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So here we are with chapter 12. The party is over and the guests are gone. Of course as promised there will be smut at the end of the chapter. As usual I will mark when it starts so those who are not interested or are too young can stop reading, when you get there.
I really wanted to post that before episode 502. I almost didn't get it done on time. This chapter is way too long. I should stop writing smut methinks.
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. ;)
"Where is Luca?" Chris wondered when she placed another tray of glasses on the kitchen counter. She watched as Street was putting yet another load of plates and cutlery in the dishwasher. "I saw Melissa go out with Lauren just when I went back to the backyard."
"Yeah he's gone talking to them. They're outside probably devising a plan to get back to her place in the next ten minutes. I told him he could go, but he doesn't want to abandon me." Chris chuckled and peaked through the window at their friends. "So how did your conversation with Tan go? He seemed in a very good mood afterwards."
"He definitely found us out, but I laughed it off so for now he's convinced he's imagined things." They both giggled. "I'd say we'll have to be careful in the coming weeks. And he has totally confirmed that they are setting us up. Apparently Bonnie got him to join their brigade but he insisted he respected me too much to help them with the Julian ploy."
"What about me?" He wondered and he groaned when Chris chuckled. "Oh perfect… So in his books it's okay to go after me."
"I'm just repeating what he told me. He kinda pitied you but I guess that's where his solidarity stopped." She refrained another chuckle when she saw him roll his eyes. "He said something strange about Julian but he didn't really elaborate."
"What did he say?" His annoyance at Tan was quickly forgotten as soon as she said the other man's name.
"He said that whatever his feelings for Julian were, he thought he was not the right person for me."
"What does that even mean? Whatever his feelings are?" He parroted.
"I'm not sure. I tried to find out more but he talked right away about his suspicions about us."
"I told you something was fishy about Julian." The way he pronounced the other man's name made her grin.
"What Tan said could mean anything." She tried to explain.
"Oh please! The fact that he doesn't elaborate means he doesn't like the guy." He countered quickly and Chris simply sighed. He did have a point. Their friend's curious reaction had left her a little unnerved if she were honest. But Street was set enough against Bonnie's cousin she didn't want to add her own doubts.
"Well maybe, but now back at you." He turned his gaze her way with a raised eyebrow. "Tan seems convinced they will throw women at you as long as they haven't succeeded or until you rebel. The latter doesn't seem to be a good option right now. Our conspirators might get suspicious." She was about to say more when a clapping sound made them turn their heads toward a slightly sheepish Luca.
"Hey guys…" He started hesitantly and Chris crossed her arms to stare at him. "I was wondering if you would mind me taking the girls back home. Melissa has an early rise tomorrow morning and…"
"Sure Luca." Street told him with a bright smile. "We're almost done here anyway."
The older man beamed at him but before he could say anything, Chris jabbed Street's ribs hard.
"Who says you are the one who's got the right to decide when he can leave?"
"Because I live here with him, that you will also leave in a few and that I will end up being the one to finish tidying the place…" He offered unfazed.
"Good points." She conceded with a pout. "I suppose I can leave the rest of the operations to you guys and bow out myself. If you're okay with him leaving…"
"I'll make it up to you, Street." Their friend said with a huge smile. "I'll cook you breakfast for a whole week. And Chris thank you so much for your help. We would never have managed such a feast without you."
He hugged the brunette fiercely and she chuckled at his exuberance.
"Now come outside with me to say goodbye to the girls."
"She certainly likes you." Chris grumbled as they came back in after watching their friends leave for the night. Luca had announced once they were outside, that he would commute directly from Melissa's place to HQ in the morning and that Street should not wait on him.
"What?" Street wondered when he closed her door.
"Don't pretend you don't understand what I just said." She added annoyed as she rubbed her neck with a grimace.
"Are you I pain?" He moved straight behind her and started massaging her sore muscles. "You feel extremely tense. Why don't you take a shower or a hot bath while I finish here?"
