Chapter 24 – Bruised but not broken

Flack came home one night feeling completely drained and seeing his girlfriend waiting for him on the couch made it worse.

'Lil, what you doing here?' he asked, exhaustion etched in his face. Why had he given her his key, again? 'Cause he loved her, right.

'I just wanted to see you. What happened to you, sweetheart?' she was concerned after seeing him limp slowly to the bedroom.

'Rough day. I chased a perp and fell over the stairs,' he started taking off his clothes.

Lily gasped after seeing the huge bruise on his back.

'Lie down on your face,' she ordered.

Flack did as he was told, not having the strength to protest. Lily came back three minutes later with a bottle in her hand and sat on the edge of the bed. She started applying some sort of oily substance on his back.

'What the hell is that?' he asked gruffly.

'An oil, it'll relax your muscles and reduce the pain.'

Her hands were massaging his back, spreading the oil on his skin. It felt great. Not only was the pain going away, her touch was magical. He groaned when her hands left his skin.

'You feeling better now?' she asked, lying down next to him.

'Please don't stop,' his eyes were still closed.

'Okay honey, I won't,' she kissed the top of his head and resumed the action.

Half an hour later they were both sound asleep.

A few sun rays entered the room through the cracks on the blinds, waking Lily up. She stirred and looked at her watch: it was six o'clock, they still had some time to get up. She fixed her gaze on the man sleeping next to her. He looked so peaceful and relaxed unlike when he was awake and his muscles were always tense. Lily ran a hand down his naked back and he muttered something unintelligible. She lay like that, watching him for half an hour and then got up.

At seven, after Flack's alarm had rung and he was begging for five more minutes Lily entered the bedroom with breakfast.

'Hey,' said Flack sleepily.

'Morning, love. How you feeling?' she placed the tray on the bed and sat next to him.

'Better, thanks for last night. And why are we having breakfast in bed?' he asked sipping some coffee.

'Figured you deserved some pampering. But I can take it back to the kitchen if you want,' she spread peanut butter on a toast.

'Nah, it's okay.'

They finished breakfast in silence.

'I like your hair all wet,' said Flack and tugged at one of her locks.

'I don't, but since you don't have a hairdryer …' she tried to grab the tray but he swatted her hand away and put it on the floor.

'What, you want to trip over it and break everything, not to mention hurt yourself?' she asked.

'No, you see, for me breakfast in bed involves more than toast and coffee,' he ran a finger down the side of her thigh.

'Of course it does,' she smiled and shook her head.

'Now, if it was another day, I'd let it go but after what you did last night and the fact that your hair's wet …' he grinned mischievously and got closer to her.

'What does my hair have to do with anything?'

'It turns me on,' he whispered in her ear before kissing her.

Flack got on top of Lily and started kissing her passionately, his hands roaming over her body. How could she resist him? She responded as eagerly.

He almost tore her tube top while taking it off. After sending her bra flying to the floor he focused on her chest, making her moan. Lily pulled down his boxers as he tried to open her jeans, not ripping one of the buttons out of pure chance.

'Easy there, babe,' she helped him get rid of her pants and her underwear followed suit.

Ten minutes later they were getting dressed between kisses, caresses and a little help from the other.

'You forgot your zipper,' Lily fastened it, her hand lingering a bit on his crotch.

'Don't do that or we'll be very late for work,' he sort of warned, sort of pleaded.

'It's Saturday; people with normal jobs don't have to work,' she grinned mischievously and played with his belt buckle.

'But I do. Tell you what, after my shift ends I'll swing by your place. That okay with you?' he kissed her.

She nodded and initiated a kiss. They walked from the bedroom to the front door with their lips together.

'Want me to take you home?' he asked, opening the door.

'I'll ride with you to the Precinct. I'm meeting Mary a couple of blocks from there.'

'Okay. What are you gonna do today?'

'Some shopping.'

'Anything special?'

'Well, Mary wants me to 'update' my lingerie drawer,' Lily blushed.

Flack gulped. 'I'm not complaining.'

'I think it's more an excuse to update her drawer,' she mused.

'Tell her to make you buy something nice.'

'Because I can't choose something nice on my own?'

'Of course you can. She'll make you buy something racy, that's what I meant.'

'I know what you meant. I just never thought it was important to you …'

'It's not. But I won't complain. Most women do it by themselves, don't ask our opinion; just surprise us,' he commented.

'Clearly I'm not most women,' she sounded upset.

'I know,' he chuckled.

'What's funny about it?'

'I was thinking; you make most complicated things easy and the easy stuff complicated,' he chuckled again. 'But I like it that way.'

'So it wasn't all a Lily-bashing? Good to know.'

'C'mon babe, you know I love you,' he parked and kissed her long and sweet.

'You've convinced me. For now …' she kissed him again and got out of the car.

'See ya tonight, Lil,' he said and she waved before walking down the street.

Lily was now a woman on a mission. She was going to prove Flack that she didn't need Mary's help. He was in for a huge surprise.

Later that afternoon Flack knocked on her door. As Lily didn't answer, he let himself in. Everything was dark except for a small lamp on top of a table. He approached it silently and found his girlfriend lying on the carpet with her eyes closed. He lowered down and kissed her.

'Hey, wasn't expecting you so early,' she opened her eyes. 'I was so deep in thought I didn't hear you come in.'

