Senior Constable Charlie Buckton rubbed her sleepy blue eyes for the ninth time and took a long gulp from her now cold coffee. She grimaced at the taste as she did nearly every time she gave in to need and poured one from the station machine. The stuff was like drinking tar but it had just enough caffeine in it to keep her awake through the last hour of security footage. She looked at her watch and sighed. Nine o'clock already. It had been three hours since her shift had officially ended and so far the tapes hadn't contained the suspect she was looking for. She was hoping her long night of searching wasn't going to be a wasted effort.
"Would you like an upgrade, Senior Constable?" Charlie looked up to see Georgina 'Georgie' Watson, her second in command, leaning against the door jamb with two cups of the Pier Diner's best coffee in her hands. The smaller officer with the Italian roots stepped into the office with a smirk that lifted one side of her mouth higher than the other. She placed the coffees on the desk and also set down a white paper bag that was giving off the unmistakeable scent of a freshly toasted bagel.
"I figured you wouldn't have eaten yet, either." She added, taking the seat across from Charlie's and sitting forward with her arms crossed on the desk. "Found anything?"
Charlie shook her head, her red ponytail swishing and her eyes glued to the screen as one hand brought the new coffee to her lips and the other fumbled blindly with the paper bag until she'd managed to retract the still toasty contents. Georgie watched in silence as Charlie bit into the bagel, suppressing a swift surge of desire when her superior's tongue darted out to catch the stray crumbs on her bottom lip.
"Damn, that's good. Thanks." Charlie sent a quick smile in Georgie's direction, unaware that the simple act made Georgie's heart rate soar to immeasurable heights. Nervously pushing her dark chin-length hair behind her ears, the younger officer coughed to clear the newly formed lump in her throat.
Five years she'd been under Charlie's command. Five long years of waiting and watching as Charlie went from one disastrous relationship to the next, often submersing herself in her work after each break-up. How Georgie had longed to hold her through her pain. The Senior Constable was a master at hiding her feelings from the world, but Georgie could always see the sadness that lurked just below the surface.
She'd like to say she was simply a perceptive person, but the truth was she just noticed everything about Charlie. Like how her eyes creased at the corners when she smiled, or how her hair was constantly falling in messy tendrils from her police cap. She'd noticed how, when in uniform, Charlie walked like a woman on a mission. And yet when the Constable wore the slinky black, thigh-length dress Georgie often saw her in at casual work-related functions, she was graceful, poised. Beautiful.
Not to say that Georgie didn't appreciate the way the standard Australian police uniform fit Charlie's body so perfectly, from the starched blue shirt to the navy utility pants and polished black boots. Georgie wore the same uniform, but when she looked at herself in the mirror every morning she did not see the sexy crime-fighting goddess she saw in Charlie. She just saw Georgie. Plain, indiscriminate Georgie.
"Georgie?" Charlie's voice startled the officer out of her thoughts, causing her to jump and accidentally knock her coffee-cup over, sending the contents all over Charlie's desk, staining everything it touched and pouring in a waterfall over the edge of the desk and into Charlie's lap.
"Shit!" Georgie shot up and grabbed at the paperwork that was scattered all over Charlie's desk. The majority of it was beyond saving, and she apologised profusely as she made a futile attempt to rescue the rest. When she saw the state of Charlie's shirt and pants, she hurriedly grabbed the napkins that came with the bagel and began to pat and wipe the muddy-looking stains, all the while repeating her apologetic mantra.
"Georgie, its all right, really!" Charlie protested, blushing slightly due to the fact that her co-worker was currently kneeling between her legs and dabbing furiously at the crotch of her trousers. It didn't help that Georgie's free hand was wrapped around her thigh as if to steady the Senior Constable whilst she worked at the wet patch, creating heat where their limbs connected.
A stickler for the rules by nature, Charlie could count at least four codes of conduct being broken at this very moment. Worse than that, feelings she'd tried so hard to ignore were rising to the surface as she looked down at the officer between her outstretched legs.
Charlie had a secret, one that she had carried since not long after her brief relationship with Joey Collins, the sweet but confident deckhand who had somehow wormed her way into Charlie's heart and opened up a part of her she'd never known was there. After the disastrous ending to that chapter of her life, Charlie had begun to notice women in a whole new light. In particular, she had begun to notice one Constable Georgina Watson.
At first it had been small things, odd little quirks like how the younger officer was constantly having to tuck her hair behind her ears, and the way she stood with her hands in her pockets like a teenager with nothing to do. On an actual teenager, the pose would be considered cocky and nonchalant, but on Georgie it was a sure sign of her low self-esteem. Whilst she was always confident in her police work, Georgie was not the most social of creatures, and had a hard time connecting with people outside of the workplace. Even then, Charlie rarely saw her interacting with any of the other staff except for work-related reasons.
