Chapter 12 – Lost in You
Yes folks, last chapter, I'm guessing if that had been ANY of us, we'd have gone looking for a set of handcuffs and had our wicked way with the handsome, blue-eyed detective, but then again, I think Rebecca might just have been too distracted to form that coherent a thought!
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DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Bar Rebecca. As always, Alliance/Bruckheimer/CBS own everything bar the song titles!
And seeing as there's been nothing but praise for the last chapter (and much mention of handcuffs), do read on. But be warned…
NOW RATED AS AN M STORY AS I CAN'T GUARANTEE WHAT REBECCA AND FLACK MIGHT DO NEXT! IF YOU DON'T WANNA KNOW, DON'T READ ON!
People, there is a MAJOR season 5 spoiler in this chapter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Flack woke the next morning feeling pretty good with the world. The light was pouring into his bedroom and he stretched.
Admittedly, his dreams concerning one CSI Rhodes has been extremely x-rated the night before, despite his very cold shower before he's gone to bed the night before.
He wasn't complaining though. Her reaction to him the night before had caused his imagination to go into overdrive.
Right about now, he was imagining her naked. Beside him. Slowly waking up, turning towards him, with that lazy smile on her face that promised oh so much.
And already he could feel his body starting to react. Painfully.
Swallowing hard, Flack dragged himself out of bed and into the bathroom. Stepping into the shower, he set the temperature control to cold, even though the autumn weather was starting to drop the temperature in his apartment. Shivering at the cold blast of water beading across his body, he tried very hard not to imagine Rebecca in the shower with him, uh, assisting him. Swearing ever so slightly, Flack placed one hand on the tiled wall of the shower, while the other took care of some morning business. Cold showers sometimes didn't quite deal with his imagination it seemed.
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Rebecca was studying the text she'd gotten from Flack first thing, probably while he was still in bed, she thought, before groaning at the thought. Since she'd seen him in the locker room at the lab after that run, she'd had a whole lot of visual imagery with which to fuel her fantasies, most of which recently had involved a mostly naked Flack, towel round his waist, coming towards her, water droplets in his hair and then the towel slipping leaving him wearing nothing more than his sexy and devastating smile.
Of course, handcuffs featured quite heavily in some of her daydreams too. Sometimes he cuffed her, other times she cuffed him. She got the impression that he wouldn't be averse to either scenario. Sometimes she imagined him totally out of control; pushing her up against the wall, kissing her like there was no tomorrow, pulling her up against him, his hands fisting in her clothes before removing them altogether. Other times, she imagined him slow and patient, gently stroking her and touching her until she started begging him to just not stop.
Rebecca may not have had the world's hugest amount of experience when it came to men, but she could read Cosmo, not to mention the fact that she and a whole lot of other girls in her year had spent a lot of time hiding Silhouette romance novels that they'd checked out from the public library (or found in their mother's bedstands), learning a whole lot about sex that all the men of her acquaintance simply didn't seem to have. Rebecca got the distinct impression that Don Flack was not one of those men. Judging from his kisses, she could tell he was a man who liked to do everything well. And he'd promised she was going to find out just how well.
Rebecca, sitting at the kitchen island in her apartment, took a long sip of her hot java coffee. And then swallowed.
Yes, in all honesty Rebecca could put her hand on her heart and say she'd never had such a great time with her fantasies. Then again, she'd never had such great real experience to draw on.
According to the text message, Flack was going to pick her up and drive her to work this morning. Although, she thought wickedly, how the hell either of them were going to concentrate in that close proximity to each other she didn't know.
Flipping open her cell, she texted Angell, asking her to meet her for coffee at the stand just outside the precinct building, entitling the text 911!
Then, there was a knock at the door. Dumping the rest of the cup's contents down the sink, Rebecca grabbed her backpack and headed for the door. Her hands were shaking slightly as she unlocked the door, to see her favorite detective standing there, looking sharp in a suit and a terrible tie as always, with a soft grin tugging the corners of his mouth up. He leaned in and softly kissed her, with an intensity that took her breath away. As he pulled away from her, Rebecca slowly opened her eyes to look into his.
"Morning beautiful," he said.
Rebecca just smiled like an idiot, unable to stop herself.
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Waiting for Angell at the coffee stand, tapping her foot furiously, Rebecca glanced at her cell again.
Five minutes, it read, subway is murder this morning!
Then she heard someone shout her name and she looked up to see the tall, slim detective waving her hand to get her attention, just a short distance away. Rebecca turned to the vendor and ordered a double tall latte for her.
Angell couldn't keep the wicked grin from her face. She grabbed the coffee and then pulled Rebecca so that they landed on the bench just outside the door to the lab.
