Love Hurts

Disclaimer: This is done strictly for fun and not for profit, although tips are greatly appreciated.

Author's Note: Thanks to my friends in the fandom, especially my muse Brook, and my writing sisters Janet, and Shawne, it is only a matter of time before our family begins to grow. Love you guys! This one is for you, and by the way, special thanks to Janet for letting me write this one and naming it for me.

Chapter One

Starsky woke feeling her hot breath against the skin on his back. Blinking the drowsiness away, he carefully rolled back, feeling her body beneath him, and shifting his hips over, trying to avoid squishing her. She stirred as she unconsciously moved away from his invading body. Looking at her, her eyes still closed, her pouting lips relaxed and comfortably sealed as she raised her hand to her face, brushing her light colored hair out of her face. Starsky smiled, he had not felt this content in a very long time, he rolled to his side, facing her as her head let itself get lost in the pillow it rested on.

Propping himself up on his elbow, he watched as she slept, wondering what she was dreaming of, and if she was happy, as happy as he was this morning, waking up to a woman he cared about deeply, sleeping beside him, sharing his life, his body, his bed.

Rubbing his bottom lip with his thumb, he thought about his next move, reaching over with his right hand, he gently pushed her hair away from her cheek as he pondered bigger things.

He felt a familiar ache start in his groin, as the blood started to flow. Everything about this woman excited him, her mind, her soul, her body. Using the back of his fingers he caressed her cheek, purposely pressing hard enough to try and elicit a response from her. He looked at the clock, 6 AM, he needed to pick Hutch up by 7:30, he knew the clock was ticking.

Her head lobbed to the side as she let out a sexy moan, her back arching slightly as she stretched, her arms extending upward beside her face and then above her head. Starsky pulled back, watching her waking form.

First her eyes blinked slowly, fluttering, trying to bring herself back to consciousness, her head falling to the right, facing the handsome dark haired man lying next to her, smiling a crooked smile as he felt his face flush. Something deep inside of him was stirring, waking up as he felt his organ begin to react.

She looked into his eyes, a smiling washing across her face as his came into focus. Starsky leaned forward slowly, gently touching his lips against hers, welcoming her back to the here and now, back to reality, back to his touch, his love.

Keeping his face next to hers he whispered, "Mornin' beautiful." And she was, light golden hair, and large crystal blue eyes.

"Morning," she whispered back as she lifted her head to gently kiss his lips.

Starsky's face pressed harder against hers, forcing her back against the pillow, his mouth claiming hers as his tongue demanded entrance into her hot, wet mouth. Both tongues fought for control as the brunet's right hand caressed her bare shoulder.

They broke their kiss as Starsky pulled himself away, wanting to drink in her vision.

"Wanna play a game?" she asked coyly.

"What kind of game you got in mind?" Starsky retorted playfully.

"Truth or dare." She blurted out. "You first, pick one, Truth or dare."

Starsky's eyes opened wide as he felt her hand move bellow the sheets and grab his swelling member. He pondered the dare portion of the question and at this second it worried him in a humorous manner.

He met Alexandra four months ago, they dated a few times in the first couple of months, but they had become increasingly close over the past 8 weeks, the majority of the time she stayed at his place, or he had crashed at hers. They had both taken the liberty of leaving a few things at each others place just for convenience. Neither of them were ready to move in together, but they both were rarely apart.

Starsky felt her hand moving slowly up and down his shaft, it's full length as he felt it respond rapidly standing at full attention. He dipped his head, his mouth claiming hers hungrily, their tongues fighting for control, he pulled back, breathing heavily as his husky voice gasped.

"Truth," he whispered kissing her tenderly on the tip of her nose.

She let go of his shaft, allowing her fingers to taunting and teasingly make their way up his chest, feeling his skin flutter and react to her touch until both of her hands were on his chest. She pushed him back gently, rolling him to his back as she rose up on her elbow, hovering over him. Smiling, she took the tip of her finger, drawing imaginary circles around both of his nipples in a figure eight, her eyes batting their dark long lashes at him coyly as she bit he bottom lip.

