I know, it's late, but hey, at least you're getting an update. Also, thank you to japrilshowers on Tumblr who came up with a certain line in this chapter... you know what you did :p Enjoy!
"Where the hell were you?"
April runs a hand through her hair and rolls her eyes, "I was home."
"Whose home?" Lexie pries, tilting a pen back and forth between her fingers and spinning in her chair.
"None on your business."
The brunette laughs, "Oh, come on, Kepner. You can only play the virgin card for so long when you start dating our hot-as-fuck coroner. Oh my gosh, did you do it?" She adds curiously when she spots the grin on her partner's face.
April licks her lips and groans, "Ah, no! Do you have to be so freaking-"
Lexie smirks and stands up, walking over to her desk, "Yes! Because if I don't help you get laid then who's going to?" She shrugs, "Besides, I'm guessing I interrupted whatever it was the two of you were doing, so I'm sorry, and I will trade shifts with you tomorrow so you can go back to his place and get some."
The redhead nods, "Well, thank you. And... yeah, you kind of interrupted something." April throws her coat down on her seat and raises a brow, "So, what did you call for?"
Her partner lifts up a file and tosses it down on April's desk, "We got a hit. There were tires marks about thirty feet away from the site and a shop cam around the corner caught a matching vehicle driving away within our time span."
April quickly flicks through the pages, her eyes briefly registering the information, before she stands up, "Find the driver?" Lexie nods so she continues, "You bring him in?"
Lexie starts to walk away, and April follows behind. "He's waiting for you." She pushes open a door and lets the redhead walk in front of her, "Richard Davis, meet Detective Kepner. You're gonna have a lot of fun with her."
The man across the room turns around and raises a brow as he eyes the redhead, "Oh, I'm sure I will." He's middle-aged and his grey hair is slowly starting to show. His jeans are faded, and he pulls his hoodie tighter against his chest as he takes a seat at the cold metal table. "Tell me, Detective, you got somebody keeping you warm at night?" He pries and taps his fingers against the desk.
April rolls her eyes and ignores Lexie's grin. She slams her folder down on the table as she takes a seat across from the culprit and lets out a sigh, "I don't believe that's any of your business." She leans back and folds her arms over her chest as Lexie closes the door behind them.
The brunette sits beside her, crossing her legs and flicking through the man's papers.
"Tell me, Mr.- Davis- was it? What were you doing on Thursday night?"
He grins, "What were you doing, m'am?" He casually shrugs and leans back in his chair with a smug expression.
April sighs again, gently leaning over the table and eyeing the man carefully, "What I choose to do in my own time is none of your business, sir. So, if you've not going to co-operate with us and tell us where you were Thursday between ten and eleven pm?"
He sits up straight in his seat, "Hey, your cop friends dragged me in here and I ain't even got a clue why, alright? How about you give me some answers and I'll give you some back." He reasons.
The redhead licks her lips and takes a sheet of paper from the file, before sliding it across the table. "Okay." She watches his face as he frowns with disgust at the picture. "This guy? He died Thursday night. He was murdered, shot even. Do you know who he is?"
He grimaces and flips the picture over, his lips curling in horror, "Look, lady, I ain't ever seen that man before. I swear it." He holds his hands up and raises his eyebrows sharply, "Did you find the guy that did it?"
"What were you doing at the cemetery?"
"What are you talking about?" He asks, lowering his palms and laying them flat against the metal desk.
Lexie pipes up then, "We found tire tracks from a car not too far away where we found our guy here." She points down at the picture and he frowns again, "Tire tracks that match the tires on your car. So, what were you doing there?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about!"
"Do you think he's telling the truth?"
"I don't think he's telling us everything." April explains, tossing the file back down on her desk. She grabs her jacket and manages to slip her arms through the sleeves just as Lexie speaks up.
"Where are you off to?" The brunette smirks and crosses her arms over her chest with a hitched brow.
April blushes, letting her long hair cover her face as she leans down to pick up the keys laying on her desk. "I have to return these."
Lexie laughs and sits up on her desk, across from the redhead's. She rests a hand down and stares at the other woman, "Is that you're gonna do?"
"Why are so obsessed with my sex life?"
"I think you mean lack thereof. In order to have a sex life, you'd actually need to have sex, Kepner." Lexie tells her, "Besides, you're my partner, I just want what's best for you."
April raises an eyebrow quickly before looking down to button up her jacket, "What has sex got to do with us being partners?"
"Uh, if you're getting some then you're not so uptight, which means that I don't have to listen to you whine about crap all day long." She explains matter-of-factly with a shrug.
Kepner softly smiles and grabs her purse from the chair before she turns to leave. "I'll see you later."
"We have a job to do, you know!" Lexie calls out behind her as she walks away.
"Well, I have other stuff to do." April teases, pushing the doors open to leave the building, and only just catching her partner's 'don't forget about my party tonight!' as she goes.
She somehow manages to find the main key on his set, slipping it through the lock and closing the door behind her as she enters his apartment. She settles his keys down on the tray beside the front door and drops her bag on the floor.
She can't hear him moving about, but she figures that he's awake. She pushes open the door to his bedroom lightly, creeping her head inside and spotting his ready-made bed. So, obviously, he's awake.
All of a sudden, she hears a door open behind her and she turns around abruptly, her hands flying behind her to grasp the door frame.
"Crap!" She diverts her gaze as he speaks, leaning down to pick up his dropped towel. "Shit, uh- You didn't-"
She swallows a shallow breath and shakes her head, leaning back to glance up at his ceiling. "Nope."
She's kind of embarrassed, and she won't admit to him that she caught a glimpse of his entire body. Like, all of it. Face, chest and everything down below.
