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Late Night Shopping- Chapter 5
Alex woke up and rolled over to look at the time. It was only 8:30 and she didn't have anything pressing to do today. She got up slowly, rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and walked to the bathroom. The pounding behind her eyes was a clear indication that she had had way too much to drink last night. She splashed some water over her face and looked in the mirror. Apparently she looked even worse than she felt. "When did I get so old?"
She turned on the shower, hoping the hot water would wash away some of her hangover. She was waiting for the water to heat up when the phone rang.
Five minutes later she was finally in her shower shampooing her hair. Deakins wanted them to come in today for some stupid taskforce. Impressed by their work earlier in the week, the Mayor had specifically requested that Bobby and Alex be included. So now instead of a leisurely shower and relaxing weekend, she had to rush. They were expected at the office around noon but Bobby seemed impatient this morning. He wanted to meet for breakfast and then get to One Police Plaza early. She couldn't understand why. He always seemed to hate political assignments.
Alex washed her hair quickly, intending to be ready when Bobby picked her up at her apartment. She looked over at the bottle and laughed as she worked the lather through her hair. If there was truth in advertising there should be a warning on it. She could just see it now. "Herbal Essences. Warning: Use of this product may cause spontaneous orgasms." Of course, she didn't seem to have any trouble with that lately, even if hers were self induced. She rinsed her hair and groaned. Her mind was way too raunchy this morning. Maybe she was still a little drunk.
No, she had been like this all week. The late night shopping trip seemed to have started something. She had been attracted to Bobby for a while now, but she had always been able to control it. Now, the tension was almost too much. Just being around him had become a battle. Last night she had just given up. The video and her desire had conspired to bring her to her knees. The memory was powerful and erotic. If only she had someone to share it with. She closed her eyes and pictured Bobby there with her. He towered over her, powerful and commanding. She let the water hit her chest as her fingers slowly stroked her slick flesh. She was lost. All she had were her fantasies.
Alex leaned against the shower wall as her pleasure grew into a steady throbbing need for release. She was so close she could almost hear the pounding of her heart. Just before she crashed over the edge she realized the pounding was coming from her door. She had a moment of indecision. She just needed another minute to finish, but in the end the pounding and the sound of her name being called loud enough to wake the dead drew her out of the shower. She quickly wrapped a towel around her body and still dripping walked to the door. As she passed her bed she glanced at her alarm clock. Damn, I must have been in the shower for 45 minutes! She mentally berated herself for her loss of control as she unlocked the door.
Û Alex opened the door and smiled awkwardly at her partner painfully aware of her own state of undress. "Sorry, Bobby. I, ummmm lost track of the time."
"Don't worry about it. We have plenty of time before Deakins is expecting us."
"Well make yourself at home. I'll be ready in a few minutes."
Bobby watched her walk back to her bedroom. The sight of her in nothing but that white towel was almost debilitating. His actions last night had not taken the edge off his desire. If anything, it was worse today. He sat down on the couch and rubbed his eyes, trying desperately to forget what he had just seen. Her wet hair clinging to her neck. Skin flushed a deep red from the heat of the shower. The tops of her breasts exposed as she clutched the towel around her. Today was going to be hell.
He decided there was nothing to do but soldier on and try to keep his mind focused on less tempting things. He turned on the television, hoping that the morning news would help banish the inappropriate image of his partner. The Sunday morning "preach-a-thon" wasn't exactly his taste in entertainment, so he looked for the remote so he could watch CNN. But of course, the remote was no where to be found. He looked everywhere, sofa cushions, under the table. Finally he got on his knees next to the couch and reached under. There, just out of reach was the remote. He groped for it blindly and finally was able to drag it out, but not before hitting a few buttons.
Grinning triumphantly he got up. True he could have simply turned the channel on the television, but he was too stubborn for that. Besides, guys and remotes were a natural pair. He smiled to himself as he sat back down. All he needed now was a beer and a Yankees game and he could die a happy man.
The guttural groan from the TV was his first indication that he was no longer watching a religious service. As his attention immediately shifted to the screen, he answered with a groan of his own.
