More pictures and glasses tinkling with cheers of good will. The Policeman's Ball represented the officers who sacrificed their lives on a daily basis and raising money to offer their families left behind peace of mind.
Sharon chuckles with her division as Andy teases Provenza about his date, who was probably young enough to be his granddaughter when she notices Rusty walking quickly between people on the dance floor. She shakes her head slowly, waving him over, "Rusty, what's wrong?"
Rusty shakes his head a little, "Nothing. Everything's fine...it's fine." He nods, rubbing the back of his neck, "Have you seen Eve?"
"Oh, she was-" She turns, looking to the place at the table where her daughter was, then to the dancefloor in the corner where she and Detective Sanchez seemed to continually dance, only to find them both empty of her presence. "I...I don't know, I haven't seen her."
"I promised her that I'd keep an eye on her. Not let her do anything stupid." He sighs, "Shit."
"Look, Rusty, I'm sure she's fine."
"She was really drunk last time I saw her. I was going to cut her off." He shakes his head, "This is all my fault."
Sharon sighs, wrapping an arm around him, "Maybe she went to the bathroom-"
"I checked."
She nods slowly, "What about Julio?"
"What about him?"
"Is he missing too?" Sharon smirks.
Rusty stands straighter, glancing around, "Now that you mention it-"
"Maybe he took her home?"
"Hopefully." He sighs, "She doesn't have her phone."
"Well, where is it?" She raises an eyebrow then sighs when the young man takes it from his pocket, "Okay. Don't worry about it." Sharon smiles to him though a thousand different scenarios continue to run through her head.
"You didn't even let the valet take it?" Eve grips onto the man's arm, "That's...I mean, what if like-"
Julio chuckles, "You have had way too much to drink."
"I had one drink."
"Try eight."
"I like Captain and Coke...Captain Morgan is my downfall, Detective. Call me Captain Raydor." She hiccups.
"I'd rather not." He shakes his head, "Let me take you home."
"I'd rather not. I'd rather go to your place." Eve stops him, draping her wrists over his shoulders as she kisses him deeply.
"Hey, that's...I wouldn't feel right if-" Julio shakes his head, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"We should call a cab." She kisses him again, "My treat."
Against his better angels, he looks the young woman in the eye, noticing her desperation, "Why?"
"You've had a few. I don't want to risk it."
"I had maybe three or four. With a body like that, I'm surprised you're even standing." Julio shakes his head.
"I'm still in my heels too." Eve smirks, watching him pull his phone from his pocket and calling a taxi. The drive home mostly consisted of Sanchez attempting to hold the girl upright. She leans on him, "You're a good man, Julio."
"I try to be." He nods, stroking her hair gently as the car pulls in front of his apartment.
"Which is why I don't understand why you always want me."
"Because you're beautiful, tough, smart." Julio helps her out of the car, surprised she is still able to walk on her own, "All the things I like in a woman."
"Young. You forgot young. I'm younger than you." Eve nods, holding his hand as they walk up the steps.
"I know you are." He smirks, "Another thing I like."
"I thought you liked Sykes."
He shrugs, "I do, I guess."
"Didn't you dance with her tonight?" She steps through the door, glancing around at the walls filled with family pictures.
"I was with you."
Eve grins, kissing his cheek and walking to the living room and kicking off her shoes, "Finally." She sits on the sofa, motioning for him to join her, "Will you do me a favor, Detective?"
"You can call me Julio, you know."
"I like calling you Detective better."
"Okay, what is your favor?"
"Ravage me." Eve answers breathlessly, watching him as she lounges on the sofa..
Julio's stoic expression turns into a slow smirk, "I'd go to hell."
"Yeah, but by doing something you really like." She smiles, her tongue slowly gliding over her lips
He raises an eyebrow, "But you're wasted."
"I'm the daughter of an alcoholic. I can handle my liquor." She nods, "Besides, I'm beginning to sober up a little and there's nothing I want more right now than you."
"What about tomorrow?"
"What about it?"
"I wanted to go on a date with you. Not just a fling." He walks to the sofa, loosening his tie as he sits beside her.
