Disclaimer : I don't own the characters !
Hi everyone,
First of all, I wish you a very happy new year.
Then I want to apologize for not posting new chapters in the past few months, but I was not in that state of mind to translate my stories. Work was already taking a lot of energy from me that I was already struggling to find the time to write in my own language.
From today, I would take care of translations only on weekends. During the week, I work and I will devote my free time to writing.
So thank you for your patience and I hope you are doing well !
The next day !
It was five in the morning, and Chris's eyes were wide open. She was not at all sleepy and the alarm clock was only going to ring in an hour. Street was still asleep. The young woman could get up and get dressed and go for a run or whatever, but no. She straightened up so that she could observe her boyfriend. He looked so innocent when he was sleeping. The month after Street and Molly split, Chris had felt relieved and sad at the same time. Relieved because the jealousy that gripped her had evaporated and replaced with a desire to make the lawyer pay for making her friend suffer. And she was sad because if he was in pain, part of it was her fault. If Chris could have guessed what was going to happen, she would have refrained from introducing them.
"You're staring." Street muttered, not opening his eyes.
"So what ?" She arched an eyebrow, even though he couldn't see it. "You want me to stop ?"
"Why are not you sleeping ?" he asked, instead.
"I am no longer sleepy." she replied.
"And…" He opened his eyes. "Are you going to watch me sleep until the alarm goes off ?"
"That's a problem ?" she asked, not without a smile. "I know you've done this with me before."
He rolled his eyes before picking up his phone to check the time. They had fifty minutes left. He put the device down, turned to Chris and kissed her. She let it go, and he rolled her onto her back before sliding his right hand under the duvet, then under the sweatshirt Chris was wearing to stroke her bare skin. He groaned when he felt the absence - once again - of underwear.
"Tell me you took it off while I was sleeping, and that you didn't lie next to me without wearing any panties."
"Um, what answer would you prefer that I give ?" she asked, biting her lip to keep from laughing.
"Chris…" he warned her, without going any further.
Street felt stuck with the lust that threatened to implode any second. He always waited for Chris to give her approval before touching her intimately or making love to her.
"I just thought that last night, when I lay down next to you, you wanna ..."
"Oh I want to make love to you all the time." he said. "But it's you who decides, Chris. We don't have to have sex every day, but stop provoking me by wearing only my sweatshirt, and nothing else underneath. It makes me… well, let's just say I'm just a man very much in love with his girlfriend."
Chris chuckled. Weird, because since being with Street, she spent her time giggling like a fifteen year old.
"Okay, I'll make sure I always wear panties." she said, before pushing him to reverse their places. "But I have nothing against a gigantic morning orgasm."
Street reacts immediately by straightening up to kiss him. Fiery. Impatient. All tiredness gone, Street grabbed a condom from the drawer of his nightstand, which Chris took from his hand and tore the paper with his teeth. She pushed the young man on his back, rolled the condom along his erect penis after lowering his jogging to his knees. Taking him in her hand, she guided him inside her and let herself slide on this turgor. It wasn't the first time they'd made love in the morning, and it sure wouldn't be the last. Throwing her head back when she felt him stop at the very bottom of her femininity, Chris let out a moan that she didn't have time to swallow. Street's hands rested on her thighs, caressing her before gripping her hips to support her movements. He straightened up and took the sweatshirt off her, releasing and showing the rest of her body. He wiggled his hips along with Chris. Their mouths found each other, muffling the sounds that came from them to each other, evidence of the pleasure that ran through their bodies. Close to climax, Street reversed their positions, lifting one of his legs over his shoulder. Her penetrations grew wider, deeper and Chris felt a new wave pass through her. The bed creaked under them, but they didn't care, lost in each other's gaze as they continued to make one until a searing orgasm hit them. Breathless, body sweaty, they exchanged a smile.
"I'm ready for the day." Street said, making Chris laugh.
They took turns taking their showers, and Chris decided to have breakfast outside. Well, she decided because she had won their bet two days earlier, and Street couldn't deny her anything for another five days.
"Turn down the volume next time." Luca told them as they stood in the doorway.
"We'll give you earplugs on your birthday." Chris teased.
"Sorry we got… carried away." Street said.
Yeah, that's it !" Luca quipped. "I kick your ass in the ring in practice for making me lose twenty minutes of sleep. No bet this time. Just a good old man face to face with friends."
"Deal !" Street replied.
