Two firm, quiet knocks on the door alerted Alison that someone had arrived. She checked her watch and it told her that it was only six-thirty. She wondered who it could be, considering she'd told the others to come around seven-thirty. She grabbed her gun and walked cautiously to the door, her heart pounding and her palms clammy. She gripped the doorknob and yanked it open, instantly pointing the gun at the woman's chest.
"So, can ya guess why I came early?" Beth asked, giving her a confident smile as if Alison never even had a gun in her hand. Her arms were out as if waiting for a hug.
"Beth—you scared me," Alison gasped. She instantly lowered the gun and let out a sigh of relief.
"You look hot with that gun," Beth told her stepping inside and closing the door behind her. Her hands went instinctively to her own gun, as she'd just got off from work. Alison rolled her eyes and sighed again. She took a modest sip of her champagne and looked over at Beth, who'd begun to speak again. "Look, I'm sorry for scaring you. I should've called first. Sorry."
"Are you?" Alison asked, approaching Beth slowly. She took her hair down from its ponytail and slipped the elastic onto her own wrist as she narrowed the distance between her and the cop. She knew exactly why Beth had come early and she set the gun down on the table. She looped her fingers into Beth's belt loops on her pants and pulled her in until their hips touched. Beth smirked at Alison before resting her arms on the suburban woman's shoulders. Alison smiled a taunting smile and whispered, "Show me."
Alison kissed Beth slowly and Beth felt Alison's hands wander down to her waist. She could feel Alison picking at something and before she could react, Alison had liberated her cuffs from their case. Beth smirked at the sight of the cuffs dangling from Alison's index finger before kissing the soccer mom once more. Alison, after gently pulling away, took Beth by the hand and led her to a chair. She roughly forced her to sit down and she bit her lip as she fastened Beth down with the cuffs.
"I'll just set this over here," Alison purred, placing the key to the cuffs out of Beth's reach. Beth looked down at her keyring and sure enough, that key definitely belonged to her and Alison had managed to snatch it up without her realizing.
"You're dangerous, Ali," Beth chuckled, eying her hungrily from head to toe. Alison said nothing and went straight to kissing Beth along her jawline. The cop shuddered as Alison made her way down her neck to her collarbone. Beth wanted so badly to touch her, but she couldn't due to the cuffs. She cried out in frustration and Alison laughed softly in response.
"Mm, you're cuffed, detective," she breathed into Beth's ear. "How does that feel?"
Alison's hand cupped Beth's breast through her shirt and the cop's breath caught in her throat and she swallowed hard as Alison began kissing her collarbone again, finding that sweet spot.
"Oh shit..." Beth moaned quietly as Alison's kisses moved down to her chest. The suburban woman kneeled and her moved from the cop's breast to her thigh as her other hand began to lift up her shirt, sliding its way up her torso. Beth's head rolled back as her breathing became hitched.
"Shhh..." Alison chided softly. Beth stomped a foot as her hips rolled.
"God, Ali..." she whispered desperately through gritted teeth as she threw her head back before bringing it back forward. "Kiss me."
Alison moved back up so that their faces were exactly across from one another's and went in for a deep kiss before kneeling back down. She used both of her hands to unsnap the detective'a pants and unzip her fly. Beth could feel her warm breath on her pelvis and grew more and more frantic the longer she took.
"Ali..." she begged.
"Shhh," Alison repeated herself. She stood up and put a leg over Beth's lap so she stood above her, straddling her. Beth's hips rocked upward in anticipation. Alison hung her arms around Beth's neck and kissed her slowly and deeply, moving only so that she could run her hands though the cop's long, silky hair. Beth broke the kiss gently and looked up into Alison's intense brown eyes.
"Ali, please..." Beth groaned softly. She rattled the cuffs, but they did not release her. She knew they wouldn't but she was desperate.
"Please what?" Alison asked, raising an eyebrow. The detective rarely ever begged and hearing her and seeing her like this was an entirely new experience to her. Beth leaned in for another kiss, but Alison purposely avoided it. "What, Beth? Please what?"
Beth stared at her lustfully and bit her lip as she let her eyes linger on every inch of Alison as the woman slowly sat on her lap.
"I want you to say it," Alison demanded, grabbing Beth's hair.
"Please..." Beth begged in an airy voice. "Fuck me."
Hearing her say those words sent chills down Alison's spine and she smirked at the aroused detective.
"How?" Alison pressed, stalling. "How do you want me to do it?"
Beth emitted another guttural moan as Alison held her chin and jaw between her thumb and her index finger.
"Hard, Ali..." Beth murmured. "I want you to fuck me hard."
Those words sent Alison to her breaking point and so she delved her hand into Beth's pants and the contact with the cop's wet underwear only excited the suburban woman more. She bit her lip and gazed into Beth's eyes.
"How sorry are you, Beth?" Alison asked her in a husky voice. Her finger pressed against Beth's center and Beth tensed up immediately at her touch and inhaled sharply.