The video. That damn video that had haunted him. So she had bought it for herself. She even watched it. He sat forward, eyes glued to the screen as his mouth hung open. He recognized the scene too. The third one. The one he had played out in his head all week long.
The man on the screen stood fully clothed holding a petite brunette tight against him. She seemed to want to struggle, but as she looked up into his eyes, all fight went out of her. He quickly turned her around, cupping her sex and grinding her ass into him as he whispered to her. "You've been a very naughty girl, luv. What am I supposed to do with you?"
She let out a small cry as his fingers moved between her legs and her voice was breathless as she answered him. "Anything you want, detective."
Bobby moaned as his hand rubbed at the growing problem in his jeans. What he wouldn't give to hear Alex breathe those same words to him. Suddenly he remembered that Alex must have been watching this last night. He wondered if it affected her as much as it did him. Had she sat there, breathless as she touched herself? Had she thought of him when she came, screaming his name?
On screen, the man had now maneuvered the woman up against the wall as if to frisk her. He handcuffed her hands behind her and then knelt. Slowly he began working his way up her body, licking at her naked skin as she trembled under his hands.
"Okay, Bobby. Let's go." Bobby heard her voice and tried in vain to hide what he had been watching, but it was too late. He couldn't find the remote, and the moans coming from the television were unmistakable. He felt his face grow red with embarrassment as he got up to apologize.
"Alex. I'm sorry. I was looking for the news and.." Bobby couldn't say any more. Alex looked mortified and about to bolt. She looked around quickly as if trying to find an escape route. Finally realizing there was no place to hide she buried her face in her hands.
God! He must think I'm some sort of pervert. Alex wished fervently that she could just disappear. There was no way she was ever going to live this down. Her only consolation was that Bobby was probably too much of a gentleman to spread this around the office. That would be the end of her career. She would never be able to go to a crime scene again without people snickering. She groaned aloud at the thought and looked up briefly. Bobby was walking cautiously towards her, looking almost as awkward as she felt.
He had to do something. It was his fault that they were in this situation. He approached her hoping to lay her fears to rest. "Alex. Please look at me. I'm sorry."
He held his breath as her eyes slowly rose to meet his. By the time their eyes met, hers looked a little less horrified than before. Then he noticed that she had a hint of a smile.
"What?"
"I was just wondering if you liked the tape."
He followed her gaze south until he realized the source of her mirth. After being caught in the act, he'd completely forgotten about his reaction to the scene. He blushed all the way to his ears. Apparently his body hadn't forgotten what he'd seen. And now with the woman of his dreams and fantasies standing right there, his body seemed reluctant to abandon its state of arousal.
It was a decisive moment. They were both embarrassed, but she didn't seem angry. Bobby's breathing grew shallower as she licked her lips unconsciously. Was this the opportunity he had dreamed about?
Alex didn't know what she was doing, only that there seemed to be some sort of magnetic force drawing them together. Before she could reconsider or sink again into embarrassment, his lips were on hers.
By most standards it was an almost chaste kiss, a light brush of their lips. But the electricity was unmistakable, like a white hot bolt of heat that coursed through her. Evidently, Bobby felt it too. He deepened the kiss seeking her tongue with his, drinking in her sweet taste. One hand wound its way into her hair, the other slowly explored the curves of her body, gently brushing a taut nipple before coming to rest on her lower back. He clutched her to him desperately, grasping her body like a drowning man.
Bobby drew back to catch his breath. He tilted her face up to meet his. He looked down at her swollen lips and groaned. "Damn, woman. Do you even know what you do to me?"
Alex smiled and moved into him wanting to feel his body against hers again. As she made contact with him she laughed lightly. "Are you sure it's me and not just the movie?"
"Oh it's you. I've had a hell of a time keeping my hands off of you these past few weeks, Alex. Everything you do draws me to you."
Bobby's hands slid down exploring her back and flat stomach before reaching around to cup her. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs naturally wrapping around him, grinding the center of her arousal into him. His arms encircled her waist and plucked her handcuffs from her belt. He held them up and grinned triumphantly.
"Shall we try them out?"
"Anything you want, detective."
The End. Hope you all liked it. Let me know.
