A/N: Oh early Ked and how I love to play around in this time :) Enjoy xx Mariah
Katie [DEC 27 5:37 PM] Still coming to pick me up tonight?
Ned [DEC 27 5:41 PM] Life-threatening injuries couldn't keep me away :) I'm almost to your parent's house don't worry. Is it ok if I bring a friend though? He needed a ride to the party.
Katie [DEC 27 5:42 PM] Who are you bringing? Have I met them?
Ned [DEC 27 5:44 PM] I'm taking that as a yes ;) And you haven't met him. He's an academy buddy of mine.
Katie sighed and tossed her phone onto the bed. She turned and looked at her outfit in the mirror. She'd picked a black pencil skirt with fleece tights, knee-high black boots, and a red sweater. She wasn't sure how fancy the station party was going to be.
The doorbell rang a few minutes later and she heard her father as he greeted her boyfriend upstairs. The sound of footsteps as they down up the stairs was followed a few moments later and he knocked on the wall before he came down the last few steps.
"You can come down," she said, pulling her coat on and buttoning it before she grabbed her clutch and purse off the bed. She smiled when she saw Ned in his winter jacket and silver dress pants. "I hope I'm not underdressed. I just wore a skirt and sweater."
"It's not a black tie event," he shook his head and came toward her, holding out the flowers he held in his hands. "Don't worry. I bet you look beautiful."
She could tell that they weren't store-bought flowers. He'd gone to a florist. The fresh sunflowers and red roses were magnificent. They were two of her favorite kinds of flowers.
"These flowers are beautiful, Ned. You didn't have to go out of your way and get these, you know," she smiled, bringing them to her nose to breathe in the fresh smell.
He shrugged and followed her as she went to set them in the empty vase that was sitting on the dresser. She brought it into the bathroom and put a bit of water in it before coming back over to him.
"It was worth it," he said, kissing her cheek as he took hold of her hand. "You good to go?"
"Yeah," she said and squeezed his hand. "I'm good to go."
"Hey, Katie."
She took a sip of her soda and looked to find Devon, one of her boyfriend's closest and longest friends. They had both gone into academy together and at first, he'd transferred to Brookside, but after a year there he'd transferred back to Grandview.
Katie had never been a big fan of him, per say. He'd always picked on her when they were younger. Mostly because she hung around Ned constantly and would "ruin" their time to play video games together.
"Hi, Devon." She said, turning back to look at the food table she was standing by. She'd left Ned at the table to go get more of the little pickle wraps they had. They were her favorite. "Am I in your way?"
Devon just shook his head and looked down at the floor. "I've owed you an apology since you were ten," he said.
"I know," she said, picking up a few more and adding them to her plate before she shuffled to look down at the dessert trays. Ned had asked her to grab a few more sugar cookies for him. "You were a shithead."
"Well, I guess I deserved that," he cleared his throat. "But I am sorry. I've straightened out. I swear."
Instead of looking back at him immediately, she rolled her eyes and grabbed a few different desserts. "Good," she whispered and turned around.
"I'm sorry, for everything." He sighed, itching the back of his head as he met her eyes. "Especially for when I stripped at that party like two years ago." He laughed.
She pursed her lips and took another sip of her soda. "Yeah, I try not to think of that image," she laughed.
He shifted his weight and leaned an arm on the table beside her, setting down his beer. "Yeah, I bet. Sorry about that, I just hope you and Ned are happy." Her lips twitch at his mention, "I think it's a good thing for both of you."
"Yeah… we are," she looked over at where he was sitting not too far away from them. "I should get back over there. You can join us later if you want."
Devon smiled at her gently. "Yeah, I'll stop over." He tipped his beer at her and brought it to his lips. She pushed him light and as she does, the liquid spilled out of his mouth a little as he stumbled and laughed at the same time.
"Sorry, not sorry, Devon." She chuckled, walking toward Ned.
"I guess I deserved that too," Devon chuckled and turned back toward the food table.
Ned was relaxed in the chair as she came over, his jacket around the back like hers was on her empty chair next to him. He was on his phone, tapping his foot to whatever Christmas song was playing.
Oh, God, he looked damn fine in his warm sweater and silver pants, sculptured on to his body perfectly. He set his phone down and smiled up at her. He slipped his hand around her waist easily as she sat down, and she could feel his fingers press into her back, firm and solid and she was so glad he was always there.
"Hey," he breathed softly, his lips and nose brushing at her cheek as he pressed a kiss there. "You were gone for a little bit."
