Author's note: I own only the original characters.
In case you're wondering, Victoria and Tristan will be in the story again soon.
By the way, I still welcome reviews. I know this is part of a bigger series, but I hope the lack of reviews isn't indicating a lack of interest.
Language and an even stronger sexual content warning than for chapter three:
Frank did not go home right away, however.
Instead, he drove back to the precinct and walked right back in.
Double-checking the directory of locations, he walked to the room containing all of the cold cases and pulled out two boxes. One read WIKSTROM, JEREMY JACOB and the other read CALDWELL, ANDREW CORIOLANUS. He carried them to his desk, and in the faint light from the few ceiling lights still lit, he began reading.
With Jeremy Wikstrom, there was very little. As far as Frank could tell, the baby had been in his crib but had vanished. No evidence was recovered that could point to any viable suspect.
With his own father, it was not much better: three shots to the chest from a .45, no footprints as it had been snowing that night, no suspects. He noticed that his father had been working on the case of an unidentified infant that had been burned beyond recognition. The name was Baby Doe but a newspaper clipping called it "Little Boy Blue."
Frank sighed and went back to the cold room and searched. Eventually, he found the file and took it back to the desk. He began to sift through it and was appalled at the crime scene photos.
"Who the fuck would do that to a baby?" he wondered. "Sick fucks like that-"
"Frank? What are you doing here?"
Jumping slightly, he turned and saw Alex, the department's "techno-Gengar," giving him a puzzled look.
"I'm just looking at re-opening a few cold cases," the human replied.
"Well, do that when you're more rested up. You can see things better through fresher eyes than tired ones. I'm heading home. See you tomorrow, Frank."
He walked off. Frank sat there a while, then decided that the Ghost/Poison-type was right.
The cold air hit him again along with some snowflakes as he walked to the parking lot. When he got there, however, he got quite the surprise.
A woman was sitting on the hood of his car, her long, blue-gray hair cascading over her shoulders. Her winter coat was opened to reveal a dark blue dress that only went to her knees. Her high heeled shoes matched her hair as she gave him a seductive stare. "Well, look who's all semi-official looking this time of night," she purred.
A smile twisted one corner of Frank's mouth. "Do I want to know what you're doing here, Karen?"
The Dark-type Elite Four member leaned forward, still smiling. "I heard the rumors that the former champion of Johto and Kanto was now a detective. I decided that seeing was believing. So? Is it true?"
"Yes. Have been for a couple of years now. You must not get news very fast."
"Sad. I'd hoped you'd do better than that."
"Taking down Team Rocket again and stopping a lone wolf anarchist from destroying computer systems isn't better?"
She just giggled in reply.
"What are you doing here, anyway, Karen?"
"Oh, nothing much, I'm just in town for a couple of weeks on business. Very special business."
Frank walked over to her. "Don't you think it's a little cold to be sitting on metal like that?"
"My, my, my, since when did YOU become so concerned about little ol' me?"
"You're not THAT much older than me."
"A few years."
"Not that many."
"That's not answering my question."
"I'd hate to see you get chilled. Want me to drive you to a hotel?"
"I can't stay at your place for the night?"
"Well, I-"
"Good!" She slid off the hood and before Frank could stop her, she had gotten in the car and put her seat belt on. "What are you waiting for? Let's go!"
Frank sighed, more inwardly than outwardly, and got in next to her. "I was going to say, my mother just moved in with me last night, much to my dismay."
"SHE moved in with YOU?! Most times, it's the other way around."
"She's a serious alcoholic. Only good thing about that is she may be asleep when we get there so I don't have to worry about her making you feel uncomfortable."
"There's not a lot that makes me uncomfortable, Frank."
She scooted as close as she could to him without needing to take off her seat belt as he drove through the falling snow to his home.
Frank was the one who saw the note on the kitchen table, and he picked it up and scanned it while Karen leaned on the wall.
"Well, what did it say?" she asked.
He tossed the note carelessly to the floor. "She went to bed early after draining a couple glasses of scotch. Nothing's changed with her."
She raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"She's been like that all my life," he replied, shaking his head. "Ever since my dad died when I was a few months old, to hear some other members of the family tell it."
"Your dad died? What happened? Did your mom ever tell you?"
"Yeah, he was gunned down in the street while investigating a couple of other cases. I'm re-opening those along with his since none of them were ever solved."
