N/A: Capítulo novo, ship novo. Pré-Jane e pré-Roarke. Eve ainda em NYC. Se quiser mudar de Eva para Evane, só mudar os "Emma"s para "Jane" e "blonde" para "brunette" e job done. Also, ainda não decidi se a música-tema é "Waiting Game" da Banks ou "Beekeeper" do Keaton Henson, então a escolha é sua, Ketty. Ainda ficou meio blé, mesmo depois de um monte de revisões, mas taí.
Crossing Lines
Eve looked through her window in pain. She wanted to leave the precinct so badly for the first time in her life, that doing paperwork was taking too much of her patience today. She took the last sip of her cold coffee with a sigh. If only it wasn't that time of the year when the statistics went up and she had so many cases she could barely handle them splitting work with Peabody, Eve could leave early and call her. It was driving her mad, though. That and that damn heat wave.
She tried to diminish the temperature of room, because that heat wave was just a fucking sadistic joke, but the air conditioner was broken, as everything else in her office, and nothing happened. Urgh. The fucking office was almost on fire and she would burn to death before 5pm, she was sure. But then, the real heat came. Not in the usual way, whatever was the usual way, anyway. But, in a moment, Eve forgot everything else because she was here. Emma.
The minute Emma entered her office and stopped at the door with that sexy smile, all Eve could think about was about how gorgeous she was. Her blonde hair was loose and the brightness in her eyes matched her smile. Her black overcoat hid something Emma was about to show with delight. And Eve just couldn't wait to see, as her eyes travelled through her slender legs and sexy outfit. Eve was halfway through licking her own lips when she saw the look on Emma's face.
She had unbuttoned everything and Eve could see damn straight what was above that. Nothing. Completely and absolutely nothing. If Emma hadn't chosen that moment to move, Eve's mouth would have dropped all the way until it reached the floor, because she sure couldn't believe her eyes. But she did, and Eve was almost unable to breathe, as if fire was going through her veins. None of that, though, did much to break the spell they seemed to be in. What did the trick was Emma slowly calling Eve's name with the seductive voice that made Eve's world just shatter, as if she was woken up from a dream.
She stood up, turning around the table, throwing everything that was there on the floor, only to put Emma on the top of it. Emma almost laughed, but, instead, started to take the lieutenant's clothes off, so she could touch her skin the same way Eve was touching hers right at that time and driving her insane.
Eve kissed Emma's lips with such desire that that alone along with the slow touches almost made her scream. The things that woman did to her body weren't even normal to feel. She had had sex a hundred times before, but not even one of those sexy times made her feel like that. Like... She didn't know what it was, but she was sure it was something more than just sex. And when Eve finally stopped torturing her and touched her where she needed, Emma was at a point of no return. She was about to scream her lungs out from the force of her own orgasm, hadn't Eve kissed her lips in the exact second. And although Emma still wasn't able to move and was barely able to breathe, when she felt Eve trying to muffle her own scream, it sent her over the edge again.
They stood there for a moment, trying to catch their breath and move again, but neither could do a thing that wasn't slowly almost fall into sleep.
- Emma, baby, we are not at home. - Eve whispered, kissing Emma's neck to wake her up.
Emma smiled, delighted.
Home. That was the word she was looking for with Eve. She was her home. At least at that second, at that time, that was what Eve meant to her.
And, slowly, Emma kissed her and let herself be lifted up by Eve and be brought back to real life.
