Chapter Nine
So why ya gotta stand there
Looking like the answer now?
It seems to me, you'd come around
I need you now
Do you think you can cope? You figured me out?
That I'm lost and I'm hopeless
I'm bleeding and broken though I've never spoken
I come undone in this mad season
Matchbox Twenty - Mad Season
Don had no idea what time it was, but from the fact his apartment was still in pitch black darkness he assumed it was some obscene time in the morning. He wasn't sure what had woken him, but he could still sense the disturbance lingering in the recesses of his mind. Don lay immobile in the stillness of his bedroom listening to the sounds of the night. There wasn't a single one he didn't recognize...
A creak on the landing outside his bedroom door, made his heart thud faster in his chest followed closely by the sound of the softest footfall. Maybe it was the ten years of NYPD instincts kicking into play or the fact he'd been up for over twenty four hours straight making him abundantly paranoid. Either way he snatched up the service pistol he had placed on the night stand as he bolted upright in bed, both hands were wrapped around the grip as his thumb slipped the safety off.
He watched as the doorknob began twist slowly. He raised his gun up higher, ready and waiting for the kill shot if he had to take it. The door jarred open just a crack. The silhouette of a hand slipped through followed by a rustle as the perp's clothing brushed the door frame before they clicked it shut.
"NYPD Freeze!" Flack screamed into the darkness.
The shadow froze immediately, Don kept his eyes on the perp, his gun trained on their outline as his left hand groped for the bedside lamp.
"You picked the wrong night to screw with me..." he snarled, flicking it on and bathing the room in a dim light.
Grace stood before him, her hands were up by her shoulders showing that she was weapon-less. She stared back at him, grey eyes wide in shock as her breathing came in rapid, quick gasps. Her dark hair was loose and wavy, falling just to her shoulders. She was wearing a white vest with nothing underneath and cute black boy boxers that hugged her ass just right.
"Grace?" he questioned, unable to believe his eyes as a mixture of fear and anger pulsated through him. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
Grace screwed up her eyes tightly before forcing herself to exhale deeply. He watched as her diaphragm rose and fell as she absorbed the breath.
"I could have shot you." he snarled, clicking the safety back on. His heart hammering in his chest as he glared at her.
"I am very thankful you didn't." Grace said as she lowered her hands down by her sides.
Don slid his service pistol back onto the night stand before turning his attention on her completely. Don raised his knees so his elbows came to rest on them. The white sheets covered his legs and pooled around his hips as his eyes fastened on her.
"If you've come here for a booty call then you can march your ass straight back out, there isn't a chance in hell I have energy to be your fuck buddy tonight."
"That's not what I came here for." Grace said in a low tone, taking slow steps towards the bed.
"I find that hard to believe." Flack retorted, watching as she drew back the sheets on her side of the bed and slipped underneath.
"Are you trying to make me change my mind?" she snarked back, rolling onto her side so her back was to him.
"Change your mind about what?" he exclaimed indignant. "Every time you end up in my bed your like some college kid who can't keep it in her pants."
"Will you just shut up and hold me already?" Grace demanded, grabbing his hand and pulling it around her waist, he shifted compliantly so that his body was spooned around hers. "Jesus if I knew you were going to be this difficult I would have come in the morning, when you were less cranky."
"Grace?" he said quietly, his head propped up on the pillow with his elbow as she snuggled closer. She pressed his palm flat against her chest so he could feel her heart beating beneath the tips of his fingers. "Why are you here?"
"I'm sleeping over." she informed him, closing her eyes as her body began to unwind from the tensions of the day.
"Good." Don said, reaching over and turning off the lamp.
His lip kissed the blade of her shoulder, his mouth enclosing over one of the scars tenderly as she giggled.
"What?" he murmured into her ear..
"I can't believe you sleep naked."
It was morning, and Don had spent the past thirty minutes watching the woman sleeping beside him in awe. He had fully expected upon waking up, to find her side of the bed cold and empty, instead he had found her warm firm body pressed along the length of his. Her cheek was resting upon his shoulder, he kissed the top of her head through her mused up hair. His fingers were entwined in hers as they lay there together in the blissful quiet.
It was Sunday. The day of rest. Don's favourite day of the week.
Grace sighed out loud as his other hand slid down her back, rubbing circles across her skin through the material of her vest. She was still out for the count. He knew she'd been exhausted when she'd climbed into bed beside him last night but he hadn't anticipated the depth of her sleep.
Blue flu had tired them both out, he thought, his fingers combing almost absent-mindly though her hair.
Just the fact he was able to do that send a thrill through him. Finally they were taking another step forward and it was about damn time. He wondered what would come after this and dismissed the idea from his mind. He was happy right now with what he had and he was determined for it to stay that way.
Grace's fingers slipped down from underneath his own, walking down the dark hair on his chest and doodling the pattern around the scar before breaching the sheets and delving lower. Don gasped as her fingers enclosed around his smooth erection, caressing it lightly with the palm of her hand.
"Looks like I'm not the only one awake this morning." she whispered against his jaw, her sensual lips fastening on that spot that drove him utterly crazy.