"So," demanded Angell, "I want details!"
Rebecca sipped her coffee slowly, knowing that the suspense was killing her new friend.
"It was good," she said, then smiled. "It was better than good, it was perfect!"
Rebecca grinned.
"And???" said Angell impatiently, "Is there anything else to report?"
Rebecca smirked, thinking back to the very pleasant time she'd had with Flack on his couch.
"There may have been kissing…" she tailed off. Angell whooped for joy.
"And???" she asked, knowing there must be more to it. Rebecca frowned slightly.
"Then he pulled the Grandma Flack rules on me," she said, pouting into her coffee. Angell didn't reply. She was looking at Rebecca in stunned silence.
"Uh, Jess?" said Rebecca, "You gonna say something?"
"He. Cited. Grandma. Flack?" Angell said, slowly.
"Yeah. Why?"
"Oh the man has definitely got it bad!" said Angell, laughing, "Because he's never cited Grandma Flack to any girl that I know of before !"
Rebecca nearly choked on the mouthful of coffee she was swallowing. Angell thumped her on the back.
"Now, Bec, details!" said Angell, so Rebecca told her all about the evening before and the events of the morning thus far.
They'd barely spoken during the drive, although they'd occasionally looked at each other. Then, quite out of the blue, Flack had reached over and placed his hand firmly on her thigh. Rebecca had taken a sharp intake of breath, before looking at him. They had stopped in traffic. He'd looked her right in the eye as his thumb had started to gently move in circles on her pant-covered leg. Rebecca had swallowed. Hard. Then the traffic had started again and he'd removed his hand to change gears, pulling out into the traffic in the direction of their workplace. Rebecca's mind had turned to mush. She couldn't think straight.
They'd pulled into the underground parking garage at the precinct and Flack had purposefully pulled into a parking space well away from his normal one. As Rebecca had reached for and opened the door, Flack had suddenly lunged across her and pulled the door closed before pulling her into his arms, then kissing her with a passion he hadn't quite used on her before, his hand at the back of her head, tangling in her hair. She'd been about to pull off his suit jacket, not caring where they were, or that they were probably being caught on CCTV right then and there, when he pulled back, looking with satisfaction at her dazed expression and swollen lips.
"I will see youlater," he'd said, before quickly exiting the vehicle and opening her door. He'd had one hand firmly in the small of her back as they both walked into the building. He'd left her in the elevator with a quick wink and a smirk, as she continued on her way up to the 35th floor.
It had taken a great deal of effort to pull herself together. Adam had had to call her name three times to get her attention over some evidence.
Rebecca shook her head, trying to clear it so she could focus. Angell was open-mouthed.
"Ya know," Angell said, "We'd flirt a little at work, but anything else was strictly off premises."
This, thought Rebecca, was very interesting information. She stood up. Angell followed.
"But, much though I want to keep on discussing our favorite blue-eyed boy," said Angell, "We gotta get back to making sure the streets stay safe for ungrateful New Yorkers!"
Rebecca laughed, following her friend back into the building.
Angell, of course, had not been able to resist sending a Flack-Bec status report to Danny, which had had him whooping in triumph and doing a little victory dance all round the lab, till Stella told him to get back to work.
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Over the course of the next few weeks, Flack had kept his word about taking things slowly. They'd seen a lot of each other; he'd taken her out for some nice meals, both casual and smart.
Sometimes they'd stayed in, just eating take-out, watching sports or movies.
Invariably, things got heated. Sometimes they made it back to one of their apartments. Sometimes they didn't.
On one occasion, Rebecca had spent dinner in a nice restaurant in TriBeCa running her foot up Flack's leg to the point where he'd dragged her down the nearest alley after they'd left and things had gotten really hot and heavy, as he'd kissed her lips and her neck, sucking gently on sensitive spots, finally slipping his hands under her sheer silk blouse, dragging little cries from her throat as he pushed her roughly against a wall.
And then he'd stopped, smirking at the look of frustrated passion in her eyes, wagging a finger at her when she'd reached for him to pull him back to her. That had caused a small cry of frustration to escape her lips.
He'd punished her over the next few days with only a few chaste pecks on the lips.
