A stakeout remembered.
On a hot summer night Ranger and Tank sat on another stakeout. Due to a huge take down yesterday in coalition with the Trenton Police Department, several guys were off today and he decided to do the stakeout himself, especially since he needed to call in contract workers.
Ranger could feel the sweat beading on his brow, clothes sticking to his overheated body, as time seemed to crawl. Ranger shifted slightly in his seat they had been sitting for what felt like hours but had only been an hour watching the JJ's bar. Jesus Rodriquez had been reported in the area.
Though he would never admit it, he got bored just as easily as everyone else on a stakeout. Tonight his thoughts turned back to memories of another stakeout he had done with Stephanie this past February...
...Stephanie wiggled in her seat again he knew she couldn't stand stakeouts, but the intimacy spending so much time close to her involved was something he treasured. Each time she moved, it reminded him of what she felt like skin-to-skin that night. The memories helped pass the long hours of watching and waiting.
His attention had been drawn to her as she began digging through her purse again. Having already eaten her Tasty Cakes, then the Oreos, on to M&M's. He wondered what would else could be in there, she had pulled a small bag and opened it. It was a makeup bag.
She flipped down the visor to look in the mirror.
'Babe', he protested.
'What? I'm paying attention.'
A small smile tipped the corners of his lips. She's always so defensive when she knows she's doing something she shouldn't. It's a trait he hope she would never outgrow he found endearing.
Shaking his head he continue to look at the skip's house, taking the time to visually sweep the neighborhood every ten seconds or so.
And he continued to watch her out of the corner of my eye.
Stephanie is a beautiful woman. Physically, not all that out of the ordinary, pretty, but not stunning. But her beauty came from within. When you glimpse her heart or soul, she's breathtaking.
Right now though, I'm perfectly happy with her physical appearance, all of his attention is fixed on her.
Whether she's aware of his eyes on her or not, apparently her body is because he saw her nipples harden as he continued to watch her chest, hoping for peek.
He allowed his eyes to slide upward he see a pink flush on her cheeks. Not from blusher since he had yet to see her retrieve that.
She put away her powder and pulled out her mascara. Opening the tube, she pulled the brush part way out before pushing it back into the tube. She does that two or three times before removing it entirely and coating her lashes.
Taking a slow, deep breath, he reminded himself that they were on a stakeout and he should be watching the target house.
When she repeated the in and out move again before coating her other eye he knew his control is just about to snap.
He wanted to kiss her, hold her, caress her, take her, make her his in every way he can think of and then let her do the same to me.
The arguments about not being able to give enough of himself are so far from his mind right now they might as well belong to someone else.
When she dropped her mascara in the bag and pulled out her lipstick, it's the final straw.
He'd watched her as she smoothed the cream across her lips and longed it to be his tongue instead.
As she took the top off of this latest tube he felt the last threads of resistance begin to break as she turned the base to expose the lipstick.
The last thread broke and the irrational thought that he wanted to be that tube of lipstick ran through his head.
He was a man after all.
He liked sex.
He liked having it.
He liked having it with women.
He liked having with Stephanie
He never tried to hide that.
Reaching out he grabbed the makeup bag and lipstick, tossed them in the back seat and fused his mouth to hers in a molten kiss.
When he finally eased up he gently caressed her now-swollen lips with his tongue, pressing it just as the lipstick would have done before, sucking her bottom lip between and nipping it gently.
Ranger kissed her again, taking her lips with his, tongue pushing into her mouth, wanting to feel the heat of her mouth.
With one last kiss he pulled back slightly and asked. 'Do you want this?'
Yes, she breathed before her hand came up, tangled in his hair at the back of his head and forced his mouth against hers.
He wanted everything. Even when he had backed away from her, he still wanted her. Ranger had always kept her at arms length away from the darkness of his life. She always wanted more than he had been willing to give.
Tonight, he was going to change that.
The arguments about not being able to give enough of himself had been so far from his mind, they might as well have belonged to someone else.
A few minutes later, they had broken apart again.
'Dios' he said, voice low and rough, almost a growl.
'What about the stakeout?' she asked.
His rational mind cursed his distraction from duty and while his non-rational mind cursed his rational mind for caring.
Ranger kissed her again, taking her lips under his and caressed them with the tip of his tongue, pushing into her mouth, wanting to feel the heat of her mouth.
He wanted everything.
Glancing at the clock he saw that it was 10:48. Two minutes before the next shift shows up. 'Two minutes, Babe' he had said.
She let out a sigh, and turned to look out the window.
It was the longest two minutes of his life.
As soon as he the next shift pulled up, he turned on the car and peeled out.
'Where are we going?'
There was only one response, 'My place, hold on Babe, we are in for the ride of our lives...'
That February night had changed everything.