OVER COMING BOUNDARIES
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John squinted at the harsh sunlight blinding him. He really needed to remember to close the curtains before laying down at night. He stretched his legs and craned his neck down to look at his still sleeping partner. She was something like a barnacle when she slept. She was latched onto his side, hands tangled in his shirt, bare leg draped across his midsection.
I'm really starting to think I have a tattoo fetish, he thought to himself. He traced the elaborate dragon on her thigh, smiling at the sigh she gave in her sleep. His smile widened when he gently squeezed her knee, knowing she was ticklish there. Sam groaned as her leg jerked in response. Finger poised, he lightly touched her ear. She made a low growl in her throat and swatted at his hand. Blue eyes slowly peeked through long lashes as she stirred.
"Good morning," John said cheerfully and quickly kissed her forehead.
"G'mornin'," she mumbled with a sleepy smile on her face. He watched amused as her toes curled with the force of her morning stretch.
"Sleep well?" he asked as he absentmindedly traced her colored thigh.
"Yes, actually," She replied. Come to think of it, she hadn't had a single nightmare either time she had slept with him. Huh. She bent back slightly to retrieve her phone off the nightstand. The movement gave John a full view of her toned stomach as her(his) shirt rose upwards. In a stroke of mischief, he tugged gently on her belly ring. She gasped and quickly snapped forwards, smacking his hand away from the piece of jewelry.
"Excuse you!" she glared at his shit-eating grin. He chuckled and kissed her cheek before quickly stealing her phone from her hand. "John!"
"Hmm, two texts from Liv," he said curiously. Sam growled and snatched her phone back, looking like she was going to beat the ever loving shit out of him. Instead, she opted for laying back down on his shoulder and held the phone where he could see too.
You and the kink up for a night out?
Me n El want to try out that new bar, Henry's on 42nd st.
"Kink? Who's Kink?" John asked. Sam turned a crimson red and hid her face behind hands.
"Uh…Liv thinks Jews are kinky lovers," she mumbled through her hands. John smirked.
"Oh? What did you tell her?" he said in a low voice. His hand traveled high up her thigh. Sam let out an indignant screech and pinched the back of his hand.
"How should I know, you idiot!" she growled. He laughed at her pout and red face. She really was too cute sometimes. "Do you want to go, or not?" she huffed, still flustered.
"Sure," he shrugged. Sam nodded and picked up her phone.
Sure, we're in. If you ever call him Kink again, I'll kill you. 3
John snorted. "You threaten to kill her, and then put a heart? That's a bit oxymoronic, don't ya think?" He winced at the elbow to his rib. Yup, he should probably stop teasing her for a little while.
"You're supposed to be on my side!" she crossed her arms and pouted, shimming away from his embrace. John locked his arms around her waist and drug her closer. She couldn't hide the smile tugging at the corner of her lips as he nuzzled her neck.
"I am on your side!" he mumbled. The feeling of his lips brushing against her neck made her breathing hitch. As if sensing her sudden peak of interest, he placed a gentle closed-mouth kiss to her neck. Sam's eyes fluttered closed as he rolled onto his side. He placed his forehead on hers and patiently waited for her to open her eyes.
She hummed happily as he stroked fingers through her curls and slowly opened her eyes. The warmth in his big, brown ones surprised her. She had never been looked at that way before. The light caress on her bare side made her squirm at the unusually warm sensation that was quickly flooding through her body. She hesitantly wrapped her arms around his neck, settling her fingers at the base of his hair line.
"Is that so?" it came out a bit squeakier than she wanted. She blushed at his faint chuckle. This innocent, vulnerable side of her captivated him to no end.
"Mmhmm," he sighed nonchalantly and kissed along her jaw. Her eyes once again closed and she buried her fingers deeper in his hair. He nipped her ear lobe, making her gasp in surprise. He repeated the gesture, causing a low moan to spill from her throat, making his blood to rush to a more pleasurable part of his body. He gently pried her legs wider and settled himself between them.
