Graves' hand was poised an inch from knocking on the door of Shannon's caravan when the sound of her voice stopped her.
She turned and smiled as she saw Shannon rushing up the path she'd only moments earlier walked up herself. In the next instant, Shannon's arms were around her and her lips were pressed hard against hers.
"Mmm, I could do that forever," murmured Shannon.
"So could I," replied Graves. She leant back in Shannon's arms and took in her appearance. "You seem flushed and a little out of breath," she noted.
"Power walking to clear my head." She grinned at Graves. "Not that it isn't wonderful to see you, but I wasn't expecting you back, at least not until after you'd finished work."
"Well, I had to have lunch, so I thought I'd come and share it with you," Graves explained. She held up the bag in her hand. "It's only salad rolls," she said. "But after you forgot to eat last night, I wanted to make sure you ate today."
"Wow, first breakfast, now this." She grinned at her. "That is so sweet of you." She took Graves' hand and led her inside. Tossing the rolls onto the counter, she pulled Graves to her and circled her arms around her once more.
It had only been a few hours since she'd left Shannon's bed, but with the knowledge that her time here might be drawing to a close, Graves was beset by fresh emotions. Being this close to Shannon wasn't helping either.
"Are you ok?" asked Shannon, a frown on her face as she watched her lover. "It felt like you went away for a moment there."
"It's just that I might not be staying in the Bay for much longer," Graves told her.
"You've nearly wrapped up the investigation then?"
"I can't really say anything, except that I might be heading home sooner than expected."
"Oh." She sighed heavily. "I'm going to miss you." She stepped away from Graves.
"Should I be the one to ask if you're ok now?" said Graves.
Shannon took a moment before answering. "Graves, I've been attracted to you from the moment we bumped into each other and I've loved being with you, even for these brief encounters, but I think we should end things now."
"Oh," Graves muttered, feeling completely deflated.
"Not because I don't want to be with you," Shannon hurriedly reassured her. "The exact opposite is true, it's just that." She paused briefly as she sought out the right words. "Graves, that night we spent in each other's arms, then you turning up on my doorstep twice today, has made me realise how much I'm already falling for you and I don't want that, because the more I fall for you, the harder it is going to be for me, to leave you when we finally have to part ways and so we should just end things now before it's too late."
"But we don't have to part ways," Graves hesitantly said. "I mean, you said your trip was nearly at an end and once I'm done here, I'll be back in the city as well and so um, ah, maybe we could ah." She was staring to lose her nerve and stammer.
"We could what?" Shannon gently prodded her. She wanted to hear the words from her lover.
"Look, I know this seems quick, I mean, we barely know each other." She knew she was starting to ramble again, but her heart had taken over her mouth and there was no stopping her. "But I feel like there is this amazing connection between us and so I was thinking, that um, maybe we could, um, hook up once we're both back in the city to find out if what we've started here, could be the real deal."
She couldn't believe she had just suggested that. She had no idea where those words had even come from and now she was in a state of panic as she awaited Shannon's response. This was all supposed to have been just a bit of fun for them, and if she had just sent her running from her by coming on so strongly, she'd never forgive herself. "I'm sorry, that was a dumb idea," she hastily added as she tried to salvage things.
"It's not a dumb idea at all," murmured Shannon. She smiled as her words brought a hopeful anticipation to her lover's face. It amazed her how someone who appeared so confident in her job, could be so damn shy and uncertain when it came to her love life. It was kind of charming in a way and she was enjoying discovering more about who this woman was. "In fact, I think I might really like to do that." She pressed her lips once more to Graves'. "You're already more than just a fling for me," she told her, kissing her again. "Lunch can wait," she said as she backed Graves toward the bed.
"I could so easily fall in love with you," whispered Graves, if she hadn't already, but her words were lost, along with her clothes, as she gave herself over to the joy of being with this woman, who had so quickly captured her imagination and desire.
"Charlie," Joey murmured against her lips. "This isn't my desk," she said. The desk where a few minutes earlier, she'd been managing the books, before her girlfriend had charged in, explained that she had pulled a double shift and so wanted to spend her lunch break with her, since they might not see each other again that day. Joey had barely gotten out of her seat, before Charlie had had her pressed against the edge of the desk, with no chance to object as her words were cut off by Charlie's lips. "Charlie, this isn't my desk," she said again.
