Title: Fire Escape 3
Author: Juliana

After Friday he took a couple of days off. He needed to stay away from Faith to cool his head. He wasn't very successful though. She was constantly on his mind, trying his patience. He tried to convince himself it meant nothing. But he wasn't successful at that either.

After two sleepless nights he hoped he would manage to get some sleep after all. He went to bed soon after eleven. He lay on his back, images of naked Faith crawling into his mind. He tried thinking about any sports result he could think of to avoid the disturbing thoughts. Nothing helped. He felt hot, uncomfortable, tired but sleepless.

After what seemed like hours of torment he felt himself slowly slip into much needed sleep. His eyelids became heavy, he closed his eyes and his breathing became slower. Suddenly he heard a knock on the door. Surprisingly he wasn't mad. He got up and stalked to the door in his boxers. He raked his fingers through his disheveled hair.

He opened the door and in front of him stood Faith. She seemed disturbed and she remained silent till he said 'hey'.

Her presence was like a balm for his hurting soul but his mind kept telling him he should send her away.

"Can I come in?"

He wanted to shut the door in her face but he knew he wasn't strong enough to do that.

He let her in and closed the door.

The second the door was closed, Faith spoke, "Bosco, I meant it when I said that I want you. I know it's hard to understand that because I'm married but Fred and I … I don't love him anymore, Bos. You're … I … I need you, Bosco."

Her eyes begged him to take her into his arms. He tried to fight the urge to do so but he couldn't for long. His heart was breaking when he saw her tears. He never could stand her crying.

He pulled her to him and hugged her tenderly, whispering comforting words to her. He stroked her soft hair and kissed the top of her head.

"It's okay, baby. Please don't cry."

"No, it's not … I'm so ashamed of myself, of what I did," she sobbed.

"Faith, forget it, there's nothing to be ashamed of. We'll sort this out, okay?"

He moved away slightly, stroking her upper arms with his hands, looking her in the eyes and trying to tell her with his eyes how much he cared about her.

"There's nothing to sort out. I just … I'm sorry I'm such a mess and that I woke you up but I really had to tell you this. I can't go back to Fred, Bos. I need you and I can't not have you."

He saw her tears stopped. Her eyes were clear and beautiful. Her cheeks were still wet and her hair disheveled from his caresses. She was watching him and waiting for his reply. He never doubted what his reply would be.

When he kissed her lips they tasted sweet. His hands worked of their own accord when they circled her waist and pulled her against his chest. She moaned into his mouth when she felt his hand cup her behind. He pushed her back against the wall in the hall. She gasped at his impatience.

His mouth lowered to her neck. This time he didn't care if he left a mark on her soft skin. He wanted to taste her fully, with no restrictions.

He felt her hands on the waistband of his boxers. Faith pulled them down over his hips and then pushed him back. He looked at her surprised. Didn't she just say she wanted him?

When he saw her go down on her knees he groaned loudly. "Faith …"

"Shhh. Let me show you how much I want you, Bosco," she whispered before she touched his length with her warm fingers. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back.

Her fingers caressed him to the tip and back, causing him to shiver with delight. Her tongue licked his whole length. She kissed him softly on the tip before her hand started to stroke him again.

The next second he felt her mouth instead of hands. It was warm, soft and wet and it sucked at his tender head. His knees went weak. She cupped his balls with her hand and squeezed them while she sucked him hard. Her tongue was licking him, making him even harder.

He tangled his fingers in her hair and pushed himself even deeper into her mouth. He was moaning uncontrollably now. Her hand stroked the inside of his thighs, massaging his balls with the other.

"Don't stop, pleeaase …"

She moved her lips over him faster and harder. He bucked his hips forward when he felt his body tense. He wanted to come in her mouth. He wanted her to taste him. Her mouth slid over the rim of his head, he jerked forward again, pushing himself deeper. "Oh, Faith, aaah …"

He heard something start to bang. Not now, his mind screamed. Why can't they leave him alone now when he was so close? Suddenly he jerked awake in his bed. There was no Faith, he was alone. She wasn't … But he did have a hard on.

