Warning: I don't have a beta-reader (yeah that hasn't changed either) and as English is not my main language I'm bound to make mistakes. I hope it's not too bad and you'll bear with me.
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So here we are with chapter 4 (first smutty one probably not the last one of this fic). As usual my smut is way too long… yeah well. I can't be bothered to cut this chapter in two or make it shorter.
At one point I will go back to Gossip. I actually want to bring those 2 fics to the same timeline. Not sure how realistic this is though.
Disclaimer: Don't own, just playing around so don't sue… Belongs to CBS Studios, Sony Pictures Television and many others.
"We have every right to create our own destiny, but none to interfere in someone else's." Martin Rubin. ;)
Julian stood up and extended his hand to Chris.
"Would you do me the honor of dancing with me?" He asked with a bow. He saw once more how her eyes automatically checked a spot right behind him. It was subtle, only a split second each time but he had noticed the pattern during the course of the day. She finally nodded and joined him on the small area that had been arranged for dancing outside next to the dinner tables. Most people had already gone inside to the main ballroom as a reputed DJ was at the commands. They danced in silence for a moment and Julian reflected how they perfectly fitted. He pursed his lips and sighed.
"You're not really single." He relaxed his embrace, as he wanted to look at her. He saw surprise and then amusement in her eyes.
"No, not really." She admitted with a smile.
"But Bonnie and Victor don't know…"
"No, it's still new and my colleagues are sometimes a little overprotective. I'd like first to see how things evolve before putting him in the middle of the wolf pack." She smiled and Julian simply smirked at her. "You don't believe me…"
"Well in my field of work you have to be very observant." He explained with a nod. "You have a very good game Chris, but your eyes always linger somewhere behind me. And there is someone sitting there who doesn't like it at all when I'm too close to you."
She just smiled and nodded.
"Touché!"
"It can't be easy." He wondered. "I suppose it is forbidden…"
"It is…" Julian just nodded and waited for her to say more, but it never came.
"Your secret is safe with me. I won't tell anyone." He finally said. "I wouldn't want to anger two deadly SWAT officers. But I guess I'm probably already on your boyfriend's hit list."
"He's not that vindictive." She chuckled. "But he's currently LAPD's Master Gunner so yeah, you should be careful."
"Lucky me I still live in Chicago for now."
"I'll let him know."
In all the afternoon had been quite nice Chris reflected as she looked around her. Many had retreated inside since the DJ had started his performance and the dancefloor was on fire. Most people still outside were having conversations, as that was impossible inside with the blaring music. Julian had been a rather charming and insightful companion. His presence had kept other men at bay and only for that, she was definitely thankful. His mother had kidnapped him a few minutes earlier as it seemed that his last trip to LA had been several months ago and they had some catching up to do.
She looked around to see who was still present among her friends and saw that Hondo, Deac, Rocker and their respective plus-ones were all chatting at the same table. She had seen Luca follow a larger group inside when the happy couple had gone to dance on the crazy rhythms. Strangely, Street wasn't seated at his table anymore and she wondered if one of the bridesmaids had finally convinced him to take them to dance. She had watched amused as he had continually but steadily refused to give in. Suddenly her phone vibrated and she saw his name appear on the screen.
'Meet me by the stairs.' She smiled at the message and quickly looked around seeing no one was paying attention to what she was doing. She quietly made her way inside. Her eyes lingered a moment to the dancing and singing crowd as she walked towards the stairs she had noticed earlier. As she came closer, she frowned as she couldn't see him there, and her steps faltered for a moment. When she finally reached the foot of the stairs, he walked down the few steps that had kept him hidden from the main room. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up the stairs with a grin.
"Street! Where are we going?" She only faintly resisted. "I'm pretty sure we're not supposed to go up there."
When he only waggled his eyebrows, she burst out laughing.
"Jeez you're such a kid." She chastised him. They arrived in front of a door and he quickly opened it. "Please tell me you didn't pick the lock."
He pushed her inside and closed the door by pressing her body with his against the wood panel.
"I certainly did not pick the lock as it was open." His left hand moved from her waist to her buttocks. "But I will make sure no one can disturb us here."