She secured her arm around him, her fingers latching on to the soft material of his sweater. "Devon and I were talking," he smiled, but she saw something lingering in his eyes, and with his hand on her, as he looked over at him, she smirked when she realized it to be almost jealous, possessive. "He was apologizing for being a brat to me when I was a kid. I said he could sit with us, I hope you don't mind."
He shrugged. "That's great. The more people the merrier." He said and smiled. "Did you get those cookies?"
She slid the plate toward him as she tossed another pickle and ham wrap in her mouth.
More people come over to mingle and talk with Ned, who has always gotten on well with his colleagues. She observed mostly from the sidelines, talking a few times as she sat beside him drinking her soda and occasionally a flute of champagne when Ned could flag one down for her.
She didn't mind. She enjoyed watching Ned laugh and talk and listen to everyone, seeing him exude happiness. But she enjoyed it much more when they both caught each other staring, dark eyes and longing sighs, tongues sweeping across lips and jaws tight in frustration.
She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to kiss him and not have a reason or will to stop.
Where was the damn mistletoe when she needed it?
She lost him to the crowd briefly around ten o'clock and she turned her back, watching her fingers trace up the condensation of her flute of champagne, hoping it will calm her down. She finished it, and it wasn't able to satisfy her anxiety that crawled up her back as she was left alone in the middle of a room full of mostly strangers.
That was when she saw Devon, who helped her out of the mess of the dancefloor and start looking for Ned.
The coil within her tightened and she felt his presence behind her, sweeping to her, his strong chest against her back and his fingertips trailing up her arm.
"Hey, found him. I'm gonna head back out on the dancefloor." Devon nodded and fist-bumped Ned.
He breathed in her hair and she closed her eyes as he spoke, his voice low, commanding and desperate all at the same time. "Can we get out of here, please? I know somewhere we can go..."
"Yes," was all she managed to sigh, turning and placing a hand on his chest to push him back with her. Her hand slipped into his, she gripped him tightly and started to stride away from the room.
She pulled him through doors and down the hallway. He took the lead from there and brought her through corridors until they reach a locked door. He pulled a key out and the door unlocked easily under his hand and once inside, he closed it behind him, the lock clicking into place and his hands pulling her by her wrists to him.
"Oh, Ned," she mumbled against his lips before they meet his.
She felt him chuckle, rumbling deep in his throat and his lips smile wickedly against hers before he pulled her closer as he leaned up against the door. She whimpered as his tongue sweeps passed her lips, and her fingernails drug through his hair, pulling at the ends. Their mouths moved greedily and quickly, their breaths panting into each other.
She could feel him press hard against her thigh, her body pulses, her hips pressing into him with a low, needy moan escaping her throat and her hands fumbling blindly at his hair.
"You look so beautiful tonight," he breathed against her, his hands running against the hem of her sweater slowly. "So Katie Clancy…"
She smiled as his lips touched her jaw, and she hummed in pleasure. "I thought you'd like it," she whispered. "You've always been a fan of my skirts… since high school."
"Now that's just between us," he whispered, kissing her lips lightly.
"I know," she smiled against his lips. "Where are we?"
He pushed off the door and they stood side by side then, looking at the room. It was filled with different old squad car and he looked over at her. "Pick one," he said. "We'll go have some fun."
She chuckled and licked her lips before looking out at the room, pulling on his arm toward one of the cars. He leaned her up against the trunk, pulling open the back passenger door.
"Turn around," he smirked.
She turned around slightly, feeling his hands run up and down her hips as he pulled her toward him. "I'm going to have to search you before I book you."
She chuckled, raising her hands slightly. "Alright officer," she played along as he felt up and down each of her legs. She heard him stand by the squeak of his shoe and pressed him against him again. "Feel away, Officer Banks…"
He groaned, kissing her neck as he ran his hands up and down her sides. His hands circled around to move around and under her breasts before her grasped each of them before sliding down her stomach and around to grasp her hips. "You're all good," he whispered before bringing her toward the backseat where they both slid into and the door was pulled closed behind them.
He leaned down on top of her, kissing her as her legs parted for him to settle between them. He pulled the hem of her sweater up and off of her head. He slipped her bra straps down, spilling her breasts free from her bra. His lips don't leave her skin as he trailed down, torturously slowly away from her lips, down to her jaw and neck. He lavished the sweet spot between her throat and collarbone, sucking and grazing his teeth there, where she knew he would leave a mark but she accepted it happily, holding him with one hand on the his waist, securing him to her, the other pulling the buttons loose on his shirt.