Late Night Shopping- Chapter 5
Alex woke up and rolled over to look at the time. It was only 8:30 and she didn't have anything pressing to do today. She got up slowly, rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and walked to the bathroom. The pounding behind her eyes was a clear indication that she had had way too much to drink last night. She splashed some water over her face and looked in the mirror. Apparently she looked even worse than she felt. "When did I get so old?"
She turned on the shower, hoping the hot water would wash away some of her hangover. She was waiting for the water to heat up when the phone rang.
Five minutes later she was finally in her shower shampooing her hair. Deakins wanted them to come in today for some stupid taskforce. Impressed by their work earlier in the week, the Mayor had specifically requested that Bobby and Alex be included. So now instead of a leisurely shower and relaxing weekend, she had to rush. They were expected at the office around noon but Bobby seemed impatient this morning. He wanted to meet for breakfast and then get to One Police Plaza early. She couldn't understand why. He always seemed to hate political assignments.
Alex washed her hair quickly, intending to be ready when Bobby picked her up at her apartment. She looked over at the bottle and laughed as she worked the lather through her hair. If there was truth in advertising there should be a warning on it. She could just see it now. "Herbal Essences. Warning: Use of this product may cause spontaneous orgasms." Of course, she didn't seem to have any trouble with that lately, even if hers were self induced. She rinsed her hair and groaned. Her mind was way too raunchy this morning. Maybe she was still a little drunk.
No, she had been like this all week. The late night shopping trip seemed to have started something. She had been attracted to Bobby for a while now, but she had always been able to control it. Now, the tension was almost too much. Just being around him had become a battle. Last night she had just given up. The video and her desire had conspired to bring her to her knees. The memory was powerful and erotic. If only she had someone to share it with. She closed her eyes and pictured Bobby there with her. He towered over her, powerful and commanding. She let the water hit her chest as her fingers slowly stroked her slick flesh. She was lost. All she had were her fantasies.
Alex leaned against the shower wall as her pleasure grew into a steady throbbing need for release. She was so close she could almost hear the pounding of her heart. Just before she crashed over the edge she realized the pounding was coming from her door. She had a moment of indecision. She just needed another minute to finish, but in the end the pounding and the sound of her name being called loud enough to wake the dead drew her out of the shower. She quickly wrapped a towel around her body and still dripping walked to the door. As she passed her bed she glanced at her alarm clock. Damn, I must have been in the shower for 45 minutes! She mentally berated herself for her loss of control as she unlocked the door.
Û Alex opened the door and smiled awkwardly at her partner painfully aware of her own state of undress. "Sorry, Bobby. I, ummmm lost track of the time."
"Don't worry about it. We have plenty of time before Deakins is expecting us."
"Well make yourself at home. I'll be ready in a few minutes."
Bobby watched her walk back to her bedroom. The sight of her in nothing but that white towel was almost debilitating. His actions last night had not taken the edge off his desire. If anything, it was worse today. He sat down on the couch and rubbed his eyes, trying desperately to forget what he had just seen. Her wet hair clinging to her neck. Skin flushed a deep red from the heat of the shower. The tops of her breasts exposed as she clutched the towel around her. Today was going to be hell.
He decided there was nothing to do but soldier on and try to keep his mind focused on less tempting things. He turned on the television, hoping that the morning news would help banish the inappropriate image of his partner. The Sunday morning "preach-a-thon" wasn't exactly his taste in entertainment, so he looked for the remote so he could watch CNN. But of course, the remote was no where to be found. He looked everywhere, sofa cushions, under the table. Finally he got on his knees next to the couch and reached under. There, just out of reach was the remote. He groped for it blindly and finally was able to drag it out, but not before hitting a few buttons.
Grinning triumphantly he got up. True he could have simply turned the channel on the television, but he was too stubborn for that. Besides, guys and remotes were a natural pair. He smiled to himself as he sat back down. All he needed now was a beer and a Yankees game and he could die a happy man.
The guttural groan from the TV was his first indication that he was no longer watching a religious service. As his attention immediately shifted to the screen, he answered with a groan of his own.
