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Three weeks later !

Street's recovery had gone off without a hitch. For the first few days, he stayed at home doing nothing but sleeping, reading or watching TV. Every day he was visited by Hondo's mother, Annie or even Bonnie. The team members had also come by, making sure he was resting properly. After a week of rest, he could walk without help from Chris or Luca. He could sit still without it pulling on his stitches. On the eleventh day, he says goodbye to the bandage. The wound had closed very well, and the stitches had gone away on their own. The nurse had come one last time, and told him that everything was perfectly clean, and that there was no risk in wetting the place where he had been injured. So Street had taken a long, life-saving shower. That evening, when she had come home from work, Chris had found herself embroiled in a long kiss, pressed against the first wall that came along. To the great despair of Luca who had very politely asked them to continue their smooching session in their room.

They hadn't made love yet. Street wanted to make sure he was 100 percent recovered before he locked himself in his room with Chris and did whatever he had in mind to her. But that hadn't stopped him from kissing her, touching her and caressing her. And the young woman returned the favor with as much fervor. But both were frustrated because they wanted more. They needed more.

Three weeks had passed since his injury. In an auscultation room at the hospital, after having had a CT scan of his abdomen, he was wearing this horrible itchy gown, and was eager to get rid of it.

"Your scanner is good, Mr. Street." the doctor told him.

The same one who had operated on him.

"Good, but good how ?" Street asked. "Am I 100% recovered ?"

"Yes. Apart from your scar in the abdomen, there is no longer any trace that shows that you were wounded by a bullet." answered the doctor. "You can go back to the field."

"Thank God." he sighed. "Three weeks staying at home is way too long. Can I get back to sport, and do absolutely what I want ? Like, with my girlfriend ?"

The doctor sneered, but replied in the affirmative.

"I'll make you a certificate for your boss." he says.

Thirty minutes later, certificate in hand, he knocked on Commander Hicks's door, who looked up from the file he was looking at.

"Street, come in my boy." he said standing up. "What are you doing here ? I thought you weren't supposed to resume for a week."

"I just got out from the hospital, and my results are good. I am fit to return to work."

He handed him the medical certificate, and waited for Hicks to finish looking through it before continuing.

"I would still like to take this last week off to get back in shape. I must admit that three weeks without doing sports, sitting in front of the TV, it leaves traces."

"Yes of course." Hicks nodded. "Use the shooting range and weight room as much as you want. It's time for 26-David to take back his place in S.W.A.T."

"Thank you, Commander !"

As he left the office, he came across his team, who were returning from training.

"Hey, look who's here !" cried Luca.

""Hi guys !" Street said, smiling.

Once the hugs with the guys on the team were over, he took Chris in his arms and kissed her furtively, ignoring the teasing around him, and not only from his team.

"What brings you here, tell me ?" Hondo asked.

"I went to see Hicks. The doctor gave me the green light. I can go back to work." he announced.

"That is good news." Luca said.

"Yeah, we were starting to miss you on the team." Deacon said.

"I was just starting ?" he pretended to be sad, making them laugh.

"So, when are you coming back ?" Hondo asked.

"Next week. I'm going to get in shape, get back into sports and do a few rounds at the shooting range. I want to make sure I'm on top." Street said.

"We're here if you need a hand." Hondo told him.

Lynch arrived before Street could thank them. They had a case going.

"I leave you to work." he says.

There he leaned into Chris's ear and whispered :

"Don't hesitate to wake me up if you come home late."

Which implied sex, and more sex.

On his way home, Street stopped for a few errands and stocked up on vitamins and homemade juices and smoothies. He made himself an omelet with vegetables, which he ate in front of the TV and, once the kitchen was cleaned, and he had digested his lunch, he went into the bedroom, took off his sweatshirt and put on a tank top before making a series of push-ups. He started with a series of fifty, caught his breath, swallowed half a bottle of water and repeated for an hour before taking a shower. He preferred not to wear himself out the first day he was allowed to return to duty. He spent the rest of his day cleaning the apartment and doing the laundry. Even Luca's. At seven o'clock, seeing neither Luca nor Chris return, he sent a message to Chris, asking her how the investigation was going.

[From Chris]

Done. I'm coming home. Without Luca, he has a date.

"Yes !" cried Street, knowing full well that he was alone.

He decided not to prepare anything for dinner. He would wait for Chris to come home to find out what she wanted to eat. At worst, he would order something. He went into the bedroom, opened the nightstand drawer and made sure he had enough condoms. He jotted down in a corner of his memory to go and buy some tomorrow. There were, but after three weeks of abstinence...

"Patience Jim, be patient !" he said aloud to himself.

So he waited, watching TV. He watched the news, and learned that the S.W.A.T. chased bank robbers in a hot pursuit. The bad guys had of course been arrested, and no one had been hurt. He was eager to be able to return to the field, but for that he had to find his form back. He may not have been on the sidelines for months, but S.W.A.T. was clear after injury. Regardless of the severity, you had to be one hundred percent fit for the field. It was one thing to be rehabilitated by the doctors. It was quite another when you were part of the special police unit. The door finally opened for Chris. Street jumped up after turning off the TV, and greeted the young woman with a long kiss.

"Hi baby !" he said before taking his mouth hostage again.

Chris, intoxicated from the kiss, dropped her bag on the floor, and Street took the opportunity to lift her off the floor and seat her on the kitchen table. He slipped between her legs, when she pushed him aside just so she could take off her denim jacket, as well as her sweater.

"Beautiful !" he breathed, as she took off her sports bra.

"You saw me naked this morning." she reminded him.

"Yeah, but it's not the same." he says. "I avoided touching you so as not to lose my mind, and today I can finally do what I want with you. Shower ?"

