Title: Only in Central Park
Author: Demelza
Email: demelza81@yahoo.co.nz
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Third Watch does not belong to me. Rats, rats, rats...I could make SO much money if they did...oh wells...they in fact belong to NBC, the WB, John Wells, and all those other nice folk who've got their name behind this awesome series.
A/N: This story was originally written for a Gargoyles fan fic...but I decided to re-write it, and use it in the TW Fandom. Ohh yes, this story is written at any given point in either the first, second or third series... totally up to you.
Content: Sexual references.
Rating: R
And now...on with the fic........
I'd just sat down on the log somewhere along the track, hoping to put my feet up at the end of our shift. We'd been working non-stop for the last thirteen hours, and all I felt like doing was curling up and sleeping. Looking around, I sighed. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy being here in Central Park, hell, it was my favorite spot in the entire City, but as the rain above fell down hard the only thing I could think of was why me. Why did it have to pour down on my shift?
I stretched my legs out, just as Bosco approached from my left. "Stupid jag off won't be trying that again," he said, grinning widely as he stopped no more than two metres away from where I sat.
"That's good," I replied, not really paying him any attention as I rubbed the calves of my legs. We'd spent half of our shift on foot patrol. Even the words entering my mind seemed to make me ache more. I looked up at him finally and he smiled back at me with those soulful eyes, my attention would have been lost to him and him alone when suddenly a golden labrador came running along the path and pounced on to my lap. I screamed as I was knocked backward, trails of swear words lost beneath laughter as I asked him, "What are you so excited about fella?"
Bosco restrained the dog and pulled him away from me so I could again get to my tired feet. They ached badly. It had been a *very* long day. Bosco must have sensed something was amiss, and shooed the dog back the way it had came.
"Friendly dog." I remarked.
"Are you alright?" I heard him ask me, his tone caring as he gently placed his hand on my shoulder. I almost shuddered, but not in fear. I could never fear him. I looked back to him with an 'I'm fine' smile and once again took my seating on the log. He carefully sat beside me, "I don't believe you." Once again the caring tone.
"Really, I am." I assured him, gently squeezing his hand. "Why don't you go on ahead, I'll catch up soon."
Bosco let out a sigh, he didn't believe me, and didn't move from where he was seated. I gave him another smile, hoping to convince him, but that attempt failed even more than my words had. "Maybe I can do something about that..." He begun after a moment.
I looked back at him, "What?" I asked him, although curious, I was a little worried.
"Your feet are sore?"
"Ye-es." I replied, kind of caught between reactions. "Why?"
He didn't reply, "Let me give your feet a massage." The words sent me aback, I'm not sure why. I didn't know how to respond. This was Bosco; he wasn't the touchy-feely type. "What, you don't want a free foot massage?" He asked, I could hear the sincerity in his voice.
I slowly nodded. "Well, it's just...I ah..." Stop being so stubborn I reprimanded myself, swallowing my pride. "I think it'd be great, honestly." There, I said it...it wasn't that I hadn't wanted him to massage my feet. The point was...well, he was Bosco! Not that there was anything bad in that area, he was a wonderful...guy. The most honest, caring person...cop, I'd ever known in my entire life. So we'd had our ups and downs, hell he was quick with his temper. But weren't we all? I felt this strange feeling come over me...was it too late to decline his offer? I couldn't let him.
It was too late, he moved down from the log, and knelt before me, slipping off my boots and socks. Taking my right foot in his hands, I almost shivered, even his touch was too much. His thumb caressed the top of my foot as he looked up at me, "I promise I won't hurt you." He said, reading the expressions on my face...which were far from fear that he'd hurt me. It was just that...he slipped his finger beneath my foot, caressing the underside, his fingers remarkably soft to the touch, and my foot soon stopped aching. The same gentle caresses and massaging lasted for another fifteen minutes. I wondered how he'd learnt such a wonderfully mastered skill. Next he massaged my other foot, this time it was a little different.
Or maybe it was just me...but it felt like the movements of his hand on my foot were more sensual, at least that's how they felt to me. I had to snap out of it, there was no way Bosco would do anything like that...not to tease or torment...we were friends, partners...I shook the thoughts from my mind, but they came back...a low moan escaped my lips as he caressed my foot firmer. His brow lifted every slightly on one side as he looked up at me. I apologized and told him that it was just that it was such a wonderful relief over the pain I'd been feeling all day, especially bad in that foot.
Maybe he believed me, maybe he didn't. It was in part the truth...he slowly let go of my foot and we sat there, looking at each other. "Faith..." He began. On instinct I pressed my hand to his mouth, asking him to not speak. Confusion on his face, maybe even anger too. With all these mixed feelings I had flooding over me for him I took everything in so differently than I normally would have. "Please..." He tried to speak again.
