Sucker Bet

Disclaimer: This is done strictly for fun and not for profit, although tips are greatly appreciated.

Author's Notes: Thanks to all my friends in the fandom. I appreciate constructive criticism and feedback, negative and mean comments really aren't necessary, so let's try to control ourselves.

This is a SPECIAL gift to my best friend Brook who has been so sweet and so patient with me. I am testing the waters again, just to see where it takes me.

I really want to thank my writing sisters Kirsty and Shawne, you two are the best sisters a girl can have.

This story is almost written in its entirety so no one needs to worry about me finishing it. It is almost done. I will post chapter by chapter.

Warning: This first chapter deals with adult content, if you are easily offended by mature material, please don't read this first part. It is just a dream.

Chapter One

The buxom blonde walked up to him, her chest heaving with every breath, the sweet glistening across her skin. Starsky swooped her up forcibly, taking her into his strong arms and kissing her deeply. He heard a moan escape from her full moth as he shoved his tongue through her lips, demanding entrance.

Starsky felt his excitement begin to swell as the warmth in his groin spread. His large hand reached up, cupping her breast and squeezing firmly as he turned her, and pushed her onto his bed, falling on top of her, hovering over her, staring deep into her dark brown eyes. His knee pushed between her legs, forcing them apart as he began to grind against her.

He had been attracted to fellow officers before, but never like this. Her mere touch sent him on fire; he couldn't help but think of her, caressing her, kissing her, making love to her, his animalistic urges taking over, needing release. Sheri Taylor had established a place in his mind that he was unable to get her out of.

His right hand made its way down her abdomen and between her legs, feeling her moist entrance as she screamed out loud, begging him to continue. He drowned out her screams with his mouth, forcing her silent, enjoying the control he had over her.

With a start, he opened his eyes, gasping heavily as he slowly became aware of his surroundings, recognizing his own bedroom, swallowing hard, and realizing that he had been dreaming about her, again.

His hand trailed down his own stomach, grabbing a hold of his hard on, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling, cursing Hutch for even introducing him to this woman in the first place, especially since he could never have her. She was something that was out of his reach, but not out of his mind. He found himself constantly thinking and dreaming about her and every time he did, he felt that familiar tingling in his loins as his arousal stirred.

Throwing his covers off to his side, he rolled out of his bed, padding off to the bathroom, planning on taking care of his problem himself, embarrassed that his body was responding like a teen going through puberty, but having not control over it.

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The doors to the squad room swung wide as both Starsky and Hutch flew through the portal, the shorter brunet in front, with his tall lanky blond partner right n his heels, smirking.

"It was a sucker bet an' you know it…" the hot headed detective ranted.

"No one forced you into taking it Starsk." Hutch retorted quickly, "You of all people should have known to do your homework before taking the bet."

"Some friend you are," Starsky grumbled as he made his way to his desk, pulling out his chair and whipping it around backwards, straddling it. "Making a bet that I couldn't get a date with the young cute rookie, all the while knowing that she already had a boyfriend, hardly seems like something I would expect from my own partner!"

"Look Buddy, a bet is a bet. What kind of a friend would I be to let you off the hook on a technicality? It wouldn't teach you anything…besides, I was nice enough to wait until payday for you to make good on the deal, and today's the deadline." Hutch smirked as he walked around the back of his partner, reaching for the coffee pot and the clean cups sitting beside it

"If I were you Hutch, I'd go with him to the bank, 'at's the only way you're ever going to see your money." The younger homicide detective that was sitting at the opposite table chimed in.

"Yeah? Well who asked you? Don't you have a report to do or somethin'?" Starsky shot back, causing the interferer to shrug uncomfortably and turn back around, giving the curly haired man his back.

"That's not a bad idea," The tall Nordic interjected, "I think Robinson is right, we can stop by the bank at lunch, cash your check and you can square your debt to me." Hutch's blue eyes looking at his partner, one brow rose inquisitively.

"T'rrific, now not only are you takin' my hard earned cash, but you don't trust me to boot. This keeps getting' better an' better." Starsky growled as he picked up the file on his desk, standing and turning his chair back around, shoving it under his desk, "Lets get outta here Blondie, m'not feelin' the love." He shot an icy glare into the back of Robinson's head, who had still not turned back around to face the angry detective.

Captain Dobey's office door swung open wide as the rotund black man appeared, his brow furrowed.

"Starsky, Hutchinson, in my office, now!" He commanded before disappearing back into his small room.

The brunet looked up at his light haired partner, "What'd you do now?" he quipped sharply.

"Who? What? Me? You're kidding, right?" Hutch shot back as he followed his partner into their superior's office.

Both detectives walked into Dobey's office, Hutch closing the door behind them. Starsky took the yellow vinyl chair to the left of the desk, leaving his partner the one on the right.

"What is it Cap?" Starsky asked, leaning forward on his chair, his elbows resting on his knees.

"As you both know, we have a few rookies that have been assigned to our department," Dobey flipped through a folder on his desk.

"Yeah, and?" Hutch asked, intrigued.

"And, I need to partner them up and get them permanent assignments…" The large black man continued, "but in the meantime, I need to have them with some of my more seasoned detectives, sort of getting someone to show them the ropes."

Starsky looked over at Hutch nervously, before looking back at his Captain, "Exactly what does this have to do with us?"

"I've temporarily assigned Detective 3rd class Sheri Taylor to ride along with both of you for the week."

