First Fights:

Moment occurs right over Rush to Judgment

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The hot beads of water swept over Jess's body washing away the stress of the day. But it didn't take away the anger, hurt, and confusion she was feeling. The conversation she had with Don came back into her mind:

"How do they know we're seeing each other, Don?" Jess asked as she approached his desk.

"Who?" he asked.

"Internal Affairs; I thought we were trying to keep this thing quiet. I didn't say anything to anyone, that only leaves you," Jess replied.

"People talk, they make assumptions," Don said.

"Because of those assumptions, now, my word doesn't mean squat with IA. I mean who could have told them?" Jess asked.

"Look, Jess, I'm sorry; but, I got bigger things to worry about right now then squad room gossip," Don said.

"Right," Jess whispered and got up from his desk and walked away.

Jess shook herself back to the present; she had been playing that conversation over and over in her head since it happened that morning. Still she had no answers. Jess knew she sounded selfish, thinking about her career when he was the one facing a police brutally scandal and desk duty. That wasn't her intent, but when the moron from IA had accused her of having a personal relationship with Don, it had thrown her for two reasons: a) O'Bryan had strict rules on fraternization with co-workers (as in don't do it) and there was no tolerance for those that decided to break the rules. Don outranked her and had been there longer; if O'Bryan found out she would be the one forced to transfer out of homicide. Her career was on the line since if IA knew then O'Bryan surely knew…now she was just waiting for that grenade to go off. And b) if her word meant nothing, then how could she help Don? No lawyer would put the girlfriend on the stand; even though she had been the one with Don when they picked up Todd Fleming. She was his only witness; it was like having a girlfriend alibi for a suspect: no one ever believed them. And she hated to admit it to herself, but the second reason scared her a lot more then the first. However, she didn't really express it that way.

Jess reached for a towel as she replayed the conversation in her head for the umpteenth time. Okay, so he had bigger problems at the time, but the way he talked to her was unacceptable. It wasn't so much his words that annoyed her but his tone. He spoke to her as if she was some dumb bimbo who didn't know her ass from a hole in the ground and Jess didn't appreciate being spoken to in that manner. No matter the circumstances, partners/lovers/whatevers should speak to each other with respect and she didn't get that from him today.

Jess stepped out of her bathtub to stand in front of her sink. She wiped the steam off the mirror and began to brush her teeth. What annoyed her the most about the situation, what really got her blood boiling, what irked her, was that Don didn't come to her when Sid cleared him of all charges. Jess had to hear it second-hand from Maka.

Jess turned the water off, her ears perking up at the sound of her front door opening and shutting. Jess wrapped the towel tighter around her and reached for the holster hanging on the toilet. She pulled out her weapon, suddenly grateful she had decided to shower before doing anything else including putting away her guns. Jess carefully opened the door a crack; she spied a figure in her living room. "Freeze NYPD!" Jess shouted.

"It's just me," Don warned turning around to find Jess with a weapon trained on him and wearing only a towel, water radiating of her skin, her hair flowing down her back wet and fuzzy. She looked stunning.

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Jess raised her voice a little bit. "I thought you were a robber, or a psychopath killer. I could have shot you."

Don shrugged, "Last time I checked, robbers and killers don't use their key."

Jess rolled her eyes walking back into her bedroom so she could put away her gun and… well… get dressed. "I was in the shower, I didn't know the door was opened properly," Jess called.

Don followed and leaned against the doorframe of her bedroom, "I just dropped by; figured I would let you know I was cleared, if you care."

Jess spun around from the drawer where she had been looking for her sweat pants. "If I care?" Jess said half laughing, "How dare you accuse me of not caring? You ass!"

"Well since you didn't have my back and were more concerned about squad room gossip, it was an easy conclusion," Don spat back.

Jess grinded her teeth, her blood boiling in her veins as she stormed over to where Don was standing looking incredibly cocky; which was something that, usually, was a turn on but tonight it just added fire to her anger. "Fuck you, Flack," Jess yelled getting in his face.

