A/N: I do not own these characters. I only play with them.
"Hey Possessive, what are you smiling about?" she followed my line of sight to my hand.
I waved it in the air as if a quarter had just disappeared behind her ear. We started moving toward the courthouse.
"I don't know, Thief, maybe I didn't expect a beautiful woman to fall into my arms this morning. And to think I was trying to find a way to get out of jury duty." I glanced down the line of her suit. She was built underneath all the material. I was going to have to get my hand up under that skirt.
"You're doing it again, " she glanced at me through her eyelashes. Her brown eyes were melting parts of me and stiffening others. "I feel like you are stripping me with your eyes."
"That's because I am." Fuck, that just slipped out. Nice one idiot, that was seductive.
"Next time just use your hands." Oh hell yes! Score! I was going to be up that skirt today. And she was a babe.
"Yes, Ma'am, shall I start now?" I wiggled my eyebrows at her.
"In due time, I wouldn't want to you to go haywire on the sheriff when he frisks me, Possessive." Her eyes looked the sheriff over. He was ok, but I was much better looking than him. Nothing to worry about.
"Just make sure you ask before helping yourself to me, Thief." I winked at her.
She stepped through the metal detector. I followed right behind.
She gasped and put her hands over her heart. "Damn, there goes my plan of stealing your heart." The air seemed to leave my lungs. Since when was my heart put on the table? I was just negotiating an anonymous fuck. I could already imagine my hand sliding up her thigh. Pulling her skirt from her knee to her waist. My thighs between hers. Taking her in one hard thrust. My heart would play no part in this, my cock was all I was prepared to offer. I shook my head, as though to clear it.
"Earth to Possessive," she was waving her hand in my face. "Listen, we have 5 minutes until we have to be in court. You keep fading out on me like that and we will never make it."
We walked the rest of the way to the court room without talking . Once there we turned in our paperwork, and were told to have a seat and wait. I could be racking up billable hours right now, but instead I was stuck here. I looked around and saw a room full of people who looked just as happy to be here as I was. Except her. She was seated across the aisle facing me, a smile pasted on her face as she read a book, earphones in her ears. The book she held looked worn as though it had been read over and over. Lover Unbound? I smirked to myself. I could think of a few ways to bind her, if that's what she's into. I nudged her foot. She looked up at me, and again I was blown away by her beauty. Her long brown hair fell in cascades around her face framing the full, pouty lips I wanted to kiss.
"Did you bring any snacks?" I asked her.
"Let me see, Ali…I mean I usually have something in my purse." The thing she pulled into her lap looked more like a small suitcase than a purse. I watched as she moved things around and it seemed to take for-fucking-ever. Finally, she looked at me. "No such luck. They should have a vending machine around here somewhere, though."
"Care to join me in the search?" I offered her my hand, which she took.
We checked with the clerk and she sent us in the direction of the vending machine. We were way down the list of possible candidates. Fucking wonderful. I grabbed Thief's hand and started down the corridor, our hands swinging by our sides. We turned a corner and the vending machine came into view. "So what would you like? It's my treat." I pulled out my wallet and a few ones.
"Hummm I haven't decided yet." She put her finger to her lips as she stared in the machine.
"Well, while you decide, I will get this last lemonade." I put a couple of bills in the machine.
"Can I have it, please?" She had closed the space between us and placed her hand over mine. "I just love lemonade." Her face was only inches from mine.
"Oh, but I love lemonade too," I actually could have drank anything. It didn't matter to me. "I am not just going to give it up that easily."
"Please." Oh help me. She moved in even closer. So close I could smell her hair. She smelled fucking heavenly. Like freesia.
"Well, when you put it that way," I couldn't help myself. I closed the distance between our lips and she was soft and responsive. As my lips moved over hers, I felt her hand come up and tug on my hair. She opened to me. I tasted her, leaving no area of her mouth unexplored. I held my hands at her waist. I didn't want her to stop me.
She slowly stepped back, her eyes half closed, still smiling. "I get the lemonade then?"
"Yes, Thief. It's yours." I couldn't stop smiling. That kiss was amazing. I was still lost in the rush. She handed me the bottle to open for her. As I handed back the bottle, I slipped the lid into my pocket. We chose various snacks and headed back to the waiting room. Once we were within hearing distance of the room, a door was open to the deliberation room. I pulled Thief into the room, putting my finger to my lips so she would know to be quiet. It was a large room with a large table and 12 chairs. The windows were covered in blinds. I closed the door behind us and motioned for her to have a seat.
"What are we doing in here?" Thief looked nervous. "Possessive, you might be taking this a step too far." She looked like she was ready to bolt. I sat in the chair between her and the door, and opened my bag of Funyuns. She stopped just short of me.
"You told me to use my hands this time. I am just trying to make you happy. And I thought you would appreciate a little privacy." I half laughed as I said it.
She relaxed and fell into the chair beside me. "You mean me no harm?"
"No, I mean you great pleasure." I winked at her as I took one of her gummy bears and popped it into my mouth.
"Oh boy, does that really work for you? Here let me oblige you. Oh yes, put your hands all over me. I want to feel you move in and out of me." While she said this, she let her hands move over her body. Flowing up her sides slowly and then down over her breasts and then down to her thighs, her eyes focused on me the whole time. This was fucking torture. I could feel the strain against my slacks.
I pulled her into my lap. "Careful what you wish for." Then my lips met hers. I let my fingers trace up her tone calves. She let out a small gasp.
"Want me to stop?"
"I should," the words barely escaped her lips.
I didn't let her finish the thought. My lips moved over hers and my thumb moved under her knee. I used some pressure to pull her leg apart from the other one. She moaned into my mouth. Then her lips left mine and she looked at my hand moving up her thigh. "I wish I were the type of girl who could finish this," her fingers lifted my chin to meet her face.
I groaned. "I knew this was too good to be true. I am going to wake up now aren't I?" "No, you are going to jury duty. No one dreams about that. Let's go be good citizens." She grabbed my hand and led me to the waiting room. Which was fortuitous. Our numbers had just been called into the courtroom.