"I took one from HQ." She bit his lip. "In the bedroom, right now !"

He didn't need to be asked, and picked her up again. The rest of the clothes didn't take long to fly all over the room. Street wanted to savor her, but he needed too much to regain that familiarity when he took possession of her body, so, once lying down, he put on a condom and entered her, drawing a sigh of relief from them. Chris wrapped one leg around his waist, and pulled Street towards her by the back of his neck to kiss him. Their tongues played with each other, fighting to gain the upper hand.

"Chris, I won't last long."

"Me niether !"

Three weeks. Three long weeks. It had been difficult for both of them. All the kisses in the world had failed to repel all the desire they had been curbing ever since. They enjoyed in a great common cry. A common deliverance that left them completely out of breath.

They lay there for long minutes, exchanging long languorous kisses before deciding to leave the room to take a shower. And especially because their stomach was crying out for food.

In simple sports underwear, Chris was rinsing and hulling strawberries in the kitchen, when his man's hands snuck up on his waist.

"Hi !"

She smiled and tilted her head to the side to give him better access to her neck, which he sprinkled with kisses.

"How about we go back to the bedroom ?"

"We haven't eaten yet." she replied.

"Well, let's take these strawberries with us, and I'll devour them on you." he says.

"Leave some to Luca ?" she asked.

Street's pfff was enough of an answer. He nibbled on his partner's neck, making her giggle and moan at the same time. She followed him into the bedroom, the bowl of strawberries in her hand.

"Are we really going to eat strawberries for dinner ?"

"Yeah !" said Street, closing the door, picking up a piece of fruit and wedging it between his teeth.

He tilted his head towards Chris's, who smiled and bit into the fruit.

"Hmm, it really is better this way." smiled the young man.

"You're crazy." Chris said, putting the bowl down on the bed.

"I intend to enjoy every moment, every minute of my life, and eating strawberries with you for dinner is one of those moments I want to savor." he said, wrapping an arm around her waist. "What do you say ?"

"Um..." She pretended to think, clasping her hands behind his neck. "I'm in."

She pulled away as quickly as she had stuck to him, took the bowl of strawberries, and slid into bed. She lifted a fruit to her lips, and bit into it. The movement of her mouth caught Street's hungry gaze.

The next morning, the roommate trio woke up at dawn and headed to the beach for a morning jog. Street kept teasing Luca, and vice versa.

"Come on grandpa, let's get moving." cried the younger.

"I'll show you who the grandpa is !" Luca replied.

Street sped up his pace, laughing out loud as Luca tried to catch up to him. Chris watched them bicker, smiling. These two spent their time sniping at each other. Ten minutes later, they returned to their cars, sweating.

"Only six days left, buddy." Luca said, patting Street friendly on the shoulder. "Six more days and you're back in your place."

"Yeah, he felt lonely. Nobody wants to bet with him at the shooting range." said Chris, who had drunk half a bottle of water.

"Probably to avoid hearing him moan for beating him." Street added.

"Very funny !" Luca taunted.

"No messing around, I can't wait to get back to it." Street said. "Thank you for everything you have done over the past three weeks. I know I was a bit boring to bitch."

"At least you had Chris as your personal nurse." Luca teased.

The couple rolled their eyes, but Luca was right. If Chris hadn't been one hundred percent supportive like she was, Street's recovery might have taken longer than expected. And more painful, too. He also had to thank Annie, Bonnie and all the people who had come to visit him during his long days of solitude. They went back to the house, and they took their shower each in turn. At least Street waited until Luca left to slip into the bathroom and join Chris in the shower.

"I missed that too." he says.

"What ?" she asked.

"You, dripping with water as I savor you from head to toe." he replied.

"Seems like you did that last night." she reminded him.

"Honey, don't spoil my joy that I can go back to who I was before I got shot." He kissed her to keep her from talking. "Hmm, I love you."

"I love you too."

She rubbed her nose against his, then, on his cheek, in his neck before replacing with her lips, which she slid along his chest. She ran her tongue over the scar above his abdomen, an everlasting sign of the bullet that had lodged in his flesh. Arrived at her erect penis, she did not resist and took it in her mouth. Street threw his head back, reveling in the feel of her lips moving back and forth over him. It was the first time that Chris had given him oral sex. He had never meant to force her to do anything, and having her take the initiative on her own was even sweeter. She knew exactly what she was doing, stoking his pleasure using her tongue and her hand. He didn't want to cum that way. Not this time. He pulled away and picked her up, taking her hand. He kissed her, pressing her gently against the shower wall.

"Turn around !" he growled, on the verge of implosion.

Chris did, hands flat on the wall. Street barely spread her legs and slid into her. He took her eagerly, one hand on her waist and the other holding both hands above her head by the wrists. Feeling himself coming, he slipped his hand between Chris's wet folds and stroked her clit to make her cum before him, and he pulled out just as his seed spurted out. The hot water had been cold for a little while, but they didn't care. Chris turned around, freeing her hands which she wrapped around his neck and kissed him languidly.

They left the bathroom and went to their room, wrapped in towels.

"Did I hurt you ?" he asked, gently cupping her wrists in his hands.

"No, and I loved it." she replied, before cupping his face. "I love you, and I could have let go of your grip if I wanted to."

It wasn't wrong.

"You have to tell me if it becomes too much for you. Sometimes I want to take you harder, to be wilder in bed with you…"

"Then be wilder with me." she whispered.

"Yeah ?" he gasped as she nudged his nipple with her thumb.

"Yeah !"

Their mouths immediately met in a passionate kiss. They were stopped in their tracks by Chris' phone.

"Shit !" she breathed. She consulted him. "I have to go."

She dressed under Street's appreciative gaze, then, when she was ready, she took his face in her hands and kissed him one last time.

"I love you !"