Don tried not to smirk knowing it would make the situation worse, plus he was pissed with her; but, Jess was unbelievably sexy when she was mad. Once or twice he started a small argument just 'cause she was hot angry. So without thinking Don leaned down pushing his lips hard against hers.

The kiss certainly took Jess by surprise and she stunned herself by kissing back. This kiss wasn't like either one they had ever shared before. There was no tenderness or passion. It was full of rage and animosity. However wrong the kiss felt, it felt just as much right to both parties.

Jess came to her senses and pulled back. "Quel l'enfer?" Jess yelled at him.

"You're hot when you're mad," Don admitted.

Jess's face contorted in an unnatural expression: she was mad before, now she was furious. "I don't think so buddy. I don't know what you got away with, with your bimbos, but I'm not one of them. You don't talk to me like you did today. And you certainly don't show up here, uninvited might I add, accuse me of not having your back and then kiss me. Did you think I would just forget everything by the touch of your lips and fall into bed with you?" She ranted her decimal level getting considerably higher with each sentence, "Well if sex is the reason you decided to come here, I suggest you go home and start up the DVD player."

"Well, I didn't come for sex, Detective," Don declared his volume too getting higher. "Whatever reason I had it was obviously a mistake. I'm outta here." With that Don stormed out of the bedroom. Jess stayed rooted to the floor until she heard the front door slam shut.

"Damnit," Jess cursed aloud running out to the foyer hoping to catch Don. She opened the door the same time Don did.

Don reentered the apartment and closed the door behind him. It was like some type of magnetic force that drew her into him. Jess had meant what she said earlier but it seemed like all her common sense went out the window when it came to Don. Jess was still unsure what she felt about that as her lips moved across his.

Don deepened the kiss, moving his hands up to run threw her wet hair and back around to the tucked in part of the towel, the only thing keeping it on her body, and pulled the tucked in piece out. Letting the item fall to the floor. Without breaking lip contact, Don took a step forward forcing Jess to take a step backwards which he continued to do so until they were out of the entrance hall and standing in the kitchen. Jess pulled back. "I'm still pissed," she stated as she tugged at the ugly red tie around his neck.

"Me too," Don replied taking his fingertips to her breasts and beginning to rub them along her boobs. Each time his fingers moved along them he pressed harder and harder.

"Mmm!" Jess groaned despite how pissed she was. Pleasure flowed through every pore of her body. Don smirked as he firmly took a hold of her boobs and began to gently roll them around; then, he applied pressure. "Oh, God," Jess winced in pleasure. Don's smirk grew even wider, annoying Jess even more. Don's mouth ascended to her nipple region, placing it between his teeth he drew it into his mouth and sucked hard, harder and harder. Jess dug her fingernails into his shoulders securing her a groan from Don. He nibbled down on her nipple; pulling on it until Jess was convinced it was going to pop off. His lips then repositioned themselves on her neck. He began to suck the sensitive spot, harder and harder.

Jess moved her hands from their current position on his shoulders down to his chest and pushed him back into the corner of the countertop. Her fingers took a hold of his shirt, but instead of undoing the buttons one by one she pulled on the sides sending buttons flying across the kitchen floor.

"I take it we're going play rough tonight, Detective," Don grinned tossing his shirt aside.

Jess didn't respond; there would be no innocent teasing, tonight was just about sex. Jess's hands reached Don's belt buckle which she undid with ease and his pants and boxers soon followed the same path as his shirt.

Jess pressed her palms firmly against his chest using her fingernails she slid her way over his muscular chest down until she reached his hard on and dropped to her knees. She laced her fingers around his member and began to lightly stoke him. Running her hand up and down his shaft. Once her hand reached the back, she moved her index finger and began to run it along the underside of Don's penis causing a groan to escape from Don's lips. Jess let herself smile because she knew Don was enjoying it and because she was in control. Jess then began stroking his rod with her hand again at the same time she began to suck, kiss, and lick his head. She halted her hand movements allowing her tongue to glide up and down the length of his shaft. She roamed her tongue back towards his head and back down again. She did the same movements twice more. On her second journey back down his rod, Jess started to caress and roll Don's testicles around with her tongue.

