Chapter 13 – Fun for Me
The chapter title comes from a song by an old band called Moloko and it's one of the sexiest things I've ever heard. Listen to a snippet on iTunes and let me know what you think. It's very much the soundtrack to this chapter, if you know what I mean!
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I understand that some of you thought the last chapter was really OK. I'm very pleased. Cold showers all round? ;)
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Flack was struggling a little with the morning crossword, sitting at his desk, otherwise minding his own business. Or as far as he could, seeing as every now and then his dirty, perverted mind went back to the things Rebecca had done with her hands and mouth the previous evening.
And to what his dirty, perverted mind was coming up with for her as payback for the absolutely exquisite torture shed inflicted on him. He shuffled a little uncomfortably in his chair as the memories – and his imagination - caused certain parts of his anatomy to start stirring.
Down boy, he thought. He focused on clue 3 down; what the hell was another name for a white blood cell? Damn science geeks and their freakin' touch clues.
His attention was further distracted by the doors swinging open and his colleague, good friend, ex-girlfriend and sometime work partner sashayed her way into the precinct, getting the usual amount of male attention from uniforms, detectives and perps alike. A slow wolf whistle came from somewhere.
"Bite me!" said Angell, in the general direction of the appreciative sound, as she came closer to Flack's desk. She stopped right in front of him and dumped a familiar take-out cup in front of him, followed by the creamer and a couple packs of sugar.
"Thanks," muttered Flack, taking off the lid and dumping the contents of the sugar packs and creamer carton into his coffee, before stirring it with a pen.
"Good night, Detective," asked Angell, entirely too innocently.
Flack's eyes met hers with a hard stare, wondering what on earth she could possibly know, but before he could say anything, Angell had spotted the large reusable take-out coffee cup-come-thermos that was sitting in the middle of her desk. She dashed over and opened the lid, taking a long sip from it with obvious pleasure. Her cell beeped and she checked the message before smirking.
"Someone love ya?" asked Flack.
"Not exactly," she said, "Just appreciative for some, uh, assistance I gave them in a certain matter," she replied.
Before Flack could ask what the matter was or the assistance she's rendered, a call came
from dispatch about two homicides, sending both detectives off in different directions.
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The break room on the 35th floor was a little crowded. It was filled with female lab rats cooing over the cutest baby and even Sid had appeared from the autopsy room in the bowels of the building to admire the latest addition to the lab family. Lindsay Messer had brought in her baby girl for the team to see. Mac hadn't had the heart to tell everyone to get back to work. Stella, of course, had taken possession of the little one as soon as Lindsay had got to the 35th floor and was cuddling the little girl, murmuring to her in Greek, the little girl smiling and grabbing one of Stella's curls with her little hand. Danny was watching the scene with amusement, grinning at the sight of all the women (and not a few of the men) falling in love with his little, blue-eyed girl. Adam and Hawkes, men that they were, were standing by the coffee machine, maintaining what they called a "safe, fall-out distance" from the rest of them, but Mac was standing close by Stella, a smile on his face as he watched his close friend and partner muttering away happily to the little girl, who by now was shoving her little fist into the detective's mouth. Stella blew a raspberry at her, which got a big smile in response.
Lindsay was watching the scene with amusement and she was also taking the opportunity to size Rebecca up. From what she had heard from Danny, the pretty girl had managed to snare Flack completely. She'd liked the girl instantly, not least because she'd got the measure of Danny in the gym. Oh yes, Lindsay had heard all about that before Danny had even got home. Danny hadn't been amused at Lindsay's uncontrollable laughter over it.
Lindsay had already taken the opportunity to invite Rebecca over for dinner, an invitation she'd readily accepted. Lindsay was mentally preparing a guest list of four. Well, Flack wouldn't have far to go to collect her to bring her over, would he?
Finally, Mac cleared his throat and announced that everyone needed to get back to work, seeing as crime didn't solve itself and, reluctantly, the group had broken up. Stella had hugged Lindsay before heading back to Trace with Danny, leaving Lindsay and Rebecca alone in the break room. Rebecca had sat down next to the Montana woman, gently stroking the baby's head with a little smile on her face. Rebecca liked babies. Plainly, thought Lindsay, Louise liked her, as her little girl launched herself into Rebecca's arms. Lindsay smiled as Rebecca cuddled her little girl, named after her uncle Louie. Louise's hand was on Rebecca's face and Rebecca was pretending to eat the little hand, causing giggles from the little one. Rebecca was totally engrossed in what was going on and didn't see one tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed detective enter the area.
Flack stopped in the doorway, looking at the scene in front of him. Rebecca, playing with babies, cute, he thought. He glanced at Lindsay, to see a look of amusement crossing her face. He walked swiftly over to his friend and sometime bane of his life with her smart-ass comments to grab her in a bear-hug.
"Hey Montana," he said, "Good to see you. When you coming back to work?"
Lindsay smiled, having noticed the soft look that had come across Flack's face when he'd looked at Rebecca. Danny was right, she thought.
"Oh, couple of weeks," she replied, "I found an awesome round-the-clock daycare center near here. They've got a space opening up in ten days then I'm back on the clock!"
"Be good to have you back," said Flack, "Just no more smart-ass comments about freakin' dolls a'right?"
Lindsay regarded him with a smug look on her face.
"Just 'cause you couldn't come up with a good enough come-back quick enough and had to imply I was crazy," she said.
Rebecca was focusing on the baby because she didn't dare look at Flack. Lindsay took the baby out of her arms.
"I gotta go," Lindsay said, "I need to get some groceries. That husband of mine grouches something awful when he's hungry, not that I'm coking tonight!"