But this time my lips met his, a slow kiss emanated...diminishing as I pulled back. "I'm so sorry." I heard myself say expressively. There was something in his eyes as he continued looking at me. I didn't know what to say...I wanted to tell him at this moment that I had these strong feelings for him...as I knew he did for me. But then, something in my mind took over, I moved my foot and ran it along his leg, no reaction or grimace on his face...I continued, reaching his groin...a whimper came from him, a joyful one. What was I doing? I pressed my foot against him, another whimper, longer, louder...
He reached for me, grabbing me around my waist, I yelped...thinking he was going to hurt me for invading him as I had done, but he carefully brought me to his lap. I could feel a rising heat beneath me. "Bosco..." I said to him, "We can't."
His hands move from my shoulders to remove my jacket. He unzipped it and lowered it down my arms before I helped him remove the vest I wore. Gently, one of his hands clasped my breast. Even through the T-shirt I wore, I could feel the electric heat coming from his body. My hands press against his chest, my first thought was to push him away, tell him again that we couldn't...but I felt a surge of desire burn up through my arms and bring a hand up to his face, caressing his cheek, "Make love to me, Bosco." I begged him in a low whisper.
His eyes met mine, "Please..." I asked him again, he didn't respond, only captured my mouth with his in a passionate embrace.
Faith woke up in a start, heart-racing, chest heaving... she sat up, the familiar interior of the squad car greeting her. She quickly came to realize that she must have fallen asleep in the squad again. Her eyes quickly looked at the time on the dashboard, it was just after two in the morning.
It was the third or fourth time in the last fortnight that she had woken from a dream such as that one. Her and Bosco alone in the park at the end of a long shift, the dreaming ending with her whispering to him to make love to her. None of the dreams had ever gone as far as them actually making love, but so very near that it brought a sense of reality to her, a reality she could barely believe.
She realized more and more these passing days that maybe her dreams were trying to tell her something. After all, dreams were just people's subconscious mind's way of giving them answers to questions they hadn't yet learnt to ask, weren't they? And if they were... "What are mine trying to tell me?" She thought aloud, the door driver's side door opening as Bosco climbed in and sat down. He looked back at her, and all she could do was hear her own words, 'Make love to me Bosco...please...'
The end...or is it just the beginning? ;)
Author: Demelza
Email: demelza81@yahoo.co.nz
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Third Watch does not belong to me. Rats, rats, rats...I could make SO much money if they did...oh wells...they in fact belong to NBC, the WB, John Wells, and all those other nice folk who've got their name behind this awesome series.
A/N: This story was originally written for a Gargoyles fan fic...but I decided to re-write it, and use it in the TW Fandom. Ohh yes, this story is written at any given point in either the first, second or third series... totally up to you.
Content: Sexual references.
Rating: R
And now...on with the fic........
I'd just sat down on the log somewhere along the track, hoping to put my feet up at the end of our shift. We'd been working non-stop for the last thirteen hours, and all I felt like doing was curling up and sleeping. Looking around, I sighed. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy being here in Central Park, hell, it was my favorite spot in the entire City, but as the rain above fell down hard the only thing I could think of was why me. Why did it have to pour down on my shift?
I stretched my legs out, just as Bosco approached from my left. "Stupid jag off won't be trying that again," he said, grinning widely as he stopped no more than two metres away from where I sat.
"That's good," I replied, not really paying him any attention as I rubbed the calves of my legs. We'd spent half of our shift on foot patrol. Even the words entering my mind seemed to make me ache more. I looked up at him finally and he smiled back at me with those soulful eyes, my attention would have been lost to him and him alone when suddenly a golden labrador came running along the path and pounced on to my lap. I screamed as I was knocked backward, trails of swear words lost beneath laughter as I asked him, "What are you so excited about fella?"
Bosco restrained the dog and pulled him away from me so I could again get to my tired feet. They ached badly. It had been a *very* long day. Bosco must have sensed something was amiss, and shooed the dog back the way it had came.
"Friendly dog." I remarked.
"Are you alright?" I heard him ask me, his tone caring as he gently placed his hand on my shoulder. I almost shuddered, but not in fear. I could never fear him. I looked back to him with an 'I'm fine' smile and once again took my seating on the log. He carefully sat beside me, "I don't believe you." Once again the caring tone.
"Really, I am." I assured him, gently squeezing his hand. "Why don't you go on ahead, I'll catch up soon."
Bosco let out a sigh, he didn't believe me, and didn't move from where he was seated. I gave him another smile, hoping to convince him, but that attempt failed even more than my words had. "Maybe I can do something about that..." He begun after a moment.
