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And here I'm back. Sorry but life happens, and sometimes I don't want to work on my translations. I hope you're all okay !


A year and a half later !

"ON YOUR KNEES ! HANDS BEHIND THE HEAD !"

Street and Luca blocked both entrances to the suspect they were chasing, their weapons raised towards him.

"ON THE GROUND !" ordered Street.

Panic gripped the suspect, who had a gun in his right hand, and his gaze went from Street to Luca, searching for a way out.

"Don't even try !" snapped Luca.

While he had his attention planted on Luca, he didn't see Street take a step towards him, the gun lowered to his side. The two officers exchanged a brief look. They had no trouble understanding each other. The suspect barely had time to turn to Street when the latter neutralized him with a right hook in the jaw. His revolver fell to the ground, and Luca kicked it away.

"Hands behind your back !" he ordered.

He kept his gun pointed at him as Street handcuffed him.

"This is 22-David, second suspect subdued." Luca announced over his radio.

"Copy, 22-David." replied Hondo.

"This is 24-David, last suspect on the ground." came Chris's voice.

The team found themselves at the exit of Echo Park, where Black-Betty was parked as well as several patrol cars, whose officers took the suspects in their vehicles.

"We're going back to HQ !" Hondo said.

Back at S.W.A.T. HQ, the three suspects were taken into custody for selling weapons and firing shots at the police. The case was closed.

At the end of the day, separately, Chris and Street took a shower at HQ, as Street had planned to take Chris out to dinner. It was a real tryst. He had planned the real deal. Dinner in the restaurant of a hotel by the sea, where he had reserved a room four months earlier. He was waiting ringside, wearing a navy shirt tucked into black chinos, and a classy pair of shoes he had bought just for the occasion. A black cardigan jacket completed his outfit. He searched his pockets to make sure there was everything he needed inside.

"Wow, Street. You look nice." Tan said. "What is the occasion ?"

"I'm taking Chris to the restaurant." answered the young man. "For your information, we've been together for two years to the day."

"Has it been two years already ?" Luca wondered.

"Yeah !" Street said. "And we're going to celebrate that. Don't wait for us, we won't be home overnight."

"You pulled out all the stops." Hondo said.

"I've been planning this party for…" Street almost froze when he saw her. "… months."

The rest of the team turned around, and had more or less the same reaction as Street. They were all four bewildered. Street, he was totally captivated. She might be part of the S.W.A.T., but Chris had this bit of femininity that she only exploited when necessary. She wore, that evening, a burgundy trouser suit, which perfectly emphasized her curves. What they didn't see – for now – was that the outfit was a very low-cut halterneck all the way down the back. On the feet, red flat heels. In fact, silence was done around. Everyone present was staring at Chris, who looked up at the strange silence. She rolled her eyes when she realized that she had caught the attention of her colleagues. Only Street's mattered to her.

"I'm ready." she smiled at him.

She joined him, walking past her colleagues without taking offense at their astonishment, and slipped her arm through Street's when he recovered from the shock. She sported light makeup, and her hair – which she had let grow out slightly – was slicked back and covered the top of her shoulders.

"See you, guys !" Street told them, before heading out with Chris. "You're beautiful."

"You're very attractive too." she smiles. "So where are we going ?"

"Dinner, for starters. I'm starving." he said.

"After that ?" she asked.

"Be patient, darling !"

The drive to their destination took a good half hour, and Chris was taken aback when Street pulled up to the entrance of a four-star beachfront hotel.

"What are we doing here ?" she asked.

Street didn't answer. He got out of the car without closing the door, walked around to help Chris get out like a perfect gentleman, then gave the keys to the valet to park the car.

"Jim, wait !" She swallowed. "What are we doing here ?"

"We're going to have dinner, then we'll go for a little walk on the beach." He slid a hand to her waist and pulled their bodies closer. "And finally, we will go to the room I have booked for us, and I will make love to you all night long."

"But…Jim I…" The words stuck, from the surprise and promise of what seemed a fabulous night. "This hotel is… super expensive."

"Chris, I've been planning this for months." he said to him. "If it's really too much for you..."

"No uh, I didn't expect that, that's all." she confessed. "You've been so secretive for a few weeks."

He cupped her face with one hand and kissed her.

"Surprise !" he says. "You don't blame me, do you ?"

