A/N: This chapter is R. You have been warned. If it's not your bag, skip to the end of the chapter and continue reading.
Dreams
"Get up, get up, get up, get up," The music started softly. Sara was surprised to hear Marvin Gaye singing, it wasn't her usual thing. "Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up."
Sara sat up, wondering how she had gotten into her bed. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in the middle of the living room floor, with Nottingham. Was he all right?
Oh baby, now let's get down tonight
Baby I'm hot just like an oven,
I need some lovin'
As if her thoughts had summoned him, Ian stepped out of the shadows. His black trench coat was buttoned shut, hair falling around his face. No wonder she hadn't seen him earlier, even in the moonlight he was almost impossible to see.
And baby, I can't hold it much longer,
It's getting stronger and stronger
Nottingham strode forward, moving through the bands of light and dark cast by the unshuttered windows. His stride was slow, matching the beat of the song exactly. There was even a little sway to each step, more like a stalking cat.
And when I get that feeling
I want sexual healing - sexual healing
Oh baby, makes me feel so fine, helps to relieve my mind
He ran gloved hands up his wool-covered torso, stopping at the collar. With a wicked little half-smile, Nottingham unfastened the first button. Sara forgot to breathe, caught by the possibilities in that smile.
Sexual healing, baby, is good for me
Sexual healing is something that's good for me
Nimble fingers continued to work down the front of his coat as he stalked closer to the beautiful brunette watching him with a flush of desire on her cheeks.
Whenever blue teardrops are falling
And my emotional stability is leaving me
The coat was open by the time he reached the edge of the bed. The long strip of flesh, framed by the black wool, captivated Sara. For a fleeting moment she wondered where his burn was, his chest was smooth and healed, then realized it had to be a dream.
Well, this beat nightmares of Ceto all to Hell. Sara settled back to enjoy her dream.
There is something I can do
I can get on the telephone and call you up, baby
When he knelt on the edge of the mattress and began to crawl toward her, the coat fell open a little more. Sara could see the slightly darker edge of his left aureole, and she badly wanted to push aside the black fabric to plant a line of kisses down to the nipple.
And honey, I know you'll be there to relieve me
The love you give to me will free me
He progressed up her legs until he was even with her hips, not realizing how sexy the slow stalking climb actually looked. His hair was falling around his face, accenting his eyes, which glittered gold with desire.
If you don't know the things you're dealing
Oh, I can tell you, darling, that it's sexual healing
Leaning down on his forearms, his dark coat pooling around her hips and thighs, Ian's lips paused over the sheet-covered juncture. He exhaled, hot breath passing through the thin cloth, making her shiver in response.
Get up, get up, get up, get up,
let's make love tonight
He shifted, rolling upward, lips skimming a line up her torso. Sara squirmed in place, caged by long muscular limbs. Was there anything sexier than one's lover crouched over you half dressed and the air full of anticipation? Just then Nottingham looked up, a wicked glint in his eye, and sat up.
Wake up, wake up wake up, wake up,
'cause you do it right
The wool coat slithered down his shoulders to fall away behind him, just another shadow on the floor. Moonlight gleamed off his chiseled chest, perfect as any marble statue ever lauded by men.
Baby, I got sick this morning,
A sea was storming inside of me
Clad now only in loose black trousers of thin cotton, Ian swayed to the beat, hips rolling suggestively, and Pez decided that, yes, there was something sexier.
Baby, I think I'm capsizing,
the waves are rising and rising
Fisting hands into the hair at the base of his neck, Nottingham arched his back, thrusting upward in time with the lyrics. His body was taut with barely restrained hunger. The lightweight fabric of his pants rode low, tenting over his obvious desire. Sara whimpered low in her throat at the sight.
And when I get that feeling,
I want sexual healing
As suddenly as he had risen, he came back down, covering her from head to heels with his body. Sara could feel every inch of him pressed against her, the thin cotton of trousers and sheet no true impediment to the fire burning between them.
Sexual healing is good for me,
makes me feel so fine, it's such a rush
Helps to relieve the mind, and it's good for us
In time with the beat, Ian undulated over the lovely detective, his hair falling like night shadows across his face. Sara arched against him, unable to stop herself. He felt so good, so right.
Sexual healing, baby, is good for me
Sexual healing is something that's good for me
Her response broke some bond of restraint that Nottingham had been maintaining. His body tightened around hers, pulling Sara closer, impatient for more. Ian sank a knee between hers; sliding into the space he had made for himself.
And it's good for me and it's so good to me
My baby ooh
Sara's moan drowned out the soulful crooning of Marvin Gaye, but neither noticed. The feel of him pressed high and tight against the juncture of her thighs was accelerant poured on a bonfire.
Come take control, just grab a hold
Of my body and mind,
Following the advice of the lyrics, Nottingham captured Sara's hands in his, bringing them to his waist. Pez had dated a guy in S.W.A.T. a few years ago, and he never seemed to wear anything besides the same black b.d.u. pants that Ian wore. Knowing from experience that she would have to untie the drawstring and undo the button fly before the pants could be removed, she followed the edge of the fabric. The press of their bodies stopped her questing fingers and she growled a little in frustration at the impediment.