Don tilted his head back into the pillow with a gluttonous groan as Grace's hand began to move up and down his shaft in long, slow strokes. Her tongue traced the outline of his neck as she straddled his hips with her knees, her playful hands were smoothing over the defined muscles in his chest as Grace ground herself against his glistening member.
The small slip of material that were her panties was the only thing standing between the two of them. Her mouth was driving him wild as she licked, sucked and teased his throat as her lower body generated even more friction between them.
His hands were on her vest, slipping it upwards over her breasts, Grace took the intuitive and pulled the material off of her body leaving the rest of her gloriously naked for Don to see. The way his smouldering blue eyes looked at her made her feel sexy and dynamic. There hadn't been a man before him who could ignite such feelings of raw sexuality within her.
His hands caught her wrists before he turned the tables, leaving Grace gasping in arousal at his show of dominance. His hands pressed hers to the mattress, pinning her there as he dipped his head to her breasts.
His tongue was molten hot as it grazed over her erect nipple causing Grace's entire body to tighten in pleasure as Don sucked it gently into his mouth. Her hips arched against his, she could feel his throbbing cock rubbing through the dampness of her panties as she struggled to maintain the contact between them.
Don watched the expression on Grace's features as his mouth moved onto her other breast repeating the same action. One hand was cupping her wrists now whilst the other was tracing patterns along the shape of her ribs and abdomen before he came to the line of her panties. His clever fingers hooked them before he used one hand to draw them down her thighs. She breathed his name as she felt the tip of him glide across her slick, wet folds.
"Don..." she begged, his teeth grazing her delicate skin as he placed the head of himself just outside her intimate opening.
He looked directly into her stunning eyes, drinking in the arousal he saw there as the intense desire to claim her as his own rushed through him. He arched his hips slightly so the tip of him was inside her before withdrawing again causing Grace to whimper in protest.
"Tease." she accused as he bent in low to kiss her.
"That's because you want it so much." he murmured against her lips.
"Can I touch you now?" she requested , her breathing low and ragged as she wriggled her fingers under the grasp of his large hand.
"Say please." he told her, they're lips barely touching.
He asserted just the tiniest bit of pressure sending Grace's entire body writhing beneath him in want.
"Please." she whispered into his mouth.
Don tilted his hips against hers, filling her inch by inch until he was buried deep inside her to the hilt. They melded together in unison, their mouths crashing together, their tongues mingling as he entered her slowly. Her hands caressed down his powerful shoulders and along the firm muscular structure of his back as Grace wrapped her legs even tighter around Don's waist allowing him deeper access.
The sensation of Don being inside her was amazing. The press of her body against his taunt muscular frame as they moved together created a bond that could not be broken. It heightened every single emotion she had ever possessed for him. She knew this man and when the two of them were consummating the most basic of acts she could admit finally to herself how deeply in love with Don Flack she really was.
They began to move faster, Grace's hands were roaming all over Don's naked body as he made her moan and tighten with his every movement. She was so ridiculously close, her nerves blazing with the pleasure he gave her. Her entire body began to tense as his thrusts as became harder, pushing her right to the very edge.
His name was on her lips as she started to climax, she tipped her head back exposing her throat as she cried it out in ecstasy. His mouth descended on the curve of her throat, biting down as his own orgasm claimed him. Grace gasped as the pain intermingled with the pleasure throwing her completely over the edge. Don's heart was beating against her chest, Grace closed her eyes absorbing all the tenderness Don had put into their love making. She was content as she lay underneath him in the aftermath.
Don withdrew from her body gently before rolling onto his back, breathing heavily. Grace shifted onto her side as Don's arm gathered her body closer against his own.
"I think I need to stay over more often." Grace murmured, propping her chin up on Don's chest so she could look into his startling blue eyes.
"Just let me know next time you decide to use the spare key so I don't end up trying to shoot you again." Don muttered, closing his eyes exhausted from their antics.
"I promise I'll call or text next time." Grace said, pressing her cheek flat upon his chest so she could hear his heart beating.
Her eyes began to flickered closed as Don's fingers combed through her short silky hair. The gesture was relaxing. She wondered how she hadn't done this before, why she'd been so terrified. There was such contentment in her bones right now, there was a sense of peace that she had never been privy to.
Only Don had the power to take her feel this way. She hoped it stayed this way between them forever because in her mind right now he was hers, and she was his.
Hey guys, Happy Sunday! It's blowing a gail outside and raining like hell so I thought you all deserved a little something to cheer you up!
As usual my thanks go out to Nat for listening to me plot the next few chapters and for being the kick in the ass I need.
Lov: Thanks for reviewing those past chapters, I really appreciate it. lol Brandon is hot , I'll try sending him your way. I hope you loved this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Running: lol I understand what you mean, I am so glad that this chapter sets things twice between them.
Bel: It makes me feel happy to know that you like this story that much! I love the fact that both Grace and Flack are headstrong smartasses. The two of them are all about banter!
Sam: These two make me laugh with the way they are with each other. Their so stubborn and fiesty!
