Title: New York Heat-Chapter two
Author: Fyre
Category: Drama/Angst/Comedy
Rating: R--It has naughty language and adult situations.
Email: Boscosbabe55@bellsouth.net
AIM: ToriBoscorelli
Spoilers: None really, it's just suppose to be fun. But it's kinda based off 'The Self Importance of being Carlos." The events take place after season four.
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero and NBC. Those lucky bastards. I'm only renting them for a while, I plan to be kind a rewind
when I return them. The character Sydney Davis belongs to Frostee.
Summary: Carlos and women
A/N: This idea came up when I was talking to Frostee *Hugs Frostee* Anyways this is all after the season four episodes, but Carlos is pre season four...he's like he was in season two...cause he was cute and funny. Now people before you go and get your literary underwear in a bunch, please remember this is for -fun-. I'm not being serious with this fic, I'm only writing it because it's fun. So don't get all uptight. If you are offended by dick and fart jokes....then this story may not be for you. Thank you.
Carlos was getting dressed when he heard footsteps enter the room turning around he spotted her. Carlos turned to her, he was about to same something rude, when he stopped. Wow! if The Hilton Twins and Rosemary Clooney, when she was hot! Had a love child this chick would be- it-. Carlos deepened his voice, so it is deep and sexy, kinda like a phone sex operator. A hot and sexy Latino one. Flashing his smile and giving her a slight nod. He stuck out his hand. "Carlos Nieto...and you are?" He left his smile for her. Pouring on all the charm her could, almost undressing her with his eyes, but he stopped, even for Carlos that was low. Taking his hand back he ran it through his hair, not that he needed to. He just wanted to show her what a fine Latino Stallion he was. "So how can I help you?"
Sydney couldn't help but crack a grin at the obviously fake voice Carlos was using. She took his hand and shook it, and said, "Sydney Davis... You can stop talking like that, I heard you from the hall." Her hand dropped to the side, and she idly played with a strand of hair. She said as her eyes followed his hand through his hair, "I was looking for the lieutenant?" He gazed down at a piece of paper. "James Dewey Doherty."
Carlos couldn't help but to laugh at himself. James -Dewey- Doherty...BLACKMAIL! Scrooge McDuck's nephews! Huey, Dewey, and Louie! He laughed to himself. He started to speak again, still as if he were a Latino-Phone-Sex-Operator. "Yes...uhm...well he's down stairs in his office." I wonder if I tell her that he looks like Shrek maybe she'll avoid him. Damn James Dewey and His dimples! He was still smiling as he watched her.
Grabbing her bag, she tossed it roughly into the locker next to Carlos'. "Sydney Davis," she said as a way of greeting, unzipping it and grabbing the uniform she'd gotten the day before. "I'll go down stairs in a minuet." she said, trying to find her pants. "Who do I want to ride with?" she asked Carlos, tossing her shirt into her locker and putting on the uniform top.
"Sydney." He still had the whole "Latino phone sex operator voice" going. Changing his voice quickly when he realized he was "found out" he talked like himself again, but not letting off on the charm. He needed a shovel because the shit was getting deep. "Well nice to meet you Sydney Davis. I would ask if you are related to my roommate, but he's black--so that would be a big negative ghost writer." Picking up a pen he "accidentally" dropped it. Bending over just right, to show her his but. Yes Sydney look at my butt, that's right. Look at the great ass of Carlos Nieto, you know you want this. I can't blame you either. If I were gay, which trust me...I'm -far- from gay. I'd want me too
Carlos stood up holding the pen in his hand. "Sorry I dropped my pen." He smiled. And I know you liked what you saw, who wouldn't. I am Carlos, Man of love. He licked his lips slowly, then flashed her his smile once again. "Well it's up to the Lieu, but I could help you could ride with me if you want." You could ride with me -ALL NIGHT LONG- Carlos pictured himself doing Crotch thrusts, but fought the urge to actually do them. "That's if you'd like too....Sydney?"
Sydney turned her back to Carlos for a minute under the pretense of bending over and grabbing her pants out of her bag, but was really trying to hide another laugh. "Much better," she said amusedly, kicking her jeans into her locker and getting into her uniform pants. "No black relatives in New York, no," she said, smoothing wrinkles off of her thighs and shoving her locker closed, wondering how she'd accumulated such a mess in five minutes. "No relatives in New York, actually."
The pen drop was possibly the corniest- and funniest- thing she'd seen all week, and just to humor him since he was trying so obviously, she checked out his ass, and kept a silly little grin on her face long enough to be able to look like she was hiding up. "Um. What were you saying?" she asked mock-stupidly. "I guess that would work, since you seem to know what you're... doing." She pulled on her FDNY uniform shirt, over her white tank top. "I'd have to make sure it was okay with this..." She looked at the paper again. "James Dewey Doherty."