Another night, when she'd finally succeeded in getting Flack's hands all the way under her top and him moaning at the feel of her soft skin under his hands, she'd reciprocated by unbuttoning his shirt and had managed to start kissing his chest, gently tugging at the hairs on his chest. She'd felt him press himself between her legs and she'd moaned a little, welcoming the feel of all of him weighing on top of her. She'd felt the evidence of his passion pressed against her and she'd whispered how much she wanted him in his ear, gently biting on his earlobe. He'd stopped moving then. His hands had grabbed the cushion her head was resting on, shaking a little with the passion he felt. Then he'd pulled himself off of her and put his hands behind his head, as though he didn't dare to touch her. His eyes had been closed, his breathing hard, as he'd struggled to regain the control he'd so nearly lost. When she'd tentatively put her hand on his shoulder, he'd covered it with his own and looked deeply into her eyes and said one little word.
"No."
Yet another night, with only some mild and gentle making out on his couch had led to him standing up, insisting on getting her home. When she'd stretched out, yawning and smiling like the proverbial Cheshire cat, saying she was going to stay right where she was, Flack's face had taken on a look of determination, as he'd bent down, picked her up into a fireman's lift and then carried her, squealing, down the corridor to her own apartment. He'd opened her door, carried her into her bedroom and dumped her unceremoniously into the center of her own bed. Mind you, thought Rebecca, he hadn't been quick enough to pull away and she'd managed to drag him down on top of her, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him with as much passion as she could muster. That, she thought, had nearly broken him and on that occasion, he'd actually ripped off her t-shirt so that he could get better access to her. That had got her moaning and arching her back off the bed so his lips could suckle more of her soft skin.
But again, he'd managed to pull away. He wouldn't let her hands go anywhere near his belt so that she could, uh, return the favor. And he kept his own hands, thus far, above the waist.
Rebecca was getting desperate.
After several weeks of plain, old-fashioned teasing she had had enough. And she wanted payback.
She needed to phone a friend.
Angell was now on speed dial.
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The next morning had found the duo in their usual spot by the coffee stand. Rebecca had taken up running again, in addition to all the cold showers, to try and use up some of her excess energy. It wasn't really working.
She gave a rundown of everything that had been happening to Angell, who had listened. Angell had thought on the matter.
"So what do you want to do" she asked Rebecca.
"Get my own back," Rebecca had muttered, "And really force the damn issue! I mean, I appreciate him taking things slow, but there's only so much slow a girl can take! I want him already!"
She buried her face in her hands. Angell patted her on her back.
"He's just as frustrated as you, Bec," she said, "He chewed out a uni for making inappropriate comments about you yesterday."
Rebecca looked up, interested.
"You'd just walked through the precinct after you'd interrogated that dealer with Mac and one of the rookies made some comment about how fine you were and how he'd like to spend a blue flu day with you. Unfortunately, he made it within earshot of Don. The desperate detective nearly ripped him a new asshole and put him on report."
"Oh no!" said Rebecca (although secretly pleased with Flack's jealousy).
"The stupid rookie's going to be directing traffic in Midtown for a while," replied Angell, sipping her coffee.
"Jess, what the hell am I going to do!" wailed Rebecca.
Angell wiped the milk foam off the inside of her takeaway cup and sucked on her finger thoughtfully.
"Leave it with me," she said, "I'll come up with a plan."
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Rebecca didn't have long to wait. That afternoon, sitting in the break room, eating her lunch and perusing a case file, she became aware of a shadow looming over her. Looking up, she saw Angell, a fierce look on her face. Angell dropped something onto her lap. Before she could look closely, Angell bent down spoke to her.
"Don't look at them," she hissed, "Go hide my second best pair of handcuffs in your locker. Quick, before Messer sees you!"
Rebecca looked down and saw the handcuffs, with the key, laying in her lap. In her hurry to get up, she spilled her Snapple all over the case file.
"For God's sake, woman!" Angell almost shrieked, "I'll clear it up, just get those things into your bag!!"
Rebecca had scurried from the break room as quick as she could, managing to get them into her locker and closed it, just as Stella came into the locker room and opened her own locker, right next to Rebecca's.
"You ok, kid?" she'd asked, seeing the rabbit-trapped-in-headlights expression on her face.
Rebecca had barely been able to squeak an affirmative, before running out of the room, back to Angell.
Angell had given her just one piece of advice: Go for both hands.
Later on, at home, weighing the "bracelets" in her hand, Rebecca had smirked. She knew exactly what she was going to do with these.
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Reviewing the events of the evening much later, Flack supposed he had maybe lost some of his detecting skills when he spent time around Rebecca.
She'd seemed so, well, well-behaved, when he'd knocked at her door, bearing pizza and beer.
She'd invited him in. They'd eaten. She hadn't said a word about the previous night.
That, he thought, should have been the biggest clue that she was up to something.
She'd put on some music. He hadn't been paying attention to what and then she'd placed herself on his lap and started kissing him.
