Title: Fire Escape 2
Author: Juliana

They pretended like nothing happened. But she caught Bosco several times watching her with a longing look in his eyes when he thought she couldn't see him. More than anything she wanted to tell him that she felt the same way. She knew Bosco would never do anything against her will but once she would admit her feelings for him there would be no way of stopping him from claiming her as his own.

She didn't know what to do to make him feel better. The hurt she inflicted upon him wouldn't be erased so easily. And what was more – for the first time in her life she realized how selfish she could be. She wanted him because he felt so good with her and she knew that if she got another chance she would be unable to stop herself from giving in to her own desires. Even if that hurt him even deeper.

On Friday they finished well after midnight. They had a load of paperwork to do after they'd arrested two neighbors that started a fight over a piece of lawn. Faith sighed when she started to type the last part of her report. Bosco had just finished and put the papers into the file. He stood up and stretched.

"You need any help?"

She shook her head. "No, you can go home, I'll finish this and then leave too." She smiled at him but he only nodded and didn't smile back.

In the locker room he changed into his sweats and a sleeveless t-shirt. Despite the exhaustion he didn't feel like going home. He knew he wouldn't be able to fall asleep untill he was half dead. He hadn't had a good night's sleep ever since they had sex on the fire escape. He had gotten up three nights in a row and went jogging in the middle of the night then falling back to bed totally spent and managing to sleep for an hour or two before he woke up again still feeling drained and empty.

So now he made his way to the gym. He flipped on the lights in the empty room. Thankfully no one was there at that time of the night. He went to the equipment closet and took out a pair of boxing gloves. Boxing wasn't his sport but now he needed some active exercise to loosen the tension.

He stepped towards the ring, took off his sneakers and then stepped barefoot under the ropes onto the slick surface of the ring. Without warming up he started to hit the heavy bag vigorously, almost angrily. He wanted to pretend it was a human being he was hitting but he just didn't know who. He wasn't angry with anyone in particular, he was just angry, frustrated and hurt all at the same time.

When Faith exited through the front door of the station, the first thing she noticed was Bosco's car still parked at the other side of the street. He should've been gone by now, she thought. She already turned towards the subway station but then a thought occurred to her. Judging from his mood over the past week he would be venting his anger some place where he could be alone. And she knew just what that place might be. She turned back and walked towards the gym.

She saw the light under the door and knew she guessed it right. She opened the door silently not wanting to disturb him. She spotted him right away in the ring in the middle of the gym. He must've been there for a while because his shirt was drenched and his sweats clung to his ass. She stepped forward, closing the door behind her.

He took a break, breathlessly leaning his arms on the rope, his head bent in between them. She heard him mutter, "Fuck." Now she was standing right next to the ring but he still hadn't noticed her.

"It ain't gonna help," she whispered. His head snapped up and he stood staring at her wide-eyed.

"What are you doing here?" he asked harshly before he turned away. Faith thought she had seen tears in between sweat beads on his face.

"I've seen your car out front, so I guessed you were here. I was right."

"Like always," he muttered again.

"What was that?"

He didn't bother to answer her, he just swung with his hand in the air. He started to punch the bag again not paying any more attention to Faith.

"That's not gonna help," she said louder this time so he could hear her over the thumps of his punches.

"Can't you just leave me alone," he yelled back never stopping boxing.

"No!"

Her loud answer finally convinced him to cease with his workout. He steadied the bag with his hands, leaning his forehead to its leather surface.

"What do you want?" he asked, sounding almost desperate.

Instead of answering his question, she said, "If you're angry with me, you'll have to punch me not the bag." She was staring at his back, the wet shirt emphasizing his taut muscles instead of hiding them. Faith was shocked to feel her body react instantly to the sight.

"I'm not angry with you," he whispered. He straightened up and started to take off the gloves. He threw them into a corner and faced her.

"Yes you are, otherwise you wouldn't be raging like this."

"I'm not angry with you," he repeated. "I'm just angry …" He lowered his eyes from hers. He lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe sweat from his forehead. Faith gulped hard at seeing his abs shine with sweat. She extended her arm, softly touching his skin with her fingers. It took Bosco by surprise because he had his eyes closed and didn't see what she was doing.

"I want you," she whispered barely audibly.

Bosco stepped back.

"No, you don't."

She raised her eyes to his accusing stare. "Yes, I do. You have no idea how much I want you." Faith was scared by her own admission. She knew she was on her way to the abyss from which there was no return. She was consciously destroying her marriage and at the same time risking her friendship with Bosco.