The video. That damn video that had haunted him. So she had bought it for herself. She even watched it. He sat forward, eyes glued to the screen as his mouth hung open. He recognized the scene too. The third one. The one he had played out in his head all week long.
The man on the screen stood fully clothed holding a petite brunette tight against him. She seemed to want to struggle, but as she looked up into his eyes, all fight went out of her. He quickly turned her around, cupping her sex and grinding her ass into him as he whispered to her. "You've been a very naughty girl, luv. What am I supposed to do with you?"
She let out a small cry as his fingers moved between her legs and her voice was breathless as she answered him. "Anything you want, detective."
Bobby moaned as his hand rubbed at the growing problem in his jeans. What he wouldn't give to hear Alex breathe those same words to him. Suddenly he remembered that Alex must have been watching this last night. He wondered if it affected her as much as it did him. Had she sat there, breathless as she touched herself? Had she thought of him when she came, screaming his name?
On screen, the man had now maneuvered the woman up against the wall as if to frisk her. He handcuffed her hands behind her and then knelt. Slowly he began working his way up her body, licking at her naked skin as she trembled under his hands.
"Okay, Bobby. Let's go." Bobby heard her voice and tried in vain to hide what he had been watching, but it was too late. He couldn't find the remote, and the moans coming from the television were unmistakable. He felt his face grow red with embarrassment as he got up to apologize.
"Alex. I'm sorry. I was looking for the news and.." Bobby couldn't say any more. Alex looked mortified and about to bolt. She looked around quickly as if trying to find an escape route. Finally realizing there was no place to hide she buried her face in her hands.
God! He must think I'm some sort of pervert. Alex wished fervently that she could just disappear. There was no way she was ever going to live this down. Her only consolation was that Bobby was probably too much of a gentleman to spread this around the office. That would be the end of her career. She would never be able to go to a crime scene again without people snickering. She groaned aloud at the thought and looked up briefly. Bobby was walking cautiously towards her, looking almost as awkward as she felt.
He had to do something. It was his fault that they were in this situation. He approached her hoping to lay her fears to rest. "Alex. Please look at me. I'm sorry."
He held his breath as her eyes slowly rose to meet his. By the time their eyes met, hers looked a little less horrified than before. Then he noticed that she had a hint of a smile.
"What?"
"I was just wondering if you liked the tape."
He followed her gaze south until he realized the source of her mirth. After being caught in the act, he'd completely forgotten about his reaction to the scene. He blushed all the way to his ears. Apparently his body hadn't forgotten what he'd seen. And now with the woman of his dreams and fantasies standing right there, his body seemed reluctant to abandon its state of arousal.
It was a decisive moment. They were both embarrassed, but she didn't seem angry. Bobby's breathing grew shallower as she licked her lips unconsciously. Was this the opportunity he had dreamed about?
Alex didn't know what she was doing, only that there seemed to be some sort of magnetic force drawing them together. Before she could reconsider or sink again into embarrassment, his lips were on hers.
By most standards it was an almost chaste kiss, a light brush of their lips. But the electricity was unmistakable, like a white hot bolt of heat that coursed through her. Evidently, Bobby felt it too. He deepened the kiss seeking her tongue with his, drinking in her sweet taste. One hand wound its way into her hair, the other slowly explored the curves of her body, gently brushing a taut nipple before coming to rest on her lower back. He clutched her to him desperately, grasping her body like a drowning man.
Bobby drew back to catch his breath. He tilted her face up to meet his. He looked down at her swollen lips and groaned. "Damn, woman. Do you even know what you do to me?"
Alex smiled and moved into him wanting to feel his body against hers again. As she made contact with him she laughed lightly. "Are you sure it's me and not just the movie?"
"Oh it's you. I've had a hell of a time keeping my hands off of you these past few weeks, Alex. Everything you do draws me to you."
Bobby's hands slid down exploring her back and flat stomach before reaching around to cup her. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs naturally wrapping around him, grinding the center of her arousal into him. His arms encircled her waist and plucked her handcuffs from her belt. He held them up and grinned triumphantly.
"Shall we try them out?"
"Anything you want, detective."
The End. Hope you all liked it. Let me know.