dear friends and victories they'd celebrated, knowledge they'd gathered, warmth, honesty, innocence, humour, laughter, companionship.

Love.

Sex.

That history, the history of a lifetime of working together was all around them now, and underneath them, supporting and facilitating their caressings and endearments, the imprints of the letters on the papers instigated by his actions and thoughts, and typed up there, collected and tied together by her fingers.

The same fingers of the hands that were now trailing along his naked sensitive sides, her nails scraping the skin underneath his open shirt, feeling how massive he'd become and she was loving him for being here now and like this, as if nothing but his size had ever changed and nothing ever would.

Her hands lingered and stroked his back in slow massaging motions, while one of his large arms squeezed her to him, the other arm supporting his weight.

They kissed continuously, nuzzling, tongues moving frantically, their bodies releasing appreciating and passionate moans. These kisses were of the same altering nature as the course of their shared lives, at some points soft, butterfly light brushing of lips, gentle, sweet, and then they changed, the seconds on the clock ticking these fine caressings into mouth possessing soaring love bites, that didn't seem to end until eventually, they did.

Because somewhere in the middle of this ardour, she pushed both hands against his bare, rugged chest.

He pulled back just three inches from her face, giving them both room to catch their breath, while distantly aware of the rustling of more paper works falling apart.

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The same hands that had been opening his belt, and had been scraping his sides, were now travelling to his groin again, to undo all that needed to be undone to give free reign to a growing, and still growing need.

He just watched her beautiful eyes while she did that, and more.

Perfectly, precisely aware of his favourite ways, she touched him with enticingly strong and lithe fingers, the darkening gleam in her eyes affirming the nature of her intentions.

Not just one hand, but both slender hands were performing the wicked act.

And the office was awfully quiet while they did, his invulontary movements silently exhibiting his pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Her lips parted as she watched his incredibly handsome face enjoying her, making him even more enthrallingly fascinating. His desirous delight was visible in the way he closed his eyes and squeezed them together for a few seconds, and opened them again slowly. It was in the intense way he looked into her eyes, his throat releasing moaning thrusts of air until he had to close his eyes again, and then he bent his neck and bowed for her. His bated breath seemed to escape him in short quivering gasps as he leaned his forehead to her shoulder.

" No … " Abruptly, he straightened his back, and opened his eyes again. A short grunt accompanied his bright look into her eyes, as one of his hands reached down to search for hers. His fingers closed around both slender wrists, and brought her hands from in between their bodies to the paper works above her head on the floor, and he leaned onto them.

The stack underneath her hands slowly slanted underneath this pressure, until it finally shattered onto the floor, the files sprawling around into the chaos that had already developed.

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He caught her, and pressed her against him. " That was vicious, Miss … " His lips caressed her neck, his voice sounded low and ragged. " It seems to me you deliberately interrupted my lecture … drawing attention away from the initial subject. "

" I'm sorry … " She stirred underneath him, freeing her hands from his grasp.

No, you're not.

He just shook his head, and smiled an irresistable smile.

She pulled his head down to whisper to his lips. " I don't know if you're going to continue the lecture, but from my point of view I have to say you're doing an excellent job so far … You're truly amazing, Mr. Mason … "

" I have my moments … "

" Oh yes, you have. "

" But I have to say that my learning material is also particularly interesting, and that makes it easy, very easy to lecture about it in an exciting and captivating way … " He inhaled deeply, shifted a little, skimming one large hand down over her nudeness towards her delectable lush belly, the feel of the supple soft skin making him groan desperately " … oh baby … you feel so good to me … "

It was possible to burst with desire, they both knew that, had experienced it before.

" Was that last comment also part of the lecture ? " She teased him.

" I don't know if I would want to incorporate these lower body parts of you into a lecture of any kind … at all … " He breathed heavily, and seemed close, very close to losing control. Something primal, raw, something that had started with a green ribbon and a mirror this morning, was about to surface.

The ribbons of the files around them surrounded them as stimulating exhibits.

" But is it part of my lecture? " She asked, trying to continue the banter.

" It's definetely part of you … " But it was no use.

She knew that it was no use at all.

So her hand didn't stop his this time as it skittered from her belly over her groin, tickling, fingering the garter belt through the fabric of her wrinkled up skirt, then travelling down over her thigh to the hem of her skirt and further downwards along her knee, her calf, grabbing it to lift her leg slightly. He kissed her hard, with old fashioned passion and she intentionally welcomed his every move. Even when he wasn't gentle, urging her legs further apart.

