You had just transferred from Anchorage Alaska and you had been partnered with Detective Gavin Reed. He was tolerable until he had to interact with an android. You hated that about him, but since he met you, he had started to be kinder to them. If he wasn't he felt the punishments.

Currently, you were at your desk filling out a report on the case you and Gavin were wrapping up when you heard the man start to sing along to the song he was listening to in his earbuds. "Baby, lock the doors and turn the lights down low," he crooned. His voice was husky, deep and alluring. He sounded good. You never would have thought he could sing, but dear lord, that man could carry a tune.

You smiled as you remembered that one vine from your childhood. "Now turn em back on, girl, don't be a hoe." You were on key and smiling as you typed away on your terminal.

Gavin laughed in front of you. "You know Scotty Sire?" His cheeks were slightly flushed, like he knew you heard him.

"Of course." You grinned, leaning back in your chair. "He made some of the funniest vines." Thankfully, the precinct was empty besides you two. You were staying late to finish your reports since you both had the next three days off. The overnight officers were on the beat or on patrol. "Besides, Josh Turner has an amazing voice."

He, too, leaned back in his chair, his stunning gray eyes studying you. "I wouldn't have thought you were a country fan. Took you for a pop fan."

"Not really my cup of coffee. I'm more of a country, 80s, disney, and some opera music fan." You shrugged and continued typing the last few lines of your report. "You almost done?"

"Yeah, just about finish. You want to go get some drinks after?"

"No, but you can come over. Blu needs to rough house with someone." Your eyes flicked up to Gavin's face. "I'll make dinner."

"Sure." He stared at you, watching as your cheeks reddened. "That… sounds good, actually." Your husky loved Gavin and Gavin loved her.

You both sent your reports off and gathered your belongings. "You wanna follow me?"

"Actually, I took a cab today. My bike is in the shop. I'm gonna need a ride, please." He looked at you out of the corner of his eye as you both approached the doors of the precinct.

"Hop in." You unlocked the door to your 2018 Honda Accord and climbed in. As you started it up, your phone connected to the bluetooth and started to play Don't Stop Believing. It was a song your father and you jammed to on your way to the State Fair in Palmer; four hours and good 80's music was the best memories of your life.

"Ah, the good shit." He smiled, reaching over and turning it up. You both sang along, jamming and just having fun. It had been awhile since you shared your music with someone who loved it as much as you. The ride to your condo was short but fun.

"Blu, my baby!" You crooned to your dog who was waiting for you to arrive. As soon as she saw you, her ears flattened to her head and her butt wagged with her tail in her excitement. She started talking like most huskies do when she spotted Gavin, her tail wagging so hard, she stumbled. She jumped on the man, licking his smiling face. "Blu, down!"

Of course, she ignored you, like normal. "I'll take her outside." Gavin reached for her leash on the coat rack and hooked it on to her collar. "Let's go potty, pretty girl!"

You smiled. That dog knew she was the cutest girl ever with her blue eyes and her slender muzzle. She looked like a seal with her ears flat, adding to her cuteness. She was also ridiculously photogenic, which you were highly jealous of. Shaking your head, you removed your shoes and coat and walked to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable: yoga pants and a tank top.

You were just about to start on dinner, pulling out the pork chops when your husky tore into the living room before she whipped around and got close to the ground, her tail wagging. The front door closed and you could hear Gavin removing his shoes and coat. He rushed into the room, dropping to all fours and laughing as he 'wrestled' with your dog as you seasoned the meat.

As the pork chops sizzled, you cleaned and prepped the asparagus and popped them in the oven. You placed a pot on the stove with some water boiling, a box of angel hair Rice-A-Roni on the counter. You could hear your husky growling and Gavin laughing, growling back at her. The sound of his growling sent a shiver up your spine and you imagined that growl in your ear as he fucked you agains the wall.

You turned the pork chops over in the pan as you shook yourself out of your thoughts. You lusted after Gavin, but he was your partner; you couldn't get involved with him like that. You poured the noodles into the boiling water and opened the oven to turn the asparagus. You saw Gavin stand up, panting ever so slightly, a bright smile on his face and, with that sexy scar on his face, you swooned.

"So what are we having?" He walked into the kitchen and leaned on his hip against the counter, watching you. "Smells fucking amazing."

"Thanks! If you want to get something to drink, I have beer, water, apple and grape juice, water or milk. Glasses are in the cupboard by the fridge." You leaned down and grabbed the strainer and placed it in the sink. "Watch out; coming through with a hot pot."

"Holy shit, dinner was fucking amazing." Gavin leaned back in his chair, his hands on his stomach. "Might snatch you up before someone else does." Your cheeks burned as your grabbed your plates and took them to the kitchen. You would do dishes in the morning. At least you didn't have to put food away; between you and Gavin, you'd polished off the food. "I got the dishes."