His right hand went to his pocket and he produced a key with a smirk. He swiftly locked the door and grinned again.
"How the heck did you get that key because I don't believe for a second you found it here?"
"Would you believe me if I told you that I seduced one of the waitresses so that she would give it to me?" He wondered cheekily. She burst out laughing at his question.
"Oh I totally believe that." Her arms went around his neck and she pressed harder against him. "The question is what you promised her because I definitely have a say with this kind of things. And as you know I'm not very good at sharing."
"Okay I see… Well you know I'm not very good at sharing either and I had to see how you shamelessly flirt with Bonnie's cousin the whole afternoon." He reminded. "How is that for a reminder?"
"That is what I call deflection…" He squinted and waited for her to go on. "And apparently I was very bad at it because he totally found out about us."
"What?" His shocked gasp made her giggle.
"He noticed that I was constantly checking something or someone behind him… And as I seemed immune to his charms he came to the conclusion that I was not really available and I was just playing along."
"Oh very insightful guy… even though a little conceited if he thinks you being immune is just because you have someone else." She nodded and grinned up at him.
"So now that I'm proven innocent that leaves us with your bridesmaids and that lady who helped you with the key." She reminded him. "And I want details."
"The bridesmaids? Come on Chris. I spent the whole day escaping them, I'm completely innocent there and you perfectly know it." She pursed her lips as if she would be thinking about the situation.
"Let's pretend you were convincing in fending them off… where did you disappear just before?"
"So Luca forced me to come to the ballroom to dance and I might have played along while you were lost in your conversation with the hunky surgeon." He teased her. "You didn't even notice me leaving and I should feel bad… That sounds very much like double standards."
He stared down at her and she had the courtesy to blush a little at his accusation.
"You still didn't tell me how you seduced your way into getting this key…"
"No indeed I didn't tell you…" He smugly admitted. "What are you going to give me if I tell you?"
"Why do many of our conversations consist in you asking me to give you things?" She tsked as she brushed her nose with his.
"Because you know that whatever you give me I'll make it worth your while."
"I'm still waiting for my 'I'll make it to you' from this morning." She reminded him. "So far I haven't seen anything coming my way."
"Wow I must be really bad at it if you don't see anything coming right now…" He was about to kiss her when she moved her head backwards.
"How did you get the key?" She asked again a little more forcefully.
"Okay I got it from…" He looked her straight in the eye and sneered. "… Tan."
"What?" From all the answers he could have given her, this was definitely the one she expected the least.
"This is where usually the bride and the groom get ready before the ceremony so they always give the key to the newlyweds." He explained with a grin, satisfied to have surprised her.
"And how did you coerce him into giving it to you?"
"I may have played the 'Your wife set me up with her friends' card to guilt him into giving it to me." He finally admitted.
"So he's thinking you brought a girl up here?"
"I brought a girl up here." She fake slapped him and he chuckled. "What? You are here. And to use the word of a very wise person 'That's what I call deflection' and now I rest my case. So are we going to go on talking because that's definitely not why I brought you up here?"
"I hope you are thinking about my compensation from this morning, because you totally owe me after that shitty move." She reminded him with a pout. "Is it bad that I don't feel at all guilty about us having sex at Tan's wedding with everyone downstairs?"
"Well technically it's not his wedding. It's just a wedding vows ceremony so I don't know if it really counts." He countered.
"But everyone is downstairs…"
He turned his head towards the door and listened to the loud music and cheering coming through the door.
"They all seem to have a great time, so why not us?"
She looked around the room for the first time since they arrived and disentangled from his embrace. He knew she liked to explore by herself and he had done it earlier before he had decided he needed Tan to give him the key. So far, she had only been focused on him and their discussion not really taking into account what surrounded them. The room was nicely decorated, a leather couch, a few chairs and end tables, a thick rug and a large sturdy looking cabinet. A few greens, mostly ferns and peace lilies were giving a nice homey touch to the place. There was a door at the end of the room that lead to a private bathroom all complete with a restroom, a shower, a sink, a dresser and comfortable armchairs.
She walked back into the main room and looked at Street who was patiently waiting for her to say something, to state her preferences.