"Th-th-that's just terrible, Frank!"
"I'll spare you further details." He went for the liquor cabinet. "And it looks like she has everything in here shuffled around so I don't know where some things are now."
"Wine will be all right for me, please. Red wine, preferably."
"I've got a Cabernet I haven't touched in a while."
"Sounds lovely, Frank."
"Hang on, I'll grab that and a couple of glasses."
"Trust me, before too long, I'll probably just be taking swigs straight from the bottle."
Frank gave her a cynical look. "Shame on you."
She smiled that sultry smile she had given him at the precinct. "Me? Have shame? What are you insinuating?"
He set the bottle and glasses on the table. "You didn't come here on business, did you, Karen?"
"Are you suggesting I only came here because of you?"
"Are you?"
"No!" She paused. "Not entirely."
Frank said nothing. Instead, he poured two glasses full of the dark red wine and pushed one towards her.
"You have a problem with me wanting to see you again, Frank?"
The detective sighed. "I'm sorry, Karen, I didn't mean it like that."
"Of course you didn't. If you did, you would have made that clear earlier. You're under too much stress right now, Frank."
"How could you tell?" he asked, a cynical edge in his voice.
"You drank that entire glass of wine without coming up for air."
Startled, Frank looked at his glass and realized that she was right. Instinctively, he reached for the bottle to refill, but she was quicker and she lifted it to her lips with one hand and took a long gulp before setting it down. "Fortunately," she continued, "I think I know how I can help you."
"If it involves sex, you're gonna need to give me a minute to think about it. In the meantime, you should drink what you have in the glass before you get anymore from the bottle."
He turned away and walked to the sink. He set his glass on the side, then turned around.
In the few seconds that it took him to get rid of his glass, Karen had climbed on top of the table and was facing him, propping herself up by one arm, her glass in her free hand. The bottle sat within her reach.
"You know, Frank," she said, "all this talk about your work and your family and all of your stress has really left me thirsty." She took a sip from her glass. "But this wine just isn't cutting it. I need something a little more… satisfying."
She set the glass down and pulled the bottle towards her. "And you want to know something?" she asked as she began to sensuously lick the neck of the bottle, "You look like you haven't had any fun in a while, big boy. Maybe we can play a little game or something, you know, to just help you relax a little."
A smile hit the corner of Frank's mouth. "It's kinda hard to relax when you're doing that, you know."
"Oh, really?" she queried. "How hard? Hard like this glass bottle?"
She wrapped her lips around the top of the bottle and began moving her head suggestively. Frank chuckled as he stepped towards her. "OK, OK, I get the point already."
He took the glass and she handed him the bottle. "Don't take too long putting everything away," she sighed. "I really want to start playing now."
All Frank did was turn and set them on the nearest counter and then turn back towards her. Without hesitating, she reached for his belt and undid the buckle. She then pulled the belt away with one motion and tossed it to the floor.
"Nice pull," Frank could not help but say.
Karen just gave him a sultry smile before unbuttoning his black jeans and pulling down his zipper. She then reached under the waistband of his boxers and pulled down, exposing the almost seven inches of him that was growing harder by the second. With her right hand, she began to stroke him back and forth as he leaned on the edge of the table with his left hand.
Then she moved forward and enclosed him in her warm mouth before moving closer to him, taking a little more with each movement as Frank decided to give up trying to support himself with the table. Instead, he began to stroke her hair with his right hand while simultaneously letting his left glide up the side of her leg, going up her dress as he continued along her slim abdomen towards her breasts. Once there, he slipped his hand under her bra and cupped her right breast, gently squeezing and rubbing it and making her gasp slightly around him.
She started to pick up speed, but he placed his hand sideways across his penis, stopping her. "Can't let you have all the fun, Karen," he told her, rolling her onto her back as he spoke. "Plus I don't want it to end too soon."
She gave him a teasing little pout. "I wasn't trying to-"
Frank silenced her by pressing his lips to hers. They kissed for a few moments as he pushed her dress and bra up over her breasts. With his thumbs, he began to play with her nipples, causing her to groan into his mouth as their tongues mingled. He then moved his hands down her sides, but stopped midway and broke the kiss.
"Hot as this is, I think we'd be better off on a considerably softer surface," he got out.
"Yeah, that and it'd be hell to clean this table," she agreed.