Even when because of that, another year collapsed.

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There could have been time to think about how many times this had happened before, how many times their office had been the secluded, private stage of making love, the foreplay consisting of gently exploring eachother's boundaries and bodies, slowly warming up to perform the main act.

There could have been time to think about that, and talk about that, banter about that.

But there wasn't. He didn't have time, she didn't want him to have time, and he didn't have the ability to patiently unclasp these garters of this garter belt, and take her panties off in a gentlemanly manner. Not anymore. All offending fabric, silk, lace or otherwise, that was meeting his hands now was disturbing him immensely, interfering with intense fervor. So he tore at the defenceless panties, that seemed to show no resistance at all, as the fringed seams surrendered immediately to the strength of his greedy fingers. He snatched the fabric from her groin and tossed it away. The remains of the panties landed somewhere, in between the years beneath them, around them.

They'd find them back, maybe. Maybe not.

There were more important matters that needed to be concentrated on.

She chuckled low at his wistful actions, but only shortly, because his fingers lingered dangerously on the inside of her knee, stroking the sweet flesh on the path way to more briny sweetness, and he swallowed.

And continued the lecture in a very low, labored voice. He tried to put on a sophisticated and formal tone, but failed hopelessly. It made her smile, and bite her lower lip.

" There are no words for the most characteristical female … uhm … attributes of your beautiful womanliness. Well, there are words, plenty of words actually, but I consider them either insulting or cheap, and the words I can think of now, not insulting or cheap, they just don't suffice … they don't sound right. " He continued, whispering. " I think the best, most appropriate way to lecture about these parts of you, is to not use words at all… "

His voice stopped and his fingers took over.

Not breathing at all, she shifted a little to give him room.

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And emited a short, low cry as his fingers reached between her thighs and found her intimate warmth, the moist there reassuring him, urging him to continue and persue the most incredible heat, that was already arising. His breathing heavied, his arousal increased while he was concentrating on her refined sounds and the changing lines on her face, telling him his pace was rightly chosen and the lecturer himself was wanted.

All of him.

Soon.

" Oh … oh … "

Her hands sought for support next to her on the floor, but found nothing firm enough to withstand her grasp, there was nothing but paper works, documents, files, ribbons and clasps, so her fingers had to reach out for his open shirt and clutched at the fabric.

The piles of two years of hard work collapsed at the frantic rhythm, that gradually subsided, because it wasn't the right moment yet.

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It was silent for a few moments.

When her hands finally released his shirt, she opened her eyes and whispered feverishly. " … I want you, Perry … I want all of you … now … "

" Tell me … " He leaned forward, poising over her, placing his hands next to her head as he nuzzled her ear, using his beard to tickle her as his lips pronounced the wanton, provoking words again. " Tell me, Della … "

" Do you want me to tell you ? Order you ? " She asked, incredulous, but sensually challenged in a way that raced through her. Her pulse quickened even more.

" Yes, tell me … tell me what it is you want now … " He answered, with a sly, dimple deep smile on his face, a very excitingly sly and naughty smile, his eyes narrowed and his lips pursed.

" All right … come here … " She reached out for his face, and pulled it to her.

He knew, no, he thought, she was too much of a lady to say the words, but she said them anyway, and these two words that were whispered to his ears, over and over and over again, lightened throughout him and hit his core compassionlessly.

There was no time to think anymore.

There simply was no time.

Because it didn't exist.

He helped her stroke his slacks and briefs further down, not completely but complete enough to enable him to do as he was told. Positioning her hips in one smooth, eager and practiced move, he looked into her eyes seriously, as her legs parted and there was no sound except their anticipating intakes and exhaling of breath.

And then he hovered over her.

Watching her face in absolute awe, he listened to her welcoming gasp, heated as her rich and soft velvetty flesh he was working in now.

" Oh, oh. "

Smashingly scorching, he brought her love and ageless desire through rhythmic overwhelming waves, and she answered them, meeting his surging thrusts by bringing her hips up to his.

More papers shifted, back and forth, and another pile of files lost the battle of equanimity and hit chaos with a loud rustling sound that went unnoticed by the lovers that had caused it.