And then came the larger things, like how incredibly sexy she found Georgie to be in her brown leather jacket and the fullness of her lips and how, even though she was shorter than Charlie by a good few inches, she seemed to have this subtly large presence that was supported by her broad shoulders and well built body. She was still wholly female, of course, but she had an androgynous air about her appearance that seemed to draw Charlie in and make her heart go thump.
Coming back to the present with a crash, Charlie gently pushed Georgie away and stood, needing to pace and control herself. Georgie stood too, looking uncertain and almost worried that she was about to be fired or something equally unpleasant.
"Its okay, Constable Watson, you're not in trouble," Charlie softly explained when she saw the miserable expression on Georgie's face. Part of her wanted to cup the cherubic face in her hands and kiss the frown away, but a bigger part was screaming at her that a relationship with a colleague was a bad road to go down. One that she'd already traversed and had no wish to repeat.
"I'll redo all the paperwork for you and I-I'll pay to have your uniform dry-cleaned and I'll even buy you a new desk if I can't get the stain out..."
"Georgie, really, its just coffee, and I have all of those documents copied and on file, so stop fussing, all right?" Georgie continued to look like her world had been shattered, so Charlie finally ceased her pacing and turned off the security footage, resolving to finish watching in the morning.
"Come on, I'll take a quick shower and give you a ride home, if you're willing to wait." Georgie nodded and followed Charlie to the station locker room where the Senior Constable retrieved a towel from her locker and headed for the showers. Georgie sat on one of the benches to wait, still feeling thoroughly sorry for herself.
In the showers, Charlie was still feeling the effects of Georgie's rubbing down, mainly in the region of her midsection. She knew without having to check that she was wet, and it had nothing to do with the hot spray pelting her back. She carefully washed herself down, wincing when she stroked her soapy hands over her hard, sensitive nipples. She felt an answering twitch between her legs and her knees became weak. She had to get some clothes on before she lost all control completely and relieved herself with Georgie in the next room!
Taking care not to brush her nipples again or let her hand's wander to more intimate places, she finished her shower and wrapped her towel tightly around her body. It occurred to her then that she would have to walk into the locker room where Georgie was waiting for her, naked and wet but for the towel that she just now realised was far too small. Her whole body seemed to flush red in an instant, and her nipples became impossibly harder.
Georgie, meanwhile, was wondering what was taking the Senior Constable so long whilst simultaneously trying not to imagine things that would drive her crazy. When Charlie re-entered the locker-room in a towel that was entirely inadequate at covering her body, Georgie almost fell off the bench.
Charlie tried to keep an air of nonchalance as she walked to her locker, taking small steps so as not to cause her towel to rise over her hips. Despite her usual shyness, Georgie couldn't take her eyes off the edge of the towel that fell just short of the curve of Charlie's buttocks. She was staring unabashedly with her lips slightly parted, her whole body on fire and her breath coming in short, quiet pants.
All common sense fled as Georgie rose on shaky legs. She moved slowly towards Charlie, who was rooting through her locker and unaware that Georgie was mere feet away. She only realised how close the Constable was when she closed her locker and tried to step back, only to find the short but stocky officer pressed up against her back. Two hands came around her sides and pressed up against the lockers on either side of hers, the fingers splayed and slightly trembling. She felt warm breath on her neck and heard the soft flow of laboured breathing.
"G-Georgie...what are you doing?" Charlie's voice was a shocked whisper, but she made no move to shrug Georgie off.
"You're so beautiful..." Georgie replied, closing her eyes and inhaling the clean scent of lavender and newly washed skin from Charlie's neck. Charlie's body felt hot against her chest, and she moved her pelvis closer until she could feel the same heat coming from Charlie's ass as it settled into her groin. "I want you, Charlie..." She uttered.
Her hands left the lockers then, and came to where the towel was tucked tight above Charlie's breasts. Gently, with deliberately slow movements, she tugged at the knot until the towel fell open and Charlie's breasts were exposed to the cool air.
"No..." Charlie protested, though her voice was small and weak. This couldn't be happening, this shouldn't be happening. There were so many things that could and would go wrong, so many rules that would be broken, both professional and personal. This could only end in the messiest way.
"Yes..." Georgie hissed, sounding as if the word was burning her inside out. Her strong hands finally closed over Charlie's breasts and and the Senior Constable was completely lost. She wanted to get messy.