"We'll worry about it tomorrow." Eve nods, "I want someone I trust to do this. I trust you, Julio." She sits up, her designer dress still fitting every curve of her body like nothing had before, "I want you to touch me. I want you to..." She shakes her head a little, "It's the first time after...and I need someone I trust to do this for me. I have needs and urges. You understand."
"You want to use me."
"No. Not even close." She leans forward, kissing his jaw softly, "Please, Julio. Please, do this for me."
"Don't run out on me in the morning." He turns his head, kissing her lips tenderly.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
Julio nods slowly, standing, and picking her up off the sofa. He holds her in his arms as they continue to kiss, he carries her to his bedroom, making sure to continue being gentle with her. His masculine hands reach behind her and release her zipper, allowing her dress to slowly fall down her shoulders.
Eve finishes removing her dress, lying nude before him, propped up on a stack of pillows, "Your turn." She motions to his dress shirt, "Be careful, I plan to wear that in the morning." She smirks, slowly removing her thin panties.
"This isn't just liquid courage?" Sanchez slowly unbuttons his shirt, feeling himself grow hard in his trousers at the sight of her perfect form.
She tilts her head to the side, "Do you not believe I'd want you otherwise?"
He shakes his head slowly, "You've turned me down before."
"I've turned you down a lot."
"Right."
"Maybe it's because I was afraid to admit I liked you too." She leans forward, unbuckling his buckle, unhinging his pants, and pushing them with his boxers down his thighs. Eve looks up at him, smirking, "Sometimes liquid courage isn't always a bad thing." She reaches a hand out to stroke his member.
Julio looks down at her, "You'll tell me if I'm hurting you? Tell me to stop if I do." He nods.
"This isn't exactly my first time around this block."
"Didn't think it was." He motions for her to lie back, taking in the soft pink scars that riddle her alabaster skin from her ordeal a year ago. Sanchez can't imagine the pain she must have gone through, the strength she had to carry on was nothing short of a miracle. Watching as she lies in a missionary position, he moves between her thighs, reaching a hand down to feel her wetness. He smiles, using his fingers to probe her insides. He notices her nipples become more pronounced and can't help but lean down and take one into his mouth, causing her to jump ever so slightly.
"Oh God, Detective..." She mumbles, watching him suckle upon her breast. Eve moans loudly, "Make love to me, Julio."
He nods, picking his head up. A man of few words, he edges his manhood between her folds, almost as if she were a virgin, before fully pushing himself inside of her. Julio gives her a few moments to allow her body to acclimate to him. He leans down, kissing her as he rides her slowly.
Eve gently wraps her wrists behind his head, holding him in a kiss. She breaks it to catch her breath as he quickens his pace, "Yes." She whispers in his ear as he kisses along her neck. This is why he didn't talk much, she thinks. Not as if it's a constant thing he does, but his confidence comes from somewhere. Whether it be his size or his ability to please a woman, she didn't know, but she likes it. She slowly closes her eyes, leaning her head back as she reaches her climax.
"Shut up." A hand slaps her face, a slice across her body. "Damn it." His face, the face of the man she once thought she loved, but really it was all a lie. Another cut. "You yell so damn much." A hard punch to the temple, "Stupid bitch." The world became dark.
She quickly bolts her eyes open, she feels him climax inside her. Eve watches as he continues to hover above her, holding himself up with his muscular arms. This wasn't Michael. This wasn't the man that hurt her and ruined her life.
Julio grins, pushing a few more times before rolling off of her. "Well?"
Eve shakes ever so slightly, taking his hand, "Thank you." She whispers.
He slowly looks over her, "Are you alright?"
She swallows, nodding as she feels the sudden burn of tears fill her eyes.
"No, you're not." He props himself up to look her over, "I told you to tell me if I was hurting you."
"You didn't hurt me." She feels a tear escape and trickle over the side of her face, "You were fantastic."
He kisses the corner of her mouth, "Then why are you crying?"
Eve shakes her head, "Don't worry about it." Her voice near a whisper.
"Eve-"
"Don't worry about it." She replies again, putting her face against his bare chest.
Julio is more than happy to wrap his strong arms around her, holding her closely to him. He doesn't know what just happened, but he knows something isn't right.