Soon we'll be making it
Honey, oh we're feeling fine,
The brunette's non-verbal complaint spurred Ian to shift upward slightly, barely making room for her hands between them. It was difficult to move away from her welcoming heat, even to finish undressing. He hissed in a breath as her hands, reaching into his waistband for the ties, brushed against his erection.
You're my medicine
Open up and let me in
Her fingers found the dangling ends of the tie, but she was so overwrought with desire that her hands were trembling. It took two tries to get hold of the drawstrings. The feel of him, hard and ready, under the cloth was wonderfully distracting. Sara pulled the cords, making sure her hands brushed over him one last time.
Darling, you're so great,
I can't wait for you to operate
His head fell back and his muscles clenched, clearly fighting the urge to rip the damned trousers off and pound her into the mattress. Sara delighted in his response. It was a heady thing indeed to see a man who was normally so controlled losing it. Pez continued the torture, nimbly unbuttoning his pants, little glancing touches from her fingers against his erection making him groan and tremble above her.
Get up, get up, get up,
Let's make love tonight
"Hold on," Ian whispered, his breath hot against her ear, as he moved her hands from the open vee to the waistband of his pants again. He shifted over her, moving until her legs were sandwiched between his again.
Confused but more than willing to play along, Sara did as she was told. She held tight to the cotton, wondering what he was up to.
Wake up, wake up, wake up,
'cause you do it right
Ian came up on hands and knees and began to crawl up her body. The pants, trapped in Pezzini's grasp, could not move with him. The cloth slithered down his legs as he continued to move upward.
I can't wait for you to operate
When I get this feeling,
I need sexual healing
With the first tug of fabric, Sara realized what was going on. She dropped her gaze to watch as the cotton was peeled back; slowly revealing hard, muscular flesh. He was riding high against his stomach he was so aroused, and Pez wondered how the real thing would measure up to her dream.
Oh, when I get this feeling,
I need sexual healing
She was fascinated by the way he moved as he stalked up her body. His slow progress reminded her of a panther stalking his prey, hungry and intent. Primal. Sexy as Hell. Sara felt like purring herself as she watched his sleekly muscled form climbing past her face. Oh yes, her imagination had good taste.
Oh, when I get this feeling, I need sexual healing
Ohh
Just as the last notes of the singer began to fade, Ian's left foot moved out of the cotton, followed on the next forward movement with his right. Freed of garment and song, he reversed his progress, backing down her aroused body. When he reached her waist, he paused to pluck the trousers from her hands and throw them to the side.
Slanting a glance upward, Nottingham lowered his face to her stomach. The sheet had slipped downward with his movements until it rested around her navel. He took the sheet in his teeth and continued to back down her legs, pulling the cloth with him until she was as bare as he.
He had to know she was ready for him, had to have breathed her arousal as his nose had skimmed over the dark curls that hid the source of the fire that was burning her up inside. He settled back over her and she reveled in the feeling of skin against skin.
"Open up and let me in," Nottingham quoted huskily, his voice gone deeper than the singer's with desire.
Never one to do things halfway, Sara wrapped her legs around his waist, "Like this?" She purred against his ear before giving it a quick nip.
Ian slid into her, making Sara moan. He arched against her in response, pressing deeper, before drawing back. She was so hot, so wet, and he filled her perfectly. The long, slow strokes were sending her out of her mind.
"Faster," Sara demanded, raking her nails down his spine to show him she meant business. He'd been driving her crazy all the way through what had to be the longest song in the universe, and he thought he could keep right on teasing?
"I won't last if you keep that up," Ian warned; his breathing uneven, but he obeyed her command.
His hips rose and fell to a new rhythm, making them both gasp and moan. The bed shook under them, her cries spurring him on.
Suddenly, it wasn't the bed shaking, it was her. Someone had grabbed Sara by the shoulders and was rattling her right out of her good dream. Pez gritted her teeth and came awake under protest. She opened eyes gone dark with frustrated passion and growled, "Somebody better be dead, or you're gonna be."
"Well, it's definitely still you. I was worried. You started mumbling and thrashing. I thought you were duking it out with Ceto again." Gabe was leaning over her, one hand jerking away from her shoulder, the other holding the golden blade.
"Nope, false alarm. I'm fine." Sara stared at him like she was contemplating ways to flay him with the knife in his hand.
"Then what were you dreaming about?" Gabriel asked suspiciously.
"I was chasing bad guys Gabe. What else does a cop dream about?" Sara bluffed, even as she felt a blush heating her cheeks.
"I'm sure I don't know." Bowman chuckled, not missing the rising color. Pez was blushing, which put a whole new light on the situation.
"Since you've got me up anyway, why don't you go call Manny's for Chinese. I'm starving, and Nottingham is gonna need to eat when he wakes up." Sara ordered.
"You want your usual?" Gabriel took the hint and stood up.
"Yeah, but I don't know about him. Why don't you get broccoli beef and anything chicken and veggies that aren't breaded. He should eat one of those, as much as he's always after me to eat vegetables." Sara shrugged, the gesture causing the sheet to drop. She caught it before it could slip too far.
"Works for me," Gabe headed for the kitchenette where she kept the menus stuck on the refrigerator.
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