"Truth it is," she giggled, dipping her head and placing small seductive kisses on his neck, her tongue teasing the skins surface before nipping gently with her teeth.

Starsky sucked in air through his teeth as he felt every part of his body responding to her ministrations.

"You keep 'dat up and I gotta warn ya', I may not give you a chance to ask your question." He panted, swallowing hard, trying to control his purely animalistic urges to push her back on the bed and take her quickly.

She pulled away, looking deeply into his eyes, her smile lighting up her face as she stared at him, "I wanna know what is the worst thing you've ever done?." She asked, watching his face light up.

"Me? What's the worst thing I've ever done?" He echoed her words.

"I mean, in your career as a cop, I wanna know what is the one thing you are least proud of, or the one thing you think you shoulda done different?" Alex teased the brunet.

"That's two questions." Starsky retorted quickly.

"Okay, okay…let me rephrase that, what is the one thing that you have done in your career, that you think is the worst?" She laid her head on his chest, her face nestling against his skin, the wiry hairs of his chest tickling her chin.

Starsky paused briefly, thinking back, sighing heavily as he pondered his answer. A part of him thought twice about what he was about to say, but before his brain had a chance to stop the words from flowing, he was already in mid-sentence.

"About a year ago, Hutch was kidnapped by this sicko, Ben Forrest." Alex could hear how heavy Starsky's emotions were in his tone of voice, she played with the hairs on his chest with her fingers and he spoke, never stopping or interrupting him as he relived his turmoil. "By the time I got to him, he was so hooked on horse, all I could do was lock him in a room and watch him fight as the cravings for that shit nearly ate him alive. If I'd a let him, he woulda left that room and hit the streets, lookin' for more." Starsky's left arm was wrapped around Alex, not even realizing as he pulled her closer to him, his right hand reached for his face, his thumb resting against his temple, "…but I didn't let him, I sat there with him for damn near two days while he shook, and puked his brains out."

"What's so bad about that?" Alex's voice was soft and melodic.

"Aside from Dobey, I never told no one," Starsky said quietly. "Never told anyone else in the Department neither. I left I out of my report, and made Dobey swear not to say nuttin. He coulda lost his job helpin' me cover it up. "

"Why'd you do that?" Alex scooted her body closer to her lovers, her long leg draping his legs.

"Hutch was goin' through so much crap, and I knew that only I could help him, if the department found out he was an addict, they woulda suspended him, made him go through rehab an' counselin', I knew he couldn't handle all that right then, that just woulda pushed 'im over the edge. No one knows Hutch like I do, and he and I battled that shit together, just like we do everythin'." Starsky concluded, his heart heavy yet relieved at the same time.

"Everything?" Alex teased her man as she started to kiss on his neck again, her hand traveling down his chest, over his stomach, grabbing the prize that waited for her between his legs.

"Well not everything." The charismatic brunet answered as he wrapped his arms around her slim form.

Starsky inhaled deeply at her touch as she moved herself up, straddling him, kissing him intensely while her hand continued to play with his throbbing organ. Starsky lost himself in her touch, her scent, her body as the two danced to music that only they could hear.

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Alex pulled her tight powder blue top over her head, shoving her arms through the sleeves and pulling it down over her torso as she wiggled her body to fit it. Her jeans were on but unfastened, hanging loosely at her hips.

Starsky came out of the bathroom, a tan towel wrapped snugly around his hips, and another matching one that he held in his hands, occasionally scrubbing his riotous but wet curls atop his head. He stopped in his tracks, drinking in the vision that was her, as he watched her dress, tucking in her shirt and fastening up her dark blue jeans,

Alex turned and sat on the bed, bending over and grabbing her tan leather boots with tall spiked heels, pulling them onto her feet and tucking her jeans inside them, zipping them up. Starsky never thought that the mere vision of a woman getting dressed would excite him as much as one that is getting undressed. There was something about this woman he couldn't explain, her every movement, her smile, her laugh, even her shoes enticed him. He got that feeling deep in the pit of his stomach, the tickling way down inside causing a smile to spread across his face as he slowly walked towards her his heart beating faster, just in anticipation of touching her again.

