Thanks everyone for the reviews! Here's another short piece for you, that might eventually be a two-shot if I feel so inclined. Enjoy!
"Oh for the love of god," she sighs when she enters her room, and sees that not only is he nowhere near being ready to go, but he's sitting there on the bed stark naked and happy as a clam. "I told you I have to leave in ten minutes."
"Have you ever heard of a quickie, Lieutenant?" he chirps, smile wider and more roguish than she's seen it in days.
"Even you can't be that quick," she scoffs, pulling her hair out of the hair tie and letting it fall about her shoulders.
"A very quick one now and a very slow one later," he promises, his accent almost too damn charming to resist.
She hums low in her throat, laughing as she picks through her underwear drawer. "Do you mean 'slow' or 'tortuous'?"
"You're a lucky woman to have a lover like me," he boasts. "Most men don't last longer than one of my quickies, and that's when they're being slow."
"Don't be smug, Filip, it doesn't suit you." Ally pulls up a pair of simple black panties and finds his eyes following up the long line of her legs. "And don't look at me like that."
"Like what?" He quirks an eyebrow.
She makes a face. "Like you want to eat me alive."
"And what if I do?" he asks, rising to his knees and crouching at the end of the bed to slide a firm hand up the back of her thigh.
Ally looks back over her shoulder. "I have to leave in ten minutes."
She feels his lips just above the back of her knee and she is torn between leaning into the warmth and squirming away, one eye on the clock in her peripheral. His beard is rough and it tickles, making her give a pleased shudder that doesn't go unnoticed.
"How quick can you be?" she whispers, and that's all the invitation he needs.
He reaches up and grabs her by the hips, pulling him down beside her on the bed and kissing her quickly while smoothing a sure hand down her stomach to part her legs.
"You're awful riled up for someone who has to leave in ten minutes," he teases, cupping her and delighting in the slick wetness he already finds there.
"Well it's not my fault you're so damn handsome," she sighs, perfectly happy that she's been found out.
"That I am," he says, teasing her clit ever so slightly over her panties, just enough to make her back arch from the bed. "Handsome enough to go with you?"
"Filip," she growls, her hips bucking into his hand. "We've been over this. It's the state sheriff's dinner. If I show up with you I might as well turn in my two weeks tomorrow."
"So do it," he practically purrs, sliding her panties down her legs. "Do it and we'll run away and go live in the desert."
Ally laughs, a full-throated, genuine laugh as he picks her up and moves her further up the bed so her head rests on her pillow. "You really can't say things like that."
"Why not?" he asks, hunkering down onto his elbows and laying flush against her.
"Because I just might take you up on it," she admits in a rare moment of completely unguarded sweetness.
"We can build a shack at the bottom of the Grand Canyon and fish in the river," he says, his eyes sparkling as he strokes his hand up and down her side absently, occasionally palming across her hips and making her shiver.
She smiles sadly. "Filip, we can't do that."
"Oh really?" He rolls to lay beside her, still gently tracing patterns on her hipbone.
"We have lives here, jobs. Your club is here. You couldn't leave them."
He sighs, nods. "You're right. But sometimes I think maybe I could."
She stares up at nothing, the setting sun casting shadows that make faces in the popcorn ceiling. It's all so fragile, this balance that they have. She is just enough for him and he is just enough for her but when they try to make it more it just becomes something sad and she doesn't want to be sad today.
"What happened to that quickie, Prez?" she jokes after a moment, giving his arm a squeeze.
"Thought you had to leave," Chibs says, a smile spreading across his face slowly.
"You can't just rile me up like that and then leave me high and dry," she pouts.
"You do it to me all the time," he says, even as he rolls back on top of her.
Ally scoffs. "Name one time I've done that."
"No more talking," he orders, and then suddenly he is inside her.
She gasps and reaches for a fistful of sheets beside her, equally annoyed and turned on at how sly he can be sometimes. He moves with a slowness that drives her mad and makes her whimper in frustration.
"I thought you said this was going to be a quickie," she huffs.
"And I thought you'd like a nice gentleman to go with you to dinner."
"You're no gentleman, Telford," she hums, letting her eyes fall shut, lulled by his slow, steady rhythm.
"Is that what you want?" he asks, voice sickly sweet in her ear, making her drive her hips up into his. "A gentleman?"
"You know it's not."
"And what do you want, Althea?"
"You. An outlaw." She swipes a hand across his cheek. "A good man."
He chuckles sadly, paraphrasing her earlier words. "Don't go saying things like that, sweetheart."
"Why not?"
"Because you just might make me fall in love with you."
"Would that be so bad?" Her voice is small.
He buries his face in the crook of her neck and speaks softly, "I've tried to think it wouldn't be, but it would. It would tear us apart and you know it."
"It would be the death of me, I'm sure," she says, trying to sound nonchalant, but instead it comes off as breathy and sad.
"Althea-"
Her phone buzzes on the bedside table and she lets out a frustrated groan, extricating herself from his hold to answer it.
"Yeah?"
"Come here," he says quietly, and she lets him lead her off the bed to standing, only half paying attention.
The familiar voice of Harris, her old deputy, chirps through the phone and she responds, "No, I'm on my way. Got started a little late. It'll be nice to see you!"
Stop it, she mouths over her shoulder to Chibs. He won't stop touching her hips, leading her slowly from behind to the far wall of her bedroom. He responds only with a devilish smile and she pretends to hear what Harris said.
"Yeah, should take me about two hours," she says into the phone.
Filip moves her unoccupied arm up, bringing it flush with the wall, and gently pushes her head down, letting it hang.
"Don't you dare," she whispers, moving the phone away from her mouth.
"Too late, love," he whispers back, pulling her hips toward him so that she is almost bent at a ninety-degree angle. And then, before she can even process what's happening, he reaches down, teasing his fingers along her wetness.
"No, I haven't-seen him in a while," Ally says, her breath catching in surprise. She moves to cradle the phone between her ear and her shoulder so she can look back at him and shoot daggers with her eyes. He doesn't break eye contact as he slips a finger inside her, moving quicker than before and pressing up into that spot he knows she likes.
"Ah!-" She swats her hand at him, but he only increases his pace. When she speaks into the phone her voice is measured and careful, afraid that if she opens her mouth too much a moan will come out. "Hey, Harris, can I-"
Suddenly Chibs reaches forward with his free hand and takes the phone from her, moving it to his own ear.
"Filip-" she warns.
"Your girl's a bit busy right now. She'll talk to you soon, laddie." He tosses the phone to the side, letting it bounce on her mattress.
"Was that necessary?" She is finally able to stretch into his touching, to lean backwards in the way he's stroking her so sweetly.
"It's always necessary to touch you like this, darlin'," he says with a proud grin, laying a slap along her ass that has her arching her back like a housecat stretching after a nap. "So you're on your way, huh?" he asks, leaning his chest flush along her back and smoothing a hand up her stomach to cover one of her breasts.
"On my way to something," she teases.
He presses hot kisses along her shoulder, his hand moving up further to hold her neck and feel her pulse point thrumming beneath his palm.
"And what would that be?" Filip asks, voice so very gentle in her ear.
"Just love me like I want you to," she says firmly, softly, simply.
And she knows she's said the word, the taboo term they've felt but been so careful not to use, but she doesn't care. So she takes his hands and guides them to her hips, and she straightens her back and steps to the wall, pressing herself flush up against it, and she says again, "Love me like I want you to."
And she is beautiful and impossible to love, but he does anyway, in scary, earth-shattering ways that makes him worry he's lost his mind completely. So he presses up to her and takes her against the wall, and she wraps her legs around him and holds on like he's all she has, and maybe he is.