"I don't want to leave you alone with that…" She sighed, looking at the dirty glasses and plates pilled on the kitchen counter.
"Chris I'm offering… Stop being stubborn. You're in pain, there's no way that I want you to go on helping me." He pressed his thumb harder against one of the knots he could feel in her neck and she yelped at the sensation. "You take a bath and I'll finish here. Stop being aggravating."
He pushed her in the direction of the bathroom and she reluctantly followed his lead.
"Do you even have bath salts or something remotely nice for a bath?"
He smirked at her after starting the bath and quickly left the room. Chris sighed looking at the door but still began undressing. She realized now that the party was over and everything had gone as smoothly as she had hoped that she was extremely tired and wanted nothing more than to unwind and relax. Street was right a bath was definitely an excellent idea. She was down to her underwear, when he came back hiding something behind his back. She automatically smiled when she took in his satisfied grin.
"What did you bring?" She wondered biting her lower lip. "Show me!"
"Which hand?"
"Oh come on…" When he shook his head in refusal, she giggled. "Okay I'll start with the right hand but I want to see what's in the other one too."
He produced a large green ball and she swiftly grabbed the bath bomb.
"Those are my favorites." She sniffed it with glee and put it in the bathtub. "Did you snoop in my bathroom?"
"I'm not revealing all my secrets right now. But I let you know this comes from my personal stash."
"That means you have more…" She grinned suddenly forgetting her tiredness for a moment. "So what's in the other hand?"
"Who says you get that one too?" He wondered with a serious tone.
"I say because I know you." She extended her hand and waved at him.
"Now Ms. Alonso that is a little callous." He shook his head seriously. "I think a second gift deserves a little more than that. And don't give me you helped us organize the event… I already paid for that several times."
"Well considering that I don't know what it is, I'm not really sure what it's worth." She pouted. "Why don't you show me and then we'll negotiate."
Street sighed and rolled his eyes.
"I give up." He showed his hand and a bright smile appeared on Chris' face when she saw the scented candle. "I'll get matches."
When he came back, she was already in the bath and sniffing happily the candle. She stretched her arm in his direction and he lighted it.
"So did I choose a scent you like?" He cheekily wondered, fully knowing the answer to his question.
"You know you did." She read the label with a smirk before placing it on the edge of the tub. "Sage, grapefruit, moss, lavender, and musk. It's really nice."
"Relax a little, and then go to the bedroom." He looked around and saw the fresh t-shirt she had stolen from his dresser, next to her own clothes. He pressed a kiss on the top of her head. "I'll finish in the kitchen and take a quick shower. If you still feel a little tense, we can try a massage."
"Hmm I like the sound of that." She smiled up at him. "Are you sure you can manage everything yourself? I feel guilty to do nothing while you're still slaving."
"Don't worry. I don't have for long." He reassured her. "It's one more dishwasher and a little tidying. We can finish certain things tomorrow, as we don't have to return some items before Tuesday. And I'll leave that to Luca. Just relax, do you want me put some music?"
"No I'm good, if I get any more relaxed I'll fall asleep."
He watched as she closed her eyes and sighed happily. He quietly left the bathroom and made his way back to the kitchen.
Almost an hour later he had finally finished tidying up the place and started a last dishwasher, a soft humming sound now resounded in the room. The bathtub had been pristine and only the faint mixed scent of the candle and the bath bomb was a testament that Chris had been there. He had rushed to take a fast shower and was now standing in front of his bedroom door. He quietly opened the door half-expecting Chris to have already fallen asleep after her relaxing bath. The lamp on his nightstand was still on and he moved to the dresser to grab a fresh t-shirt and changed into new shorts. He made his way to the bed and was surprised to see Chris was still awake and smiling at him.
"Hey I thought you would be asleep by now." He slid in the bed next to her with a smile.
"I was promised a massage." She reminded him with a grin. "You really think I would pass that kind of offer. And we haven't finished discussing our situation."