Their clothes still disheveled and him impeded by his pants being pulled partly down, he still picked her up and carried her to his bedroom, lowering his head to lick her nipples on the way and causing her to nearly fall out of his arms. They made it to the bed, however, and he set her down and got undressed while she did the same. She lay on her back and spread her legs for him, and as he got on the bed he began to run his tongue along her soft, inviting slit, her back arching with every sensation that hit her. Frank had to admit to himself that she was right: it had been quite some time since his last sexual encounter, although in his lust for Karen he had forgotten when that was and didn't care.
"Ooh, Frank, can't I have a little fun too?" she whimpered.
He stopped and looked up at her. "I think it's actually supposed to be both our turns."
She sat up and pushed him down before turning so her vulva was facing him while she could get her mouth around him again. He felt the warmth of her breath and the softness of her lips as she moved along his cock, and then he felt her moans vibrate around him as he darted his tongue inside her. She had gotten wetter and wetter inside, and the taste of her was intoxicating to him.
She suddenly stopped sucking him and was now whimpering incessantly as he continued to work on her. "Please don't make me cum now, Frank, I don't want this feeling to end!"
He stopped and turned her around. She leaned forward and kissed him before taking him inside her, letting loose a louder groan than before as she began to bounce on him. Her head began to thrash around, her hair spilling in front of her face as he reached forward and played with her breasts with one hand while rubbing her clit with the other.
Damn, I don't think either of us can hold back much longer, he thought.
"Oh god, Frank, I'm so going to fucking cum right now!" she cried out as he slid around inside her slick vagina, driving ever deeper with every movement of her body. Her cheeks and breasts were flushed an orgasmic red that was as beautiful as she herself was.
"Go right ahead, I think I'm gonna cum too at this rate," he said between breaths.
She leaned forward again and he held her to him as he thrust harder and further, and within seconds she clenched around him as they came together, the warmth of their respective fluids bringing them closer together in mind and spirit.
She went limp in his arms from the strength of her orgasm, and he, spent himself, let her roll to his side.
"That was so fucking amazing, Frank," she gasped.
"You're not too bad yourself, Karen."
"Yeah, you're just as good as I heard."
He suddenly looked at her. "As good as you heard?"
She turned to face him. "I hear you get around quite a bit, Frank Caldwell. I hesitate to use the word 'conquests,' but you've certainly been linked to quite a few great women around the regions."
"Who told you that?"
"Maybe I heard it from a couple of those you've slept with before."
"Name them."
"Name who?"
"The ones I've been linked to."
"I heard from Flannery herself that she was your first time."
"Perhaps she was. Perhaps she wasn't."
"Misty."
"Don't make me laugh."
"Janine."
"Nah. She still hates me because I whipped her father's ass when I won that badge. Swept. Completely swept."
"Erika."
"I thought you said Flannery was my first."
"You didn't go back?"
"Erika and I are friends. But no."
"Lorelei."
"I'm a sucker for redheads, what can I say? Or most, anyway."
"She told me you two were going for hours on end."
Frank merely rolled his eyes.
"Anyone from Sinnoh I should know about?"
"Maybe, maybe not."
"I'll stick with Hoenn. Roxanne."
"So I went back to her after I won the Championship. So what?"
"Clair says you went back too."
"She did, did she?"
"She told me she told you she liked to play the dominant. Then again, she also told me that she wanted you to give it to her rough."
"What about you? What about YOUR sexual exploits?"
"I even heard that you and Sabrina are more than just friends."
"You're not answering my question."
She laughed. "Sweetie, when I feel a need and there's no man around, I have my ways of staying satisfied. You're good at communicating with Dark-type Pokemon. Ask my Umbreon if you don't believe me."
"I think I'll pass, thanks."
"Don't tell me that you haven't ever seen a graceful looking Pokemon and got hard in your pants. That Gardevoir I saw you with in those newspaper photos-"
She was silenced by his kiss as they started anew.
The sounds of hard rock in his ears woke Frank up the next morning. The winter sun had not yet risen.
He turned in his bed and saw that she was gone. All there was was a note where she had been.
He grabbed it, turned on the lamp near his clock, and read:
Hey big boy, had a great time. Maybe we should do it again before I leave.
Karen
He dropped the note on the floor.
"Story of my life some days," he sighed.
Damn straight, said a voice.
"Oh no," he groaned. "Not YOU again."
Yep.