He dusted small kisses back across her jaw line, pausing to nip her chin. She expelled a quick breath as he nipped her other ear. The warm feeling that seemed to be circulating through her was starting to get a little over whelming. She grabbed his face gently and brought his lips to her own. He met her eagerly, the feeling her full lips moving against his own made him groan.
She hesitantly licked his lower lip, and he opened his mouth to happily accept her probing tongue. Her back arched and she gasped loudly as he bit down lightly on her tongue. The feeling of her chest pressed against his made him dizzy. He had to stop this before it went too far.
He pulled back slowly, rubbing his nose against hers. She smiled and tugged on his neck to bring him back down to her lips. A confused look passed over her face when he didn't comply. "John?" she asked quietly. A million thoughts passed through her mind. Did he not want her? Was she not doing it right? He saw the slight panic in her eyes and quickly kissed her on the cheek.
"I just think we should slow down is all," he whispered. That surprised her.
"Slow down?" she echoed.
"Yeah, slow down. I've only taken you on one date."
"Oh," she bit her lips and her eyebrows creased. He took his pointer finger and wiggled her lip free before she could break skin. She really needed to break herself of that habit.
"Penny for your thoughts?" he whispered, stroking her chin with his thumb.
"Nothing, I just didn't know if I was-" she blushed and turned her head to look away from him. "If I was doing all this stuff right. I'm kinda new to this, ya know," she bit her lip again.
"Doing what stuff right?" He turned her face back to his.
"You know…" she squirmed underneath him, unable to meet his eyes.
"No, I don't," he wasn't going to make it easy for her. She huffed and stared at his chin.
"You're the first boyfriend I have ever had. I'm just not sure if I'm doing everything I'm supposed to do right!" she growled. Her face was easily the color of ketchup. Her scowl deepened when he began to laugh. She pushed him off and moved to sit up, but was quickly drug back down with an arm. She still refused to meet his eyes. She was horrified to feel her lip trembling and the tale-tell stinging of her eyes from unshed tears.
"Hey," he said gently. He rubbed his thumb in a circle on her jaw until she hesitantly looked him in the eye. "I wasn't laughing at you," he said seriously. "I was laughing because you're cute."
She raised an eyebrow in question. "Trust me," he continued, "You're doing everything right. I only said we should slow down because I want to do this right," he finished. The scowl on her face disappeared and her eyes softened.
"Right?" she whispered. He brushed his lips across hers, too gentle to be considered a kiss.
"Yeah," he whispered back. He gave her one of his crooked smiles that she couldn't help but return. "So, Missus Munch," he rolled onto his back and pulled her to his chest. She giggled at the nickname.
"Yes, Mr. Munch?" she rubbed his stomach and chest lovingly.
"What kind of bar is this that our presence is required later this evening?"
"Not sure, why?" He wiggled when her fingers brushed across a certain spot on his side. She made a mental note of the ticklish spot.
"I was just wondering if I'd have to show off my dance skills."
"Oh, no, I don't think that's required. I wouldn't want to blind the other patrons."
"Ouch!" he said in feigned hurt. She giggled and kissed his shoulder. "I didn't hear you complaining that night when I met you and we danced at the ball!"
"That's because I'm nice. I didn't want to hurt your feelings." She smiled at his pout. She kissed his cheek in apology. "I'm just kidding. You're more than adequate. I'm not sure about club dancing though…"
"I can drop it like it's hot!" he could have sworn he saw her eye twitch.
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"Are you almost done in there?" El shouted at the bathroom door. Liv had been in there for about an hour doing only God knew what.
"Jeez, El, impatient are we?" Liv shouted back. She checked her appearance once more. She felt a bit out of her element. She was wearing a red long-sleeved dress that hugged her every curve and ended mid-thigh. She had a black belt looped around the waist, and black high heels on her feet. She hadn't dressed this racy since she had gone under cover last year.
She hadn't felt confident enough to wear something like this until about a week ago when Sam all but forced her into the dress- literally
-FLASHBACK-
"Olivia Benson! If you don't put this on right now, I'm going to put it on for you!" Sam growled menacingly. The two women were in a changing room at a local fashion boutique. Olivia scowled at the silky red material in her friend's hand.