"You want to discuss at this hour?" He wondered with a doubtful tone. "I'm all for the massage, but I really don't feel like talking about our friends' scheming…"
"We don't know when we will have time to discuss this again." She turned towards him. "Like I said earlier we can't rebel as they will get suspicious. Julian already knows about us, so that part is under control. The unknown is Lauren. We obviously can't string her along."
"She seems to be a nice girl." He grinned when she grumbled. "Come on you liked her too. She was a little uncomfortable but very sweet."
"Yeah and she was totally infatuated with you. You have to tell her you're not available." When he chortled, she slapped his arm. "You don't want her to fall in love with you. That's one complication we don't need. We have to decide what to tell her."
"Right, of course." He agreed. "I don't think she would rat us out if she knew. And I suppose that will give us time to decide what our next step will be. But I don't know about encouraging Julian… Like I already said the guy irks me."
"I won't encourage him. We'll use him as decoy. I can try to get more details from Tan, he started talking I just need to push him a little more." She clarified. "And don't even think about asking him yourself. He's not stupid if you come asking about Julian he'll know there's something fishy. We have to pretend we don't care and you have to act as though you don't know what is going on. And now that this is settled I want my massage."
She turned on her stomach, pushing the blanket and bed sheet down to give him better access. He watched as she turned her face his way on the pillow and grinned. He shook his head and smiled back. He kneeled next to her hip and flexed his fingers. It had been a while since he last gave anyone a massage. Strangely it wasn't an act he had performed on any of his previous girlfriends. He had learned the basic technique with Nate. In the foster house they had met, the 'father' had mostly either ignored or abused the children under his care. He had been far more interested in the money they brought than in their upbringing. When he had been drunk, he had regularly beaten the boys and Nate and he had rarely escaped his fists.
His brother had enrolled him in a local gym where for their help in cleaning and tidying the place they had been allowed to use the equipment. The old man in charge had taken a liking to them and seeing their shiners and cuts had taught them how a good massage could help their bruised muscles to recover faster. While Nate had barely listened, Street had been very interested in learning as much as he could. When he had joined the Academy and then the force, he had shared this knowledge with some of his colleagues and he had become famous for his skills. He chuckled to himself. Now he was here twenty years later, ready to massage the love of his life. She opened her eyes and looked at him with a curious frown. He leaned over her and placed a quick kiss on her nape. She pressed her face against the soft pillow and exhaled softly.
He moved a little higher and rubbed his hands together to warm them up. With long strokes, he moved his hands from her shoulders to her upper buttocks. His touch was so very light, his fingers barely in contact with her body. As he moved up and down, the massage became teasing and he felt a shudder going down her spine as he slightly tickled her. Chris muffled a giggle in the soft pillow and he smiled as he slowly increased the pressure on her back. Her muscles were now relaxed enough by his first ministrations.
He changed position straddling her thighs and she playfully moved under him for an instant. He slowly kneaded the muscles around her shoulders and neck using his thumbs and forefingers. Earlier he had felt how much tension had built in her upper body. Now after her relaxing bath, part of it had already drained away but he still didn't like how tense she felt under his touch. He slowly, patiently followed the flow of her muscles, paying attention to the pressures points she responded best to and working a little harder on those that seemed tenser.
Chris sighed as he worked his magic on her back. He had once bragged to the team how good he was at this and she had taken that for an empty boast. Now she had to admit he most definitely knew how to use his fingers, not that he hadn't proven that before. She felt the tension leave her body gradually. The pressure was just what she needed and the feather light touches alternated with stronger ones. Gradually his hands moved down her arms, moved up her nape massaging her scalp and once more, she sighed contentedly. He pressed his chest against her back as his mouth settled on her neck, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.
