Eliza Brandt had been working with Brian Gamble for the last three years, and his charming smile, sad eyes, and smooth voice made her knees weak. And it had been a year since Officer Beaumont had requested a transfer to a new precinct leaving not just their precinct , but also Brian behind.
Brian was kind, a bit of a bad boy, and a little unorthodox and high strung she'd admit. But he had this kindness to him that never seemed to match the way he presented himself to the S.W.A.T. memebers. He would cook "food" whenever he felt like it. She took him up on a breakfast offer once. That was a horrible mistake, he was a great shot, but a horrendous cook. And what ever he made was almost inedable. He knew it but would still catch whoever was gullable enough to try what he made.
They had made Capt. Fuller's shit list, and in turn had to move everything in the "cage" to another room for remodeling. Brian wasn't pleased with the aspect of moving dozens of weapons of various heights, and weights, and making sure everything was accounted for with no A.C. that was working. It was going to be either hell or heaven.
Things started off easy, starting from that back and wheeling boxes down the corredor, to a room at the end of the hall. The sounds of foot falls and ringing phones faded as night descended upon the city. Leaving them virtually alone.
"Can we take a break Brian?" Eliza's voice was hushed like she was afraid to break the silence of the large "cage".
"Sure. We've been at this long enough." they had both worked up a sweat by this point, and had removed their uniform shirts. Brian's white under shirt clung to his chest and stomach in a way that made Eliza bite her lip. His tattoo adding just a the right ammount of bad boy for her. He took a seat on the edge of an old desk, and patted the spot beside him for her to join him. Taking a long swig from his water bottle.
"You know, I didn't think you would make it this far. The first day you came in dressed like a hooker, I thought This chick will never make it here. It's ike sending a rabbit to the wolves. But you pulled through Liz. You're a good cop."
"Thanks Brian,"she took the seat next to him, delibratly allowing her thigh to touch his seeing if he would move away. He didn't. And her next sentence rushed through her lips before her brain could even catch up to her tounge.
"I have always had the biggest crush on you." Only it came out rushed and jumbled like, Ihavealwayshadthebiggestcrus honyou. Her cheeks turned red as she closed her eyes and turned her face away from him as she mentally kicked herself.
"What? Why are you saying this now?"
Here goes nothing...
"I was happy when Fuller put us down here together, on a double with no one around. I sorta had every intention of making a move on you. But now I just feel like an idiot so just forget that this conversation ever happened." Silence," Oh God, Brian please say someth-." Her sentence was cut off as he pressed his lips to hers in a hard kiss.
He had caught her off guard, and she instinctivly pulled away, leaning to far to the side. Brian's fast reflexs prevented her from falling off the desk and he pulled her closer to him. Her confusion was written on her face as she looked into his decptivly sad eyes, a playful smirk gracing his perfect lips.
"Liz, I'm not going to hurt you. You said you planned on making a mov-"
She kissed him this time. Cutting his sentence short with a soft kiss. She could feel him smile into the kiss. His tounge pressed gently against her bottom lip and she parted her lips, using her tounge to invite his into the warmth of her mouth. He had tangeled one hand into her red hair, creating a delicous pressure on her scalp, as his other hand slid up her leg tugging her shirt free of her pants.
Breaking their kiss and his hold in her hair, he stood. Holding her freed shirt at the waist gauging her response. She didn't move his hands or try to stop him, just looked at him with her doe eyes, and biting her lip. Eliza placed her hands over his, moving his hands under her shirt and over the soft skin of her stomach.
"Touch me Brian." She whispered into his ear, as she opened her legs, and pulled him closer to her. His course hands ran over her stomach and around to her back, lifting her shirt as she slid his hands higher.