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We used to do this vertically, and called it tango …

It was a horizontal dance, his measured thrusts and her countermovements harmonising immediately, her incredible legs tightening and trembling around his thighs,

The papers underneath her were spreading widely all over the floor now, dispersing under the heft of their lust, no boundaries here, no wrongs, no procedures, no limits.

This was Perry Mason and Della Street working together, a team, a couple, completely attuned, complementing, love and lust so indissoluble tied together, it raged through them, moved around them, swirled and boiled.

The next year collapsed.

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" Oh, Perry … oh … " Her voice was deeply hoarse, her fingernails felt sharp digging into his chest, and he dwelled in it, taking in how she mercilessly pushed her head back against her files, as he heard her sounds echoing his own, loud, uncontrolled, stimulating.

He'd taken her before like this, had seen her before like this, but the sight seemed more maddening than ever, these stockings on these legs, the garters, her skirt hiked up all the way to her waist, her blouse open, the fragile fabric falling down her sides exposing her delicious breasts to his more than hungry eyes.

My beautiful girl.

Another year fell away, victim of a passionate crime, premeditated and glorious.

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And he watched her, feeling vaguely in control, the lecture momentarily continuing through sensations and undefinable sounds.

This wasn't just sex, not just office sex, this was his love, his expertise, the lecture had been just another derivative of his carefully built knowledge of her body, her ways, her vulnerabilties.

He leaned forward, whispered to her closed eyes how much he loved her, how much he wanted her, what he was doing to her, how and why he was doing it to her and she affirmed everything he said by arching against him, clutching her hands to his upper arms, while her mouth still released the sweetest sounds for him, and only for him.

" Oh, oh … " Slow and massive ecstasy was building up thoroughly inside her, deep and deeper, blazing through her and eating her up, infatuatingly visible on her beautifully red hot flushing face. He tightened his grip on her waist, and pushed her further and pushed her, further, pushed her, literally, over this bed of paper works underneath them, pushed her through every single archived year to take her and take her through time that way.

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And then the sounds gradually disappeared as well.

Only a heralding hissing intake of breath, the familiar prelude of her orgasm reached his ears and he concentrated, persisting in the rhythm he'd established before.

One more.

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One more.

The silent plateau of this moment urged utter constancy.

Muscles tensed.

And he felt it.

One more.

" Oh, oh … God … Oh, God … "

With unrestrained force, she angled her scarcely clad body against his, as her marvellous, soaring climax conquered known territory, her hands clawing at his upperarms, her breathing coming out in differing, uncontrolled gasps and cries.

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These crying sighs enveloped him.

Close to oblivion, he forced himself to stop, breathing heavily as he did. There was a vague sense of amazement that the sounds leaving his mouth were actual words. " Open your eyes, Della … "

Oh, my girl. My beautiful girl.

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" Come back to me. Look at me, baby, I need to see your eyes … " He whispered, feverishly, panting. " Della… "

She heard him.

And she slowly opened her eyes,

and he drowned in the years and memories radiating into his mind through the mirrors of her soul, and the promises of more adventure and wholesome love that still lay there, sensations spiralling, brought on by only this undefinable enticing colour, by only this shape.

By only her hazy gaze, brightly shining of intense bliss and he'd caused it. It was all in her eyes.

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And so much more than he could bare

too much

it was all in her smoldering eyes

and so he closed his own

He growled low, raw, primal, and let the orgasm absorb him, drag him down as he was hurled away from awareness, the seething rage holding him captive and unconscious long enough to be ageless, his release spreading its heat inside her so deep, it lifted her into another shattering lovingly lustful explosion.

The silent paper work witnesses were patiently supporting all powerful motions that gradually subsided in the minutes that went by as sense of time and place intermittently returned.

His lips lay open against her open mouth, their panting breaths mingling and conspiring as they always had been. Moaning continuously, he rolled his massive body to the side automatically, to not collapse on top of her, while she reclaimed enough sanity to hold onto him and move with him. She lay her head on his chest, as her arms and legs sprawled over his body, covering all of him that was hers.

" Della … oh, baby … " His arms closed around her. One hand held her bottom, the other hand was stroking up and down her back, and he pressed her against him firmly, to feel all of her gloriousness completely, to be with her, to feel as one. To be as one, as if the physical connection was still there.

A light feel of surprise caught her when her lashes finally fluttered open. The broad daylight wasn't what her mind had expected to see, not now that these strong and young sensations were still filling her, and the musk, the strong scent of them together, permeated the air and atmosphere in the office.