His fingers made their way under the t-shirt she was still wearing, slowly caressing the soft skin. His thumb traced the lace rim of her underwear. As he straightened again, she quickly discarded her top throwing it somewhere on the floor. He ran his thumbs on each side of her spine, reaching her shoulders and placing his palms against her hot skin. He slowly moved them down her sides, grazing teasingly the side of her breasts, stopping for a moment at her waist before settling on her buttocks. She moaned when he softly kneading them and she moved again teasingly. He slowly repeated the same caress, his touch light and playful. Steadily she was lulled to sleep. He placed a soft kiss of her left shoulder blade and slowly slid back to his side of the bed. He quietly moved the sheet and blanket back over her body. He sighed happily and turned to switch off the nightstand lamp. He breathed out slowly satisfied by the massage he had just given and closed his eyes to attempt sleep after their hard day.
"You're not stopping now…" Chris' tired voice resonated in the quiet room. "I was expecting a happy ending massage."
"I thought you were tired." He chuckled disbelievingly while he switched on the lamp again.
"I'm tired, not dead." She replied right away with humor. "I didn't lose the top to simply sleep. At least not right now."
She turned on her side and her hand found his chest. She slowly caressed him and he moved a little closer a slow smile appearing on his face.
"I feel cheated." She moaned, her fingers grabbing his t-shirt and pulling him towards her.
"I promised a massage." His hand found her hip as their bodies moved closer to each other. She hooked her leg around his.
"Lose the shirt." Her tongue darted out and licked his jaw. She pulled his shirt up and he quickly helped her. "I thought it was a code for sex."
He chuckled at her comment and ran a hand down her back. She shivered when his fingers closed around her buttock. His mouth found her shoulder and she moaned at the sensation.
"You have a very naughty mind." He grinned against her skin as his teeth marked lightly the fragile skin. "And what does a happy ending massage exactly entitle for you? I certainly don't want to disappoint you again."
"Don't be cheeky."
SMUT starts
She ran her hand in his hair guiding his mouth on her body. She felt already out of breath with his teasing bites and heated kisses. She wanted his hands back on her to play their magic on her heated skin. She rocked slightly against him and the hand on her buttock squeezed her flesh. She moaned when she felt his lips move down her chest. They trailed down her body, his nose brushing the soft skin between her breasts. Her leg released his and she settled on her back watching him as his mouth closed over her nipple. Her hand tensed in his hair at the sensation but he didn't linger long there. He resumed his trail south, alternating kisses and light bites when he reached her navel he gave it a quick lick.
He settled between her spread legs and looked at her. Her eyes were half closed and a smirk grazed her lips. He rubbed his hands together as he had previously, this time more for show, as they were still quite warm. His fingers danced on her thighs, the tips barely touching her skin.
"I guess this is where I failed last time, so let's do this again." He teased her with a sexy drawl.
He leaned over her, his hands moving up her body, running over her ribcage. Her breathing hitched when his thumbs moved over her nipples, slowing circling them until they became hard and the areola puckered. She pushed her hips harder against the mattress, she felt the tension coil in her core, his first massage had been innocent enough but it had left her wanting for more. He slowly massaged the two perfect globes and watched her squirm on the bed with a satisfied smile. She was beautiful offered languidly on his bed, her cheeks slightly pink and he couldn't resist the temptation of running his tongue on her belly. He heard her hiss and her hands immediately grabbed his hair guiding him where she needed him the most. He chuckled against her skin following her lead, his mouth closing over her lace-covered mound.
His hands moved south again stopping a moment at the lace rim of her underwear. He recognized the black panties as part of a set they had purchased together a few weeks ago and grinned. She definitely had had seduction in mind when she had come over. He wondered how the others would have reacted if they knew that Chris Alonso could be quite into sexy lingerie and not only in the no nonsense underwear she wore at work. He slowly divested the piece of clothing and she lifted her hips to help him.