"You only want the freedom I'm offering, you don't want me," he said quietly and stepped another step back when she came closer.

"You're wrong, Bos."

She held his gaze, telling him with her eyes what she couldn't with her words. Looking into those green pools, Bosco knew he'd lost again. He was even surer of it when he felt her lips on his. He was reluctant to kiss her back, he was trying to keep his senses together and to fight her. He kept telling himself he didn't want this, he didn't want to get hurt again.

Faith pushed him to the floor without ever breaking the kiss. She felt his hesitation but she needed him too much to care. She knew she was using him again and deep down she hated herself for it but she was too weak to resist the urge.

She straddled him and lifted his shirt up to his chest and licked at the sweat on his skin. When she caught his nipple between her teeth she felt his response. She looked at his face but saw his eyes closed. She didn't need his confirmation anyway, she felt he wanted her too.

Bosco felt her tongue playing with his nipples, he felt her pressing down on his hardness, just slightly sliding up and down his length, and her hands caressing his abdomen. He squeezed his mouth shut not wanting to moan. She felt so good but also so wrong. Now he directed his anger towards himself for giving in to her so easily. He was hurt too, knowing that this was all she was willing to offer and it was not nearly enough.

Faith sucked at his wet neck, feeling his vein pulsing beneath her lips. She kissed him on his mouth. When he didn't part his lips to let her enter she kissed him harder, at the same time stroking his hard on through his pants. He moaned and his eyes flickered open. She saw the struggle in them and she wanted him to decide for her.

She explored his mouth with her warm tongue. Slowly he started to follow her motion with his tongue. His hands were still lying flatly on the floor, he never touched her or invited her to continue doing what she was doing.

He felt her hips grind against his. He wanted to push her to the floor, strip her and enter her right that second and he needed all his strength to stop himself. He kept telling himself he didn't want this, he wanted Faith to stop torturing him but somehow he knew she wouldn't. And he didn't have the strength to up and leave, she felt too good.

She stood up and pulled her shirt over her head. Then she unzipped her jeans and threw them in a heap to the floor. Her bra and panties followed. Bosco saw her standing above him naked. She was beautiful and not his. Suddenly he felt like crying. He shut his eyes tightly.

He still didn't move. Faith decided she would have to undress him if he didn't want to do it himself. She reached for his waistband and pulled his sweats together with his boxers over his hips. She straddled him over his knees and bent down to his hardness. She caressed him with her hand, cupping his balls with the other one. He jerked his hips slightly upwards. She knew he was trying not to respond to her touch but she wanted him to respond. She wanted him to show her how much he wanted her.

She lowered her lips over the tip of his cock, sucking slowly. Then she took him in fully. She heard him whimper but she didn't stop. She pumped up and down, tasting him fully. She was aroused now to the point of aching. She moved further up his legs and positioned him at her opening, feeling him pulsing in her hand. She lowered herself down on him, taking him in fully. She moaned loudly when she felt him inside. Bosco clenched his hands into fists at his sides, tears slowly sliding down his temples from under his tightly shut lids. He was defeated. Faith's insides twisted at the sight but she couldn't stop, she needed him desperately. He was the only one that could save her.

She was sliding up and down his hardness, her orgasm building up. She squeezed her nipples, trying to substitute for the lack of Bosco's hands on her.

"Please," she begged unknowingly, startling herself with her own quiet words. Bosco heard her too. He raised his hand from the floor to help her and gently flicked at her clit with his finger, immediately causing her to gasp. Her moves quickened when he circled her tender bud sending shivers down her spine. She reached back with her hand and grabbed his balls, squeezing them tenderly. She felt his hips buck upwards joining her in her rhythm. She didn't know whether that was a response of his body or of his heart but she didn't care. At that moment she just couldn't care.

He still hadn't opened his eyes but he felt she was close. She started moaning his name. When her muscles clenched around him and she cried out, he gave in one more time that night. When he came a sob escaped him against his will. He felt all his muscles burning with the tension that was somewhere between pain and ecstasy. Faith collapsed to the floor next to him.

He took several deep breaths to calm himself enough so that his legs would be able to carry him. Then he quickly pulled his pants back up and stood up without saying a word to Faith. Faith was startled by his sudden move. Before she could say anything he was already moving towards the door, almost running.

Running away from her, Faith thought. She curled up on the floor, the tears streaming down her face silent witnesses to her agony.