Note; I do not own ANYTHING OUAT related. GoldenQueen.

Short but sweet. Sometime after 702-703.

1/2 chapters.


Tired limbs. Her muscles ached like she had run a marathon instead of pulled a ten hour shift at her bar. The patrons were a little more rowdy on Fridays, so she had been left breaking up bar fights and tossing trouble makers onto their asses in the alleyway. Even though she would prefer to head home to get the scent of alcohol off of her skin, she found herself arriving at Weaver's door. Finding his spare key had been easy, per usual, he liked to keep it in the mailbox as if begging anyone to break and enter. So she did. For the second time this week. The first he hadn't been home. And secretly, she hoped he would be this time.

Shutting the door with the heel of her boot, she pushed further, taking in the area of space he called his home. The walls were an off white with photographs plastered along various corners displaying some sort of shaking of hands with other officers in the police force. As she made her way further, tip toeing down a hallway before her steps faltered. The scent of Weaver wafting down along the walls, into her lungs and deep into her frame. A chill surging down her frame and into the depths low in her stomach. Absentmindedly her body followed it as if her previous destination no longer mattered and in reality, it didn't. Her body ached, bones and muscles but her mind had begun racing with the memories of his heated skin against hers, their limbs in a tangled mess on his couch. The week had truly been a gift after the hard work week.

Hot breaths hitched in her throat as she rounded the corner, pushing through the open bathroom door to find the blurred image of someone behind steam soaked glass currently leaning with one hand against the wall, back towards the door of the shower. One glance at the pile of clothes on the floor, the gold glisten of his badge caught her eye and she bent to pick it up. As silently as she could, she peeled off her boots, belt, jeans, bra and slid off her jacket. Tossing it to the floor to join the pile already there. She kept her grey tank on along with her black lace panties. With a smirk playing on her lips, she clipped the badge to the lace waist band.

Excitement surged through her veins like fire as she slipped into the shower with him, pressing her chest against his back. The moisture soaking through the fabric of her shirt as she wrapped her fingers around to rest over his eyes. Weaver's body tensed the second he felt her against him. "I'm going to ask you some questions and it would be wise to not withhold information. Because.." She tried her best take on his accent as she finished her sentence. "...I always get my answers."

A chuckle escaped his lips before he tried his best at her accent; "I don't share secrets..." Once her hands fell from his eyes, he turned to face her. Chocolate gaze drinking in her appearance as if she were the best scotch whiskey on the top shelf and he could douse himself in it right then and there. "..Detective.." His accent went back to his usual brogue, thick fingers finding her hips to pull her closer.

"Is that so?" She asked, cocking her brow at his repeat of words she had remembered uttering to him sometime this week. Her head felt light at the scent of his body wash filling the small space and she hoped the scent would remain on her skin for the rest of the night.

"Yup." With that he covered her mouth with his, lips parting hers so he could plunge his tongue into the delectable warmth of her mouth. Rough hands gripped the back of her tang, balling the fabric in his fist. His tongue worked at coaxing hers into action to twist, stroke and move with his. Greedily, he breathed in her hot gasps as if they were his only source of air. Hands traveling further down to grasp at her ass, kneading the soft but firm flesh. After the day he had, he thought he would be left jerking himself off in the shower tonight. Alone with his hand again. But this little surprise caused every notion for the night to shatter into a million pieces.

Pulling away, she tilted her head up. Hot water spilling from the shower head and down onto them, droplets collecting on her skin and sliding down her jaw onto her neck, between her breasts. Weaver took advantage of her stance, head dipping to plant kissing along the length of her throat, up her jaw, then onto her shoulder. Her slightly soaked curls brushing against his cheek. "I thought.." Swiftly he pinned her against the wall he had been facing before she entered the shower, his mouth finding hers once more. Tongue snaking out to taste the water on her lips.. "...you wanted to ask me questions.." One hand held her at her waist while the other slid between them, moving agonizingly slowly from the curve of her breasts, down the slope of her stomach, then resting at the badge clipped to her panties. "...Detective.." Blood had already begun rushing to his cock the second he realized who had joined him in the shower, this only proved to further his building arousal.

"I do.." She groaned. Her hands pushing at his chest to make him back up just a little, enough for her to put him where he had held her just seconds before. "...Where were you last night?"

"Home." He answered a sly grin forming on his lips as he kept his hands at his sides. Refusing to touch her while she questioned him. Just to give her enough room to take this where she wanted it to go. Even if his hands ached to grip and pull at the soaked tresses of hair sticking to her cheeks.

"Doing what? And can anyone back up your claim?"

"What crime do you think I committed, detective?"

He could tell by the way she shifted on her feet that she wasn't much liking the fact that he refused to put his hands on her skin. "Answer the questions." Her tone took on one that she imagined he would use during his interrogations. Her hand coming up to rest on his chest as she leaned in close to his face. The heat from his skin daring to break the charade she intended to keep for the game they were playing.

"Well. I came home." He began, hearing a contented hum emit from behind her closed lips. He decided to take the reigns of this little charade and hopefully pull it in the direction he really favored. "And I stepped into the shower. Much like now."

"Is that right?"

"Mhmm. But you see.." His fingers tensed at his sides as he fought the urge to wipe at a drop of water that had currently begun to make it's way down the side of Roni's luscious lips. "...the most tempting images of a barkeep came into mind as the water rushed down over my body." His eyes watched as her lips parted, the fingers on his chest pressing into claws, her nails seemingly on the verge of creating crescent moons on his wet skin. "And I spent a good hour in here..." His hands moved as if in explanation of his innocence in whatever crime she had intended pinning on him. "...trying to ease the visions that plagued my hard co-I mean mind."