"Sorry. You kinda caught me off guard." He wraps it back safely around his waist and smiles, stepping closer to her.
She figures that she can't exactly be bashful around him, not after what they did - or rather, what he did to her - last night.
His hands are suddenly on her hips and her mouth is going dry at the sight of him stood so close to her, like that. "Shouldn't you be working?"
She shrugs and bites down on her bottom lip, "Shouldn't you?"
Jackson smirks and stares down at her, "Touché." He jokes and moves a hand up her side until her cups her cheek. "What happened at work?""
April tilts her head to the side as she lets out a soft yawn, "We have a suspect in custody." She informs him and fidgets beneath his gaze, her eyes catching sight of his bathroom. She's desperate for a cold wash and she's craving a fresh shower.
"Do you wanna-" He grins and moves back slightly so she can head into his bathroom. April walks around him, slipping through the doorway and shrugging off her jacket.
"I hope you don't mind."
He shrugs and follows her into the heated room, stopping by the sink and pulling open the cupboard. He grabs his toothbrush and paste, and averts his gaze from her body.
He makes a note to himself to not watch as she strips and to mind his own business, but when she drops her panties to the floor and steps inside his shower, he almost looses it. How is she still a virgin when she looks like that? He recalls her telling him about Jesus or the Church or the Bible or something that he doesn't care all that much about, but then he thinks back on the way she reacted to him last night and he can't possibly imagine why she doesn't want to have sex.
"Do you have any soap?" She peeks through the shower door and smiles, clearly oblivious to his strained control.
Jackson closes his eyes for a brief second, leaving his toothbrush in his mouth as he reaches over to pick up a bar of soap. "Jesus," He mutters quietly as he turns around, her naked form almost pressed up against the glass of his shower. Why the hell-
"Jackson?"
He nods and gently hands her the bar, "Right."
His fingers graze her wrist and she holds back a gasp. Quickly taking a breath, she nervously pulls her hand away and grabs the door to close it, unable to when he presses his hand against the other side.
"April."
She loses it when he says her name, his voice low and husky, and his eyes dark and boring into hers. His toothbrush is dropped onto the floor and his free hand is on his waist, resting at the edge of the towel. His gaze is so intense that she can only nod, and open the door back up, and let him slip inside and close them in under the hot stream of water. His towel's gone and forgotten about, and his hands make their way to her waist, gently pushing her back against the tiled wall.
"I can't-" She tries to tell him, her head leaning back against the wall as he traces his hands up and down her sides delicately.
He nods and swallows a breath, "I know." He's not going to force her into anything, or make do something that she doesn't want to, but he feels the desperate need to be close to her, to breathe her in.
Her hands are on his face then, cradling his mouth against hers as she attacks his lips. Her tongue darts across his lips and he gladly accepts her, moving his hands to rest against her behind as she bites down on his lip.
She can feel him pressed against her and she stiffens (ignoring the irony), her hands moving down his neck to his chest carefully. "Jackson, we-"
"I know." He repeats, leaning down to capture her lips again before he moves away from her. "I just- I really need to touch you."
April closes her eyes and sighs, running a hand through her wet hair and licking her lips, "Okay."
She feels him grasp her hips and turn her around, her palms pressing against the cool tiles as he places his hands on her hips.
His fingertips trail across her pale skin, tracing every freckle and imperfection, failing to find any actual fault in her body. He thinks it's a little ridiculous that she looks this way, and has her incredible personality, and yet still manages to be insecure and alone most of the time. He doesn't think she should ever be alone, and he's tempted to follow her anywhere, just to touch her gentle skin and kiss her soft lips.
His naked body is pressed to hers and she can feel every inch of him beside her, but she restrains herself. She stops herself from touching him back, from entertaining the idea that maybe she could want something more than to be touched so sweetly.
He slips his arms around her waist, and he holds back from sliding his hand down between her legs, from touching her that little bit more. She's tense against him, her body rigid to his touch and he sighs, leaning down to rest his forehead against her shoulder comfortably.
Jackson closes his eyes, his mouth pressing gentle but long kisses against her shoulder-blades. He wants nothing more than to touch her fully, completely, and feel every inch of her body, of her innocence mixed in with his experience. He's so damn captivated by her, though he fails to know when he started to feel this way, and he's so drawn into her everything that he finds his self-control incredibly difficult to handle whenever he's around her.
The words fall from his lips before he has time to realize them and she simply gasps, "I want to ruin you."
It's so deep and dark, and his voice is so raspy and hot that she barely stands against him. Her hands press harder to the wall as he eyes drift closed and she chews down on her lip nervously.
She's not supposed to feel so turned on by those words, so bewitched by the feel of his hands against her skin and the sensation of his lips against the base of her neck.
"You shouldn't say things like that." She warns him mutely, her tone quiet and needy as she moves away from him. She turns back around then, folding her arms over her chest and staring down at the soaked tile floor.
"April." He says, running his hands through her hair and cupping her face gently between his hands. He kisses her again, his mouth devouring hers hungrily, all tongue and teeth, until she softly moans and pulls back.
"I can't." She reminds him, taking a quick step around his body to leave the small space. She pushes the door open and steps outside, picking up his previously abandoned towel off of the floor. It's damp, but she doesn't tell him that she only uses it because it smells like him. And she can't get too close to him, so she'll settle for his scent instead.
He follows her out of the shower and picks up another towel to wrap around his waist and he watches as she picks her clothes from the ground, "The, uh- You can change in my bedroom." He tells her and she simply nods. She passes through the doorway, and makes her way into his room, closing the door shut tight behind her.
In all honesty, she kind of wanted him to ruin her.