Sergio exhaled heavily. His legs carried him out of the danger zone, because the last thing what he want was to get caugh.He didn't really had to think much while he was running.
Because of that, his thoughs went to Suarez and the fact that he had shot his angle. With a certain delay, but he had shot! Twice ... next to the love of his life ...
This ashole had dared to fake his girlfriends dead, to fake her dead.The dead of his one and only! The death of the woman who had shown him that he was allowed to loose control. To do unexpected things.
Like laughing, letting himself and his body go or making love to someone.
She taught him that it was good and right to desire someone. To desire her!
The police were just about to take this woman from him who had made a colorful life of his existence ... This woman, his everything...
Her own colleagues had faked her death in cold blood without even blinking with an eye.
The spanish man finally sank against the next tree with soft knees and slid down to the ground.
Hot tears ran down his cheeks and made it difficult to see when he looked back several times and tried to gain back the control of the situation.
He couldn't find any police officers who could possible follow him and that was the most important thing at the moment.
For a moment he allowed his thoughts to wander and get frustrated when he realised that they went to Raquel immediately and made him forget the entire world around him. Barely a second later his eyes opened again, pulling out his Walky Talky just to contact Palermo in the bank.
"Professor here is Stockholm ... We shot the car! It went up in flames! Tokyo is weakened and Nairobi loses more blood every second ...Please Help us ... Now!" The otherwise lively spanish woman answerd the call and started to shout, to the unstable man and had to take a deep breath, because she was getting too emotional.
" You said it would be almost impossible to get out of the bank ... but you also said that you had a plan ... get us out of here!" she pleaded him through the phone and only reaped silence.
Everything in Sergio had contracted at that moment. He want to do anything which was possible to help them, but he couldn't forget his girlfriend's voice, full of fear but strong.
"I don't know where the professor is ... I don't know!" Raquel's pleading words smuggled back into his thoughts and made everything else irrelevant. He had to get her out of whereever she was now! He just had to!
"Professor ... I know they killed Raquel. But damn, you have to help the living! That's my last word!" sayed Monica's loud and got his attention again.
"Monika I ..." he wanted to answer the young mother by adressing her by her birth name and declared to her that he understood her and would help them as much as he tried to get Raquel out of the clutches of her former colleagues, but she had already hung up.
Her request was clear and strickt. He was supposed to ensure that the entire team came out of the bank healty.
He had promised that at the very beginning. In the beginning, when they were in the secure walls of the Sicilian monastery and laughed at its first rule "no personal relationships", while Raquel just gave him a „ Seriously?" look.
The same evening she made it clear to him that he couldn't live without her and that they needed each other, but also that her intimacies were like the air to breath for each other.
For fucks sake... how was it even possible that he ever, for his whole life, fell for a woman like that! They were so in love! So madly madly in love!!!
Already at the thought of never being able to bury his hands in her brunette thick long hair, his stomach had turned.
Never to be able to feel her lips on his again or to show her how strong his feelings were for her would have been torture for him.
And now! Now, from one second to the next, his pink world had turned into hell from which he could only crawl out alone.
He also had a quest. He was the leader of an entire operation that was just about to fail, with the bitter taste that it also claimed human lifes. It was his job to prevent both! Raquel and the others...
"Monica ... I'll save you! I promise! Tell the others!" he was serious now and had reconnected with the people inside the bank. "Thanks Professor .... Over and out!"she said to her boss and let the connection break shortly afterwards.
Raquel's view:
Without power, she was leaning against Àngel and allowed her to colapse in his body.
She just wanted to enjoy a moment of calmness that remained until she returned to the harsh reality in wich she would be thrown back shortly after that.
The reality in which she was a prisoner of the state and a highly criminal. "I'm so damn tired Angel... so fucking tired!" she only managed to mutter, as all the rush of extasy had been too much for her body, which had been under preasure for days, and he was showing this in the form of exhaustion.
He didn't even have a chance to keep her awake when she drifted into a peaceful sleep...
Cut Dream Beginning
Raquel stood lost in thoughts, only wearing a light summer dress, which showed much of her back, in the garden of the monastery and looked at the colorful flowers there.
The strong evening sun illuminated the burnt-out, green, slightly brown gras, which warmed her bare soles even at this late hour, and light up the area around her with an orange touch, so that the whole garden looked romantic.
At first quiet and then getting louder, the tunes of a tango suddenly floated to her ears and without that she really realized it, her lips formed a liberated smile.
Sergio hadn't given up their secret little passion just because they are back with the whole group and not alone on a desert island near Palawan.
Slowly and almost waiting, she took the first long grazile step backwards, with the warm, slighly burned grass under her naked feets and waited to see if Sergio would accomodate to her.
As she expected, her body was slowly lifted up by a strong arm with the next long step that she aimed backwards.
She closed her eyes as she felt his bare torso against her naked back while she got turned and enjoyed the trust and confidence that connected her with her boyfriend and partner when she was in his arms.
He put her down again with elegance and tuned her body to him apassionate at the same moment so that they could look each other in the eyes. They instantly lost themselves in the glitter of their eyes and began to move together as if they had done it for a eternity, not just for a jear.