She turned quickly in Georgie's arms and without stopping for breath she pressed her mouth to the younger officer's, feeling a thrill rock her body when Georgie immediately responded and enveloped Charlie's lips in a warm, wet caress, taking charge of the kiss and deepening it by dipping her tongue inside the Senior Constable's mouth. She groaned deep in her throat as she explored the soft inner skin and duelled with Charlie's tongue. She heard an answering moan from the other woman and revelled in the sound, feeling it as pleasure in the pit of her stomach.
"Georgie..." Charlie breathed around Georgie's lips, "Touch me...everywhere..."
Georgie's callused hands were all over Charlie then, stroking down her sides, around her back and down to grip her ass. Charlie's hands were latched onto her head, one tangled in her hair and the other caressing her neck. Georgie pressed her hard against the lockers, pushing her leg between Charlie's and sliding a pants-covered thigh tortuously against Charlie's already swollen centre. Charlie threw her head back at the delicious contact, which gave Georgie perfect access to the creamy skin of her neck.
"God, keep going..." Charlie managed to gasp as her body shivered against the limb that was rubbing deliciously against her clit.
Keeping a steady rocking motion that was driving Charlie crazy, Georgie went to work on covering every inch of her superior's skin with her mouth, sucking and licking Charlie's neck and then continuing downwards to the small breasts that seemed to fit perfectly in her palms. She closed her mouth over a very responsive nipple and rolled her tongue around it, generating more gasps and moans from the Senior Constable who also arched her back, pushing her breast further into Georgie's mouth. The Constable obliged Charlie's eagerness by taking in as much of the breast as possible and sucking deeply, the flat of her tongue playing roughly with the hard bud.
Charlie began to rock her hips against Georgie's thigh, signalling her growing need and urging the officer down with hands on her shoulders. Georgie let herself be pushed to her knees, kissing and licking Charlie's hard stomach as she went down and wrapping her arms around Charlie's midriff. She caressed and squeezed the Senior Constable's ass as her mouth found the hot wetness between Charlie's thighs and sucked in the pulsating clit. As soon as she did, she felt Charlie's legs begin to tremble and made the executive decision to guide the superior's legs over her shoulders, making it less likely that she would fall before Georgie was done.
Smiling against the soft and velvety folds , Georgie resolved to take her time and tentatively darted her tongue out to taste each and every crease she could see and feel. Charlie's arousal soon coated her tongue as more and more was released and spread along Charlie's sex. The taste and scent was exhilarating; Charlie's musky femaleness was pleasantly tangy and from the first taste Georgie only wanted more. She repeatedly tickled and circled the still expanding clit, being rewarded with more arousal each time which she hurried to gather up and enjoy.
"Georgie...if you don't...m-make me come right now...you're f-fired!" Charlie wrenched out when she was once again on the brink of losing it only to have Georgie's tongue abandon her clit in favour of her gushing arousal. Her bodyy was covered ina fine sheen of sweat and she felt as if she would explode any minute. It wouldn't take much more than a soft puff of air to send her careening over the edge. Her body was coiled tighter than a spring and if she didn't get her release right now, there would be hell to pay.
Georgie chuckled softly, immensely thrilled to have Charlie at her mercy like this. The whole scene was so erotic that she was close to coming herself, and knew it wouldn't take much to get there. But right now, her every sense was focused on Charlie, and she decided to try something she knew to be quite effective when used properly.
She clamped her lips around the thick, trembling flesh of Charlie's clit, and then she took a very deep breath. When she let it loose, she hummed deep in her throat, producing something that was almost like a growl. The small vibrations that travelled from her voice-box to the tip of her tongue shook the clit between her lips and pushed Charlie over. The soft tremors were as effective as if Georgie had done it with excruciatingly slow licks, meaning the orgasm was intense and seemed to last a lifetime. Charlie started her descent by screaming Georgie's name at the ceiling, then ended with incoherent groans and moans as talking had become far too difficult about halfway through.
Finally she slumped down, her jelly-like legs falling from Georgie's shoulders and her body sliding down the lockers until she was straddling Georgie's lap. Georgie wrapped her arms around the now limp body and held her as she gathered her wits, unsure exactly what was going to happen next.
When Charlie began to stand, Georgie let her, and didn't move when the Superior stepped behind her without a word. Then, with all the authority of the woman in charge, Charlie made her demands.
"Constable Watson! On your feet, right now!" Georgie did as asked, standing and still facing the lockers, "Hands on the wall, now!" Again the young officer followed the order, feeling her body tingling pleasantly at this show of authority.
Charlie came up behind her and slid a hand around her side, stopping to undo the button on Georgie's pants and pulling the zip down immediately after. She slowly inched her hand down and beneath the crisp white underwear, already feeling the heat that awaited her. She pressed her lips to Georgie's ear.
"Now spread 'em..." she whispered.