She'd expected to be in a different office, darker, the lights dimmed, cigarette cases and ashtrays present, different art on the walls, a different couch than the one she saw now.

But this was 1991 of course.

Somehow, the years slowly travelled back into her mind, and she smiled, the tickling touch of the damp hair on his chest still tingling in a sensuous way, and not just on the outside, not just to the soft sensible skin of her cheek.

She still panted lightly, and swallowed. " My God, Perry, that was … "

" … that was more than forty years old ... " His voice came out labored. One of his massive arms left the embrace and was placed underneath his head lazily, making him aware of the impossible surface they were still laying on, together. He threw a quick glance next to him, and smirked.

" Oh. I'm sorry … "

" Sorry for what? "

He kissed her temple, grazing the soft skin that had been the starting point of his lecture. " I think we've ruined some of your filing work … "

" My filing work ? " She left his embrace and struggled to sit on her knees " Oh. " She held her hand to her mouth while she looked around, " Oh dear … Not some of my filing work, Perry. All of it."

" Yes. "

" Oh. " She took one of the case files, and stroked the file jacket, to straighten the folds and lines that had developed there. Examining the heaps of papers, she shook her head. " Nothing seems to be permanently damaged. And they're all still clasped and seem to be complete. " She tilted her head. " Some of the files are just a bit folded now. Wrinkled. Like us. "

" Old and wrinkled. " He sighed. " Like us. "

" I would want to rephrase that into … experienced and … "

" … capable … " He added.

" Very, very capable … " She nodded and pursed her lips.

" And terribly beautiful … " His ice blue bright eyes rested their gaze on her breasts comfortably, and lovingly fondled their way down over her scandalously half naked body. She wrapped her shirt around her.

The gesture made him snort. " Oh, yes, do cover yourself, Della. For me. "

" You've seen enough for today. And, you know my body better than I do … "

" That I do. " He nodded slowly.

" I enjoyed that lecture, Perry. "

" Me too. "

Her eyes swept over him, still partly naked, the male features present and unshamelessly exposed.

" You can't possibly like what you see … " He said softly.

" Oh. I wouldn't say that, if I were you. You don't know what I feel if I look at you … "

" I love you too. " He whispered it.

" You don't believe me, do you? "

" No. "

" Then I'll go and prepare a lecture on you, so you'll know what I mean … "

" I might enjoy that … " He locked his eyes with hers. It took her long minutes to be able to tear herself loose from the hypnotizing gaze, sending mind blowing messages.

She leaned forward to kiss him long and indulgently, then looked around again.

" This is amazing … We're going to have to clean this mess today, before Ken and Paul will ask us how this happened. "

" It might not be as bad as you think. "

She shrugged.

" It's thirty-five piles, Della. I'll give you the files one by one, and you stack them in the right pile. It'll be done before you know it … "

" That was basically how we compiled them before too. You handed the cases to me, and I arranged them … " She smiled the most dazzling smile at his loving gaze.

He struggled to stand up, and pulled her up with him. Her hands straigthened her skirt, and then reached for her bra, still dangling at her side.

" Let me help you with that, baby. "

He brought his arms around her, and caressed the green laced cups of the bra onto her breasts with practiced ease, and serious attention. His fingers quickly fastened the clasp, and tied the little green silkened ribbon into a small, elegant bow.

" Della Street, you're now officially my most favourite subject to lecture about. " Contented with his handiwork, he looked into her eyes.

" Come here. "

The few files on the couch were stacked neatly onto the floor, next to the disarray of papers that would be dealt with later. He lay down, watching her move with him gracefully. She wiggled in his arms to settle herself, her cheek tickled again and in the same way as before by the damp chest hair she laid her head against.

" Maybe we should stop doing this … " She whispered to his chest, as he closed his arms around her once more.

" What? Sex ? " His voice had found its usual strength again.

" Yes. No. Well, yes. Maybe. "

" No. Why? "

" It might kill us one day, Perry. "

He grinned. " I can't think of a better way to go … " He leaned his head to the armrest of the couch, and pulled her closer, extensively enjoying the feel of her warm body against his own. " Let's rest for a while … "

He considered dozing of, just a little, wouldn't harm anyone.

He took one last look at the chaos that covered the greater part of the office carpet, smiled and closed his eyes.

Being at the smiling side of seventy was a treat.

- Epilogue coming -