Their movements were apassionate, gentle, but also acurate and with a high body control, which turned both of them on even more.
"Why didn't you want to dance with the others this afternoon to „ Maria,mi vida, mi amor?" I already thought you didn't want to dance with me while we were here, among people!" it came immediately over her lips but could hardly break the eye contact, because his eyes darkened with desire made her crazy and brought the flame of lust deep inside her to life.
With a racing heart she concentrated on her steps again, which was already partially automated, so that her focus drifted to Sergio's hands again, which he had already buried in her open, thick, brunette hair while spinning her around apassionatly, only to press her body to his again, in the next second, because he can't stand to be apart of her now
"That I know how to tango ... Is a secret that only you're allowed to know mi amor!" he wisperd with a deep voice and a big time delay and deliberately touched her sensitiv spot trough her slip with his knee with his next step, causing the fiery woman to gasp in surprise as she immediately followed his passionate movement, but closed her eyes, burying her head in the curve of his right neck and simply relieving herself of the passion floated between them while burring her hands in his hair.
"Sounds interesting ... show me more!" she murmured excitedly but at the same time relaxed against the skin of his neck and enjoyed the determination, passion and the slight arrogance , to take the lead, that he was showing in their evening interludes.
Now she slighly drove forwards with her leg with a long lunge and touched his middle with her knee. The real purpose of this step forward was to regain control of the dance, which her partner did not allow and which certainly pushed her backwards.
"With pleasure señora ..." he wispered, his voice full of desire, in her ear and closed his eyes for a moment with excitement, which Raquel could tell from the fact that he already tensed down there.
As a flowing unit, both stopped and, like every evening wich started with dancing tango and ended up making love to each other, tried to resist and continue to dance, but ended to lie on top of each other quickly.
Their lips met fast, urgend and hotly and a little later their tongues began to fight the sweetest fight.
Without loosing time they began to shred their clothes off until they were completely naked. It did not mind to them at the moment that they could be seen or that monks could still be awake at this late hour.
Almost according to the motto, that neither of them had anything to hide.
The rough grass scratched Raquel's back as she tried to spin them around so that she could lie on Sergios body, which he prevented with a certain and low "Tonight I'm on top".
Soft gasps and satisfied sights as well as moans filled the warm, almost sticky, clear summer night when they kissed intensely again and indulged each other.
Sergio carefully checked if Raquel was ready for him and could not suppress a satisfied grumble when he realized how wet she was already for him, so that he entered her with one swift trust and began to move passionately in her.
The surprised groan, what was the answer to the fast and passionate rhythm,was just kissed away by him so that the „We haven't set me on... "floated away in a loud moan and an" Fuck..... What the... Sergio I think I can't hadle it any more ... I am com... I am coming".
The pretty spanish woman stretched her lower body out to him more needy and gasped, groaned and moaned again and again, as she clung her legs around his body, which also drove him crazy and brought him closer to the sweet end, or as the French used to say, "the little death."
One last time he penetrated into his girlfriend even more intensely and placed his hand on the exactly right spot between her legs. That was the last little thing that both of them had needed to reach their orgasim together
"Oh God yes.. more...harder... yes...yes... Fuck... yes...Sergio. .. "the fiery spanish woman screamed without inhibitions and buried her head in his shoulder and digged her fingernales in the warm flesh of his his back, for sure leaving markes on him, as they enjoyed the waves of orgasm together.
" You see... that's the reason why only you know that I know how to tango!" he almost wispered softly in her ear, as they lay on the warm earth, their sweaty, naked bodys conected, while they had closed their eyes in awe, so that they are able to enjoy the aftermath of this exploding experidence.
" I wouldn't have wanted it any other way!" was her only rispose, bevor she snugged her head even more into his bare cest and enjoyed the smell of him immensly, knowing, that he would always be hers for this nights.
Cut dream end
"Raquel ... hey wake up ... everything is fine!" wispered Angel when she opened her eyes in confusion and found out in discomfort that she had moved while she was dreaming. "Did I say anything?" she asked immediately and blushed like a tomato, but it went away when Àngel said no, with shaking his head.
That evening she had ralised Monica, who had looked at her from a window with her eyebrow raised and she did not understand her first and did not want to ask, because she was embarrassed to have been observed in the end.
It was only when she thought about it jet that she realized that Monica had asked her without words if they had set Raquel on birth control. And that was actually not the case that night.
Both, she and Sergio had been too driven by their feelings. This could only mean that this was the evening she gave her little miracle a live. She was clearly and heavily pregnant.
„ We love you to the moon and back my little one!" escaped her lips trough a wisper, while she placed a hand gently on her tummy and stroke it with tender movements.
A silent tear escaped her eyes and she closed her eye lids, after she looked down on her with ecitement.
She would be a mother again. And she didn't have to deny it. And if she was honest, she didn't want to deny it anymore! This was Sergios and her little secret.
And the more she though about it, the more she think, that he would actually be over the moon when he found out.