"Mmm," was all Charlie said as she continued to ravish the lips beneath hers. Her hands deftly undid the buttons on Joey's shirt and she slid it from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Next, the straps on Joey's bra were pulled down until they hung loosely at her arms, with only the cups holding the bra in place.
"Nor is it my office."
"Yeah, yeah," Charlie said, not really listening.
"Alf could walk in at any moment," Joey told her and that worked. Charlie jumped back as if scolded and twirled around to glance toward the door.
"I thought you said Alf was coming through the door." She glared at her girlfriend.
"No, I just said he could come in at any moment," Joey pointed out. "And it's not that I don't enjoy your lips, I do," she said. "But when you mentioned having a private lunch when you barged in, this isn't quite what I had in mind and I'd rather not have my boss walk in and find you attached to my lips like that."
"Sorry, I guess I got a little carried away," admitted Charlie. "And in my defence, I was merely trying to make up for the fact that I probably won't see you again until tomorrow."
"That's hardly a defence, Charlie, since you were the one who assigned yourself to a double shift."
"Well, I can't keep assigning everyone else to doubles without doing them occasionally myself," she replied. "I'm supposed to be setting the example to them."
"And a fine example that is," Joey said.
Charlie wasn't sure if Joey was referring to work or what had just about happened between them. She then made the mistake of lowering her eyes. Even the reminder of Alf's ever possible interruption was doing little to quell her burning need as her eyes raked over the body before her. She licked her lips. "Joey."
"Yeah."
"Can you pull your bra up and put your top back on," she suggested. "Because if you keep standing there looking so inviting, then to hell with Alf, because I'm going to push you onto the top of that desk and have my way with you."
Joey gulped at the sudden increase in her own arousal, not to mention, the heated wetness pooling between her legs. "I'll lock the door," she suggested, much to Charlie's surprise.
"Oh boy," she murmured as Joey locked the door, then kicked off her shoes and unzipped her jeans. Joey stepped out of them when they bundled around her ankles. Her panties followed and by the time she was standing in front of Charlie, she was wearing only her bra, the straps still hanging loosely.
"How about you get out of that uniform so we don't ruin it," she suggested.
Charlie hesitated only a moment, before her clothes joined Joey's on the floor. She stared pointedly at Joey's bra. "Aren't you a little overdressed," she said to her.
"Too right I am." Her bra joined the rest of the pile and with both women now completely naked, Joey spared a glance at the desk. It was cluttered with everything but the kitchen sink and not very inviting, so she nudged Charlie into one of the chairs and straddled her legs. "We better make this quick," whispered Joey.
"I can do quick," Charlie assured her as she captured her lips. The kiss was long and deep. Joey moved against her as her excitement grew and Charlie groaned as her nipples brushed against her girlfriend's. She broke the kiss and with her arms supporting Joey's back, she had Joey arch her back, presenting her breasts to her.
"I love lunch time," she murmured happily as she sucked one of the harden peaks into her mouth.
"Jesus Charlie," hissed Joey. She was fighting to keep her cries of pleasure down in volume. Charlie's mouth latched onto the other nipple. Keeping control wasn't easy, but Joey was somehow managing to do so. "Is this what you call quick?" she taunted in a voice filled with wanton desire.
Smirking at the challenge, Charlie went for the prize. Taking one nipple in her mouth, her hand sought out the silken heat between her lover's legs. "You're burning hot baby," she murmured around the nipple. The vibrations of her girlfriend's mouth on her breast as her fingers played with her, was almost too much for Joey. People were right when they said that the fear of being sprung added an element to sex, she thought, because right then, with her body about ready to explode, she didn't care one bit that someone could come knocking on the door. When Charlie's fingers plunged inside her, she cried out.
She tried biting her lip to hold it in but Charlie still heard the "Oh god."
Smiling at the power she now yielded over her girlfriend, she increased the pace of her fingers and teasingly grazed her teeth over Joey's stiff nipples.
"Fuck," muttered Joey. She yanked Charlie's mouth from her breasts and crushed it with her own mouth, only just muffling her screams as she came. Her body rode through the orgasm as she rose and fell to the rhythm of Charlie's hand. Charlie kept up the rhythm, her thumb flicking Joey's clit in time with each downward thrust of Joey's hips and soon Joey was climbing once more.
Charlie swallowed her cry and held her as her body spasmed in the throes of her second climax.
