Need

"I need you," Jen whispered, her breath tickling his ear as she leaned over behind him. Her tongue darted out to tease him, eliciting a delicious stifled moan.

Nick stood up from his desk, beyond pleased that everyone except Jen and himself had left for the night. They were buried in a complicated and mind-numbing case. Jennifer had, of course, wanted to stay late and slog through all the bank records that had been delivered. Nick had valiantly offered to help. The rest of the squad didn't need to know that he found it depressing to go home without her. He'd rather spend a late night doing tedious work with Jen beside him than eat dinner alone in an empty house.

And now Nick was being rewarded for his need to be with her as much as he could. He wasn't sure what had sparked this desire in her here and now, but he certainly wasn't going to question it.

"Broom cupboard," she whispered. Jen hurried away from him, turning her head back to flash a hungry grin and give him a wink.

Nick vaguely knew that the whole station had security cameras. So when Jen walked away, he paused, trying not to seem too obvious and eager as he followed. He didn't follow close enough, however, because when he rounded the corner, he had no idea where she'd gone. There was more than one broom cupboard on their floor.

A door opened ajar as he walked past it. Clearly Jen knew he needed a bit more direction. He casually doubled back and went inside, closing the door behind him.

It was pitch dark. But that didn't hinder them much. They were well-practiced by now.

"I need you," she whispered again, blindly unbuttoning his shirt.

Nick smiled to himself. He knew how she liked his bare chest against her when they made love. Even an elicit quickie like this, she needed to feel him.

He responded in kind, pulling her blouse out from where it was tucked into her trousers. His hands wandered her waist and ribcage and up her back to unhook her bra.

"Oh Nick," she breathed.

"Tell me, Jen," he begged. "Tell me what you need. Let me give it to you."

Jennifer grinned hungrily, though he couldn't see it. She knew how turned on he got when she talked dirty to him. And she loved being empowered to tell him exactly what she needed him to do. He never denied her anything she wanted, and he usually showed her things she'd never have thought of on her own.

She pulled his face to hers and kissed him messily. Their tongues wasted no time caressing and exploring each other. He nibbled on her lip and murmured again, "Tell me what you need."

"I need you," she began between kisses, "to touch me. Stroke me and put fingers inside me and make me come against your hand."

"Mmmm," he growled. "We'll start with that, then."

Nick unbuttoned her trousers and shoved them down just enough for his hand to move between her legs and inside her knickers. He didn't bother to remove them. Yet.

And just as Jen had asked, he began stroking her gently, tracing her folds between his fingers, rubbing circles to make her breath hitch. She was already wet and ready. He had no idea how long she'd been thinking about this while they were working, how much she'd fantasized about exactly what she wanted him to do to her here in the police station late at night while no one else was around.

Nick kissed her again, wrapping his free hand around her neck to keep her anchored against him. Without warning, he thrust two of his fingers up inside her. He swallowed her moans into his mouth as he kissed her and fucked her with his hand.

Jen squirmed in his grasp, clutching wildly at his bare chest. With just the right amount of pressure and angle to curl his fingers and speed to thrust into her, she practically collapsed with the force of her orgasm, shuddering and trembling where she stood.

Nick slowed his movements and held her close so she could catch her breath without fear of her knees buckling.

"Is that what you needed, Jen?" he asked teasingly, knowing full well he'd done exactly as she'd asked.

"God, yes," she groaned.

"Do you know what I need?"

"Tell me. Anything," she vowed, pressing exhausted kisses to his chest.

"I need us to get cleaned up enough to not get caught by the security cameras and then go home so I can take care of my other needs."

She chuckled softly. "And what needs would those be?"

He whispered right in her ear, "I need to put my cock inside you before I explode right here."

"Well maybe we need to take care of you before we get home. Perhaps in the car, even." Her hand trailed down the front of his leg to where his hardness strained against his trousers in a torturous manner. "Yes, I think I need to take care of you as soon as possible," she teased, stroking him slowly.

He grabbed her wrist to pull her hand away. "And now I need you to stop it and go wait for me in the garage."

She complied, knowing they needed to cool down for now. Jen fixed her trousers and blouse and smoothed her hair before searching for the doorknob. "Oh, Nick?"

"Hmm?" he replied as he buttoned his shirt.

"I need one more thing."

"And what's that?"

She kissed him one last time. "I need you to know how much I love you."

And with that, she left him alone in the broom cupboard. He was still barely dressed but he was frozen for a moment, smiling too much to think of anything but the warm, happy feeling in his chest.