"Oh, Gav, you don't have to! I'll do them in the morning!"

"No, you cooked, the least I can do is do the dishes." He moved to the sink and turned the water on. "So, Alaska, huh?"

"Yeah…" You sighed and leaned on your forearms on your counter. "I miss it, ya know?"

"Well, it was home. What's it like?"

"Gorgeous. The trees, the mountains, the wildlife." You sighed. "It was amazing."

"It sounds like it." He looked at your with a grin. "Is it really dark for six months at a time?"

"No," you laughed. "It adds up, roughly, but the nights get longer in the winter and shorter in the summer. Fairbanks has The Midnight Run In The Sun during the Summer Solstice."

"That's really cool, to be honest." Gavin put the utensils in the drying rack, grabbing the cookie sheet and starting on scrubbing it. "I hope I can get up there sometime. Maybe you can come with and show me the cool spots only the locals know." He winked at you.

"Are you… Are you hitting on me?"

"How astute of you to notice." He grinned. "Look, we are both adults. If you aren't interested, its ok."

"No, no no. I'm interested," your face and neck burned and you were sure you were red. "Just concerned on the ramifications on the job."

"Again, we are adults." He shrugged. "I think you're amazing and sexy as hell."

"I think you are an amazing singer and sexy, too." You were fidgeting with your fingers, staring at them as you spoke to him. "I would like to pursue this—!"

Gavin's hand rested on yours and, when you turned to look at him, his face was close to yours. You could feel his breath on your lips, and you just closed the distance and kissed him. Immediately, he turned you around, his damp hands on your waist as he deepened the kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your fingers carding through his soft brown hair. You moaned when his teeth gently bit your lip. He leaned back, his pupils blown wide. "I really like you," his voice was breathless and it made your knees weak. "You wanna do this?"

"Yes." You pulled him back to your lips. "Yes," you breathed against his lips. "Yes." You kept repeating it as his hands roamed over your body, his lips traveling to your jaw and your throat. You moaned again as his hands ran up under your tank top and caressed your breasts.

He broke his lips from your skin to remove your tank from your torso and pulling the soft cups of you bra down to latch his mouth to your chest. "So fucking beautiful." He sucked a hickey on your left breast, his fingers pinching your nipples. "God, I want you."

"Then take me, Gav." You reached down to his belt and pulled his hips flush to yours. "Just turn off the water and meet me in the bedroom."

"Yes, ma'am." He reached out to flick the faucet off, not giving you the chance to move away. "Water's off." He ripped his shirt off and lifted you against him, his hands under your thighs.

"Shit." Not only could the man sing, he was strong. He was the whole package, and, judging from the erection resting against your core, he had a HUGE package. You shivered as he bit your earlobe gently, his tongue running along the outer shell of your ear.

He tossed you on the bed, and crawled over you. He captured your lips in a searing kiss and your hands flew to his belt, ripping the buckle open. "Fuck, Gav. I need you. Now." You were suddenly desperate for the man to be inside you. "Please."

He groaned, his voice gravelly. "Fuck." He grabbed the waistband of your yoga pants and tugged them and your panties down your legs, as you undid your bra, flinging it after your pants. "Good god, you are fucking sexy," he growled, his hand caressing your thigh, his fingers brushing your sopping pussy. "You are already this wet?!"

"Your singing was really good." You blushed, your hands undoing his pants. "I can't help it; I like a man who can sing. And when you lifted me like that…" You moaned as you freed his cock from his jeans. He was unbelievably hard and you needed him inside you. He removed his pants and briefs swiftly, his cock thick and jutting out proudly. "Fuck me," you breathed. "Now."

He pounced on you, his eyes burning with lust. "I'm gonna fuck you, be sure of that."

You moaned at that promise with a hint of a threat. "Yes," you hissed. "Please." He entered your wet cunt in one smooth motion and you both groaned. You clamped down on his length, your legs wrapping around his waist and you rocked your hips into his, desperate for the friction. He started moving inside you, and your hands wrapped around him, your nails scraping the skin on his back. He pounded into you, spurned on by your reactions.

"Fuck, fuck," he groaned, his voice rough. You felt your orgasm crash over you and you clamped down even harder down on him, nearly screaming his name, your head thrown back and your back arched.

"GAVIN!" Your orgasm didn't seem to end, and you certainly didn't want to. You heard a long, rough groan in your ear, his hips stuttering against yours. Your eyes rolled up in the back of your head as you felt him come in you, intensifying your own orgasm. "Fuck," you whimpered, kissing his neck.

"Yes, that is what we just did," he chuckled, grinning at his joke. "Shit." He rolled off of you, pulling you against his side. "Give me a few and I'll be ready for round two."

You were suddenly glad you had three day off; you had a feeling you would be walking with a limp after tonight, and you loved it.