"It's a nice place…" Her fingers lingered on the leather couch. "I don't know…"
She took a few more steps and she rested her back against the cabinet as she looked at him.
"You're really without surprise." He said matter-of-factly.
"What can I say? I like counters and cabinets." She countered. "The bathroom is nice, but I wouldn't trust the sink and the shower is a no go. We're too tired to go for the wall and this couch is too low, so I'm being practical and naughty at the same time."
"The counter it is then." He chuckled.
"I'm looking forward finally getting the 'I'll make it up to you' from this morning." She grinned broadly at him.
SMUT Warning
Street walked the short distance that separated them and stood in front of her. For a moment, they simply grinned to each other. Chris pushed away from the piece of furniture and grabbed his tie to deftly remove it.
"This needs to go. I really love Bonnie but her choices for the bridal party clothes were…" She dramatically shuddered with a grin. "Let's say I'm glad I could chose my own dress."
Before she could remove anything else, he took her by the hips and pulled her flush against his body. She cupped his face and crashed their lips together. His left hand moved quickly to the slit of her dress and pushed the fabric aside to slip his hand between her skin and her panties. She gave a groan of approval when his fingers pushed the garment down her body. She followed his example and grabbed the lapels of his jacket to peel from him. Expertly she unbuttoned his shirt with one hand while the other tucked it out of his pants. In an instant, his top was on the floor and her hand was on his belt buckle.
Street chuckled into their kiss and she playfully bit his lower lip. He ran his fingers along her jaw until they rested at her nape. He deepened the kiss, his tongue delving more forcefully into her mouth. Her hand stopped her progression while he let his move from her neck to the zipper of her dress to lower it. He grabbed her and sat her on the cabinet. His lips moved from her mouth to her neck and she gave a shaky sigh when his tongue licked her collarbone. He nipped and sucked her shoulder, careful not to leave any marks with his ministrations. He ground into her until they both moaned and she raked her nails up his back and ran her fingers through his hair, hooking her legs against his hips. He lowered the front of her dress, his lips following his progress on her chest. She helped him by pushing quickly her sleeves down her arms and removing her bra in one swift motion.
She pressed his head against her heated skin and moaned when he once more ground their lower bodies against each other. He put one hand on her left breast and tenderly pushed her back against the wooden surface of the cabinet and she followed suit. She watched him with half-closed eyes as his tongue laved one of her nipples before slightly nibbling at it. She groaned and she guided him where she wanted him the most. He chuckled when Chris very intently pushed him lower. Now that her upper body was lying on the cabinet, he had a better access and he intended to use it at his advantage.
He pushed a little away from her body unhooking her legs from his hips and she immediately complained at the loss of his heat, but let him have his way. Their eyes locked and he smirked. His hands moved slowly from her breast to her waist. He pushed her a little higher on the piece of furniture until her buttocks were on the edge. He rested his face against her belly, he blew hot air through the thin fabric of her dress, and she hissed at the sensation. Her hands went back to his head, pushing him down. He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder and he smiled at her satisfied sigh. He loved this moment when she was so impatient for him to put his mouth on her. Now she knew better, she had gotten used to him delaying that moment until she was literally burning for his touch.
His hands slowly caressed her legs and he trailed small kisses on the thigh hooked over his shoulder. Chris' fingers grabbed his hair painfully and he retaliated by biting the soft skin. He suckled at it, reveling in the fact it was the only spot she had allowed him to mark.
"Street stop teasing we're not exactly home." She reminded him with a breathless, edgy tone.
He chuckled at her impatience, but his mouth closed over her mound as he kneeled down to have better access. Her hand gripped the edge of the counter and she pushed her body hard against his mouth with a low moan. He happily obliged and licked her slit. He pushed his tongue hard to her opening and grazed her clit with his teeth. Once more, her fingers pulled at his hairs as she guided him to where she wanted him. He loved how very responsive she was. His every lick, every nibble was always enthusiastically welcomed by her moans and groans. Those sounds resonated in him, making him painfully hard. Chris had only unbuckled his belt and his pants were getting more uncomfortable by the minute. He quickly unbuttoned them and carefully opened the fly with a sigh of relief.
