"The Archer wont be a problem for you anymore." Derek says, sitting back in his chair. "And I highly doubt that this wont be considered a strike for me. A strike with severe consquences."

Yes well welcome to my side of the law. As for strikes, yes the police frown on robbery and firing on them. More importantly though is this is strike three. *Ella says as she moves to get out of bed.* You saved my life . . . I won't come after you, that should make us even.

"Good." Derek says simply, standing from his chair. "I guess you know the way out." He walks out of the room, and downstairs.

Yes I do. *Ella says staninging up carefully, she isn't comfortable but she wants out of his house.* Good bye Derek, I hope I don't run into you again. *She says leaving and hailing a cab as quickly as she can.*

Derek watches her leave from a window in his office. He sighs, looking down as the cab turns the corner. "Fuck!" He yells, turning around and turning his large desk over, sending everything on it to the floor, making a big mess. He goes about trashing his office, making sevearl holes in the wall as he does. After several minutes, he sighs, breathing deeply as he looks at the big mess he just made. "Fuck this." He says, shaking his head as he walks out of his house, gets in his car, and speeds off.

"Ok, enough of that in my cab. We are at the adress, now kindly pay me and exit my cab!" The cabbie says in a heavy accent.

*Ella smiles at Derek,* You better pay the man, I'll be inside. *She says holding up the keys she just got off Derek to his home, and she gets off him and exits the cab.*

The cabbie looks at Ella, and then tells Derek, "In my country we call that kind of girl the reincarnation of Kali, the blood thirsty godess of destruction."

"Well, I call that kind of girl a hot piece of ass." Derek says, tossing some cash at the cab driver and quickly following Ella.

*Ella, who can move a little faster than your adverage person and didn't waste time waiting for Derek to pay, had made it up to Derek's bedroom leaving unnecessary articles of her clothing up the stairs and down the hall, her coat, one shoe and then the other, her blazer. Once Derek reaches the hallway Ella yells out to him,* Wash up your face will you?

Derek throws off his coat in the front hallway, making it up the stairs looking at the pieces of clothing left by Ella. "You're taking some of the fun out of, Ella." Derek says, walking into the hallway bathroom to clean up his face a bit.

Don't worry the major stuff is still on. *She says back at him. She is still in her skirt, blouse, underwear, and stockings.* Hurry, you're the one who is taking too long.

It's not long before Derek is in his room, with his lips locked with Ella's and his hand sliding up her leg and into her skirt. "Thought it was better if it last longer?" He asks, kissing her neck aggressively.

I'm rather impatient, and since this is just for sex then onto the sex. *Ella says beyond the point of suggestion.*

"ooh." Derek says, kissing her neck and shoulder some more. "I'm fine just as things are." He says, although his hands do start to slide up her blouse to rise it up.

*Perhaps the best proof that Ella really was sweet on Derek and is now a little upset with him is her foreplay. While before it was mosly sweet and not too abrasive, it is now edgy and almost dangerous as she runs her nails along Derek's back keeping the kissing at a much more exuberent and rough pace, which is much the way the sex is headed. She even growls a bit here and there.*

Derek enjoys the change in mood, and tries to return the favor in finally removing Ella's blouse, throwing it off to the side and then going after her skirt. All the while kissing her collar bone area.