'That's why I've got a key. How was your shopping trip with Mary?' he lay on his side with his head on his hand.

'That's for me to know and you to find out,' she raised her eyebrows.

'You wearing something you bought today?' his free hand went to her cleavage and pulled the fabric down a bit to try see her bra. Lily took his hand and placed it on her hip.

'You'll have to work to see it,' she licked her lips.

He kissed her and as things started to get heavy their clothes started to fly around the room. Flack groaned at seeing her underwear. He had to say red lace looked pretty good on her pale skin and it was a welcome change to all that cotton. Although he'd liked it, the red garments were soon on the floor, completely forgotten.

'Red looks good on you,' said Flack lying next to his girlfriend.

'Thanks,' she blushed. 'Was my choice good enough?'

'You have excellent taste,' he pushed her closer to him.

'This carpet's really comfortable,' she said as she took the blanket from the couch and used it to cover their naked bodies.

'Yeah,' he kissed the top of her head.

'We should have sex here more often,' she said and he laughed.

'We could do that …' Flack pressed Lily closer to his chest.

'What's up? Is something wrong?' she sounded concerned.

'No, why?'

'Your grip is different, that's all.'

'What you mean?'

'It's tighter, I'm so pressed against you I'll probably leave a mark. You know I'm not going anywhere, right?' her voice was soft but she was clearly concerned.

'Am I hurting you?'

'No.'

'Then can I keep my tight grip on ya?' he asked honestly.

'Sure. You heard me before? I'm always going to be here, Don.'

'But I don't know if I will.'

'Don't scare me, honey. Tell me what's wrong.'

'Nothing unusual; I'm a cop. Death's part of the job. I just want you to remember this night.'

'I promise that when we're ninety and sitting on a porch somewhere I'll remind you how good you were in bed – or on the carpet – and how much I love these moments,' Lily kissed him.

'Okay, but can you do it when we're seventy four too?' he laughed.

'Deal,' she smiled. 'But not before.'

A couple of days later Flack knocked on her door.

'How was Chicago? You solved the case?' Asked Lily as she opened the door.

'Yeah, aren't I gonna get a kiss?' he leaned and trapped her lips with his. 'What's wrong?'

'What are you talking about?'

'Every time we kiss you put your hands on me. Today your right one was at your side, didn't even move it.'

'Damn detectives,' she muttered under her breath as he took her right hand and lifted her sleeve.

'What happened to you and when did you get the cast?' his tone was serious as they sat on the couch.

'The other day I was crossing the street and this guy kind of hit me with his car.'

'Then I'd expect a cast on your leg, why the wrist?'

'He hit the brakes when he saw me but still hit me – I've got a bruise on my leg to prove it – and I fell forward and landed awkwardly on my wrist.'

'Why didn't you call me?' he was upset.

'You were busy, on a huge case in Chicago; it wasn't important,' she shrugged.

'It wasn't important?! You were hurt, babe. You should've told me.'

'It was nothing big, just a couple of bruises and a broken wrist.'

'I don't care, next time 'nothing big' happens I wanna know.'

She nodded.

'C'mere. I'm glad you're okay,' he hugged her and kissed her forehead.

'Thanks. Now, how about making dinner?'

'Why don't we order something? That way you'll don't have to cook.'

'It's okay, really.'

'Pizza sounds good to you?' he asked, having already dialed most of the number.

'Whatever.'

When the delivery guy came Flack paid him and Lily got out the plates and all the stuff they were going to need.

'Hey, I could have done it,' he rushed to where she was, taking the plates from her left hand.

'I'm not an invalid, alright? I spent a couple of days without your help and I did okay.'

'But it's your left hand and your dominant hand's the right one,' he explained.

'Ha. Sweetie, I might as well be ambidextrous now. I can even write with my left hand,' Lily raised her eyebrows.

'How?' he was surprised.

'Training. A couple of days at home can get really boring so I practised. I admit it, my handwriting's a bit messy but still legible and that's all that matters.'

'Bet you spent hours and hours trying to get things right,' he grabbed a slice and took a bite.

'Honey, would you mind cutting the slice for me?' she batted her eyelashes.

'What happened to miss self-sufficient?' he said with a chuckle as he took the fork and knife and obliged.

'Thanks.'

'So I was thinking, what do you do when you have a shower?' he asked after cutting the pizza in equally sized pieces.

'It's a bit hard but I manage …'

'How about getting some help?'

'I think I'll be okay.'

'I'll reach every spot. And don't worry, I'll be very thorough,' he licked his lips.

'Donny, what happened to your sweet side? And how come you're so naughty lately?'

'Hey, I just said I'd help you take a shower. The dirty thoughts were on your mind, not mine,' he grinned.

'I was going to say yes, but now that you've accused me of being a pervert …'

'You're right: I'm a bigger pervert than you and want to take advantage of you while on the shower. Sue me for loving you and your body.'

'Well, if you put it like that … You're going to be naked too, right? It's only fair.'

'Yeah. Even though you weren't naked when you gave me a bath.'

'We weren't together at that time!'

'And now?'

'Now your body's completely mine. Every single inch,' they melted into a kiss.

Kinda like a filler chapter for those in desperate need of fluff (God knows I am). Leave your comments, suggestions, opinions, advise.

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