"No way. I can't pull something like that off!" Liv said sadly. Sam took a hard step towards her, making Liv quickly take two steps back. Sam was quiet intimidating when she wanted to be, especially in a confined space where she couldn't get away.
"Are ya kiddin' me? You've got long, tan legs that would look amazing in this!" she thrust the garment in question at her once more.
"Sam-"
"Liv, if you don't put this on in two seconds I swear," she glared at her friend.
"I really don't want to- HEY! What the hell are you-" Liv's outburst was cut off as her shirt was roughly hauled up and over her head by the annoyed southerner. "Oh my God, alright!" Liv growled and put on the dress. The look on Sam's face was nothing short of approving when she finally had it on.
"You are one good look gal, Livvers!" Sam exclaimed. Liv rolled her eyes at her friend's girlish enthusiasm. "What, don't believe me? Look!" Sam twisted her gently to face the mirror. Liv gasped and ran a hand down her stomach.
She actually looked nice. Beautiful maybe.
"See, there is a woman hiding underneath that cop persona!" Sam squeaked at the hard slap she received to the back of her head.
-END FLASHBACK-
"We're gonna be late!" El moaned and knocked on the door once more.
"When have you ever been concerned about being late to anything?" she scoffed. Elliot scowled and glared at the wood.
"Since it involves beer, now come on!" he was about to beat on the door again, but his action, and breathing, left him when he caught sight of his partner in a dress that could be defined as sinful.
"I thought you were in a hurry?" Liv said in an annoyed voice. His gaze and silence was making her nervous.
"I uh.." he trailed off as his eyes ran over her legs. Liv smirked.
"Eyes are up here, El!" she snapped, though it lacked real annoyance behind it.
"Sorry, it's just, you look good, Liv," El said quietly. Liv held her breath when he took a step closer. "Real good, actually."
"Too bad you're married, huh?" she said boldly.
"Actually, I met with Kathy. She signed the divorce papers," he said seriously. The intense look he gave her made her knees feel a little weak. She was silently thankful for the wall supporting her from behind.
"So I guess that makes you a free man?"
"Close enough. She's already engaged to that bastard, so I guess so," he shrugged.
"Hmmm," Liv hummed as she moved off the wall and grabbed her purse from the couch. "Let's go celebrate your new found freedom with some beer, shall we?"
"Sounds good to me," he held open the front door for her. Usually Elliot Stabler wasn't so chivalrous, but he rather be the one walking in the back. The view was much better back there.
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"Why do women take so long to get ready?" John shouted to his partner. They had driven to her apartment to get ready, and she had currently occupied the bathroom for a consecutive one and a half hours.
"Oh, shut up. I'm done!" she said as she opened the door. The expression that came over his face already told her he liked the outfit she picked out. It was black and had three-quarter length sleeves. It ended in a pleated skirt mid-thigh. Well, mid-thigh was a little generous. In fact, she was a little worried about bending over in public and giving people an eyeful.
She walked past her frozen partner to her closet and selected a pair of simple black five inch heels. She ran a hand through her tight curls and turned around to face him.
"Gonna stand there all night, or are we gonna get goin?" she said cheekily. He seemed to shake himself out of whatever reverie he had fallen into. With a shake of his head, he walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Are you trying to kill me?" He asked as he buried his face in her neck. She smelled like vanilla and something floral, like honeysuckles.
"Whatever gave you that idea?" she said innocently. She wiggled her hips against his and giggled when he growled and pinched her arms to make her stop.
"You're going to give this poor old man a heart attack," he groaned. She giggled and kissed his nose.
"Come on, Mr. Munch, I want beer," she grabbed her purse and led the way to the door.
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"Told you you look hot in that dress," Sam nudged Liv with her elbow. The boys had went upstairs to claim a pool table and the girls had opted for getting the drinks.
"Really think so?" Liv smiled and smoothed a hand down the front of her dress.