Dewey! Carlos said to himself, bursting with laughter in the inside. I can't believe the mans' middle name is Dewey. This day can't get any better! "Good--Good. Yes Sydney that's very good." Oh I -know- what I'm doing especially in bed. She smiled at Sydney, still checking her out. He pursed his lips together narrowing his eyes. OOOOO She's just like Campbell's Soup. MMMMM MMMM good! Carlos mused to herself. Great legs, killer ass, and her...she's got some jug on her as well! Damn God made Pepsi God made wine, and he made Sydney so damn FINE! Carlos stood grinning. "Well I could also show you around the city, if you want." Then maybe I can show you my bedroom. He checked out how the uniform looked on her. The uniform even looks -hot- on her...it'd look hotter on my floor.
"Um, Carlos? I'm up here," said Sydney amusedly, tilting his chin so that he was looking above her shoulders. Crossing her arms across her chest, she shot Jimmy a wary glance across the room. Lowering her voice so that only Carlos could hear, she muttered, "Am I gonna go and talk to the Lieu quickly. Let him know that I'm here, and I'll meet you down stairs." Flipping her head over, she tied her hair back in a ponytail, and smirked at Carlos.
She makes the ponytail hot. She's -in-fucking-credible-. Also edible. He pursed his lips together licking them ever so slightly. While staring at her -tits-. "Oh sorry...I was thinking." Carlos smiled at her. Man what I'd like to do with that, these thoughts they should be illegal, but they aren't so I will go on with my dirty thoughts. Yes I know I'm a man whore, but once she sees what I can do with my tongue, she'll be scream for more. She'll be all like. Carlos I want your throbbing loverod! Carlos nodded his head thinking to himself, thinking about -her-.
"We can go." I can go all night long...if you really must know. He was still a little lost in "his thoughts." Carlos laughed a little running his hand over his lips and pursing them together. "I'll buy you dinner....I love "eating out". Any idea of where you want to go Sydney. There's this great place on Canal." He smiled. "Sure Sydney Davis...lets Go." To my room....BAM!
Sydney grinned. "Dare I ask what those thoughts might be?" she asked, cocking her head and flipping her hair back out of her face. She didn't dare ask what he was nodding about, and instead raised her eyebrow at him turned to go down the stairs, brushing past Jimmy. "Good, let's go," she said, eager to get out on the road and start- and finish- her first shift.
Pondering asking for the grand tour for a minute, Sydney decided to save it until after shift, and walked out in front of the house instead. "I'm not really into restaurants... I'm more for staying in." She shot him a sly grin. "Unless you're really set on eating out, of course. Let's go."
"No--I was just thinking about the bus, wondering if it's stocked...then I remembered I stocked it, so I'm sure it's stocked...in fact I know it's stocked." He grabbed his stethoscope and draped it around his neck. Flashing Sydney his smile and boyish good looks he nodded towards the door. "Sounds like a plan. I figured I could drive today let you learn the city a little." Turn on my charm some...you want some Latino Heat? 'Cause I'm Latino and I'm in heat. I wonder if you have any Latino in you...if not you want some in you? Carlos happily mused to himself walking down the stairs slowly.
"I really -love- "eating out" but if you rather not, we can do it some other time." My tongue is always ready, you just name the time and place, and I'll bring the Latino heat.
"Well, as long as you're sure," said Sydney, looking thoroughly confused. Glancing across at the precinct for a moment, she went around to the passenger side of the bus. "Only learn it a little? You make it sound like the Nieto tour's gonna blow me away." She smirked back at him, and teased, "As long as you're not all talk and no action, I'm not gonna be disappointed, right?"
She hid a snort by opening the door at the same time. The last time she'd been hit on like this, she'd... well, done nothing, because it hadn't happened, but he could pull it off somehow. "Well, if you're so passionate about it, who would I be to deprive you of it?" she asked innocently, her eyes smiling. "Whenever you're... hungry, I'm game."
Fuck me if I'm wrong, but isn't your name Jenny? He thought himself biting on his nail. "If there's one thing I'm sure of. I'm sure of -that-" He spoke smiling as he climbed in turning the engine over. The Nieto tour will totally -blow- you away and then some. He said silently to himself. Do you sleep on your stomach? (Doesn't wait for answer) Can I? Carlos smiled proudly to himself. Today was his lucky day. No Kim, therefore the bus wouldn't smell. He had a new partner, and she was fine. You know, I'd like to use your thighs as earmuffs.
He looked over at her. "Oh I'm -definitely- passionate about it!" Carlos told her matter-of-factly. He lowered his head, pouting his lip. "Depriving me, would make me sad." He pouted his voice to go along with his pouty lips. "Real -sad-." He told her. I'm always "hungry" and if you're game...I want to -play- the game. Looking over just as he was about to pull out on to the street. He noticed a girl. She was tall. 5'7" sandy blonde hair, deep blue eyes. She was walking his way. WOW! Would you look at her. If Gwen Stefian and Elizabeth Dole when she was hot...had a love child, she would be it! I thought this day couldn't get any better. Slap me on the ass and call me Shirley, because it surely has gotten better.