Disclaimer - Maria Frank is my own creation.

Chapter 8: Drunken Stuper

As Maria had said, her last week was painfully fast. Everyone of their nights together, she and John spent a long time together. Either loving each other gently or unleashing their passion in remarkable ways.

On her last official day with the Homicide team, the detectives crowded into The Waterfront, as a way for them to all say good bye to her. The amount of alcohol was almost endless to everyone who grabbed a beer or a shot-glass. Pembleton was loosing to Bayliss at pool and Lewis was loosing to Maria at poker. It surprised him when he lost the second round. John, who was behind the bar, swallowed another shot of Tequila, wishing that he could take Maria on with the game. If he had, he would have let slip their secret affair together.

Maria looked over at him and waved for him to join them at their table. Grabbing his bottle and shot glass, he scooted next to her, beaming through the amount of alcohol that was starting to control his sight of focus. The sound of jokes and memories that scattered around the table made him loose focus on her.

"Remember when you slammed you hand on the table while taking on that uncle of Diane Zebre?" Pembleton spoke up the loudest over the laughter at their table. "I thought for sure that you would have killed him right there! Haven't seen anyone do something like that in a long time."

Maria's laugh sounded like music to John's ears. "I was having that feeling. I really wanted to do that to him. But I have seen what jail does to someone. He deserves it all." She pipped up, taking another swing of her fourth beer. She could feel the alcohol taking effects on her mind. She leaned over and placed her head on John's shoulder, still able to know that everyone would think that it was the alcohol.

But she did feel a very well known feeling on her knee. John was gripping her knee tightly with his thumb rubbing the side on her knee cap. Feeling her intensity rising, she put her hand over his, reassuring him that they will get to that later. For now, a few more drinks made their rounds to everyone who wanted one more. Just a little longer, John. I promise just a little more longer.

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By midnight, the intoxicated detectives started leaving to their homes, wishing Maria luck with her new case at home and a safe trip. Being the last two to leave the bar, John pinned Maria in the back office for a small moment of quiet time before they headed to her place for the real fun. He pressed her against the desk while his hand traveled up her thigh, dipped his tongue deep into her mouth. Moaning deeply from how heated it was becoming, Frank gripped the front of his shirt and pressed her hips against his, feeling the tightness in his work slacks.

John began to breath heavily from the pressure she was applying and closed his eyes for a brief moment to control himself. If he didn't control himself, he would have roughly removed her jeans, lowered his slacks and boxers and done her right there. It drove him crazy thinking of it, but the people by the bar would have probably noticed or heard something. Neither of them were screamers or loud, but someone would have heard something.

He didn't want to take that chance. "Maybe we should move this some place else," John offered, hearing Maria whimper as he moved away from her. She was so ready to feel him around her with nothing but their skin touching. Her heightened senses left her legs shaking for her needs and wants for him. "Let's go to your place, Mar."

Groaning and lowering herself from the office desk, Frank traced her hand up his arm from his shoulder to his neck where she could feel his pulse pounding. She sadly smiled when his eyes closed at the contact. "Think we can last all night?"

"Probably not, but I've got enough alcohol flowing in my veins to want you. Badly." He whispered with his hands on her hips. "Let's just go before I toss you onto that desk and fuck you like there's no tomorrow."

Maria closed her eyes at his words and struggled not to shudder. "Hell, I'm willing to risk my badge and career for that, big boy. C'mon. Let's just go before I approve that offer." They quietly walked out of the office and made their way through the bar to the door, heading down the direction of her temporary apartment.

For a moment, Maria fumbled with the key and couldn't find the strength to get it into the lock since John was standing behind her, nibbling at her neck tenderly. When she dropped the keys for the second time, he reached around, took the keys from her hands and eased the one key into the lock. "Forgot how to put a key into a door lock?" He asked gently into her ear, feeling her shudder against him.

"When someone's nibbling at your neck, you'd forget how to do it, too." She remarked, opening the door and pulling him in once Alex made his way to gnaw on his chew bone. Closing and locking the door, Maria turned around and felt his hands grabbing for her, crushing her lips under his. Walking backwards under she hit the wall, Frank's hand fumbled with his belt and un-tucked his work shirt to touch his warm skin underneath. "One more night?" She asked breathlessly, her fingers touching his jaw gently.

"One more night," John agreed. "You do know how much I love you, right?" He asked with his eyes gazing deeply into her hers.

She nodded and pressed her forehead against his. "I know and I love you just as much." Standing together for a few minutes with their fingers linked, John finally pulled away and led her in the direction of her bedroom, pulling her along with a smile.

To be continued...