He loved going down on Chris. He could have spent hours eating her out, her sweet, heady taste was like a drug, and he could never get enough. She was already dripping wet and he was more than happy to feast on her sweet honey. He closed his mouth around her clit and teased her entrance with the tip of his index. The soft caresses made her arch her back on the cabinet as another hiss escaped her lips. She pushed his head harder against her clit and he indulged her by increasing the speed at which his tongue was flicking against the hard bud. Her breath hitched and she whimpered when he finally pushed one finger inside of her. She was so close and it wouldn't take much to push her over the edge. He withdrew his index and once more teased her entrance with his tongue, sucking her juices thoroughly. Once more, she pushed her lower body against his mouth, impatient to finally climax.
He moved his mouth again to her clit, sucking hard, his tongue circling it with rapid laps. He felt as her body tensed against him, one hand in his hair, the other gripping painfully the cabinet. He increased the pace of his ministration and her whimpers were getting louder with each lick. He fastened his mouth on her, pushing two fingers into her and she cried out as she came hard on his tongue and fingers. He kept a steady rhythm as she rode her orgasm, slowing only when her breath was finally returning to normal. He gave her a final lick and stood up again.
"You are getting way too good at that." She told him still a little breathless. She had pushed herself on her elbows and was staring at him with a satisfied grin.
"I aim to please…"
"Then lose the pants." She commanded, pushing shaky fingers through her hair.
He chuckled at her order but removed quickly his shoes and pants. She sat back up and grabbed him by his briefs, pulling him towards her. Their mouths met again for a searing kiss. Her taste was intoxicating and he was high on it, always needing more. When her hands gripped his buttocks, he couldn't help rocking hard against her core and she groaned. She closed her legs around his hips and rocked with him while her hands were traveling up and down his back. He quickly pushed his underwear down his body and settled against her once more. He was painfully hard and very, very eager to go on as their bodies were pressed together.
Their kisses were becoming more ravenous as they were rocking harder against each other. Chris hooked one of her legs higher against him while her hand closed around him. This time it was his turn to hiss and he knew without opening his eyes that that she was smirking. Her thumb flicked over the head and a few drops of precum dripped on her hand. She slowly stroked him, her hand increasing the pressure as she went from tip to base several times. With both hands, he grasped her face and deepened their kiss, his tongue dueling with hers, as she continued her maddening caress. He groaned when she guided him inside of her.
One of his hands went to her hips as he tilted her to the right angle. He pushed inside by an inch before retreating. She gasped in protest but soon he thrust back into her core and she gave a sigh of satisfaction. Her raised leg hiked higher on his torso limiting how far he could withdraw from her heat. He finally gave in and pushed all the way inside of her. Her walls tightened around him and they found their usual rhythm. She felt scorching hot and Street doubted that he would be able to delay his orgasm for much longer. He increased the speed of his strokes, pressing his pelvis against her clit with each thrust. Her hands moved to his butt and she pressed him harder against her. He felt her nails dig into his flesh and it fueled him on.
His mouth left hers and settled on the pulse point at the base of her neck. He hooked one of her legs on his arm to change the angle of his thrusts. She squealed at the change of position as it sent him deeper inside of her. She put her hands back on the cabinet and pushed up to meet his strokes with hers. She gasped once more reveling at how hard he was. In this new position he was hitting the spot that he knew was going to unravel her completely. The tension was steadily building once more inside of her. She felt another, stronger orgasm building inexorably. She barely heard the music coming from outside. Every second was rhythmed by their pants and moans. He put one hand on her hip and he was starting an almost punishing pace. She started to clench around him and she felt him grow even harder as he pumped forcefully.
The tension in his body was unbearable. He hit her most sensitive spot and he felt her shudders, knowing she was as close to release as he was. He was losing control and he couldn't help biting the tender skin on her collarbone. The sting pushed her over the edge. Her walls clamped painfully around him and she screamed her release. His lips closed over hers in a passionate kiss. He managed to pump into her another time before letting go and climaxing into her sweet heat. Her core pulsed, milking him and he kept a slow rhythm inside of her. He unhooked her leg from his arm and placed a kiss to her jaw. Once seated on the cabinet again she framed his face with her hands and kissed him tenderly. Slowly their breathing returned to normal as they still rocked against each other. They rested their foreheads against each other and Chris l.
