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His Jealous Streak

There was a skip in ADA Barba's step that day. He had secured a conviction in another case. To reward himself, he left work early - shocking everyone in his office by doing so - and headed to his girlfriend's place. Annie had become his absolute solace in just a few months. He forced himself through tough days now by thinking of getting to spend time with her. The sex was great, no doubt. So was the intimacy. Her kind, playful nature forced him to surrender his inhibitions. There was nothing he couldn't talk to her about. And the way her hair smelled so fresh, it made him want to clasp her close to his chest.

He decided at the last moment to use his key and not ring the doorbell. Feeling adventurous, Rafael tiptoed to the kitchen. He found her in her bedroom at last. Annie had her closet thrown open. Was she actually standing in a pool of dresses? Rafael's attention climbed upwards from the dresses to her bare legs. He was ogling her thighs when she raised her arms and placed them on top of her head, giving Rafael a great view of her plain black undies as her shirt rose. Turning red, he cleared his throat. Annie turned about so fast it could have snapped her neck.
"RAF!", she screamed his name.
His grin dissolved on seeing her fall on the floor. He was by her side in a second, lifting her up, disentangling her feet from the dresses. None of it seemed to matter to Annie. She threw her arms around his neck before he could speak and kissed him repeatedly.
"You surprised me! I'm so glad. So glad you're here!"
It is a gratifying feeling, knowing someone can be so happy to see you. Rafael returned her kisses with the sincerest affection.
"What are you doing here? I'm not complaining, just curious. So glad you came"
"I got out of work early", he added, "To see you"
She grinned, blushing, never dropping her arms from around his neck. Rafael raised them both to their feet. He gestured to the array - disarray - of clothing around them.
"Special occasion?"
She sat him down on her bed before gathering the dresses up.
"It's a costume party, since we are relaunching some classics. Work thing. Stupid idea"
"You love the classics", he inferred, "Perhaps this resentment is because you haven't decided on a costume"
"Yes!", Annie complained, "I thought I'd go as one of the Brontë sisters but the triplets are doing it! Those bastards"
"You have adult triplets working in your office?"
"Yeah. And Gary is going to dress up as Emily Brontë just to spite me. He knows I love Emily!"
"Well, Gary's a jerk. Come here"
He pulled her down on to his lap. Her pout erased any sexual thoughts he had entertained on his way there. When Annie wasn't happy, he knew he couldn't be.
"Can I borrow your eyes? Maybe then I can pass for Scarlet O'Hara"
He chuckled and held her closer.
"What classic fictional character do you think I am like?", she asked.
"That's a tough one"
Rafael set to thinking while Annie put the rest of her dresses back inside. He suggested,
"How about the lead from Persuasion? You love that one"
"Hell yeah", she realized, "I can go as Anne. I totally can pull off 26. Does this mean you'll join me as Frederick?"
Rafael was on his guard at once.
"What?"
"I was going to ask you if you could come along. Think you can make it?"
He sighed,
"To a costume party, Annie? In a couple's costume?"
"You can be anyone you want!"
"I'm sorry, querido. It's not..."
"Your thing?", she muttered, "I knew you were going to say no"
"I really wish for your sake that I was into this stuff but it makes me uncomfortable. And I probably won't be able to make it if a case comes up"
"It's fine, okay? I understand. Since you are not coming, I'm going to have to ask a friend of mine. It's girlfriend courtesy to let you know that he is a handsome, straight male"
Rafael was all ears.
"He's what now?"
"His sister and I were friends as kids. Relax. He's like a little brother to me"
"Can't you go alone?"
"I have to bring a guy to this thing. Everyone thinks my boyfriend is imaginary"
"Why would they think that?"
"Because every time someone from work hit on me, I'd tell them I have a boyfriend. Nobody's ever seen me with one"
"Wait. Are you going to tell them that your friend's brother is your boyfriend?"
Annie's lie was obvious.
"Maybe"
"That's blackmail"
"Then come with me!"
"Annie, it's adults playing dress-up, for God's sake"
"You could go as the Count of Monte Cristo - the handsome, vengeful French noble. You'd be perfect!"
"No, thank you"
She walked to him,
"As you wish",
...and pulled the over-sized jersey over her shoulders. She climbed onto the bed, giving Rafael a gentle shove to make him lie down. Annie wanted to reward him for surprising her. It might make him give her more of such surprises.
"Your mouth tastes like coffee", she grinned and kissed him again.
Rafael was letting her take charge for once. She kissed his neck, prepared to suck a hickey where it would show.
"This friend of yours..."
"No", she put her finger on his lips and continued.
He let her pleasure him some before sitting upright. Annie was indignant.
"Rafael Barba..."
"When are you going to meet him?"
She rolled her eyes.
"You have a serious..."
"When, Annie?"
"In a few hours. We were supposed to have dinner and some drinks tonight. But since you're here, I'll tell him we gotta do it another time"
"No"
Annie folded her arms under her breasts on purpose. Sitting on her knees in her lingerie was having no effect on her boyfriend that evening. He could be so annoying when he got some stupid idea in his head.
"No?", she echoed.
His hands were pulling her towards him again. Rafael said,
"Go meet him for dinner. After I'm done with you"
There was no time to question his quizzical behavior, to inquire after his sudden surge of passion. Rafael brought his mouth to her ear.
"What's the safe word?"
"J-jinkies?", she said.
He told her,
"Good. You're going to need it"
"Wh..."
"If you're meeting another man, you're going with your legs shaking, your hair messed up, and your clothes disheveled - looking like you have been fucked by me"

After over two hours of over-stimulation and loud sex (on Annie's helpless part), she had to say her safe word. Rafael stopped at once. When he realized Annie still had 20 minutes to get ready for the dinner, he went down on her. So having no time to cover up with make up, with her hair hastily brushed, she walked - legs shaking all the way - to the little restaurant a block away. Rafael wouldn't let her cancel the dinner. She was covered in love bites. The color in her cheeks wouldn't fade, thinking of all the things Raf had been doing to her a while ago. Had she enjoyed it?
Holysweetmotheryeah.
But it was so apparent. Her companion joked on seeing her.
"Whoa. You on a walk of shame?"
"My boyfriend dropped by today", she sat down, "Let's order. I'm starving"
"I'll bet you are"
"Shut up, Sonny"