I looked back at him, "What?" I asked him, although curious, I was a little worried.
"Your feet are sore?"
"Ye-es." I replied, kind of caught between reactions. "Why?"
He didn't reply, "Let me give your feet a massage." The words sent me aback, I'm not sure why. I didn't know how to respond. This was Bosco; he wasn't the touchy-feely type. "What, you don't want a free foot massage?" He asked, I could hear the sincerity in his voice.
I slowly nodded. "Well, it's just...I ah..." Stop being so stubborn I reprimanded myself, swallowing my pride. "I think it'd be great, honestly." There, I said it...it wasn't that I hadn't wanted him to massage my feet. The point was...well, he was Bosco! Not that there was anything bad in that area, he was a wonderful...guy. The most honest, caring person...cop, I'd ever known in my entire life. So we'd had our ups and downs, hell he was quick with his temper. But weren't we all? I felt this strange feeling come over me...was it too late to decline his offer? I couldn't let him.
It was too late, he moved down from the log, and knelt before me, slipping off my boots and socks. Taking my right foot in his hands, I almost shivered, even his touch was too much. His thumb caressed the top of my foot as he looked up at me, "I promise I won't hurt you." He said, reading the expressions on my face...which were far from fear that he'd hurt me. It was just that...he slipped his finger beneath my foot, caressing the underside, his fingers remarkably soft to the touch, and my foot soon stopped aching. The same gentle caresses and massaging lasted for another fifteen minutes. I wondered how he'd learnt such a wonderfully mastered skill. Next he massaged my other foot, this time it was a little different.
Or maybe it was just me...but it felt like the movements of his hand on my foot were more sensual, at least that's how they felt to me. I had to snap out of it, there was no way Bosco would do anything like that...not to tease or torment...we were friends, partners...I shook the thoughts from my mind, but they came back...a low moan escaped my lips as he caressed my foot firmer. His brow lifted every slightly on one side as he looked up at me. I apologized and told him that it was just that it was such a wonderful relief over the pain I'd been feeling all day, especially bad in that foot.
Maybe he believed me, maybe he didn't. It was in part the truth...he slowly let go of my foot and we sat there, looking at each other. "Faith..." He began. On instinct I pressed my hand to his mouth, asking him to not speak. Confusion on his face, maybe even anger too. With all these mixed feelings I had flooding over me for him I took everything in so differently than I normally would have. "Please..." He tried to speak again.
But this time my lips met his, a slow kiss emanated...diminishing as I pulled back. "I'm so sorry." I heard myself say expressively. There was something in his eyes as he continued looking at me. I didn't know what to say...I wanted to tell him at this moment that I had these strong feelings for him...as I knew he did for me. But then, something in my mind took over, I moved my foot and ran it along his leg, no reaction or grimace on his face...I continued, reaching his groin...a whimper came from him, a joyful one. What was I doing? I pressed my foot against him, another whimper, longer, louder...
He reached for me, grabbing me around my waist, I yelped...thinking he was going to hurt me for invading him as I had done, but he carefully brought me to his lap. I could feel a rising heat beneath me. "Bosco..." I said to him, "We can't."
His hands move from my shoulders to remove my jacket. He unzipped it and lowered it down my arms before I helped him remove the vest I wore. Gently, one of his hands clasped my breast. Even through the T-shirt I wore, I could feel the electric heat coming from his body. My hands press against his chest, my first thought was to push him away, tell him again that we couldn't...but I felt a surge of desire burn up through my arms and bring a hand up to his face, caressing his cheek, "Make love to me, Bosco." I begged him in a low whisper.
His eyes met mine, "Please..." I asked him again, he didn't respond, only captured my mouth with his in a passionate embrace.
Faith woke up in a start, heart-racing, chest heaving... she sat up, the familiar interior of the squad car greeting her. She quickly came to realize that she must have fallen asleep in the squad again. Her eyes quickly looked at the time on the dashboard, it was just after two in the morning.
It was the third or fourth time in the last fortnight that she had woken from a dream such as that one. Her and Bosco alone in the park at the end of a long shift, the dreaming ending with her whispering to him to make love to her. None of the dreams had ever gone as far as them actually making love, but so very near that it brought a sense of reality to her, a reality she could barely believe.
She realized more and more these passing days that maybe her dreams were trying to tell her something. After all, dreams were just people's subconscious mind's way of giving them answers to questions they hadn't yet learnt to ask, weren't they? And if they were... "What are mine trying to tell me?" She thought aloud, the door driver's side door opening as Bosco climbed in and sat down. He looked back at her, and all she could do was hear her own words, 'Make love to me Bosco...please...'
The end...or is it just the beginning? ;)
