Another anon prompt for (35) Riain and "You heard me. Take. It. Off."

M RATED. I can't stress this enough. NOT FOR YOUNGER READERS.

RITA AND IAIN HAVE SEX.

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LAST WARNING.

Rita smiled, watching Iain back into the ambulance staffroom trying to conceal his backside from the wolf whistles and giggles of their colleagues.

She caught his eye through the glass as the door shut behind him, an unmistakeable glint in her eye.

Rita turned to make her excuses to Dixie, a skip in her step she followed him into the showers of the ambulance station.

Rita closed the door behind her, the click of the latch the only sound in the room.

"Take it off." Rita whispered, her voice low with a slight hitch of excitement.

"Really? Here." Iain asked, a smile creeping on to his face helplessly.

"You heard me. Take. It. Off." Rita repeated, her face deadly serious, a sultry tone to her voice.

Iain reached behind him, holding the tail of the bow in between his fingers.

"Would you care to do the honours miss Freeman?" Iain asked, pausing as their eyes met.

Rita smiled, her tongue running over her lip, teeth biting down as she pushed off from the door she had found herself relying upon for support.

Rita walked over to him, her movements slow and calculated. Her heart beating fast and her breath caught in her throat.

Iain could feel Rita's breath against his chest. He could smell the sweet scent of her body wash, raspberries and strawberries; it hung in her shower, next to the bottle of coconut shampoo. Iain savoured the scent; it had clung to him several times over the previous week. A sharp intake of breath as his mind wandered back to the night before last, chasing Rita into the shower to clean up after they had contaminated her crisp white sheets. Lathering soapy bubbles over her small frame, his hands massaging her back with the creamy suds.

Iain gasped once again, Rita's fingers snapping him back to reality as they made contact with his own. His grip loosened on the tie and Rita took over. Quickly pulling down and unravelling the bow in one movement.

Rita looked up at him, her lip between her teeth as Iain bent down to capture the soft, irresistible lips he desired.

Turning her head a moment before Iain could meet her lips, Rita's head falling and her hips bucking forward to meet his waist, pressing against him as she felt his finger lift her chin to meet his gaze once again. Their lips collided, pressing together softly, hands moving to the back of the others necks. Iain's fingers tangling and knotting Rita's hair, Rita's messing up the dark mop Iain spent styling to perfection every morning. Iain ran his tongue across Rita's pursed lips, biting down gently; tasting the berry flavoured lip balm he had seen her apply as they had rushed out the door that morning; Iain was sure he had kissed most of it off already so this must have been a new coat, asking for entry. Rita smiling; allowing her lips to open and Iain's tongue to explore the already familiar territory.

Iain pulled back but found his lips being firmly joined to Rita's the hand behind his head pulling him down to meet her as she reached up on the tips of her toes. Iain wasn't going to complain. Rita was small but incredibly strong, a smile formed on his face as he was reminded of their antics a few nights back. Rita had taken control and surprised Iain. Rita wasn't shy and had a few tricks up her sleeve that Iain had enjoyed discovering.

Then she stopped, Rita pulled away and despite Iain's efforts to recapture her lips they both found themselves taking a much-needed breath of air. Rita's hands dropped to grasp Iain's arse, pulling him closer to her still. Iain, caught off guard by this sudden development, failed to hide his growing arousal.

"Mr. Dean!" Rita exclaimed, her eyes meeting Iain's, a smile broadly spread across her face.

"What can I say?" Iain shrugged, his right eyebrow slightly raised, "you do things to me."

Rita let out a slight giggle as her cheeks blushed a bright red colour. Biting her lips she pushed against his chest.

"What do you say we remove this inaccurate apron?" Rita asked as she looked down at the apron still adorning Iain's torso. The defined muscular body not a patch on Iain's own abs.

"How very dare you." Iain pretended to be offended, failing as a smile crept onto his face and his lips were once again met with the soft cherry flavoured ones of his partners.

Rita continued to push against Iain until his back met the wall and Iain was pressed as close to her as possible in their current state of cover.

Iain broke apart, his head flying back against the hard surface of the tiled wall.

"This is all a bit unfair isn't it?" Iain murmured against her ear, attempting to regain his breath.

"How so?" Rita smiled, her head falling back with the touch of Iain's breath against her neck.

"You're wearing all your clothes where I am almost undressed. It's a bit unfair in my eyes." Iain explained, his teeth grazing against Rita's earlobe.

"I guess you're loosing then." Rita smiled, her hand slowly creeping around Iain's waist, from where it had been settled on his arse to his shaft. Rita moved her hand over him slowly. Iain's breath hitched.

"You like that?" Rita asked, her voice soft and enigmatic.

Iain couldn't speak, his head back against the tiles as Rita worked her magic.

"Reet-" Iain stuttered, "I'm not going to last."

Rita smiled, her cool fingers gently moving along his length, her own body pressed as close to Iain's as she could, every buck of Iain's hips felt as if it was her own movement.

"Reet." Iain muttered, his voice deep and warning.

Rita pulled away, Iain's body relaxing almost immediately with his anticlimax.

"You do things to me to." Rita whispered as she reached up to his ear.

The moment her breath touched Iain's skin his lips were crashing down on her, his hands roaming her body, unzipping her hoodie and pulling her tunic apart.

Rita and Iain's lips locked, pulling against each other, neither wanting to break their kiss. Soon Rita was left in just her scrub trousers and her bra. Iain's favourite. Iain broke their kiss momentarily to admire Rita's body, his eyes travelling down over every curve and every contour. Rita reaching up and unhooking the apron from Iain's neck, her eyes travelling down Iain's body with comparable admiration. Their adorning gazes quickly forgotten as the lack of contact became unbearable, their lips colliding and bodies pressed flush to each other once couldn't happen soon enough.

Iain discarded Rita's bra after a matter of moments, his hands working effortlessly on the clasp before he set to work on removing her bottoms. Rita helping as she felt him through the fabric that separated them, her own desire to feel him inside her becoming overpowering. Pushing down her trousers her legs wrapped around his torso, his body taking her light frame with ease as he pulled her closer and entered her, filling her completely. Rita broke away, a small gasp escaping her lips as she felt him move inside her. Iain capturing her lips once again, muffling her screams of pleasure.

Moving against each other, a thin layer of perspiration settling over the pair as they moved complementarily to each other, meeting each thrust with equal need and passion. Rita's head thrown back as Iain's mouth caressed her neck, nipping and sucking in all the right places as Rita bit down on her lips to conceal her scream of ecstasy.

A groan escaped Iain as he too followed Rita into the blissful release. Pulling Rita closer around him, their movements faster and faster until they came. Their muscles relaxed, foreheads pressed together a thin layer of sweat covering them. Breath hot and fast on each other's face. The sweet smell of sex surrounding them as they separated, moaning as Iain removed himself. Rita's legs releasing from around his body, her arms firmly around Iain's neck for support.

Rita smiled, her eyes looking up to find Iain's, the moment their eyes made contact the pair burst out into giggles.

"I can't believe we just did that." Rita exclaimed.

"I'm just too irresistible." Iain said with a raise of his eyebrow.

"In that apron. Totally." Rita winked.

"Shower?" Iain asked, looking at their surroundings.

"I could do with a shower." Rita shrugged.

"Round 2?" Iain smirked, his arms reaching down to Rita's waist, lifting her legs to encompass him again.

Rita bit her lip and nodded.

Iain lifted her up and flipped them, his hand slamming the wall next to them, moments later their bodies were being showered with rain droplets and their lips were locked together once again.

please don't judge me for this. I have no idea how this came about... thanks for reading if you got this far! XxX