"I am so sorry..." Beth moaned into her, leaning forward for a kiss. Alison complied and slipped her tongue past Beth's lips again as she pushed her finger deep into Beth. The detective moaned softly, savoring the sensation of the suburban woman's finger.
Five knocks in rapid succession resulted in Alison quickly withdrawing her tongue from Beth's mouth and standing up, lifting herself off Beth and sliding her finger out. The cop sighed, completely confused as to why Alison had stopped.
"Beth, someone's here," Alison notified her. Beth's thoughts cleared up. Had she really not heard someone at the door? She straightened her posture and went to move, but quickly remembered that she couldn't—the cuffs. Alison rushed toward the door, but Beth stopped her.
"Alison!" she hissed. As she rattled the cuffs. "The cuffs! You need to uncuff me!"
At this point, Beth's dignity did not cross her mind first, but Alison's safety. She didn't know who stood on the other side of the door and Clone Club started at seven-thirty. She wanted to be free and ready to draw her own weapon just in case.
"Oh right!" Alison agreed, slapping herself on the forehead and rushing over to Beth. She zipped up her pants and snapped them before she took the key and jammed it into the cuffs and turned it, but the cuffs didn't budge. "Um, Beth..."
"Shit!" Beth quietly cursed. She stomped a foot again. "Shit, shit, shit, Ali!"
"Beth, what do I do?"
Five more knocks, uniformly spaced—just like before. Alison panicked and Beth wanted to melt into the floor.
"Uncuff me, that's what!" Beth snapped. Alison frantically tried again, but to no avail.
"Beth, it's not working."
"Alison—"
"Alison?" a muffled American-accented voice called through the door. "You in there?"
"Fuck!" Beth spat, now worried about her dignity and making sure to keep silent. She balled her hands into fists behind her back and sighed in resignation. "Just fucking answer the door, Ali."
"With you like this? No way!" Alison shook her head, still struggling with the cuffs.
"She'll think something's wrong," Beth countered, sighing again in exasperation.
"Something is wrong!" Alison hissed in reply before nodding once and sighing too as she dropped the key into Beth's hand as if that would help. The angle at which Beth's hands were positioned did nothing to give the detective an advantage. Alison reluctantly walked to the door and grabbed a tissue before opening it and immediately stepping outside before the visitor could come in.
"Hello, Cosima. How're you?" Alison asked, her words spilling out of her mouth as she almost tumbled out the door and into Cosima. She caught herself by the doorway and wiped at her wet finger as she spoke.
"Good—" Cosima began to answer, not paying much mind to the tissue.
"How's school? University treating you well?" Alison asked, using her other hand cradling the side of her own face for comfort once she'd finished drying her finger.
"Yeah—you look—what's up?" Cosima commented, uninterested in having that conversation with the clone. "Are you okay?"
"No," Alison answered too quickly before letting the PhD student's question sink in. "I mean, how's um... Um... That- that class you take, what's it called..."
"Evo-Devo?" Cosima asked, adjusting her glasses. "It's great! I've been processing our samples—you know, the hair and blood samples—and I'm thinking there's a whole lot more to us than just DNA..."
Cosima rambled on and on while gesturing like there was no tomorrow and Alison nodded and said a few 'Mm-hm's and acted interested. She was glad to have found something to at least stall the occurrence of the impending awkward situation.
"But I'd need to run a few trials before I can confirm that," Cosima finished, almost out of breath. Had she even taken in one since she started talking? Alison nodded, despite having no idea what the dreadlocked scientist was on about. "Alison?"
The suburban woman realized she hadn't stopped nodding so she ceased abruptly and crossed her arms. She was out of conversational insertions and her nerves were beyond shot at this point.
"Were you even listening to a word I said?"
"Sure," Alison told her. "Something about more to us than just DNA and needing more trials before confirmation."
Cosima tilted her head and shot her a look.
"You're just parroting back to me the pieces of the conversation you remember," Cosima countered, her hands on her hips. Alison was caught; the girl was right. "Can I come in now?"
Alison sighed shakily before nodding. However, she didn't move to let Cosima in and Cosima raised an eyebrow at her.
"Alison, I'm going to ask you again. Are you okay?"
"Yeah! Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" Alison asked, still not budging. The suburban woman heard a quiet "Goddammit," from the cop inside and dug her nails into the palms of her hands.
"Alison, just let me in," Cosima demanded, still waiting for Alison to move. Alison's wide eyes flicked to her as she heard an even quieter "Fuck," from the cop.
"Okay," she breathed, the word coming out tersely. The jig was up. There was no way she and Beth were getting out of this. She pushed the door open wider and stepped to the side, covering her eyes as Cosima walked past her. She waited for a reaction, but none came.
"Oh. Hey, Beth," Cosima waved with a smile and plopped herself down on the couch. Alison peeked through her fingers and saw that Beth had...
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IF YOU WANT TO SEE A LITTLE EMBARRASSMENT FOR SOCCERCOP, SEE CH. 3
IF YOU DECIDED THEY'VE HAD ENOUGH, SEE CH. 2
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