"No of course not." she smiled at him, moved. "I just didn't expect it. I thought we would go home after dinner."

"Trust me honey, with what I'm planning to do to you, we better be out of anyone's earshot." he said to him. "Especially Luca's."

Chris's cheeks flushed, her lower stomach twitched with the promise and her heart skipped a beat.

"Shall we go ?"

He held out his arm to her. She accepted it and followed him inside the hotel. After presenting themselves at the reception, a hostess led them to the restaurant of the establishment, and to their table. As a gallant man, Street pulled out Chris's chair, and waited until she was seated to sit across from her after removing his cardigan, which he laid across the back of his chair. A waiter came to see them with the wine list, as well as the menus.

"Oh, no alcohol !" Chris said.

"Actually, we're going to have two glasses of Chardonnay." Street said.

"Well sir !"

The waiter left with the wine list.

"Jim, we could be called." she reminded him.

"No !" he said, looking her straight in the eyes. "I arranged everything with Hicks. We have all evening, all night, and tomorrow until four p.m."

The waiter returned with their glass of Chardonnay, and waited patiently for their order before leaving. Street raised his glass, and toasted.

"I raise my glass to the most beautiful woman, and to that kiss you gave me in that parking lot two years ago."

"The best decision of my life." she smiled, raising her own glass.

They clinked glasses and took a sip of this delicious wine.

"You hide your game well." she said, putting down her glass. "What are you up to ?"

"I'm not allowed to offer my girlfriend a great evening ?" he said, smirking.

"Yes, but I have the feeling that you are hiding something from me." she says.

"I don't know what you're talking about at all." he said innocently.

But Chris knew he had something on his mind just with that deceptively innocent attitude. However, she decided to let it flow, and enjoy the present moment. Their dishes arrived, and while feasting, they discussed anything and everything, including work. They couldn't really avoid it.

"How about a new challenge at the shooting range ?" she offered. "The loser lets the other tie them to the bed."

"We have already done that. Quite a few times." he pointed.

"The dessert menu !"

The waiter had just cut them off, and Street had to force himself to answer politely.

"Uh, no thank you." Street said. "Chris ?"

"Oh no, I can't eat anything else right now." she answered.

"I have a great way of making us digest."

He stood up, threw his cardigan over one arm, and held out his free hand to Chris, who took it and followed him to the deck that led to the beach. Chris took off her flat heels, which she kept in one hand and followed her man. The air was slightly chilly, and she shivered slightly. Street threw his cardigan over her shoulders.

"Thank you !" She sighed in his arms, which he wrapped around her. "You are very sweet tonight. More than usual."

"I'm trying to seduce you." he said before whispering in her ear : "Does it work ?"

"Yes, very well indeed." she smiles. She turned in his arms and looked up at him. "Tell me everything, Jim. What was the purpose of this evening, apart from celebrating our two-year relationship ? We said no gift, and here you are offering me a wonderful evening in one of the most expensive hotels in the city, where we will spend the night."

"I've been thinking about it for a while." he confessed. "Actually, I've been thinking about it ever since your aunt brought it up, when you took me to her house for lunch the day after Tan's wedding. I love you, Chris. I love you more than anything, and you are the only woman I can imagine spending my life with."

He opened the box and dropped to one knee in the sand.

"Christina Alonso, will you marry me ?"

Chris's response came without preamble.

"Yes ! Yes, I want it so badly."

Street did not hide his relief, and slipped the ring on Chris's finger, then stood up and kissed her.

"I was afraid you would say no." he confessed.

"Why would I do that ?" She stroked his face. "I love you, Jim, and I too want to spend my life with you."

"I love you so much, if only you knew." he breathed. "You are the love of my life, Chris."

"We said no gifts and, and I don't have anything for you I…"

"You just gave me the greatest gift, Chris." he said to her. "You told me yes. I don't need anything else."

"I…I'm still going to buy you something. Anything you want I…"

He cut her off with a kiss.

"I don't want anything more, Chris. Just you." he breathed. "Let's go up to the bedroom."

She nodded to answer. He lifted her in his arms like a bride, forcing a laugh out of her. They walked through the restaurant like this, Chris giggling like a teenager, and all Street could say to the people staring at them with wide eyes – customers and staff alike – was :

"Sorry, sorry we're just passing through."

