Title: Brown Sugar
Author: November9Noir
Rating: R, M
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from 'Person of Interest,' nor am I profiting from this work in any way.
Author's Notes: Fluffy, fluffy, fluffety-fluff-fluff! Since the next new epi is 'Get Carter' (and I'm really hoping they don't kill her off!), I thought I'd get in this silly little piece that sprang forth fully grown from my head! Also an obvious continuation from other things that have inspired me!
She had the bastard this time, she could feel it. Carter walked through the echoing corridors of the athletic club, past the pool, towards the men's locker room. It was steamy near the showers. She took her shoes off, not to slip, also not to let the tap-tap of her high heels alert him to her presence. She held her gun ready in front of her.
He walked out from behind the glass-brick wall wearing nothing but a smile. Carter suddenly found it hard to breathe. Good Lord, he was magnificent! Tall, long, lean, all muscle, not an ounce of fat on him. She swallowed hard, and he heard her. He grinned even wider.
"You don't need the gun, Detective," he said in his soft, sexy voice. "Unless this is a whole new definition of safe sex."
"I'm not really into white men," Carter managed to say.
"Oh, that's too bad," her vigilante murmured, backing her up against the lockers. "Because this white man really wants to be into you."
She should shoot him just for that, but she was mesmerized by those blue eyes. She didn't resist when he took her gun from her hand and put it on top of the locker. He was dripping wet, he was going to ruin her silk shirt, but then he pressed her against his chest, and Carter found that she really didn't care about her clothes anymore.
He leaned in and kissed her, full of male confidence that she would give him what he wanted, not out of fear or any threat of force, but because she wanted to. Carter moaned and slipped her arms around his neck. He deftly unbuttoned her shirt and caressed her bare skin, then kissed his way down her neck, and as he dropped to his knees he pushed her skirt up around her waist.
"Brown sugar, how come you taste so good?" he teased, his blue eyes sparkling, just before he buried his face between her thighs...
Her screaming orgasm jolted Carter out of her dream. "What the hell?' she breathed, shaking. This guy was reallygetting under her skin. "You need a vacation, Carter," she said to herself. "Or a boyfriend." There was no way in hell she was going to get back to sleep now, so she decided to take a shower.
A cold shower, at that!
Reviews are love and brown sugar!