He cursed and got out of the warm bed. He pulled his sweats on in an attempt to hide his predicament with little success.

He stomped to the door and yanked it open, still angry for being disturbed in his hot dreams.

She stood quietly in front of him, feeling like any kind of greeting would be totally inappropriate. He just stared back not quite knowing what to do. He finally muttered a 'hey'.

"Can I come in?"

"I don't think that's a good idea," he said apprehensively, the memory of the Friday events and of his recent dreams still vividly imprinted on his mind.

"I just wanna talk," she begged.

He sighed but then stepped to the side, letting her in.

For a moment he just stood by the open door, wondering whether he did the right thing or not. On Monday he had been really close to ask for a transfer to another precinct but then he convinced himself that they were going to solve this. Well, maybe not solve it but at least stop doing it.

She sat down onto the couch and looked at him when he still didn't move. Finally he closed the door and came to her but he sat down as far away from her as possible. His body still trembled after his recent excitement. He didn't want her too close because he still couldn't trust himself. He needed to calm down first.

When two minutes passed and she still hadn't spoken, he said, "You wanted to talk. Talk." He sounded harsh but he was tired from the lack of sleep, he didn't know what to think and he knew all too well what he felt.

"Bos, I …"

She didn't look at him. She stared at her fidgety hands in her lap.

"I'm sorry about everything. I'm so sorry," she said with a trembling voice. When she raised her eyes they were teary and sad.

Even though he had decided to be firm, her sadness got to him more than he wanted. This was too much like his dream. He was afraid.

"It wasn't your fault, it's not anyone's fault, Faith." He moved closer so that he could take hold of her hand and squeezed it.

"Fred moved out." It was a simple sentence but it told Bosco just how grave consequences their actions had.

"How … Why?" he managed to ask.

"We talked on Saturday. We agreed that our marriage is not worth to fight for anymore."

"Faith, I don't know what to say … I've never wanted you to leave Fred. If you did this because of me …" The thought that he might be the cause of her marriage ending like this made him feel disgusted with himself. He would never be able to forgive himself.

"No, Bos, it wasn't you. I mean in a way it was but not like that."

He looked horrified at her, her words confirming his fears. He hid his face in his hands leaning on his knees. She thought she heard him mumble 'Oh God', but she wasn't sure she had heard it right through his hands.

"Bos, look at me." She hugged him around his shoulders with her arm.

He pushed her away and stood up.

"I swore I'd never mess with married women and now I know why. Fuck, I'm even worse than my old man," he was circling around the room in front of Faith's eyes. She was beginning to feel dizzy following him with her gaze. She'd called his name several times but he didn't hear her or didn't want to hear her.

"Faith, you've gotta take him back. It's not worth it, at the end of the day he's your husband and we just fucked. You can't give up your family for me. You've gotta take him back!" his voice was rising with every word, at the end he was almost yelling at her.

"We just fucked?" she asked quietly. He couldn't believe she had only heard that part out of everything he had said.

Now she was standing too, facing him with a fierce look in her eyes. He wasn't quite sure how to interpret it. He guessed she was pissed though.

"We just fucked," she said again, this time it sounded more as a statement than a question. He was still silent.

"That's all it meant to you?"

Her voice was dangerously quiet and sweet. Bosco was sure now this would end badly any way he decided. He could either say yes and lose her forever or he could say no and be the reason for her broken marriage. None of the choices gave him any hope but he had to say something. Once again he chose Faith.

"Yes, that's all it was." His answer was slow but determined. Faith's mouth opened but no words came out. She felt like she could strangle him. His words hurt her more than a blow to her face would.

Wordlessly she turned, picked up her purse and left towards the door. When she reached it Bosco let out the breath he was holding in.