And when he came face to face with the manager – it was written on his badge – he said :

"Sorry about that. Could you bring some champagne up to room 627, along with strawberries and whipped cream, please ?"

"Uh, of course." the manager stammered. "Are you celebrating, sir ?"

"Yeah !" Street said.

And there, Chris held her left hand for all to see, showing off her engagement ring and said out loud :

"I said yes."

"I'm having all this brought to you." said the manager, smiling.

"Awesome !" said Street, who, with Chris still in his arms, left the restaurant to the applause of patrons and others, and hurried to the elevators.

Chris pressed the call button.

"Champagne, just that." she amused herself. "Jim, you're crazy."

"Relax baby, I manage." he said to him.

The elevator doors opened and Street entered.

"Press the sixth floor." he told Chris, who complied. The metal doors closed. "The outfit you're wearing is killing me. Literally. And I warn you, I have no intention of being in teddy mode tonight."

Chris burst out laughing at the wording.

"Good, because I'm very, very..." She bit his lip and whispered, "...very wet, if you know what I mean."

The elevator stopped at their floor. Street put her on her feet once in the hallway, and hurriedly found the right room, without letting go of Chris's hand. From the pocket of the cardigan he took out the magnetic card he had collected on arrival, inserted it into the slot of the lock and as soon as the click was heard, he opened the door, pulled Chris inside and closed it with a snap. Chris dropped her shoes on the floor, the cardigan followed. She grabbed Street and started unbuttoning his shirt impatiently. She pushed the garment aside, exposing her lover's torso, who grabbed her by the hips and pinned her against the door.

"How's it going to be tonight, baby ?" he asked, his voice hoarse as she relieved him of his shirt. "Naughty ? Animal ?"

"Anything you want." she replied.

As soon as she said that, she found herself with her back to him, her hands flat against the door. In this position, Street was able to admire the splendid bare back of the outfit, which exposed her skin from the shoulder blades to the small of her fiancée's back. He placed a myriad of kisses along this path, before doing the opposite but tracing his tongue.

"Jim…" Chris breathed.

There was a knock on the door, ending – for the moment – what was happening. Street turned his arms around Chris, and she wrapped hers around his neck. He opened the door and the manager and a floor boy entered, pushing a cart containing a bottle of champagne in a bucket. A gray bell was lifted and revealed a bowl of strawberries and whipped cream.

"With congratulations from the hotel !" said the manager. "This offered you."

"That's very nice." Chris told them. "Thank you."

"Have a good evening !" the manager said, before exiting the room.

Followed by the floor boy. The door closed, Street picked up a strawberry and put it in Chris's mouth, who bit into the juicy fruit.

"Hmm !" She swallowed the fruit and licked her lips. "Delicious."

"Get undressed right now." he ordered.

"Mmm, at your command, 26-David !" she said, using his code name.

She undid the clasp of her halter top, while going to plant herself at the edge of the bed. She slid the garment down her body. A completely naked body.

"You..." Street huffed. "No panties, huh ?"

"You love it !" she told him.

Yes, he loved it when she slipped into their bed with nothing but one of her sweatshirts, and no panties. He picked up the open bottle of champagne and took a sip before handing it to Chris. He quickly undressed himself, watching Chris lift the neck of the bottle to her lips. He saw her swallow as she swallowed the drink. He waited until she had put him on the nightstand before climbing onto the bed, pulling and spreading her legs and sliding between them…into her. Hell with foreplay. They had all night. Their mouths crashed together in a feverish kiss. Their hands sought each other, clutched. Chris wrapped her legs around him like a second skin, resting her heels on his buttocks to pull him closer as his thrusts deepened. Their tongues battled for dominance, mixing the taste of strawberries with that of champagne. Without a condom, Street waited for the orgasm to hit Chris before pulling out of her just as he came too.

"Wow, that was fast !" he breathed.

"We have all night." she said, as breathless as he was.

Exhausted but satisfied.

"I wonder if we will still be like this once we get married." Street said.

"We'll ask ourselves this question when the time comes." Chris said. "Are you taking us to the shower ? I'm sort of sticky."

"Yeah, hang on !" he said straightening up.

Keeping her in his arms, he led her into the bathroom, and they took a long, hot shower.