Hutch let out an unintentional snort of laughter, knowing that this would get a rise out of his partner, seeing how this was the woman that had cost him the bet in the first place.

"You knew about this, din't ya?" Starsky asked, looking at his friend.

Hutch shrugged, smiling smugly, "I had no clue, I swear." He answered between chuckles.

"How come I don't believe ya?" Starsky retorted.

"Is there a problem here?' Dobey interjected, looking suspiciously at the two.

"No problem Cap, none at all." Hutch answered quickly, enjoying as he watched his partner squirm.

"Cap, um…can't you place her with Griggs and Smith?" Starsky protested, knowing that they were asking for trouble, seeing how he had already hit on the woman, at his partner's urging.

"Now why in the hell would I do that Starsky?" Dobey snapped back.

"Griggs and Smith already have their own rookie to worry about, and unless you can give me a good reason to change this assignment, then it is going to stand the way it is, you hear me?"

The man's eyes bulged at Starsky, intimidating the brunet into compliance, "Yes Sir Cap, its fine, no problem here." Starsky stammered as Hutch lifted his hand to his mouth trying to hide his amusement.

The Nordic stood and headed towards the door, signaling his partner to follow as they prepared to leave. Starsky whipped back around raising his hand about to ask his superior officer a question but getting cut off before getting one word out.

"Starts immediately!' Dobey answered not even looking up from his desk, already reading Starsky's question, and answering it for him, "She's waiting downstairs. Now get the hell out of here, I got work to do!"

"Yes sir!" Starsky responded obediently as he passed through the door that Hutch was holding open for him.

The duo headed downstairs to collect their newest member of the team reluctantly. Hutch smirked as he watched his partner twitch nervously. Not many women turned the handsome brunet down, and when they did, it really did something to his friend's confidence. That coupled with the fact that Starsky already felt that Hutch had set him up to fail with this woman, made it even more amusing to watch.

They took the elevator down to the ground floor, making their way through the hallway and to the desk Starsky looked up to see Sheri Taylor standing there reading something she held in her hands. He couldn't help but think she was beautiful, her long blond hair falling in ringlets cascading across her shoulders. She wore a tight black skirt, the hem right above the knee, a slit splitting the fabric nearly up to her thigh. Also clad in a royal blue silk shirt, unbuttoned to expose her ample cleavage. Starsky inhaled deeply trying to restrain himself from walking over to her and taking her into a deep seductive kiss.

Hutch felt Starsky tense when he saw her and smiled as he walked past his partner and up to Taylor.

"Hey Sheri, good to see you." The blond greeted her, flashing a wide smile, "Dobey just told us you're riding with us this week."

She looked up at him, smiling back, blushing slightly. "Wow, how did I get so lucky?" She hissed as she put down the notebook she held in her hands.

"I think luck had little to do with it," he snorted as he reached out his hand, taking her elbow gallantly and leading her out from around the desk and up to Starsky. "You remember my partner, Dave Starsky, don't you Sheri?" Hutch jested, watching his friend's face flush. "Starsk was just saying he couldn't wait for you to ride him…um, I mean ride with him."

Starsky shot his partner an angry glare as his mind traveled back to the day before, when he clumsily attempted to hit on the woman standing in front of him, only to be shot down and told she was already in a committed relationship.

Rejection was not the source of embarrassment for the womanizing officer, but the fact that his own partner had made a bet with him, and not only was he, but the entire station, were in on the moment. He was pretty sure the majority of them knew that he was about to be shot down, and that embarrassed him more than anything.

"Of course I remember Dave, how could I forget?" She teased as she sauntered up to him, watching his eyes as they followed her every move. She knew he was very attracted to her, and it gave her a sense of control or empowerment over her senior officer.

"Alright, alright…let's get the hell outta here, shall we?" Starsky tried to brush off the feelings he was having as he made his way past the both of them and out the door that led to the garage.

Starsky made a beeline for his car as Sheri and his partner followed, Hutch smirking the whole way, having a hard time containing his laughter, knowing that this whole situation was making his friend very uncomfortable.

They approached the Red Torino as Starsky quickly jumped behind the wheel, and Hutch opened the passenger door for Sheri who immediately reached down, lifting the lever on the seat, tipping it forward as she prepared to climb in the back seat.

"No, no, no…" Hutch objected as he pushed the back of the seat into the upright position, "we wouldn't want you to sit in the back," the tall blond leaned down, looking over at Starsky through his brow, "would we buddy?"

Starsky said nothing in response; he just stared at the Nordic, knowing full well how much fun his best friend was having at his expense.

"See?" Hutch continued, "That's what I thought," he stood back up and smiled at the beautiful officer standing before him, batting her eyes, "there's plenty of room up front, climb on in and scoot all the way over to my partner there, nice and close. We'll be like three bugs in a rug."

"Wow, this is going to be so much fun." She exclaimed as she climbed into the front seat, sliding over next to the curly haired detective, her skirt hiking up fairly high on her thigh, much to Starsky's chagrin.

As soon as she was settled, Hutch climbed in beside her and Starsky started his monstrous engine, revving it up before throwing the car into drive and peeling out of the garage, trying desperately to concentrate on the road ahead of him. He inhaled deeply trying to calm his emotions but instead catching a strong whiff of jasmine, coming from the gorgeous woman sitting next to him. Again his mind traveled back to his dream from that morning as he started to feel his body respond. He knew that instant that this was going to be the beginning of a very long week…

To Be Continued.