"You're kidding, right?" Sam scoffed, "If El's eyes get any bigger they're gonna pop out of his skull!" Liv giggled and grabbed the pitcher of beer the bar tender held out while Sam grabbed glasses.
"And what about you? How the hell are you keeping that skirt down?" Liv gave a pointed glance at the dangerously short material.
"Years of practice, Livvers," she replied. They made their way through the crowd and up the stairs. The second floor, thankfully, wasn't as crowded. They easily found the boys at the last pool table in the corner.
"Thank goodness you're here," Elliot groaned and pointed at the older man beside him. "He's talking about JFK again!" Sam gave her partner a stern glare as she sat down the glasses.
"No conspiracy theories!" She growled. John fidgeted from foot to foot.
"It's not a theory," he mumbled under his breath. Sam rolled her eyes and consoled him with a kiss to his cheek.
"Yes dear," she said. The frown immediately disappeared from his face. Liv and Elliot gave each other curious glances. That was the first time they had ever seen John Munch shut up and not argue about a conspiracy theory. Elliot shrugged and poured himself a glass of beer.
"Dear Lord!" he sputtered and spat the rest back in his glass. "That's disgusting!"
"What do you mean?" John asked. His poured a small bit and sipped it. His nose crinkled and he made a hissing noise. "I think it's stale!"
"Yeah, I think so. I'll go get a different pitcher. Care to join me?" he directed at Liv. She nodded and laughed when he held out his elbow for her to take. Sam watched her friends walk away, happy to see their relationship blooming.
"Want to get a game in before they get back?" John asked behind her. She turned around with a slightly embarrassed look on her face.
"I uh- I don't really know how to play pool," she said quietly. John raised an eyebrow.
"Seriously?" She blushed deeper and looked away.
"Serious!" she snapped. She jumped when he ran a hand from her shoulder down her arm.
"Then I guess I'm just going to have to teach you!" The glint in his eye made her throat dry. He turned her gently towards the table and pointed at the racked balls. "The white ball is called the cue ball, that's the ball you have to hit into the other balls to get them in the pockets. If you mess up and get the cue ball in a pocket, you scratch, and you forfeit a turn. The black eight ball ends the game. If you knock that one in a pocket before it's over, you lose. Now, come here," he placed his arms on either side of her and placed her hands under his on the cue stick.
"Bend over some," he said in her ear. She shivered and chuckled lightly.
"I really shouldn't have worn this dress," she reached between them and pulled the rising material down as far down as she could.
"I wasn't going to say anything," he whispered against her ear. She could feel his lips moving against her ear and knew he was smiling.
"Pervert!" she huffed. He ran a hand up her thigh and smiled wider at her squeak.
"Only for you!" he laughed when she turned her head to glare at him.
"Are you gonna teach me to play, or not?" she sighed. Her accent thickened in her annoyance.
"Okay, this first hit doesn't really matter if you get any in or not, it's just to break it. First, pull it back," he shifted closer and pulled her arm back, brushing his hand against her side. "After you line up, you shoot and see what happens," his shoulder flexed forwards and hers followed through. She jumped slightly at the loud noise the balls made when they clashed together. The orange striped ball made it into the corner pocket.
"Alright, you're stripes. You get to go again until you miss," he said. He watched in disappointment as the skirt of her dress lowered back down to a semi modest length as she stood up. She walked to the other end of the table and gave him an innocent look.
"Care to show me how that went again?" she called. He looked at her over his glasses and raised an eyebrow.
"Well certainly," he played along. He walked to her side of the table. "Which one are you aiming for?"
"The green one," she pointed at it.
"And why's that?"
"Because I can knock it off the border into the corner pocket," she replied. John smiled approvingly.
"Very good young padawon," he caged her against his chest and wrapped his hands over hers again.
"Thank ya, master," she countered. He chuckled deeply and nipped her at her ear. She squirmed against him as he did it again. "What are you doin?" she hissed. She wasn't comfortable with such a public display of affection.
"I'm using the force!" he said as he nuzzled her neck. Her annoyance gave way to amusement at his Star Wars influenced wit.
