Chapter 1 - Landing On Her Feet: Chapter 1

                                       Landing On Her Feet

                                             by Volpone

Quick note: If you are interested in the canon story arc which spawned this tale, you can find the
official site entry HERE, though the episodes are not available online that I have found.

                                            Chapter One

          He felt like the "Amazing 2-D Man". It was rather odd, operating in an "animated" continua, but if
Quinn was going to recruit his next choice for the Phoenix Group, he had to learn to adjust. Things
would fill out again when he got back home.
          He had been tracking her by electronic means since he had first pinpointed her position. Now
she had arrived at the resort on the Mexico coastline and it was time to make contact.
          Getting background information had not been too difficult, what with the help of Columbina and
her tapping the Internet. Setting up his cover had taken a bit of time and effort, but he was now well
established with the hotel staff as Señor Quinn, a very generous and slightly loco Norte (not a gringo like
so many of his countrymen).
          It was almost sunset. The temperature was cooling off, and after sunning herself for the day on
the beach, Selina was considering going in.
          Then he walked down to the beach with Tiara, and all thoughts of her leaving at this moment
were quite forgotten. Attractive men walking full grown snow leopards without a leash on a Mexican
beach had to be a unique occurrence.
          She tipped her dark glasses down both to see better, and to be seen. She decided to make the
first overture. His reaction should tell her if he was worth consideration, or was just another idle playboy
of no interest other than business (she being a cat burglar of the highest order).
          As he scratched the beautiful cat behind the right ear, she said, "Nice pussy."
          He turned his head just enough to hoist one eyebrow and give a crooked smile, signaling that he
got the double entendre.
          "She's my roommate. I always enjoy feline companionship."
          She decided he deserved 9 out of 10. Confident, with a sense of humor... likes cats, and the
phrasing clearly indicated that he was here alone, with the exception of the leopardess. Good. Her
vacation was looking up already.
          "Her name is Tiara. She actually belongs to a friend of mine, but I twisted his arm into letting her
come with me while he's busy on other business." The furry object of their conversation settled in to be
more comfortable.
          "Hello, Tiara. I'm Selina." She leaned forward to present one hand and received a cursory sniff
of approval. As she leaned in, he was again reminded of this being an "animated" continua... in no
"normal" continua would she have managed to remain inside her strapless minimum bikini top, not with
the load it was being asked to support. It was an impressive sight, of which Selina was well aware.
          She turned her gaze to him, as if noticing him for the first time, and giving him a look as if to say, 
"Well...?"
          "And I'm Quinn. Any friend of Tiara's..." He took the hand that she had extended to the snow
leopard and raised it to his lips, putting as much into kissing the back of her hand as he dared.
          The professional part of her mind noticed he was wearing what looked to be a gorgeous 4 carat
cabochon emerald in a white gold Celtic knot-work ring. Well, if things didn't work out socially...
          As he kissed her hand, all thoughts of jewelry fled as her pulse jumped into high gear and her
nipples threatened the integrity of the fabric holding them back. It might as well not have bothered... it
looked like a couple of swipes of strategically placed body paint for all it concealed. Their mutual
appreciation went up another notch. Or in his case, two.
          She thought to herself, Damn, he's good. He's got me wet as a catfish, and he's just kissed my
hand. I'd drag him down here on the sand if it wouldn't shock the neighbors.
          Before he could release her hand, what she said aloud was, "I was about to go in for dinner.
Would you care to join me?" She gave his hand a small squeeze.
          He easily raised her up by the hand. Definitely not wimpy, she thought.
          "I'd like that very much." He offered her his arm, which she gracefully accepted, pressing her
breast against the side of his arm in the process.
          As the three of them started back for the hotel, he said, "If you wouldn't mind, I take most of my
meals in my room. Some people seem put off by Tiara's eating habits."
          Selina was surprised. If he was on the prowl for females, dinner hour was prime time. Giving up
his best opportunity to sniff out willing females for the sake of taking meals with his feline roommate... to
Selina, chivalry was occasionally overrated, but proper behavior towards cats was never properly
appreciated. Maybe they'd just skip the appetizer...
          She gave his arm a squeeze. "That would be fine. I'll need a bit to put myself together."
          "You look extremely well put together already." His gaze went down to her cleavage to leave no
doubt that he had gotten her message. She laughed and hugged his arm, squeezing her breast against
him again.
          He went on. "If I must let you go, how does nine o'clock sound?" It was already after seven, and
he figured to give her plenty of time to do whatever she felt she needed.
          They reached the main desk at that moment. She said to the desk clerk, "Miss Kyle, room 710."
          As the desk clerk fetched her key, she turned back to Quinn. "Nine o'clock would be lovely." She very
deliberately slipped the key the clerk gave her into her bikini top. Quinn was surprised she could find
room.
          "I look forward to seeing you then. Room 901." He again bent to kiss her hand and he put just a
touch more into it than before, letting his lips linger for just a couple of seconds. Again her nipples
sprang to attention.
          "I'll be there." There was promise in her eyes. She turned to the snow leopard at his knee. "And
it was nice meeting you, Tiara." She spoke as if to her sister, not a pet.
          Tiara rumbled pleasantly in response.
          She turned and flowed to the elevator with a feline walk that was a pleasure to watch. It wasn't
artificial. Her movements were completely subconscious, which made them all the more sensual.
She pressed the button and stepped inside when the doors parted. As her finger found the
button for the seventh floor, she turned profile to him, looked over the top of her dark glasses, and smiled
at him again. He inclined his head, smiled back, and made a small applauding motion, letting her know
he had enjoyed the show.
          As the doors closed, the desk clerk said, "You are a lucky man, señor. She es muy bonita."
          Quinn smiled. "Verdad."

          Once the doors were closed and she was alone, she gave in to her body's response. It was a
rare man who could affect her this way. She shuddered with pleasure at her recollection of that last kiss
on her hand. Knowing there were no cameras in these elevators (it being just one reason she had
picked this hotel), her eyes closed, and one hand came up to crush one gorgeous breast while the other
hand squeezed the mound between her thighs. She felt her own slipperiness.
          God! He had her ready right now, and she wasn't going to see him for over an hour. She was
seldom affected that strongly by men, but this one had her ready for two falls out of three on the lobby
carpet.
          When she got out at the seventh floor, she decided she would have to take a few moments to
relieve some of the tension she felt.
          Opening her door, she moved the "do not disturb" sign to the outside, closed and locked the
door, and shed her suit.
          She lay back on the bed, let the cool air form the air conditioner blow across her smooth skin,
and closed her eyes, thinking back to Quinn... his looks... the feel of his arm... his smile... his lips on her
hand. She imagined those lips elsewhere than her hand.
          One of her hands came up to tease her upright nipple, as the other hand slid through her wisp of
black hair and gently opened the lower lips that welcomed her touch. She was wet as a lake, and excited
as when she was "on the job". She ran her tapered fingers down until they encountered the small, pink
button of her clitoris, and she gently fingered it as his lips explored in her mind.
          After just a few moments, she managed to give herself the release she so strongly desired.
