This moment occurs after Season 5 Episode 15: The party's over

Paperwork:

Flack looked up from his desk to glance at the clock on the wall; he sighed when it read quarter after eight on Friday night. His shift had ended an hour ago and he had been about to leave for Sully's to have a couple of cold ones with the boys. However, before he had a chance O'Bryan announced to the bullpen, "Too many people have been slacking off on their paperwork this week and don't dare leave until your stack is on my desk."

Unfortunately for Flack, he had been one of those who procrastinated this week when it came to completing his case files which left him with a mountain of work to do now.

Angell walked into the precinct; she had been out all day testifying in the Collin Clark case. After the jury came back with a guilty verdict on all counts, the DA, Ian Parker, had insisted on taking she and Stella, who also testified, out for a celebration dinner. Jess had Parker drop her off here instead of at her place because she planned on going to Sully's tonight, but she couldn't go dressed in the skirt suit she wore to court. She had clothes in her locker, so it made sense to change here; that way she could walk and wouldn't need a cab. She was still finding the finical fallout from the NYPD pay freeze, even if it had ended. She looked around: the precinct was practically empty. Jess didn't expect anything else: it was Friday night. Those that were lucky enough to have it off had left hours ago and those that were stuck doing the graveyard shift had already been called out. Jess's eyes landed on one detective at his desk. What's he doing here? she thought. They had plans to meet at Sully's and hang out as 'friends;' to leave separately and then he would show up to her place. It was a good plan.

"Flack," Jess greeted strolling over to his desk. "What are you doing here?"

Don raised his eyes and let them roam down over her. Jess always looked good, but she was strictly a jeans and t-shirt or sweater girl. Pant suits for court. Dates might put her in dress pants. Therefore, Don had never seen her in a skirt or a dress. This particular skirt was your classic black skirt, nothing special - nothing provocative - but it caused a reaction in Don's pants. He realized he been staring, but Jess didn't make a comment just had a goofy grin on her face. She knew what she did to him.

"Umm," Don stumbled finding his voice. "Paperwork, O'Bryan is keeping me hostage until it's done."

"I was once told to do my paperwork as it came in; if not, I would be screwed. It was good advice, Detective," she motioned towards her desk, which was clear of any folders.

"Easier to give advice than to take it," Flack joked. Jess smiled. "What do you got there?" he asked noticing the shopping bag in her hand.

"Just something I bought while the jury deliberated," Jess smirked. "Pour les yeux de mes petit-ami."

"No idea what you just said," Don replied laughing. He really needed to learn French or have his translator around 24/7.

"I know," Jess smiled evilly. "I guess I'll see you at Sully's later."

"If I ever get this done," Flack moaned.

Jess stood with her locker open, she slipped out of her suit jacket, hanging it in her locker. Her fingers tugged the blouse out of the skirt and she began to undo the buttons, she reached the last one when she felt the presences of someone behind her; a hand brushed against the crook in her back and his breath on her neck. "Can I help you detective?" Jess asked trying to keep her composure.

Don gently brushed her wavy curls away from her neck and placed his lips on her soft skin earning a moan from her. Jess turned herself to face Don: eyes met and lips collided. Jess wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer into her and Don let his hands flow down over her back coming to a rest on her backside.

Jess pulled back, "Donnie, we ca…" she started to say but Don cut her off with his lips, "I know," he mumbled against her mouth. "Dangerous but it's hot."

Damn, she thought; he was right. The possibility of getting caught was even more of a turn on. However, she could not have sex in the middle of the locker room. Jess smiled as she spotted the tiny supply closet in the far corner: the answer to the problem. Jess pushed her lips against Don's once more. "Follow me," she whispered pulling back and taking his hand before leading him towards the closet.

"Jess," Don said when he realized what she was thinking. "Do you see the size of that?"

"Yeah," she said in a flirtations tone, "it's going be tight quarters. Now you can join me,"

Jess went on, "or I can go in alone."

That send chills throughout his body. "Open the door," Don commanded trying not to give her the satisfaction of knowing she was getting to him. But Jess knew.

"Yes sir," Jess mocked turning the knob and opening the door. She backed in, reached out and grabbed Don by the shirt; she pulled him in with her. The door closed behind them. Jess was right it was a tight squeeze, forcing them to firmly press their bodies against each other.