"You're such a dork, John!" she giggled.
"Yes, but I'm your dork. Now, move it back like this," he pulled her arms back like before, his hands grazing against her side, "And now you hit it," his shoulder jolted forward and hers quickly followed. She smiled widely as the ball rolled exactly where she intended.
John rubbed a hand on her lower back. "Told you you'd be a natural. But I think you still need help," he hinted. He led her to the other side of the table. "See any shots?"
Sam studied the table carefully. "I could hit the yellow one and knock it into the purple to go in the side pocket?"
"Very good!" he praised. Sam frowned at the distance of the cue ball in the middle of the table. She'd have to bend over pretty far to hit it just right.
"You planned this didn't you?" she asked through narrow eyes. He smiled innocently.
"What do you mean?" he asked in a sickening sweet voice.
"You're determined to see my underwear, aren't you!" she laughed.
"Determined is a strong word, Mrs. Munch," he chuckled. He pressed his front against her back and laced his hands over hers on the cue stick. In a stroke of mischief, she turned swiftly in his arms pulled him closer by the belt loop on his slacks.
"What if I'm not wearing underwear?" she purred. John smirked and pushed her back harder against the table.
"Is that so?" he asked.
"How about you find out?" she whispered. John made a sound in the back of his throat that sounded suspiciously like a growl.
"You're making it increasingly hard to be a gentleman," he said huskily against her ear. Sam scoffed.
"Since when have you ever been considered a gentleman?" She giggled as he snapped his head up and pouted.
"Ouch, right in my pride," he mumbled. She laughed and kissed at his puffed out lip. "You really know how to bruise a fellow's ego," he griped. The corner of his lips fought the tugging of a smile.
"You poor thing! How do I go about un-bruising it?" she asked suggestively. She pressed herself as close as possible and stared up through him through hooded eyes. John cleared his throat quietly. The feeling of her body pressed flush against his was really starting to affect him.
"Well, you could start by-"
"Man, that line is long! Oh, hey, you guys starting the game without us?" Elliot asked, oblivious to the fact he had interrupted something rather private. Liv however noticed as the two jumped a foot apart from each other. She gave them an apologetic smile for Elliot's brashness.
"Naw, John-boy was just teaching me how to play," Sam said as she poured she and her partner a tall glass of the freshly retrieved brew.
"Wait, you don't know how to play pool?" Liv asked incredulously. Sam shook her head.
"I do now!" the group laughed.
"Alright, boys versus girls?" El said. Everyone shook their heads and the game began.
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"Don?" Fin asked as he opened his front door. The older man quickly ducked into the apartment, not waiting for an invitation.
"We have to talk," he said simply. He made his way to the living room and sat down, as if he had done it a million times. Fin shook his head and followed the older man.
"Alright, so what's up, Papa C?" Fin asked as he took a seat adjacent from his longtime friend.
"It's Nathan Yates. You remember what I told you yesterday? It seems he's escalating. One of his dancers was taking to the hospital, so badly beaten it was almost fatal. The poor girl still won't talk. She's got a set of three-year old twins at home to feed, so she won't risk losing her job by turning on Yates," Don ran a hand down his face.
"What's the extent of the injuries?" Fin asked, though he wasn't sure he really wanted to know.
"Three broken ribs, a fractured skull, broken radius in the right arm, and severe vaginal trauma. It looks like she might have been penetrated by a wooden bat of some sorts, just skinnier. Maybe a cane," Don said. He watched as Fin shook his head.
"Alright, so what do we do?" he asked, dreading the answer.
"I'm going to talk to Sam. She's the only one best suited for the job. Another detective will take months to get into the higher ranks, and someone will die before that happens. Yates is a powerful man now, he's good at hiding his tracks," he finished. The two sat in silence, just staring at each other.
"You worried?" Fin asked quietly after several seconds had collapsed.
"A bit," he admitted, "Actually, a lot. So many things could go wrong. She could have a relapse for starters. Every drug pusher out there is going to be all over her," Don said wearily. He knew his daughter still struggled every single day with the thoughts of using again, just as he thought of drinking.