They'd been slow kisses, almost drug-like in their sweetness and he'd gotten so into them he hadn't noticed one of her hands leave his arms. He also probably shouldn't have let her take the lead either. His hands had remained by his side.
Then he'd felt something cold around his wrist. He'd heard a sharp click. His eyes had flown open and he'd lunged forward, which unfortunately had allowed Rebecca access to his other hand and she'd cuffed that too, his hands behind him. He'd sat back on her couch, slightly defeated. Rebecca had gotten up and stood just looking at him, with a wicked little smile playing on her lips.
And that's when he'd known he was really in trouble.
She bent over him, careful not to touch him and then she'd whispered to him in his ear exactly what she had in mind.
She wanted to taste him. All of him. And she was going to. And she'd assured him he was going to like it.
She'd broken off all of his protests with more kisses and to be fair, he didn't have the heart to stop her. He knew what she was going to do and the thought had made him beyond ready for what she had in mind.
As she'd opened his shirt, she'd licked and kissed as she exposed each inch of skin as she undid each button. Then she'd pulled his shirt slowly out of his trousers. She'd run her hands over his stomach, scars and all, stopping to lave each of his battle wounds with her tongue.
When he'd protested that she was moving too fast, she'd threatened to gag him with his tie, so he'd shut up then, just letting what she was doing turn him on even more. He'd felt himself get harder, more so than he'd ever been.
He'd groaned. She hadn't even touched him there yet and already he could feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead and temples. She's raised herself over him, kissing and touching him, teasing him, getting to know every single, delectable inch of the sexy detective.
When she'd put her hand on his belt and raised and eyebrow, he'd just nodded, biting his lip, the muscles in his neck cording with strain as he'd thrown his head back. He'd felt her small hand lightly rub down the zipper of his trousers. He'd watched the seductive smile toy at her lips as she'd felt the evidence of his need for her under her fingers. She'd bitten her own lip and Flack had closed his eyes, the sound of the snap of his trousers never sounding louder than at that moment. Then he'd heard the sound of the zipper being pulled down and a slight release of pressure on his nether regions. He'd moaned then and the little vixen had leaned forward and swallowed it in a kiss.
When she'd tugged at his pants to pull them down, he'd lifted his hips to help her. He hadn't been able to do anything else. When she'd gone for his boxers as well, he'd muttered an oath that had made her smile. She had been so careful not to touch him there. Not yet.
She'd touched his legs, scraped her nails across the sensitive part of his inner thighs and it had felt both good and like fire was spreading all across him. He'd hissed at how good her touch felt.
And then he'd closed his eyes, because he didn't think he could take much more of this. She'd teased him some more and then, finally she'd touched him and he'd nearly leapt off the couch. He'd been begging as he felt her hands on him, begging for her to stop, to not stop, to uncuff him so he could touch her, anything, most of it not coherent.
And all she'd done was smile and keep up the small movements of her hand. And he'd closed his eyes again, reveling in how good it felt.
Then he'd felt her body heat move away from him. He hadn't been expecting what happened next.
He'd felt the warm heat, the touch of her tongue along with her hand and he'd sworn loudly.
He'd groaned as she licked, sucked and nipped and all he could think was that he wasn't ever going to tease her like he had again. Well, not in the sense of leaving her unsatisfied.
Although this was a lot of fun.
As she'd felt his hips start to jerk towards her and his muttering become incoherent, she'd climbed into his lap again and used her hands on him. In between kisses, she'd whispered in his ear, urging him on to his satisfaction.
And then, finally, with a groan and a shudder, he'd spilled, hot, into her hands.
She'd held him close for a moment, kissing the top of his head, before going to get the necessaries to clean him up, which she had done, oh so gently, before kissing him and uncuffing his hands.
He'd pulled her into his lap, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead against hers, just breathing. Then he'd opened his eyes to look into hers, all the emotion of just how amazing what she had done for him felt readable on his face. She'd helped him put his clothes right before asking him if he wanted to stay the night.
He'd joked that he would be no use to her and she'd smiled and said it was OK. Plus, he had to remember the rule, she'd reminded him, to keep his hands to himself, lest Grandma Flack turn in her grave.
He'd been so relaxed, he'd just pulled her into his arms and they'd both drifted off to sleep, dimly aware that she was stroking his forearm, which he had wrapped around her waist as he spooned with her.
Although he'd kissed her awake in the morning, he'd quickly left, just in case he misbehaved. But he promised her he was getting his own back later.
Angell found a grande extra shot latte waiting for her on her desk when she started her shift that morning.
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OK, that's the first scene like that I've ever written and it's been taking shape in my mind, oh since I saw S5.20 (giggles).
Hope you like it – be nice!