I know this isn't as... um, detailed... as some of my other work, but I am working on a rather long, very graphic chapter that I hope to post this weekend... so have a quickie ficlet!
She doesn't know what possesses her, but when Renard hides them in the back of his police cruiser with the instructions to come get him and Nick if they're not back in an hour, Rosalee can't keep her hands off of Monroe.
"Rosalee, we can't..." he whispers as she unzips his fly. She cuts off his protestations with a kiss. She climbs over him, straddling his lap, pulling his cock free.
"You sure about that?" she breathes as they part.
"Hmmm... okay... Yeah, if we're quick..." he mutters back before sliding his hands up under her shirt, grasping at her breasts as she deftly shimmies out of her jeans. Monroe briefly catches a glimpse of lacy red panties before they, too, slide off her hips. She rubs her wet pussy along his throbbing manhood.
"You're turning into quite the risk-taker, my love," she whispers as she slides onto him.
"You're a bad influence on me," he responds as he kisses her again, thrusting hard into her, nearly sending her into the roof of the car. Rosalee throws her hands over her head, pushing back against the erratic bucking of his hips. The space is so tight, and their range of motion severely limited, but Rosalee, normally a little claustrophobic, actually enjoys the limits to the range of motion and how it forces them closer together. Soon the two are groaning together as their hips move furiously, trying to finish before they get caught. The danger heightens their pleasure, and Monroe begins to bite at Rosalee's neck as her fingernails dig into the backseat. Rosalee shivers as she comes hard, grinding down on Monroe's lap. He's not far behind, his large hands clutching her waist. They sit, kissing and panting, and Rosalee leans forward to touch their foreheads together.
"I can't believe that just happened..." Monroe breathes heavily as Rosalee pulls off him. "I have been in so many cop cars... but I never experienced that..." Rosalee grabs her pants and starts to pull them on, then looks around frantically.
"Where are my panties?" The two scramble in the small space, but the little slip of red lace is nowhere to be found. However, an approaching light trenchcoat is enough for Rosalee to just pull on her jeans, sans undies, while Monroe zips himself. Rosalee throws herself on him, kissing him fiercely, to make it look like they had only had a passionate make-out session instead. The door opens, and they part, looking startled the best they can. Sean smirks at the two Wesen.
"Having fun?"
"We were until you interrupted. Again," Monroe comments, feigning annoyance as Rosalee giggles. He steals one more kiss as the Captain gets in. "Where's Nick?"
"We need to swing around and pick him up, then we'll take you home."
A few days later, Sergeant Drew Wu is searching for something in the backseat of one of the cruisers when he sees something bright red peeking out of the seat. He pulls it out, then drops it in disgust. A red, lacy pair of panties.
"Why does it always seem like everyone around here is having fun but me?" he grumbles as he gingerly picks up the underwear and deposits them in the nearest trashcan.