"I think she's stronger than that. She's been sober for fifteen years now," Fin reassured. And he believed it too, he knew Dollie wouldn't risk using again.
"True. I don't know Fin. I hate to ask this, but would you help me talk to her? You've always been good at calming her down when I put my foot in my mouth," Don asked. Fin smirked. Boy, was that an understatement. He couldn't begin to count the times he kept the southern bell from shooting her father in the kneecaps from his poorly-chosen words.
"Of course. When you going to tell her?"
"Tomorrow, first thing in the morning. We need to get this case started as soon as possible."
"Alright. And just an idea, we should get John in on the undercover work as well. She'll feel more comfortable that way," Fin said. Don raised his eyebrows.
"You think so? I figured she'd feel more comfortable dancing half naked in front of you, considering she's done it in the past," Don grimaced at his choice of words. He could have put that a little more eloquently.
"That's been a while though, Captain. I think she'd feel more comfortable giving John a lap dance than me," Fin shrugged. Don furrowed his brows.
"Why the hell would she be so comfortable?" Don said, his tone taking on a fatherly attribute. Fin mentally kicked himself in the ass. Shit. Sam hadn't told Don about her and Munch yet. It seemed he would get that honor.
"Well, ya see, Sam and John have went out a couple of times these past few weekends-"
"WHAT!"
Fin pinched the bridge of his nose. This was going to be a long night.
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"Hell yeah! You got this one in the bag, Munch!" El said as he pumped a fist in the air. The boys team had won three rounds now. Sam sighed and turned to her best friend.
"I'm sorry, Liv!" she pouted.
"It's not a biggy. You're doing good for a beginner!" Liv reassured her friend. Sam smiled and turned her attention back to the table. Liv released a breath. She wasn't angry with Sam, it was after all a game, but she had a competitive side to her. She hated losing.
The girls groaned as John hit the last of their balls into a pocket. Elliot clapped. "Alright, knock that eight ball in so we can put these girls out of their misery!" he hollered. Liv glared at her semi-drunk partner and pinched his arm. Elliot laughed and pulled her in by the waist and kissed her tenderly on the cheek. Liv stared at him in shock and then turned her head to Sam, who was grinning like a mad woman. She could only imagine what her friend was thinking. Liv slowly relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of his strong arm wrapped pleasantly around her waist.
Sam pouted as she watched her partner line up a perfect shot. She really hated that she and Liv were going to lose again. She bit her lip and suddenly laughed lowly as an idea struck her. She took her purse from the table and tossed it under a near-by bench. "Oops!" she said innocently. Liv and Elliot gave her a curious look.
"Did you just throw your purse?" Liv said amused. Sam winked and crawled underneath the bench. A white cue ball sailed across the room a second later.
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John ignored the chatter of his companions as he stalked around the table looking for the perfect shot. He almost felt bad for his partner, the pout on her face was quiet heart-wrenching, but he knew she wouldn't like it if he let her win.
Ah, there it is. He had finally found the perfect angle. It was an easy shot, there was no way to miss it. He bent over and placed the stick accordingly, taking extra time to reassure himself that the shot would be perfect. He looked up to smile haughtily at his partner as he made the shot.
Lace.
That was the first thing he saw when he looked up. His partner was on her hands and knees under a bench. Her teasingly short dress had lifted up past her hips, giving him a perfect view of her ass. She was wearing a sheer, lace red thong that barely covered what it needed too, exposing him to a rather tantalizing view of her bare ass. He finally got to see the end of the dragon's tail that was on her thigh. The tail curved around the underside of her left cheek and ended halfway up.
He only came back to the present at Elliot's outraged scream.
"John! What the hell! You had that shot! How the hell could you scratch?" Elliot had both hands in the air. He ignored the man's bellows when his partner locked eyes with him as she pulled her dress back down. She bit her lip and sauntered over slowly to him.
"Sorry, dropped my purse," Sam said smugly as she placed it on the table beside of her partner. John stared at her, mouth open and face red.