"Quick it was," murmured Joey. "But we're not done just yet," she said and slid off her girlfriend's legs to her knees. She had Charlie move closer to the edge of the seat, nudged her legs wider and over her shoulders as she settled between them. "This won't take long."
"No it won't," Charlie said with a strained voice. She had already been close to coming with Joey when she'd climaxed a second time, so she definitely wasn't going to last long. She muffled her passionate cries against her forearm as she writhed against the questing tongue and fingers of her girlfriend. When Joey sucked her clit into her mouth and swirled her tongue back and forth in time with her thrusting fingers, it was too much. Charlie cried out and her body bucked against Joey as her orgasm bowed her back.
"That sign on the door says this is the ladies locker room for as long as I'm in here," Watson said. "So get the fuck out."
"I'm just getting my things so I can go home," Angelo said. "And let's just get something straight here. If anyone is going to be issuing orders, it will be me," he informed her. "Since I'm the senior officer." He smirked at her. "That's something a loser like you will need to get used to, because you'll never amount to anything beyond where you already are in this Force."
"You say that as if your opinion actually means something," Watson said as she struggled to hold onto her temper. She knew what he wanted, a reaction.
"Because it does," he arrogantly replied. "I'm the one from a well respected family who will be going far in this Force once this little matter blows over and is forgotten."
"I will never forget what you did."
"I didn't do anything," he replied. "And unlike mine, your opinion really doesn't matter." He leant casually with his shoulder on the locker next to hers. "I know all about your parents," he said. "Your slut of a mother and your drunk and abusive excuse of a father." He sniggered. "It must worry you that you're so much like them," he tauntingly said. "At the back of your mind must be that nagging fear that you'll start smacking around that kid, just as daddy dearest probably did with your worthless hide. After all, that brat isn't your flesh and blood, so what does he matter."
"He matters because Jay is my son," she snapped. "It doesn't matter about flesh and blood, Jay is still mine and I'd never hurt him." She wasn't entirely sure if she was trying to convince Angelo or herself with those words and at that moment, she hated Angelo more than ever for voicing the very real fears she had had in the past. That she'd end up just like her dad. "I'd never hurt my son," she said again.
"So you say."
"Tell me Angelo, how can a drug addicted coward like you, put on that uniform and actually think you belong?" she retaliated with as she tried to regain control of her emotions.
"Easy, I was born for this," he said. "The thin blue line runs through my veins."
"I thought that was just the drugs," she fired back, satisfied to see the flash of anger in his eyes.
"You're the one with the questionable past and no future," he snarled. "So why don't you take your crippled arse and piss off."
"Take your own advice."
She went to walk past him, but he put his arm out to block her path. "I'm not done talking to you yet, Constable."
"Do all cops get up to such hanky panky during their lunch breaks?" teased Joey. Charlie's third orgasm had knocked her off the chair and they'd end up in a heap on the floor, their limbs entwined. Neither woman so far, had made any effort to untangle themselves from the very compromising position.
"We have a very stressful job, so we tend to make the most of any break we have," explained Charlie. Her gaze wandered over her girlfriend's naked form and she smirked at her. "Especially when one has a very understanding girlfriend who is only too happy to help to relieve the stress."
"I think the term is easy, not understanding," joked Joey.
"You were hardly easy," Charlie said. "In fact, you made me work damn hard to get you back into my life."
"But now that I'm all yours," purred Joey in such a way that she sent Charlie's heart racing. "I'm putty in your hands."
"And I love moulding and squeezing you."
"Care to demonstrate that some more?"
Chuckling, Charlie shook her head. "I'd love to, but I better eat something before I have to get back to work," she said.
"Back to babysitting the boys and girls," smirked Joey.
"It does sort of feel like that at the moment," admitted Charlie. "I didn't even really want to leave the station in the first place while both Angelo and Georgie were there, but as much as I'd like to, I really can't watch over them every second of their shift and I needed the break. Besides, Robertson is there to keep an eye on things and with Angelo only having a half an hour of his shift left, then with any luck, he won't have had time to cause any trouble and he'll be gone by the time I get back."
"How is Georgie coping with having Angelo around?"