"Well that was a good compensation for this morning." They both chuckled. She looked around them and shook her head. "This place is a mess. And we are both sticky…"
"There is a shower next door… I saw some toiletries in the dresser, why don't you clean up while I'll make sure to gather our clothes." He offered and she kissed him.
"Okay and I'll tidy up the room while you get ready." She nodded. "Sounds like a plan."
End of Smut warning
Chris was walking on shaky legs when she came down for their hideaway. She took a steadying gulp of air and walked resolutely towards the mass of people still dancing and singing (shouting would have been a far more accurate description). She looked around to see if anyone she knew was still present. When a hand tapped on her shoulder, she jumped and turned around to find herself in front of a grinning Luca.
"Sorry I have startled you but with the music I doubt you would have heard me if I had called out." He explained. "Have you seen Street? I have been touring the premises and I can't find him."
He looked at her curiously, as he was finally taking in her still somewhat disheveled current state.
"Are you okay? You look a little flushed."
"Yes I'm fine, it's just very hot here…" She avoided looking straight at him. As she stared to her right, she saw Julian walk by and winking at her. She just nodded wondering if he had understood what she had been up to with Street. Observant as he was and knowing about their relationship, he had no doubt realized they had both disappeared at the same time. She saw Luca waving at Julian and heard him chuckle.
"Oh I see." He nodded with a knowing look. "Your secret is safe with me."
It took her a moment to realize Luca was thinking she had been 'busy' with Julian. She stared at him disbelievingly. She knew she still smelled like Street, despite the quick shower after their little romp. She wondered how Luca didn't not pick that up as he was standing so close to her. Maybe over the last few months their scents had started to mix and that was why their colleagues were still oblivious to their change of relationship.
"So have you seen Street?" Luca asked again.
"No sorry I haven't." She lied with her best poker face. "Why?"
"Well you remember Melissa, Deac's neighbor we met at their barbecue a few weeks ago." When Chris nodded, he went on. "She was supposed to be my plus one today but she had a last minute obligation and she couldn't make it. She just texted me that she's finally home and as we are spending the day together tomorrow, I was thinking about driving there tonight…"
"Oh I see and so?"
"I brought Street here so if I leave now he will need to find another way to get home. I tried to call him but his phone goes directly to voicemail." He chuckled. "I probably shouldn't worry, his date might have a car… but I know he doesn't like to Uber unless he really has no other option…"
"Well I can drive him home if you want." She offered quickly. That was actually perfect. With Luca gone, they could spend the rest of the evening and the night together without anyone being any wiser. "There's not hassle."
"Oh you would? That would be perfect." He beamed at her. "Deac and Annie just left a few minutes ago, Hondo and Nichelle are also about to leave so I needed to find him quickly. You might be able to reach him better, I think he put your number on his 'Do not disturb" overwrite list."
"Oh he did? I had no clue…" She lied brashly. "Well don't worry I will make sure he has a way to get home. So Melissa? I didn't know you were being serious about her."
"Yeah well it's still early days." He scratched his head as he was looking sheepishly at her. "But we have been to a couple of dates so far and we have a lot in common. Tomorrow we want to spend the day in Santa Monica. As we will be on call in the afternoon, we can't go too far from HQ. But I have organized a few things. And when she called earlier she invited me over… So that would be the first time…"
"I see." She smiled and patted his shoulder. "I'm glad you have found someone, now go to her I'll take care of Street. Don't worry."
"Thanks Chris you are a gem. I'll make it up to you. I promise!" He waved at her and left in a hurry.
"Now that's what I call a hasty retreat." A voice said behind her as she was still looking at Luca leaving in a rush. She turned around and smiled up at Street.
"He's going over to his new friend Melissa. They are planning to spend some time together." She explained with a grin.
"Enough so that we can spend time together?" He inquired with a hopeful grin.
"He was speaking about tonight and most of tomorrow."
"Sweet, let's go then." He grinned at her. "Your place or mine?"
"Does it matter?" She wondered.
"Absolutely not!"