"You-you," he stuttered. Sam raised an eyebrow at him.
"Are you going to stand in the way all day? Or are you going to move aside so Liv can shoot?" she said in a cocky voice. John managed to close his mouth and side stepped, keeping his hands in front of his lap. He was more than aware of the noticeable tent in his pants.
Liv easily made the two remaining shots and sunk the eight ball, giving the girls their first victory. "Alright!" Liv yelled as she and her friend high-fived. Elliot crossed his arms and mumbled cheater in Sam's direction. He had an idea of what she'd done. Sam heard him and stuck her tongue out at him.
"Okay, I think we should end the night with our victory, what do you guys think?" Liv suggested as she stifled a yawn. It was one in the morning, and they all had work tomorrow.
"Sounds good to me. You're going to have to drag me out of bed tomorrow," Elliot sighed. He could already sense the impending headache he was going to have.
"Yeah, I'm pretty tired. What about you, partner?" Sam asked. John nodded in agreement, a dazed look still on his face. Liv smirked. She had to admit, Sam had a set of balls on her. She didn't think she'd be able to flash Elliot just to win a game of pool.
Then again, Elliot's hand did feel awfully good on her hip. So, maybe she would.
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"You're awfully quiet," Sam said. It had been over two blocks, and her partner hadn't said one word. She really hoped he wasn't mad at her for flashing him. Maybe she went too far.
"Huh?" he asked. Sam frowned.
"Why are you so quiet?" she asked.
"Just tired is all," he replied vaguely. Sam sighed. John really was the worst liar in the world.
"Are you mad at me?" she asked quietly after a minutes more of silence. John stopped and took on a look of pure surprise.
"No, why on earth would I be mad at you?" he asked. Sam blushed and looked down at her feet. She took her bottom lip between her teeth, immediately catching John's attention. He really needed to break her of that seductive habit.
"You know, for what I did back there," she trailed off. She looked up quickly at his chuckle.
"No, I'm not mad!" he kissed her forehead and smiled. It was the same smile he used when she knew he was amused by something she had said. Her brows furrowed. What was funny about that?
"Are you sure? Cause you haven't said two words since we left-"
Her sentence halted as he roughly pressed her to him. She gasped at the hardness pressed against her stomach. "No, I'm not mad. Quite the opposite really," he whispered in her ear. Her breathing came out in shallow pants and she gripped the front of his shirt.
"Oh," she said breathlessly. Her brain had become foggy. The only thing registering right now was the feeling of him pressed up against her. That familiar feeling of warmth flooded over her, stronger this time.
"Come home with me?" he asked. He stared at her intently, and there was no mistaking the meaning of his words. Sam bit her lip. Did she really want this? Her body was screaming yes, but her brain wasn't so sure. John sensed her internal battle and kissed her gently on the lips.
"I meant what I said earlier. I want to do this right. I'm not talking about sex. And if anything makes you uncomfortable at all, we'll stop, okay?" he said gently. Sam felt like crying from the sincerity in his voice. She nodded her head without another thought and eagerly started walking again, practically dragging him along. John chuckled as he finally caught up with her pace.
"Eager are we?" he teased. Sam said nothing but made a sound similar to a grunt of agreement. It took them less than ten minutes to walk the remaining block. No sooner had he gotten the key in the lock and twisted it, Sam had quickly drug him inside.
John happily allowed her to pull him to her by his shirt, his lips meeting eagerly with her own. He pushed her back against the door and pressed himself hard against her. His hands massaged slowly up her thighs. He paused to flip the band of her thong teasingly before continuing to rub soothing circles up her side with his thumbs.
Sam felt a feeling of lightheadedness come over her as he probed her mouth with his tongue and left her skin tingling with every stroke of his fingers. This slow pace was maddening. She gasped as his mouth left her own and trailed hot kisses down her neck. He nipped her collarbone and she arched into him, trying to pull him closer to where she needed. His hands continued to rise higher until his thumbs grazed the underside of her breasts.