They took Chris's car, which took them to the diner they had come to on the morning of his break-up with Molly. It was a place the cops liked to go to. The coffee was great, and the pancakes were the best in LA. They sat down at a table, facing each other.
"Hi you two !" said the waitress and owner of the diner. "Where's the rest of the team ?"
"Uh, it's a one-on-one breakfast." Chris replied.
"Coworkers or more than that ?" asked the waitress, whose name was Fran.
"Both." Street said. "We have been a team member in the field, and in life for two months."
She congratulated them, and took their order.
"I'm a bit angry for waking Luca up." Chris said, wincing.
"I can't help it if the bed creaks." Street said, before adding, teasingly, "And it's not my fault I rock your world and make your scream."
"Jim !" she cried, covering her mouth with one hand to hide her smile.
"What ?" They brought them their coffees. "And you kinda came for me this morning with your obsession with not wearing underwear."
"I told you I won't do it again." she reminded him.
"I never said it bothered me." he contradicts her.
"You have to know what you want." she chuckled.
They were interrupted by the waitress who brought them the pancakes before leaving. They were halfway through their plate when their phones rang. An urgent message from work.
"It's very close to here." Chris said.
Street put two twenty dollar bills on the table as Chris sent a reply to the commander's center, warning that she and Street were near where they were expected. Only a few minutes separated them from the scene of the police chase with a fugitive reported armed and dangerous. A patrol vehicle roadblock was parked and surrounded the front of an abandoned building, it seemed. Chris and Street got out of the vehicle, just as the rest of the team got into their personal vehicle. As one man, they dressed in their own outfits and put on their bulletproof vests. Donovan Rocker, the leader of Unit 50-Squad, arrived at the scene driving Black-Betty with his team.
"Rocker and his men will secure the entrances and exits." Hondo stated. "We search the floors until we find our suspect. Stay in groups of two. Chris, you'll be with Tan. Street with me, and Luca with Deacon. Snipers will cover us just in case."
Arms in hand, Hondo's team searched the building floor by floor. It contained fifteen floors, and it was on the seventh that Street - as he was rummaging through the rooms on that floor with his unit leader - came upon him. White, in his forties and muscular, with a bald head and a gun pointed at the young man, who immediately took cover when the first shots rang out.
This is 26-David, suspect on the seventh floor, northeast. He's armed." Street said into his radio.
"This is 20-David, I'm coming." Hondo's voice came over the radio.
"24-David, we're just a floor down, we'll meet you." Chris's voice said.
And so on. When the shooting stopped, Street glanced up and saw the suspect throw down his gun - presumably empty - and escape down a hallway.
"The suspect fled down a hallway. I'm chasing him." Street said, stepping in the direction of the suspect with caution. "He dropped his gun."
Reaching level with the weapon, he crouched down to pick it up, and checked the magazine. Empty. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Hondo, who nodded to tell him to continue. Which Street did after putting the gun down. The barrel of his gun raised in front of him, he advanced slowly. The hallway was long, with a door on either side a few yards away. The first room - which he inspected after Hondo joined him - was empty. Cautiously, he approached the second, and waited for his boss to pat him on the shoulder to give him the green light to enter. He stepped out the door, when it slammed behind him, causing him to turn around immediately. The suspect charged Street like a bull in an arena. Street raised his gun in front of him for protection, before hitting the man with his head. The man wobbled back, and Street took the opportunity to shoot a right hook in his jaw, as the door opened on Hondo and Deacon, guns pointed at the suspect, who came to his senses and charged Street again, but the young man raised his arm and hit him with all his might on the chest. He fell to the ground, and Street aimed the barrel of his gun at him.
"Don't move. You are under arrest !"
He caught his breath as Deacon handcuffed the suspect.
"This is 20-David. Suspect apprehended." Hondo announced over the radio, then looked at Street. "Good work.
As he stepped out into the hallway, he caught Chris's gaze. They nodded, and the group got down and left the building.
At S.W.A.T. HQ, after completing the mission report, Street went to the locker room. His right arm was slightly sore from the last blow to the suspect. He took off his jacket and t-shirt, slowly wiggling his arm to release the tightness he felt, when Chris entered.
"Are you OK ?" she asked, sitting down across from him on the bench.
"Yeah, it's just that the guy was tough." he replied. "I will see a doctor if my arm hurts, I promise."
"Let me see !"
He reached out to her, and Chris felt it and spotted the area where he was feeling the tingling pain.