When he reached her shoulder, he continued his trail down, reaching neither of her breasts, which were straining for him, her back keening toward him. Instead, his lips caressed down between her cleavage, his eyes smirking up at her while she squirmed beneath his mouth. Se was undoing the last button and tugging off his shirt before he moves his mouth to the right, circling around her nipple before his tongue flattened over it.
One hand rubbed at his back, while the other frantically reached for his belt buckle on his pants. "Ned…" She was breathless and quieter than she intended to be, but he heard, pulling back with a devilish smile as he held her hands, stopping them from undoing his belt.
"Not here," he reminded her, kissing each of her hands.
She thought he might prolong this, let her suffer as though she hadn't been craving him all night, desperately wanting him. But then he pulled back slightly and kissed her knee before reaching up under her skirt to grab at her tights, pulling them down. He pulled her hips toward him and moved her panties aside to press his mouth to her.
The damp heat pooled between her legs and he pulled back just slightly, his green eyes alight with self-satisfaction. "That's what I'm talking about," he murmured. With his left hand, he spread her folds and brushed them inside her. "Now we're getting somewhere." He hid his triumphant smile behind a kiss to her leg.
She shivered, feeling her flesh prickle to life between the heat of his touch. When his index finger whorled around her, she clamped down on her lower lip so hard that she tasted the metallic tang of blood.
"You like that don't you?" He laughed.
She whimpered her approval and he smirked, increasing the pace of his revolutions on the bundle of nerves. She nodded mutely, acutely aware of the flush of her cheeks and her labored breathing. She had to pray that the darkened car and room where they laid was soundproof enough to disguise their fevered reactions to each other. But when he thrust two fingers inside her, continuing to attack her center with his thumb while he began pumping them in and out of her.
A strangled cry burst from her throat. He was better than anything she'd ever been with, but maybe it had to do with love. With how she'd always felt about him.
"Shhh, sweetheart," he whispered. "It's not soundproof in here, so let's try to stay quiet."
She managed to nod again as her eyelids began to slip closed, the coil in her stomach twisting and tightening. "Ned," she whined. "I…can't… I'm gonna come." She fisted his hair in her hands and arched into him, closing her eyes momentarily. "Ned, oh god."
"Come for me, baby," he chided, kissing her neck deeply. "Don't fight it. Come for me." Her eyes struggled to focus, and as she felt the surge of pleasure began to well up in her she gazed up at him, glassy-eyed. As he plunged his fingers back into her, she shattered with a silent scream, his name slipping off her lips in a ragged whisper. He grinned at her, a predatory gaze to his calm green eyes, as he kept rubbing her center and her orgasm wash over her. "Oh good," he murmured, suckling the soft skin below her earlobe, finally withdrawing his hand from her and bringing it up to his mouth and slowly sucked on each of his finger shooting another electric current through her veins. "You always taste so good…"
She hummed against his chest, feeling the bare skin from his opened shirt. "I want to taste you," she whispered, nudging her face up against him. Her hands were at his belt against, but his hands pulled her back as he leaned back as he sat down on the seat next to her, his look reminding her of what he'd said before.
Not here.
She wet her lips, her tongue feeling thick in her mouth, heat and desire pooling between her legs. She watched as he stiffened further against his pants when she moved to sit up, and his hand enclosed around hers. She slid toward him, leaning toward him to kiss his throat. Her hands feed into his hair, sweaty and mussed up, pushing it back from his forehead. His trace over her too, his fingertips over the bow of her lips, along with the lines of her neck and passed her sides, until they find their home on her ass.
"Y'know, I kind of like jealous Ned," she chuckled. "Even if it was Devon… why are you jealous of him?"
He opened his mouth to protest but stopped at her smirk, the tips of his ears turning red. "I kind of like horny, Katie, and I can't trust him with you after that party in college. He was talking too much smack about you."
"Oh, right," she nodded, rolling her eyes. "Can we go home now… this time with slow, gentle Ned?" She hummed, smiling as she fixed his collar on his shirt as he began to button it back up.
Now he smirked, leaning in to kiss her neck. "And less commanding Katie?"
She swatted his arm, smiling grudgingly and rolling her eyes, but reaching for her sweater as she pulled her bra straps up on her shoulders. "Maybe. It might need to be your Christmas present though."