One Night
She turned and leaned on her elbow. She never imagined that she could be in such a situation. She smiled and thought how life could be full of surprises.
She was beside him and watched him sleeping, his arms over his head and the sheets barely covering his chest. He was always warm and he snored slowly, almost snorting.
She looking at him, smiling. She couldn't believe few months ago, she had been in front of Lieutenant Flynn and kept asking him what she should do with him.
He was again at FID: she had his file, big as a bible and she still did not receive any answer to her question: what she should do with him? She sent him to the Anger Control Course and he, without saying a word, nodded and left her office.
Last night, when she had joked and asked again the same question this time he answered to her. And the answer left her speechless.
He replied that she should love him forever, because by now his heart had lost to a police captain and he had it no longer. It seemed his usual quick joke, his silly answer, but this time he had become serious and his eyes shown with a light she had never seen.
She was speechless, she didn't expect such a reply and then he kissed her.
Now she was at Lieutenant Flynn's house, in his bed, watching him after a night of passion. She had always appreciated his elegance of dressing, his gentlemanly ways that clashed with his bragging. His anger had tasted her on his skin, with his hurtly comments and his pungent jokes. But she had not spared him every time he was found at FID, she had never served him anything.
Then the unbelivable happened. Chief ordered her to look after the team of the Major Crimes and during an interrogation, the suspect was quite unnerved for her constant questions. He often replied in a rude manner, until he got tired of her questions and assaulted her. Lieutenant Flynn's reaction avoided the worst: the suspect had barely touched her and Lt. Flynn intervened by blocking it effectively. He had stopped there ... His impetus was irrepressible, he punched him and broken his nose. The interrogation was over and after taking the suspect to the hospital, Chief Johnson had scolded Lieutenant Flynn in front of team for the excessive use of force and then she sent him to the FID.
He was in her office, in silence, they seemed embarrassed. Strange, he always had something to say. She thanked and told him that she would only write a warning in his file, but perhaps the course for anger control would have to put up anyway. He smiled and winked and thanked her. Then he asked her if after work she wanted to drink something with him.
She was surprised, but accepted and when everyone left, they went for a drink together. Then they had decided to go directly to Andy and Sharon.
They were relaxing and laughing together: he drunk his soda looking at her legs and she drunk her wine glass, staring at his lips. He became audacious and came closer, whispering that he found her beautiful. His scent was intoxicating and exciting, they had never been so close.
She smiled for his compliment and said that his seduction technique was very interesting, but with her it would not be useful.
He smiled and told her that night he was seduced by the only woman of his dreams. She was surprised and he noticed it. He smiled and whispered to her to go to a quieter place to talk a little.
She was surprised, but she accepted, once again. She didn't understand what was happening and she knew she would regret about it, but she had to admit that he knew how to seduce a woman.
Along the way they talked and joked, laughing like little kids and when they arrived at the door of his house, he asked her to come in for a drink and he would be a gentleman.
She was surprised, but she accepted. She didn't want a gentleman that night, she wanted something else.
She noticed when every morning she entered at MC he looked at her legs and often, his eyes seemed to strip her with his eyes. He not only looked at his legs, he stared at his lower back and also at her tight blouses.
She looked at him and seen those brown eyes staring at her and then blinking, with a slight movement of his lips, how much she liked that man! How she liked his ties! And his shirts! Now he was there, beside her, sleeping happily like a child.
She thought about their conversation in the bathtub and smiled, maybe for once she had surprised him. She was amazed about the whole situation: Darth Raydor, the bad witch had fallen into the arms of the sexiest and most asshole lieutenant in the Police Dept. She was really attracted by bad boys and Andy Flynn was such a bad boy!