"Nothing's broken, that's it already." she says.
"I think I would have felt it if I had broke something." he said. "It's going to be fine, I promise. I'll take it slow today."
"You promised Luca a face to face in the ring." she reminded him.
"He's gonna have to wait." Street said. "I know I'm at your feet for another five days, or four, I've lost count... but am I allowed a massage tonight ?"
"It might be..." She motioned for him to come closer, then whispered in his ear : "If you use your tongue to make me cum."
"Chris…" he growled, gritting his teeth.
She placed a kiss right under his ear, then pulled back and released his arm, just in time as Hondo and Deacon entered the locker room.
"Do we have to have a discussion about how to behave at work ?" Hondo asked them.
"No, Jim's arm just hurts after his muscular one-on-one with the suspect." Chris replied. "I just made sure he didn't have anything too serious."
"Are you okay, Street ?" Hondo asked him.
"Yeah, my arm is a bit numb and a little tight, but it's okay." replied the young man, who put on his S.W.A.T.'s shirt "I promise, I'll go to the hospital if things don't get better."
"I can face Luca in the ring for you, if you want ?" Chris offered, looking at Street.
"Is there a problem with Luca ?" Deacon asked.
"No, we just had to have a little friendly fight, that's all." reassured the young man, before answering his girlfriend : "You know what will happen if you go in at my place. Especially now that you live with us permanently. "
"Oh yeah. You would hear about it all the time." Chris said. "Okay, I'll just beat him at the shooting range."
She smiles before leaving the locker room.
"Has she moved in with you ?" Hondo wondered.
"Luca's idea." Street said, getting up from the bench. "And I'm not unhappy with it. I know we go fast but, I have never felt so good with someone."
"Yeah, we see it when you're together." Deacon said. "And we don't care if you speed it up. As long as you are sure how you feel for each other, what other people think is irrelevant."
"Thank you, I appreciate your support." Street said. "I wasn't sure you would approve for both of us."
"What would have been problematic is if she had been your boss, or you hers." Hondo said. "Which is not the case. There is no reason for anyone to stop you from being together. All I want from you is to stay professional during your working hours. That's all."
"We won't let you down." Street promised him.
The friendly face-to-face meeting between Street and Luca was forgotten when his roommate learned that his arm was hurting.
"We'll get in the ring when things get better." Luca reassured him.
…
That evening, after dinner, Chris and Street bowed out and locked themselves in the bedroom after going to the bathroom.
"You're not fun !" Luca had told them.
"I'll make up for it tomorrow night if we're not working." Street had promised him. "And I'll give you the beating of your life in Street Fighter."
"And I could eat popcorn and laugh at you two." Chris had said before pulling Street into the bedroom.
Alarm clock on each of their phones, five minute intervals just in case, and both half-naked, Chris pushed Street onto the bed and sat astride him. She massaged his right shoulder, then moved down his arm.
"Are you still in pain ?" she asked.
"Not really." he replied. "It's been a pretty calm day and I've been careful with my arm."
"Come on, lie on your stomach. I promised you a massage." she said before adding : "Remember what I expect in return ?"
"I haven't forgotten." he assured.
For about ten minutes, Chris ran her hands along his back, sitting on his buttocks, and massaged him from the shoulders to the lower back. She could feel the tension draining from her man's body.
"I stop if you fall asleep." she warned him.
"Um, don't sleep." he mumbled.
She continued for another five minutes, before adding her lips to the massage. He rolled over onto his back, and motioned for Chris to lean over. She did, and they kissed. He reversed their places, and stripped her of her bra. There, he encompassed her breasts in his hands, massaging them slowly before sucking, in turn, her erect nipples. He played with his tongue and his fingers, then, went down on her stomach and took away her last bulwark. He pulled Chris by the ankles to the edge of the bed, knelt on the floor, and slipped her partner's legs over his shoulders. He placed a kiss between her thighs, rising each time closer to her femininity. If you use your tongue to make me cum… Those were Chris's words in the locker room. So he only used his tongue, which he slid between her damp folds until he found her clit.
Chris must have bit her lip. Street's tongue caressed her with such confidence. She gripped the quilt between her fingers. It was so good, and frustrating at the same time because he purposely stopped here and there, always as orgasm threatened to strike. He was good at driving her crazy, and he didn't deny it. But deliverance came, much to Chris's delight who put a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming as he sucked her clit between his lips. Street put on a condom and entered her, bringing their bodies closer together and grabbing her mouth for a long, languid kiss. She locked her legs around him. He locked her in his arms, stood up and slammed her against the wall. She clung to him, drowning her moans in her mouth as Street continued to lose himself in her until he felt her tighten around him.