"Not well," replied Charlie as she disentangled their limbs. She smiled briefly at her girlfriend's sigh of disappointment when she moved away from her. "Georgie's been under so much stress lately. First with the misunderstanding about Brax, then the secret about John getting out, followed so quickly by the accident and now she has to work with the man who nearly killed her partner and child." She reached for her bra and panties. "And unfortunately, it's all starting to affect her work. Earlier, I had to bring her up on errors in a report she'd written. I hated doing it, but I couldn't let it go."
"It must have been hard on her as well."
"It was." Charlie shook her head sadly. "Georgie hates admitting to anything that may be viewed as a weakness by some and the worse thing is, that the more stressful she gets over it, the bigger the problem it becomes. At least this time though, I seem to have gotten through to her, because she actually asked one of the other officers to help her fix up the report."
"Who locked the flamin' door," barked Alf as he banged on it.
Both women looked at each other. They'd somehow managed to forget where they were. "Oh shit," they said together and hastily gathered their clothes and dressed.
"Well," Alf demanded to know when the door finally opened for him.
"Sorry Alf, we were just having lunch," Joey told him.
"With the door locked?" he said. Then he took in Charlie's, then Joey's rumpled appearance and shook his head. "What is it with lesbians lunching in my office," he muttered, since Martha and Georgie usually liked to do the same. He shook his head again. "Never mind, I don't want to know."
"A very wise decision," Joey murmured while Charlie hurried past them. "Hey Charlie, not even a goodbye kiss?"
Growling softly at her girlfriend's mirthful manner, she came back and brushed her lips over hers. "You're an awful tease," she muttered to her.
"And don't you love it."
Rolling her eyes, Charlie made haste, lest she succumb once more to her playful girlfriend. It was her own fault for turning up like that, she supposed, since she should have known that the moment she had Joey alone, she wouldn't have been able to keep her hands to herself. She was seriously addicted to her girlfriend. Charlie grinned at that and decided that she liked being addicted to Joey.
He was still blocking Watson's way and he could see that she was practically trembling with rage now. It made him smile as he remained intent on pressing her buttons. "Listen up you pathetic gimp. Soon, I'm going to be in charge again and when I am, your time here is numbered, unless you start grovelling at my feet."
"This is Charlie's station now."
"Only for the moment," he cockily said. "Because I know how to play this game and get whatever I want."
"Which explains why you have no wife and have been demoted," she sarcastically said. "Just stay away from me Angelo or you'll regret it."
"Threatening people seems to run in your family," he snidely said. "Well now that I'm in uniform, just let your father try to throw his weight around, because I'll be waiting to throw his arse in jail."
She squeezed her hands tightly shut, trying to hold onto her temper. "Let me pass," she said.
"In a minute but first I have a confession to make." He smiled as he spoke. "I was high on coke and getting my dick sucked off by Bianca while I was driving the car that ran your bitch off the road, along with that brat and you can't do anything about it." He laughed at her then. "You could try limping to that prick Robertson, but I'll never make that confession ever again and your word means shit. You're just a trouble-making cunt who has it in for me and would no doubt lie to get what you want. You're pathetic Watson, and pretty soon, even Martha will realise what an embarrassment you are and toss you aside like the garbage you are."
"Shut the fuck up," she hissed through clenched teeth.
"She's kind of hot though, so I wouldn't mind reminding her of what it's like to be with a man, instead of being with a crippled muff diver." He leered at her. "And once she's had some of what I have to offer, she'll be sucking my dick like a lolly pop for dessert every night before I ride her like a bitch in heat. And you know what," he taunted her with. "She will love having every inch of my cock deep inside her, no matter what hole I shove it in, because even you know how much she would prefer being with a man. Let's face it, she'd still be opening her legs to her husband's cock if he were alive, so you know what that makes you? The consolation prize until someone better comes along. A man. Just like me." Still, she held onto her temper and it was really starting to annoy him. He sensed she was close to breaking though and right then, he knew just what would tip her over. "You know, I've always wanted a son and all boys want a father, so once I've replaced you in his mother's bed and in his life, then I'm sure Jay will be extremely glad to forget all about the embarrassment of having had you in his life and start calling me dad."
Angelo had been expecting it, just not the power behind the strike and it sent him reeling backwards and tears of pain leaked from his eyes as he crumpled to the ground. It had been worth it though, especially when he heard the door close behind whoever had had such exquisite timing as to witness her downfall. He smirked through the pain at her and whispered so only she could hear. "Thank you soon-to-be-former Const. Watson," he said smugly. "You've just punched away your career."