Smut alert. Just in case you hadn't noticed this was M :)

five things that never happened to Nikki Heat...

4) HANDS ACROSS THE WATER

She's a vocal lover, not so much by talking dirty or giving directions, but through a complicated codex of moans and sighs and groans. Rook knows how to read those now. He knows how close to the edge he can bring her without letting her go over, how to wind the tension tighter with each loop until she's speaking a language with no consonants, clutching his ass so hard he's got no choice but to keep doing exactly what he's doing exactly where she wants him to do it, if he ever wants to get his dick back at all.

He takes a moment to catch his breath when she's finished, still so deep inside he can feel the aftershocks rolling down her spine. He wonders if one day he's going to stroke out trying to keep up. His rock-star life of late nights, good booze, and a number of substances he's smart enough not to discuss with a cop is starting to pay him back, and though he can feel Nikki's heart beating hard and fast against his arm, his own is punching at the back of his eyeballs, making him see alternately black and red.

He presses his lips against the pulse throbbing madly just beneath her jaw, tastes the salt of her skin. Nikki, for her part, scrunches her shoulder against her neck, squeezing his now-sore ass as a warning to stop before she makes him a very sorry boy.

'I'm not gonna be able to sit if you don't let go of that,' he whispers in her ear. 'And if I can't sit, I can't drive, and if I can't drive, there'll be no margaritas for you on the back deck in the Hamptons this weekend.'

'No neck or you get no dirty weekend,' she orders and releases her grip, smoothing her hands over his sore cheeks as if wiping away the red that surely must be there. 'Neck tickles.'

'No neck,' he agrees, reapplying his lips to the hollow between her collarbone and her shoulder, equally tasty but much less ticklish. Slowly, he draws himself out, then pushes his way even more slowly back in, earning himself a very satisfying groan.

'Like that?' he grins, trying it again.

'Terrible. Can't sta- oh, god. Mmf.'

She's relaxing now, eyes half-closed, her face absolutely at peace. Beyond beautiful. He keeps the rhythm as leisurely as he can manage for as long as he can, savouring the way she feels, her body softly enveloping his, inside and out. At last though, need gets the best of reason and he loses the ability to modulate, to hold back, to aim for the parts of her he knows work best. All he can do is thrust and be, until suddenly he feels glory in a most unexpected place and his brain explodes, taking his body right along with it.

He slowly becomes aware that something is thumping on his lower back. Nikki's heels, fortunately minus her shoes, which she must have kicked off at some point. Her lower legs are the only thing she can move, the rest of her is pinned beneath his weight.

'Rook,' she growls, directly in his ear. 'Can't breathe. Wake up.'

He struggles to lift himself at least partway. Enough to give her some air, and to see her face. 'Did you just do what I think you just did?' he asks, in the voice of a thirteen-year-old getting his first glimpse at Playboy.

She blinks without changing expression, her poker face. 'I have no idea what you mean.'

He realises he's holding one of her arms above her head and the other clamped against his side. Her finger is no longer where it went, but the pat on the ass he receives confirms his suspicion. His dick tries to salute her ingenuity, but manages no more than a feeble wave. Rook imagines it sprawled face down in exhaustion inside her, much as the rest of him was sprawled across her body just a minute ago.

She's going to be the death of him, surely, but he'll embrace that extinction cheerfully when it comes.

Thanks for the reviews, everyone! Glad to see the meta/AU is working. Part 5 tomorrow...