Don crashed his lips against hers, wrapping his arms around her waist and letting them rest on her lower back. Jess jerked him closer to her, tightening her grasp around his neck. Their typical fight for dominance started to unfold until Jess gave in. Don's tongue roamed every centimeter of her mouth which caused Jess to moan. Without breaking contact, Don brought his arms around to her front. Letting them glide over Jess's upper body, he permitted his fingers to lightly sweep along her breasts causing her to shudder against him and moved his hands up to her shoulders. His hands slipped under her blouse and down over her shoulders, taking the item to the floor.

Oxygen became a requirement and they were forced to break apart. Jess reached behind her back for the zipper on her skirt, but Don reached out taking a hold of her tiny wrists.

"Leave it on," he whispered.

Jess gave him a look but didn't question it. She wiggled out of his grasp and moved her hands to his belt as his lips made contact with her neck. Jess struggled with the item; it was difficult to get it undone from the position and with the distraction of his lips nuzzling against her ear and neck. She was receiving no help from its owner. Jess finally got the belt unbuckled, her hands moved to the button and zipper of his pants. On the way her fingers grazed along his hardness. Don moaned into her neck and decided to help her out. He extracted himself from her long enough to pull his pants down over his body and step out of them. Don then pushed his body against hers again, beginning to grind his hard self against her. He found his way to her breasts rubbing them through her midnight-blue bra. Jess moaned and let her neck drop back from the pleasure she was receiving.

Don removed his hands from their location and let them roam down her torso, down to her long legs. His hands moved up her inner thigh until they found the rib of the matching thong. He looped his fingers into the garment and, with an agonizingly slow pace, tugged the garment down over her, tossing the blue thong on the floor. Don released himself from her grip in order to rid himself of his restricting boxers. Jess took a hold of Don and forcefully pulled him back towards her. He wrapped his arms around Jess's lower back lifting her up and pushing her against the wall. Jess draped her legs around him. Don placed one hand on the wall for support and with the other he jerked the skirt up around her waist.

This was obviously a quickie; they were in a supply closet. No room or time for much foreplay. Even without it they were both aroused. Don slipped his fully erect penis into her awaiting wet pussy and began to pump himself in and out. Jess grinded her hips back against him, begging him to pick up the pace. She wanted, needed, to reach her peak. Don gave into her and lunged harder, faster, and deeper inside her. Again and again, pumping in and out, harder and harder, faster and faster. "Yes! Oh yes, Donnie," Jess cried out while pleasure floated through her. Don could feel her body tremble against his as she reached her climax. Jess lowered her head so her lips could place sweet kisses on his neck; her fingers dug into his shoulders and she pushed her body harder against his. Forcing Don to follow, releasing his fluid into Jess.

Don pulled out and tenderly lowered Jess back to the floor. He reached out and brushed her hair away from her face. Lovingly, he kissed her forehead and reconnected his lips to hers. "Well that was a first," he chuckled against her mouth.

Jess smirked, "Get dressed, Detective. You still have a pile of paperwork to complete."

Don laughed, but started to redress. He'd just fastened his belt when he felt Jess's hand reach into his pants pocket. "What are you doing?" he asked pulling out what she had put in there. "Aren't you going to need these?" Don asked looking at her thong in his hand.

"I'm wearing jeans. I can go commando," Jess replied and smiled at the reaction on Don's face. "Consider it incentive."

"Incentive for?" Don asked.

Jess leaned into him and whispered into his ear, "For getting out of here."

"Umm," Don groaned. "You are going to be the death of me." But he put the thong back into his pocket. He'd play her game.

Jess giggled and opened the door. Jess walked back over to her locker to really get ready for Sully's and Don started to head towards the door to get that paperwork done. "Angell," he called as he remembered why he came down here to begin with; he turned and headed back towards her locker.

"Yeah," Jess answered.

"What was in that bag from earlier?" he asked. "And what the hell did you say?"

"Oh that, nothing special. It's just black, see through, lacy and consider it another incentive," Jess smiled only answering one of his questions.

Don groaned again, just thinking about what kind of lingerie she had brought. "Don," Jess said interrupting his thoughts. "Paperwork."

"You know what, Detective?" Don asked.

"No," Jess replied. "What?"

"You should always do your paperwork as it comes in. If not, you're going be here on a Friday night not getting screwed," Don replied twisting the advice he gave her years before.

"Meet you at my place in an hour," Jess giggled. Don nodded and started to walk out of the locker room, he heard her call out after him, "One hour, Detective, or I take things into my own hands, another piece of motivation for ya."

An involuntary shiver went down Don's back, "Death of me."

Don thought to himself as he walked out of the locker room, he had learned an important lesson tonight: Never would he put of his paperwork again.

The end!