He finally pushed his mouth against her dark curls and Chris let out a soft gasp. She arched her back and his hands closed almost painfully on her hips anchoring her to him. She caught her breath when he sucked on her clit and she squeezed her breasts with a long moan. She whimpered under his ministrations as he replaced his mouth by his thumb. He started a rolling motion on the little bundle of nerves and her hand joined his to set the perfect rhythm. She bit her lip in concentration as a momentum was building. The throbbing was becoming unbearable and her hips moved restlessly on the soft bed.
The tension in her body grew with each motion. She pushed her lower body against him and sighed with relief when his tongue traced her slit. Her breathing was becoming shaky as she was nearing an orgasm. Street was making it damn impossible to stay still. His tongue was wicked and he knew all too well how to use it on her. Each lick was pushing her closer to the brink. When his thumb pressed harder against her clit, she pinched her nipples and whined. Overwhelmed she bit her lips and her right hand gripped his to bring it to her stomach. He pressed her down anchoring her to the bed. When his tongue entered her, she gasped and writhed. She loved as much as she hated when he was being domineering during their lovemaking. She always felt more comfortable when in control of every tiny aspect of her life, letting go was hard especially considering what she had gone through as a teenager. It was exciting to be able to do that with someone, to simply relinquish control, to not overthink and let the sensations simply take over.
As usual, Street knew the exact moment when the pressure of his thumb, the suction of his mouth were not enough anymore. He slowly pushed one finger inside of her and she arched her back as if to escape the sweet torture but to no avail. His tongue flicked over her nub while he pumped his digit in her tight sheath. His eyes were riveted on her as she squirmed on the bed and he had to fight to keep the control over his own body. The fire inside of her was building to a fever pitch and she felt her body starting to shake under his assaults. She closed her eyes as she let the sensations wash over her. He added another finger and curled them adding pressure on the spot he knew would push her over the brink. Her nails bit into his hand as she was slowly losing control and her moaning intensified. New waves of pleasure were crashing over her, each stronger than the previous one. He buried his face deeper between her thighs and sucked harder on her clit. Another tremor started, rocking her whole body and her breathing became more strenuous.
A hard thrust of his fingers inside her core triggered her orgasm. She shattered under the pressure of the demanding rhythm and came with a strangled scream. He had gradually slowed his movement while she was riding out her orgasm. In the aftermath, she felt out of breath and she only slowly regained her grasp on reality. His hand was still between her thighs but his fingers had deserted her core, simply caressing lazily her soft skin. He rested his chin on her belly with a grin and she let out a throaty laugh when she saw the smug expression on his face.
"You look very satisfied with yourself…" Chris finally managed as she entwined her fingers with his.
"I do think this qualifies as a happy ending massage." He lazily drawled and placed several kisses on her belly. When he was about to go down on her again, she stopped him with a giggle and a firm tug on his hand.
"Nah we're not going there again." She closed her arms around him and he settled willingly against her smaller frame trying not to crush her. She bit her lower lip. "But those shorts have to go, you're completely overdressed."
She wriggled under him pushing the garment down his body and Street discarded it with a laugh. As much as she had loved him going down on her she now craved more contact. Smiling she traced his face lovingly with her fingers. She placed her hand on his nape and brought his mouth down for a gentle and lazy kiss. She loved his weight on her and the intimacy it brought, feeling so close to each other that nothing seemed to be able to separate them. She spread her legs a little wider and he settled more comfortably between her thighs. They rocked against each other lazily.
She hooked her arms under his, placing her hands on his shoulders and their kisses deepened and grew more fevered. She pushed her pelvis against his growing erection in good measure. His tongue stroked hers so very slowly it made her want to scream. He was dragging every instant of that moment out and she felt too hot in his arms, too restless and barely in control. Her hands were tracing the muscles of his shoulders, trailing down his back until they finally reached his buttocks. She squeezed them playfully, letting her nails bite in his flesh. Street gasped and he felt his blood rush south leaving him a little lightheaded. He groaned when she moved restlessly against him loving the effect she was having on him. It was a sweet revenge from earlier, his body inexorably betraying him under her onslaught.