"Is that so?"

"Oh yes. Very so." He nodded, lips pulling back to reveal his teeth.

"And no one can vouch for this time you spent...here?"

"No one but me."

"And these images you were imagining?"

"Oh yes. Some of the most..." A groan escaped his lips, reverberating along the walls surrounding them. "...well you know how it is."

"What was this barkeep doing? In your mind, I mean."

"She had been down on her knees..."

"On her knees?"

"Yes."

"Like this?" Roni shifted down onto her knees, her hand sliding down his chest and his stomach.

"Oh yes. Very much like that. Only..." His eyes locked on hers, the very sight of her taking her lower lip between her teeth cause his cock to twitch. Which at the angle where she was currently sitting, her eyes up at him, he knew she could see the reaction. "...she took my cock in her soft hand..."

"Did she?" Hungry eyes watched as he nodded. However, Roni wouldn't be herself if she didn't prolong his agony. Knowing he had taken her game and twisted it so that this could go exactly how he wanted. She placed her hand on his knee, then slid it up along his thigh, kneading the flesh there before dipping between his legs and cupping his balls in her warm hand. He tensed at the act, having not expected that in the slightest. But at the look of sheer pleasure on his face as she began rub them gently, applying just the right amount of pressure. With a gentle tug, she then released them before dipping her head closer, Weaver adjusted himself slightly against the shower wall, tilting his head up knowing that she was currently in charge of whatever it is she had on her mind. And fuck everything if he would try and stop her in her little adventure.

Her hand found the taut skin along his shaft and gave him two quick pumps for good measure before taking to slow fluid tugs, while the flat of her tongue pressed against his scrotum at the back, along the seam to the front. As her mouth continued it's torture, her hand began a rhythm of it's own.

"She didn't do th-" He swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing as water dripped down further heating his skin. Trying to catch his breath as her tongue swirled in the most tantalizing fashion against his scrotum, her fingers swirling in the bead of pre-cum that had accumulated at the top of his throbbing cock before her cupped fingers began milking down his shaft. "-at... she did not do that but I'll..." Hissing, he began to rock himself against her hand and tongue. "...keep this in mind for next time."

"Next time?" She moaned up at him, her hands and mouth stalling long enough for her to lean back and shoot him a mischievous grin at the admittance of him thinking of her again. Being his source of pleasure was nice, but it wasn't like him to admit such things. Then again, she was currently on her knees in front of him. So they were both in predicaments that really didn't do well for their continuous power play. He shot her a look that told her he knew exactly what she was thinking. With a chuckle, she went back to what she had been doing previously.

"Mouth." Weaver groans, tilting his head back against the shower wall once more, palms searching the cold surface to try and ground him, stall what he knew was coming soon rather than later and he wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of that mouth surrounding his rock hard cock. "Now." His words were sharp but strained, every ounce of strength he had going into not spilling every ounce of cum onto the shower floor. No, he wanted her to taste him.

Roni shifted, guiding his heated strained flesh into the warmth of her mouth, twisting her tongue around the tip before sucking him in eagerly. A slew of words spilling from the detective above her, his thick hands finding purchase in her hair as she gave him the free reign to fuck her mouth at whatever rhythm he saw fit. Her hands reaching back to grip his ass while his hips moved to a beat she almost remembered from last week as he thrust her into a sated sex coma. Her core clenched at the memory. The taste of his cock in her mouth only furthering her arousal. Damn. Hallowing her cheeks and gliding her tongue along his shaft as it thrust through her lips, she felt it twitch.

"Fuck yes, Roni. Your mouth.." He groaned, cutting off his sentence before he added breathlessly; "fucking fantastic."

She removed her hands from his ass and placed one on his hip,nails digging deep into his skin as her other hand sought out his balls and began massaging and tugging gently which served to break his rhythm, his hips jerking frantically. At that, she hummed around his heated flesh.

"Fuck. I'm going to-" He groaned, a string of expletives rolling from his lips as his cock pulsated inside of Roni's mouth, hot cum spilling down that beautiful throat of hers. His head spun as her mouth milked him for everything he had, the feel of her swallowing his seed while he was still in her mouth furthering the wave of pleasure that wracked his frame. "Mm, you like that don't you?" The moan that escaped her lips dared to send him to his knees. His chocolate eyes watched as she slid him out of her mouth and stood up on shaking legs. He brought his thumb to the corner of her mouth, swiping at the evidence of what had just happened. Soft hands found their way to his wrist and pulled his arm close to her, her eyes on his as she opened her mouth and wrapped it around his digit, generously sucking until it were clean. Fucking hell. he thought, this woman would be his undoing.

"Yes, I really like it." She sighed, pressing her body against his.

"I think it might be your turn."

Once the words left his lips, the sound of his phone ringing cut through the soft fall of water from the shower head.

"I think you're needed." Roni spoke, her teeth tugging at his ear.

"I am."

Her fingers pulled at the wrist she had in her hand, then trailed it down the front of her body before bringing his fingers to her entrance, hissing at the contact.

"Very needed, it would seem." His voice dropped an octave as he slid one finger up inside of her warmth, allowing her to adjust a second or two before adding another digit into her heated core. "...I should probably act fast..."

"Mmhmm."