Sally Donovan
Loyal, Van, Nods
Sally needed it. After a long week of crimes that had been more complicated than shoplifting and muggings, she felt exhausted and jittery at the same time as the team on Friday night began to pack up the investigation in an enormous building site.
"Wanna share a cab back to the station?" DI Dimmock asked but Sgt. Donovan kept walking towards her goal.
"No, I've already arranged my transportation," she replied and as she met the eyes of other cops, goodbye nods were exchanged. Soon she was alone. She briskly reached forensics van and climbed in through the backdoor.
"Finally! You wouldn't believe how I stalled to get the others to leave," Anderson smirked and turned around in his desk chair, in a suit with his hair combed to the side, and a twinkle in his eyes. Sally smiled back at her loyal lover who worshipped her.
"I've decided I want to ride you in that chair," she uttered and watched him flush and spread his legs.
"Sally, you're so hot when you're that blunt. Come here, please," Anderson practically begged and Sally laughed happily as she settled on his lap and gave him a deep kiss.
Vandal, Only, So
"So, Mike; where do your parents live?" Sally asked sternly and looked up from her notebook. She and Lestrade had caught the teenager red-handed smashing the windows of a closed store.
The vandal seemed nervous and couldn't stand still. And as Lestrade suddenly turned his attention to his phone, the boy launched himself at Sally and shoved her into the brick wall before taking off. She winced when her back and head hit the stone.
"Hey! Come back here! That's assault!" Lestrade yelled in a terrifying voice and ran after the boy. Sally slid down to sit on her haunches and felt for blood on her head. She was annoyed that her suit had gotten so dirty she would have to take it to a dry cleaner.
After a while familiar steps came from the alley. "Quick little bugger. Couldn't find him," Lestrade panted before crouching down beside her and lifting Sally's chin.
"You okay?"
"Just bruises," Sally grunted but then saw the expression on her boss' face.
"You ought to take care of yourself, Donovan," Lestrade mumbled and then leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss…
"Donovan, check this file, will you? I'm only going to see Sherlock," the gorgeous Lestrade said absently and woke Sally from her daydream by dumping a thick heap of papers on her desk.
Lava, Sod, Nylon
"Who does he think he is? As if that evidence walked away from the crime scene by itself! Seriously, what explanation could Holmes possibly have; that maybe the wallet was dropped in a convenient pool of lava?" Anderson grunted as he with annoyed movements took off Sally's bra and tossed it into a corner in her bedroom.
"Forget him, sweetheart. He's just a freak," Sally cooed on the bed as she unzipped his jeans and lowered both them and the boxers and revealed the swollen cock she longed for. But Anderson wasn't finished.
"He's not only a freak, but a danger and a sod! You know he could cost us our jobs if something someday goes wrong."
"Keep doing that."
Finally Anderson returned to the present and looked down at her half-naked body.
"Do what?" he asked in confusion when Sally softly caressed his cock with her nails and whispered, "Use that anger for him and take it out on me. Fuck me while you complain about Holmes."
Anderson stared dubiously at her for a moment before he brought her wrists together and held them above her head, which brought a moan from Sally, before roughly tugging down her stockings. There would be rips on the nylon. Sally couldn't care less.
Okay, what did you think? Send me reviews! And who in their right mind, regardless of preferences, wouldn't be dreaming of Lestrade if he was your superior? I thought Sally could use other material than icky Anderson, who I will write about despite my disdain for him. Where's the disinfectant? (Sorry, I'm only joking but Anderson really doesn't float my boat). So in order to forget the Sally and Anderson pairing I think the cute and rich Henry Knight will appear in the next chapter.