Wrapped up in a fluffy bathrobe, Chris admired her engagement ring while biting into a strawberry. She was really beautiful. Simple, but very beautiful. A fine gold ring set with a diamond. She didn't want to know how many carats it had. She was very much in the dark. It just made the ring more valuable.

"You like it ?"

The young man's arms harpooned her as he leaned against her back.

"It's magnificent." she replied. "How did you manage to get the right size ?"

"I have my little secrets." He kissed her on the neck. "Do you want to tell the team or wait a bit ?"

"No secrets !" She turned in his arms. "I want everyone to know that I am going to marry you."

She put the rest of the strawberry she had bitten into her mouth and wedged it between her teeth. Street bit the other end, and their lips brushed.

"You want to play, baby ?" he said raising his eyebrows. "Unless you're tired."

"I have energy to spare." she whispered.

"Hmm, let's see this !"

He undid her bathrobe, and released her naked body. The towel he wore around his waist tracked to the floor. Dipping a finger in the whipped cream, Street brought it to Chris's mouth and smeared the cream around it, which he licked off right after.

"Open !" he whispered.

Chris complied and parted her lips, which he took in a long, feverish, sweet-tasting kiss. She made him sit on the bed, intoxicated by this delicious game which was not the first they shared. Over the two years of their relationship, they often had fun over dessert, which they always took to their room. Strawberries, whipped cream, chocolate, ice cream… They ended up with sticky fingers and bodies, but they didn't care. Chris pulled the cart close to the bed, while Street, a hand on his fiancée's buttocks, grabbed the bottle of champagne and took a sip before Chris took it from him to imitate him.

"It is really a very good idea to have negotiated for this night off." she said, putting the bottle down.

"Sometimes I have good ideas. said Street, dipping his finger in the cream again.

This time he smeared it on and around Chris's navel before lapping up every last drop.

"My turn to play." she said pushing him.

She took the bowl, and drew with her index and middle fingers a path from his pecs to his abs. As if she were painting a picture. Putting the bowl down, she pushed him by the shoulders to lay him down, and began licking the cream off his chest. Arrived at the furrows of his perfect abs, she took special care to taste each drop of whipped cream. She traced with her tongue the scar on his abdomen, memory of the day he had been shot. She refused to think about that day. Not when it was her engagement night. Chris abandoned her fiancé's abs for his penis, the tip of which she kissed, snatching a moan of surprise from the concerned. She took it in her hand, slid her tongue down its length before taking it into her mouth. Chris sucked it between her lips, caressing it with his hand at the same time. Street's right hand worked its way through his black hair to accompany the movement, straightening so as not to miss anything. Their eyes locked as he slipped out of her mouth, but she immediately took it back, sucking his cock hungrily. When he felt close to orgasm, he pushed Chris away from his cock ready to explode, and swapped their places. He captured her mouth and laid her back on the bed.

"My turn !" he says.

He took a sip of champagne, then carefully lifted the bottle to Chris's lips. He poured a small puddle down her throat before setting the bottle down. He bit into a strawberry, and fed Chris the other piece. He did it again, except he made her bite into the fruit first, then he put the bitten part against his nipple, which he brushed with juice and did the same on the other before swallowing the piece. He then bent down and sucked her erect tips between his lips, sucked on them, pinched them between his fingers. With his index finger, he spread whipped cream on her nipples, placed a spiral in the hollow of her navel, and brought his finger to Chris's mouth, who sucked it in, biting it. Street ran his lips over her naked body, licking up the cream but ignoring the creamy lump on her navel to kneel between her thighs and lick her wet femininity. He parted her folds, blew on her swollen button he stroked. Chris let out a cry. What's the point of holding back ? They were in a hotel room, they could make as much noise as they wanted. Also, Chris did not hold back and let her pleasure speak loud and clear. He abandoned her femininity, put on a condom, then lapped the ball of cream on her navel and kissed her while penetrating her. He pulled away immediately, and rolled Chris onto his stomach. Raising her rump, he dropped a myriad of kisses on her back before regaining possession of her. His penetrations were fluid and fast, almost animal. He climbed onto the bed and pulled Chris against his chest. Hands encompassing her breasts, he resumed his back and forth, keeping a rhythm that made them come with a loud cry, falling forward on the mattress, panting and sweating.