Rating: K
"The only thing I want is you."
They stood under the pouring rain in the middle of the New York streets. It was dead, the streets were dead and the night had fallen. The night was fuzzy, foggy, too many drinks along with too many emotions. What started a night of fun at their usual dive bar, had turned to shoutfest between the two female detectives. Jealously brewing over them, neither of them wanting to admit their feelings for each other but yet not wanting anyone else to have the other.
It was havoc.
Chaotic.
It wasn't supposed to happen this way. The night was supposed to be nothing but drinking and playing pool against each other but the flirting between the men brought out the secret buried inside, the lust they refused to admit, or even knowledge. Each woman stood by their men, watching the other flirt and show affection to them while the jealousy boiled. The hot heat of anger began at their fingertips running through every inch of their body, until it fell on the back of their neck, behind their ears. Knowing damn well that it would have been the other woman kissing their lips, touching their soft skin and playing with their hair. It should have been them pushing the other against the wall before claiming their sweet lips as their hands working up under their shirt. And after one too many drinks and shot, every touch and kiss they received looked rough and unwanted. Then screaming began, the cussing to have him back off of her had begun. Pushing him off her, and pulling her closer, only to have her pull away from you. Telling you to ' fuck off.'
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
And now here they were, in the middle of the fucking street in the pouring raining, crying their eyes out because every emotion they held so deep inside came out in the worst possible way. Standing only one foot away from each other, their clothing clinging on to their bodies, make up running and their hair completely drenched as the rain continued to pour on to them. Their eyes remain locked into one other, blue meeting brown; lust, hurt and angry hide behind them. Heart beating radically and chest rising up and down rapidly, trying desperately to catch their breath. Tears ran down their cheeks, and the carving to kiss her lips, to feel her soft skin on top of hers, to taste every inch of her body was becoming overpowering. Maybe it was the excessive alcohol they had but the burning desire was coming out, the long nights she dreamt of her, with her hand between her legs, calling out her name.
Closing their eyes, they remember shot glasses being thrown. Shouting at Nick and Brian to get the fuck away from her, the fear and confusion in their eyes didn't faze them. They tried to protect the person they loved. The person they wanted to be with. The person their heart and body craved for. Nothing else matter but her.
Stepping closer, blonde and brunette now arm length. Shaky hands reaching out to brush each other's wet lock behind their ear. And like a magnet, their lips claimed the others as their hands fell on each other sides. The pure ecstasy of their shape-shifting mouths swirling and puckering with each delicious smack of escaping air overcame their entire body as shaky hands roamed each other bodies, studying very curve of the body that god had perfectly created. The world stood still, nothing else mattered but, them.
Hesitant to break their kiss, but knowing they were each in much need of air, they pull apart not allowing their eyes to break their lock. Her bright blue eyes turned dark blue, and her lover's turned to almost black, it was pure ecstasy. Their foreheads never leaving each other and their breathing didn't seem to slow down, their eyes remain locked into their gaze. Olivia swallowed hard as she felt her heart beat become harder and faster, her chest dramatically going up and down. Refusing to let go of the blonde in front of her, who was also struggling to gasp for air but never letting go of her brunette lover.
"The only thing I want is you."
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