She sat on the bed, looking up at him, watching as he bent down and kissed her tenderly.

As soon as he pulled back, Alex continued putting on her other boot, then sitting up, flipping her hair back out of her face.

"So what about lunch, want to get together?" She asked her boyfriend, fully expecting him to jump at the offer.

"Can't today schweetheart. Hutch and I are meeting someone at Huggy's for lunch. Hopefully we're gonna get the break we need to crack our case wide open."

"You can't even find 30 minutes for me today?" She pouted jokingly.

"Ah babe…" Starsky took off his towel, standing there naked as he pulled on his overly tight blue jeans, hopping as he pulled them up and over his round ass, "You know I'd love nothing more then to spend lunch with cha, but Hutch an' me really need this lead." He explained, pulling out a royal blue mid sleeve T-shirt and tugging it over his head and over his torso. He saw the woman that he cared deeply about, sitting on his bed, looking at him pouting.

Immediately he advanced towards her, cupping her cheek in his hand and gently pulling on her, standing her up and taking her into his arms, and into a strong embrace.

"Besides, if I met you for lunch," he leaned in, kissing the tip of her nose, "I'd never go back ta' work."

Alex stood on her tip toes, kissing his mouth with hers, Starsky lost himself in the feel and the taste of her lips. Slowly she pulled back and looked at him. "An' what would be so bad about that?" She teased him, flashing him a broad smile as she batted her dark eyelashes at him playfully.

"Never said it would be bad, just stating the obvious," Starsky let out a snort of laughter as he turned with her and walked her out of the room, to the living room.

There was a knock at the door as it opened and Starsky's tall blond partner passed through the doorway and into the modest apartment. He was getting used to finding Alex there, and actually, he began looking forward to her presence, it made his partner happy to have her near him. Hutch smiled at Alex, walking past her and into the kitchen.

"You still hanging around with this loser?" Hutch joked as he opened the refrigerator door, bent at his waist and peeked inside, looking for juice, but instead finding to bottles of pop, and a six pack of beer. His partner's eating and diet habits never ceased to amaze the Nordic.

"He hasn't been able to get rid of me yet," Alex joked with her lover's partner. "But then again, he hasn't tried very hard."

"Well it's good to see you, you sure are a lot better looking then he is." Hutch concluded, closing the door to the fridge, and looked at Starsky who was sitting at the dining room table, pulling on his worn blue Adidas shoes and tying the laces quickly. "You almost ready, I don't want to be late, last thing I want is to start the day with Dobey breathing down our necks."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…m'ready." Starsky mumbled, jumping up and darting over to the couch where Alex sat, perched on the arm. He leaned slightly and kissed heron the cheek, "you can let y'self out, I gotta run, I'll call ya tonight." Starsky spoke softly and with a certain air in his tone, showing deep affection.

"Sure, I can see myself out, I know where the key is." Alex answered, standing and placing her hand on the brunet's chest, "You sure you can't spare 30 minutes for lunch?" She teased him, swaying her shoulders back and forth, batting her eyes as she looked up at him.

Starsky sucked in a deep breath through his teeth, sighing heavily, "Don't do that to me babe, you know I'd rather be with you then Blondie over there…"

Alex rose up on her tip toes, planting a deep and passionate kiss on her boyfriend's lips, Starsky leaning into her, kissing her back with everything he had until she finally pulled away.

"Well, while your having your lunch meeting, make sure you're thinkin' 'bout me." She taunted him as she walked away and disappeared into the bedroom.

Starsky watched her until she disappeared, tantalized by her every move, he then looked up at his partner, noticing the smile that was broad across his partner's face.

"What's so funny?" Starsky asked as he grabbed his jacket off of the coat stand by the door and jerked the portal open, holding it for his partner as he waved his hand in the air. "After you." He offered politely as Hutch snickered and walked past his partner out the door, not saying a word, his curly haired partner taking one last look towards his bedroom and then followed him outside.

To Be Continued…