"Fuck, Angell," Don cursed feeling his legs began to shake a little from the bliss Jess was sending through his body. Don placed his palms firmly on the counter for support.

Jess stroked his shaft and head with her mouth and then with no warning engulfed Don's head with her mouth sliding down to the base and back up again slipping him out of her mouth entirely.

"Don't stop," Don commended.

Jess titled her head and gave him that look. "Jess," Don begged knowing that look. Jess kept him tightly in her hand but stayed still. "Please."

That was all she wanted and it made her all warm inside that she was able to get a please without a single word. Jess took him into her mouth once more going all the way down letting him hit the back of her throat before moving back up. Don placed his hands on her head entangling his fingers into her hair and pushing her mouth completely down on him once more.

Don let her go and Jess came up for air. Don reached down and pulled her up off the floor lifted her half way up on him so she had one leg wrapped around his waist. Don ran a finger along her core sending shivers throughout her body. "Pissed or not," Don's smirk reached the corner of his eyes this time. "You're soaking, babe."

"Well, here's an idea…just fuck me," Jess snorted back.

And before she knew how she got there, Jess was laid stomach down on the kitchen table.

Don stood behind her; Jess automatically spread her legs for him. She held on tightly to the edge of the table as his index finger glazed across her core. "Yes, yes" she called feeling the pleasure climb inside her.

Then the finger was gone, replaced by his thick, hard penis. Don pushed himself inside her pumping harder and harder. "Holy fuck!" Jess screamed out.

Don thrust deeper and deeper inside Jess. As fast as he started Don stopped. Pulling out of her altogether. Again, Jess felt his finger rub against her then it was inside her, replacing him. He pumped his finger hard into Jess. Again his finger disappeared. Don moved his hands to her ass and gave it another squeeze before colliding into it. The small stinging just turned Jess on more. "Don, now," Jess commanded.

Don obeyed, inserting himself once more. He pumped so hard into her. Both so close to their peak. Don sped up and plunged into her even deeper hitting that happy place. Jess's grip tightened around the light wood as she lost all control screaming his name. Don followed suit squirting his juice into Jess as he reached his climax.

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Somehow the pair had gotten dressed and were now sitting on the couch…an awkward silence filling the room. Both were still hurt and angry with the other. And they were both to stubborn to take the first step in giving a much need apologize.

Finally, Jess couldn't take the silence any longer. "How the fuck could you think I didn't have your back today? You've got to explain your thinking on that one 'cause honestly, Don, I don't know where you are getting that from. I'm your partner; I've always got your back."

"I know, Jess," Don stated. "I was just mad; no one else in the bullpen did. I'm sorry I took my frustrations with them out on you. And about this morning, I'm sorry for not listening to you and treating you like that."

"I didn't mean to sound so concerned about me," Jess replied. "I wasn't worried about my career, I was worried about yours."

Don moved a little closer to her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders pulling Jess into him, "I know, I had a lot on my mind but it's no excuse to treat my girl like I did. Face it, you're dating an idiot."

Jess laughed, "And you're dating someone without any communication skills."

Don laughed too, "I think we just survived our first fight."

Jess nodded letting silence fall again, but this time it was a comfortable silence.

A few minutes passed, Jess asked, "You know what the best part of fighting is right?"

"I can't think of one good thing about it," Don replied twirling a strand of her hair around his finger. "Well, besides angry, hot sex." He pulled back expecting an elbow in the chest.

"Well I was gonna say the makeup sex, but since we already had angry, hot sex I guess we can skip the makeup sex this time," Jess smirked.

"Or not," Don laughed taking her hand and pulling her towards the bedroom.

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Translation of Quel l'enfer is what the hell.