His sharp intake of breath brought a smile on her face. He closed his eyes to regain a semblance of control and she simply sucked at his earlobe to shatter it again. He moaned against her skin as his mouth found her neck to lick the sensitive skin there. Once more, her fingers flexed on his butt, kneading his buttocks and he reflexively rocked harder against her. She felt new wetness pool at her entrance. Her teeth worried his ear once more and she placed hot kisses to his temple and forehead. His breathing sounded ragged to his own ears. As he had earlier, she was now mercilessly playing with his body knowing very well how to play havoc on his heated senses. She was wrapped around him like a vine and the rhythmic movements of her hips against his were making him lose control faster than he wanted.
With his throbbing erection so intimately pressed against her core, he had no chance in hell to keep even a tiny shred of sanity. He knew it was futile to try to escape her hold and his lips lingered a little more on her neck. When he lifted his head her legs wrapped even tighter around his, he couldn't help a chuckle. He looked at Chris and was rewarded with her mischievous grin. He licked her soft skin, moving down as he wanted to taste her breast, she released slightly her hold allowing him to reach his goal. He softly blew on her breasts and their pink peaks tightened as if to invite him to taste them. He lowered his head and laved her nipples with his tongue. She moved one hand to his head, her fingers running through his hair. It tightened painfully when his teeth worried the sensitive peaks. Each time he suckled at her breast she felt her core tighten and another rush of wetness between her thighs.
"Stop teasing…" She managed through clenched teeth. "We're so past that."
He straightened a little before resuming his previous position. His mouth closed once more over hers. His hand tightened on her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance. He took a deep breath before gently pushing inside of her. Unexpectedly he drew back and almost completely pulled out of her. She groaned her disapproval and moved both hands to his buttocks. He pressed his lips harder against hers. Chris opened her mouth allowing him entrance and soon they resumed their feverish kisses. His hips moved down once more, his body invading hers at a very slow pace. A second unhurried stroke sheathed him completely in her core.
"Oh please don't stop." She pleaded with him, her body tense in his arms. "Faster… Harder…"
When he finally obliged, he alternated hard and shallow strokes and she whimpered. He had wanted to take it as slow as possible but after the party, the tidying and their first round he had to admit to himself that his energy was dwindling. He felt her legs moved higher on his hips and the change of position drove him deeper inside of her. It was getting harder to maintain a semblance of control over his body. His mouth settled against her ear and he whispered sweet nothings. His hot breath made her shiver and he felt her inner walls contract around him, as she was getting closer to release. Her head trashed against her pillows as his hips pumped into her with increased speed. He was so deliciously hard in her when he pushed inside her heated core with renewed vigor. He hooked his arm around her right leg to change the angle of his thrusts so that he could hit her most sensitive spot and she felt ready to explode.
He increased the already rapid pace, fire started coursing through his veins. Chris pushed her hips against Street's matching his rhythm. Her body was in sensory overload. At this moment, nothing mattered but to reach orgasm together. Her whole being was solely focused on him. Their panting became louder and their movements got more erratic. He thrust deeper into her and she started to clench around him. He ground his pelvis against her, one last hard stroke and her world shattered in thousand pieces when they climaxed at the same moment.
He released her leg and caressed her tired body. His lips traveled on her face closing over hers. He gave her a lazy kiss as he flipped them over and Chris sighed contentedly as she rested her head on his shoulder.
"I really can't be bothered to take a shower now…" She whispered against his skin. "I'll change the sheets tomorrow morning."
"Don't worry about that. I'll do it when I come home."
"But I don't have to go in tomorrow morning I took the morning off…"
"Damn you're clever." He teased her.
"Exactly." She snuggled closer into him and sighed contentedly. "Now sleep…"
A few moments later, her even breath told him she was already asleep. He quickly switched off his lamp and pulled sheets over their tired bodies. He settled once more against her warm body and closed his eyes. In no time he also fell asleep.