Her eyes suddenly flew open and met his brown ones. His gaze was curious and hesitant. He saw the anxious look on her face and quickly slid his hands back down to her hips. He nuzzled her cheek softly in a wordless apology. "We should probably get some sleep, huh?" he whispered rather hoarsely. Sam bit her lip and looked away. She mentally cursed her insecurities. She felt like a child.
"Yeah, guess so," she whispered back, hating the wavering in her voice. John tilted her chin to look at him. She expected a pitying look, but found nothing but sincerity.
"Hey," he said gently, "There's no pressure, ok?"
"I know. I want to, John, but I-" she trailed off, at a loss for words. He stroked her bottom lip with his thumb.
"It'll take time," he said gently. After working in sex crimes for years now, John knew it sometimes took victims a while to feel comfortable in any sort of sexual situation. Seeing as how Sam had grown up her whole life with abuse, it was going to be a challenging obstacle to overcome. He knew not to test her boundaries. He'd go with her pace.
"I know. It's just frustrating!" sighed. She buried her face in his neck. Maybe she wasn't so cut out for this dating stuff. What kind of woman couldn't have a make out session without freaking out?
"It just takes time," he repeated. He ran his hands up and down her arms and kissed her on the nose. "Now come on, we have to get up for work in five hours!" he drug his slightly pouting partner into the bedroom. He released her hand and threw open the closet door.
He tossed a large T-shirt in her direction before turning to find a pair of sweat pants to sleep in. He turned back around and gave his partner a slightly confused look. She was eyeing the T-shirt and biting her lip in thought. She slowly glanced up at him through lidded eyes and stepped forward. She handed him back the T-shirt. John shook his head confused.
"What are you-?" he stopped short as her hand reached around to pull the zipper of her dress down. She never broke eye contact with him as she slipped the arms of the dress off. With a shimmy of her hips, the garment fell into a pool at her feet.
Sam watched as his eyes drifted down and took in the contour of her body. His eyes were darkened, and his breath came out uneven. It was both frightening and empowering to know she was affecting him that way.
John felt his mouth go dry and time stop around him when she hesitantly stepped forward and began unbuttoning his shirt. He cleared his throat in attempt to regain his voice.
"What are you doing?" he asked. She paused and met his eyes.
"You want me to be comfortable, right?" she asked quietly, almost as if she was afraid to speak up.
"Of course," he replied, watching as she carefully undid each button.
"Well, I don't sleep in clothes," she stated matter-of-factly. John chuckled at her logic as she slipped the shirt off from his shoulders. She paused with her hand on his belt and looked up at him with questioning eyes. When he didn't stop her, she quickly loosened the belt and pulled down his slacks in one long tug. She released a breath and closed her eyes briefly.
"Okay!" she said happily. She gave him a dazzling smile and led him to the bed. John smiled as he allowed himself to get pulled into her awaiting arms. He knew in some weird way, that Sam had just taken a huge leap of faith.
"Comfortable now?" he asked.
"Very," she mumbled. Truth be told, she was rather enjoying the skin on skin contact.
"Good," he ran a hand up and down her bare back, marveling at how soft she was. She kissed him softly and ran a hand down his chest.
"Night Munchies," she whispered.
"Night Hillbilly," he chuckled when she sleepily pinched him.
He didn't know how many minutes had passed before his partner's breathing evened out, telling him that she had finally fallen asleep. He sighed. He really didn't see himself falling asleep anytime soon, not when his half naked partner was curled up so close to his side. The innocent look on her face as she disrobed in front of him combined with her sinful choice of undergarments was almost too much to take.
He really needed a cold shower.
OHMYGOD. I am soooo sorry about such a long update! My birthday and Christmas were a nightmare, as was New Year's... Family problems -_-
I know I said we were getting darker this chapter, but I needed to give some fluff first. I'm not entirely sure I like this chapter! I've redone it 2937429374 times now, so feedback would be REALLY appreciated!
Again, SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE! Reviews and Comments are welcome, as always! Thanks to all my loyal reviewers and Readers!