It was indescribable, that sense of well-being that overwhelmed them whenever they found themselves with each other. Full of their passionate embrace, the couple gently kissed over and over again.
"I have never made love so much in my life." Chris admitted. "You are driving me crazy."
"Mission accomplished." Street muttered, against her mouth. "Um, I love you."
"I love you too, but we better get some sleep." she says.
"Five more minutes."
And he returned to her lips, which he kissed to make her lose her breath.
A week later !
Everything was really going for the best between the two teammates / lovers. The three-way cohabitation was going just as well. Street made sure to hang out with his best friend, whom he didn't want to give up on the pretext that his girlfriend was now living with them. When they weren't on standby at night, the two pals would spend an hour or two battling it out over video games, which Chris often entertained when she stayed at home with them, but she got over it early on evenings either with Erica or with her aunt, and she would come back in the evening with leftover tamales which Street and Luca threw themselves on. At work, when they were out on the pitch, Hondo kept them apart most of the time, although they demonstrated perfectly that they could always team up without difficulty when given the opportunity by the unit chief. They didn't blame Hondo for parrying them with Deacon, Luca or Tan on a mission. They even understood perfectly. They had promised the Commander and Hondo that they would stay professional and leave their privacy outside of work, and they never went back on their word.
That morning, Chris was lacing her shoes in the bedroom, when she received a text from Erica.
[From Erica]
Girls' breakfast ?
Chris advised the time. She still had an hour and a half ahead of her before she had to show up at HQ. She shrugged her shoulders and replied :
[From Chris]
With pleasure.
They arranged to meet at the diner the cops liked to go to, then Chris stood up and grabbed her backpack when the door opened onto Street.
"Breakfast is almost ready." he said to him.
"I pass." she slipped into his arms and kissed him. "I have to meet Erica in twenty minutes. If that's okay with you ?"
"Yeah, go ahead, but you have lunch with me." he replied.
"Deal!" They kissed longer. "Um, I have to go."
She greeted Luca in passing, and was gone a minute later.
"Carpool, buddy ?" Luca offered to Street as he left.
"I'll take my bike." replied the latter.
"Do you have enough gas ?" his friend asked.
"I'll stop on the way." Street said. "We'll meet at HQ, and I'll kick your ass in the ring."
Luca laughed but accepted the challenge.
...
Street pulled up to a gas station on his way to HQ to refuel his motorcycle. He went to pay for the filling, and as he stepped out of the small building, he couldn't help but look around. Professional distortion, no doubt. He memorized the models of the surrounding vehicles, and got back on his motorcycle. While driving, he had a funny feeling. He's been in S.W.A.T. for almost four years now, and more since becoming a cop. There were feelings that did not deceive. Like being spied on. When the red light turned green, he went straight ahead instead of turning right to reach the HQ. He could go straight to work and check out the footage of his commute, but he didn't want to appear paranoid and use the city's resources to his advantage. He parked in front of a grocery store. Taking off his helmet, he stood in front of the window and looked at his reflection. Behind him, across the street, parked a gray SUV. The same gray SUV that had been at the gas station five minutes earlier. Coincidence? Probably not. Street walked into the grocery store, greeted the cashier, and walked around the small store. He picked up a bottle of Lemon Gatorade. Closing the refrigerator door, he saw through the window a man a few yards behind him. Hands in pockets, green hooded jacket pulled up over his head and his eyes fixed on the ground. Keeping his cool, Street walked quietly towards the cash register. He put the bottle and his helmet on the counter, then put his backpack on the floor and looked up at the mirror above the cash register, which looked straight behind him. Pulling out his phone, he typed a message and sent it to members of his unit. Simple and concise.
[From Street]
S.O.S
He put his phone away, and looked back at the mirror. The man was behind him, and he had one hand in the right pocket of his jacket. The other was hanging down his body. Street felt his phone vibrate, but he remained focused on the man. A split second. Just a fraction of a second. The man pulled his hand out of his jacket pocket. He was holding a gun. Street acts in a second. He turned as the man pointed the gun at him. The blow started...
It's a cliffhanger or I'm just unfamiliar with it.
Don't worry, Street survives ... but I won't tell you more.
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