Hey! My second story! And my first in ages! Sorry for the delay, I've been so busy with work and school and whatnot that I haven't really had the time. Aaanyways…
Teresa Lisbon had a headache. Not the kind of headache you get from working too hard, or from drinking too much. No, it was a distinctive headache, one she knew all too well, the kind you get from too much of the lightning flashes and the earthquakes of bullets; which shattered the walls around her mind. It was a headache of shell casing, littering the floors, of blood, spattered and caked on the walls like some sick modern art piece. A headache of slaughterhouses; butchering people, not animals. But perhaps that's what we are, just animals. So it's ok to kill indiscriminately? No. Then what are we? I don't know I don't know I don't know. So does it matter then? Shut up. With effort, Lisbon brought herself out of her internal musings, and with greater effort, brought her attention to the paperwork sitting – almost lounging arrogantly (knowing the power it had over her) – on her desk. Reports to check and sign off on, cases to file, costs to calculate, budgets to watch, and proposals to write. Every day, she felt less and less like a cop, as she veered dangerously close to becoming a glorified secretary. Her passion, her career, it was slipping away and it seemed like there was nothing she could do to stop it. But she could always console herself thinking of all the good work she and the team did; catching bad guys, saving lives, all that regular cop stuff, but did any of it really make up for all the crap she had to put up with? She was just about to lose herself again when Jane strode into her office, interrupting her unhappy reverie.
"Good morning Lisbon, you're looking more somber and disgruntled than usual. What's the occasion?" he said, giving his usual Cheshire cat grin.
"There's nothing going on here today Jane, you might as well go home."
"You know me Lisbon; I'd never miss a busy day at the office."
"Sleeping on your couch doesn't exactly count as a busy day."
"I resent that, you know I'm a hard-working member of this team."
"Go sleep on your couch Jane, I have work to do."
"Fi-ine. Suit yourself dearest Lisbon, I'll leave you to your little daydream."
"I was not-"
But Jane placed a well-manicured finger to his lips, and without a word, left Lisbon's office, closing the door smartly behind him. Lisbon sighed softly, and once again turned her attention to the paperwork on her desk. But after five minutes, she found herself slipping once again into her thoughts and fantasies. But this was different; this was a daydream of a special kind, one lingering on the fringes of her mind, on the edge of the map, one that she couldn't quite understand, that had been nagging at her for some time… Van Pelt was sitting on the desk across the room, her legs crossed seductively, and a short skit revealing how shapely and toned those legs were. A nice change from her usual drab clothes. She's pretty. She smiled coyly at Lisbon, beckoning her closer. Lisbon rose from her chair, and crossed the few metres to the other side of the room in what seemed like an eternity, to where Van Pelt was sitting. In an instant Van Pelt was upon her, wrapping her slender legs around Lisbon's ass, pulling her closer until they were grinding up against each other. I want you so fucking bad. Van Pelt let out a soft moan, arching her back and pushing her pelvis closer against the other woman's. Lisbon's breath hitched in her throat as she felt Van Pelt rubbing up against her. The synapses in her brain were engaged in rapid fire as she struggled to think clearly; her thoughts clouded by one over-riding image: Van Pelt wrapped around her.
What the hell am I doing? No, what am I thinking? This is Van Pelt for Christ's sake, I work with her! Why am I thinking about her this way? I don't like women, not in that way, and Van Pelt is a co-worker. But she is pretty. Sexy. Yeah, very sexy. No, I've gotta stop thinking these weird thoughts. I'm not gay. I like dick.
Lisbon brought her hand to the other woman's face, stroking her lips pensively, marveling at her beauty; her soft, flawless skin, her haunting eyes, and her body; every inch of it a perfect sculpture. Van Pelt opened her mouth and brought Lisbon's finger inside her mouth, rubbing her tongue against her boss's digit. Lisbon smiled slightly and licked her lips. Van Pelt smiled back, her eyes dancing with mischief. She began to suck Lisbon's finger, and drew her other fingers inside her mouth, moaning whorishly as she did so. Lisbon gasped, her cheeks reddening. "Teresa?" said Van Pelt, in an uncharacteristically sexy tone, "you're not embarrassed, are you?" Lisbon looked down, shaking her head. 'N-no, it's just-". Van Pelt silenced Lisbon with a deep kiss, her tongue meeting no resistance as it writhed around in her superior's mouth. Lisbon drew Van Pelt closer; she could feel her nipples, hard as diamonds under her flimsy blouse, as they pressed against her own. She longed to touch Van Pelt, to caress those breasts she had fantasized about. She had lusted after Van Pelt, wanted her so bad. She knew this was only a fantasy, but it felt so real. She rubbed Van Pelt's soft thigh, and pushed her skirt up, exposing her dark panties beneath…
"Hey boss?" whispered Van Pelt sexily in her ear, nibbling at her lobe.
"Don't call me that," she whispered back, enjoying the sensation.
"Hey boss!" yelled Cho, knocking sharply on her door.
"Hey boss?" Cho was starting to sound irritated now, and impatient.
"What? Yeah, come in," said Lisbon, and equally irritated to be interrupted in the middle of the daydream.
"Boss, we got a call out from some hick town near Fresno. Triple homicide. Pretty ugly from the sound of things."
"Right, get the team together and brief them. I'll make arrangements."
"Already done boss, come on, let's go."