She picked up the baby bag and her purse and parked the baby in her buggy. She hugged Flack and then hugged Rebecca, reminding her about dinner and telling her to ask Danny for the address. Then the new mom was gone, heading towards the elevators, leaving Flack and Rebecca alone in the break room.
Rebecca met Flack's stare head on. She smiled a little and was about to say something when her phone beeped with an incoming message from Angell.
"Sorry Flack," she said with a smile, "Duty calls."
And sauntered out of the room, knowing just what effect her retreating backside was having on the blue-eyed cop.
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He didn't see her for a couple of hours.
He'd finally spotted her in the elevator. She'd been stood against the back, reading a case file, pretending not to notice him standing by the control panel. There had been quite a few others in the elevator to begin with.
One by one, floor by floor, the elevator had emptied, leaving the two of them alone. Flack had watched her toying with her hair, a smile dancing across her lips, reading the case file. If it hadn't been the right way up he'd have said she was faking it.
Then she had to go bite her lip.
Then she looked at him. He saw the wicked little look in her eyes, the suggestive smile forming on her lips. Flack was tapping his memo book against his thigh, a hard, lustful look in his eyes as he looked straight at her.
And then he was damned if she didn't look him square in the eyes, right back and lick her lips at him.
That was it. He'd been transported right back to her couch, gotten hard in an instant, pushed himself off the wall of the elevator and slammed his hand on the emergency stop button.
He'd heard her throaty little laugh, which had turned him on even more, as he'd been in front of her in an instant and she'd wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on tight for the ride as he'd picked her up and slammed her back against the wall of the car, her case file falling to the floor.
She'd wrapped one leg around his waist as he'd pushed his lower half onto her and had opened her mouth willingly to his, kissing him with as much passion as he was kissing her. He'd groaned as she'd moved her mouth to his throat, his ear lobe, licking and nipping her way across his adam's apple, before returning her mouth to his to pay more attention to his. As she'd licked her way across his inner lower lip, he'd ground his hips into hers a little harder, before she'd pushed him back away from her and walked to the control panel and resumed their journey.
"Don Flack," she'd said, "What would your grandma say?"
Before he could come back with a suitable response, they'd arrived at her floor, she'd picked up her file and exited the elevator, pausing once as she'd walked off, to glance back and throw him a wink.
And for the second time that day, Don had been left watching her retreating sweet ass with a smile on his lips and the hard-on from hell.
Oh he was going to get her back for this, he thought, he was going to get her good.
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Later that shift, as Flack was sitting back at his desk dealing with his least favorite thing – paperwork – he saw Rebecca walk through the precinct to Angell's desk, her progress across the room followed by most of the men in it, he thought irritably. He'd watched Rebecca perch herself on a corner of Jess' desk. Then he'd watched her take something familiar out of her purse and toss them to the brunette detective. A pair of "bracelets". The detective had smirked. Flack had sat bolt upright.
"Thanks," said Rebecca, just loud enough that Flack could hear her.
"Did you get your man?" asked Angell, also just loud enough for Flack to hear. His eyes narrowed. He should have guessed that the two of them together was trouble. Handcuffs, he muttered under his breath, what was it about women and handcuffs?
"Oh yeah," Rebecca replied, not daring to glance in Flack's direction, "And let's just say I don't think he'll be planning on, er, holding out on me with any evidence again any time soon."
Angell stowed her second best pair of handcuffs in the top drawer of her desk and grabbed her purse from it.
"You done?" she asked Rebecca.
"Yup. Now let's hit the stores," Rebecca replied. Angell grinned cheekily at Flack.
"What the hell are you two up to now?" he asked, annoyed.
"I'm hitting Macy's with my new bestie here," said Angell, wrapping an arm around Rebecca's shoulder and planting a wet smacker on Rebecca's lips. Rebecca grinned in response, the exchange not going unnoted by the rest of the room. Flack could hear the thoughts as though they were being said out loud.
They didn't….
Oh hell….
They DID….Christ what an image….
Flack knew exactly what every hot-blooded man with a pulse in the room was thinking, because he was thinking the same damn thing himself. And, unlike most of them he had carnal knowledge of one and intended carnal knowledge of the other. The thought of two girls doing the down and dirty, especially two he knew that well, was just too damn hot for words. Even though he and Jess were history, he still appreciated the fact that she was one sexy woman and he swallowed. He watched the two women saunter out of the room through the swing doors, arm in arm. The two women, unseen by anyone else, had collapsed in fits of giggles just outside the precinct building.
The departure of the two women had had all eyes following them. Danny Messer, walking out of one of the interrogation rooms, reading a case file in hand, had missed the antics of the two women, but he sure as hell didn't miss what came next, just about catching mutters from around the room about the two girls.
"Shut the hell up and get your minds outta the gutter!" Flack shouted, with not a little edge of frustration to his voice, "The next person so much as thinks something unprofessional about Detective Angell or Detective Rhodes is going to be given on a silver platter to the lab for a month's worth of dumpster-diving duty!"
Then he stood, grabbed his coat and strode over to Danny, who was standing there with his mouth wide open.
"You done for the day Messer?" he asked roughly.
"Yeah? Why?" asked Danny in reply.
"Then you can buy me a drink or ten at Sully's with your ill-gotten gains from that pool!" Flack ground out between his teeth.
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Their shopping trip had been most successful. Angell and Rebecca had attacked Macy's with gusto and it was Angell who had spotted the slinky red silk wrap dress that set off Rebecca's coloring to a T. She assured Rebecca that Flack wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of her if she wore it around him.
Then the two bad girls had landed up in the NHL store, buying themselves matching St Paddy's day green t-shirts, before heading back to Rebecca's place, stopping for a slice and plenty of beers, ice-cream and popcorn on the way there.
Sometimes the impromptu girls' night sleepovers were the best.
Some loud 70s and 80s music, a chick flick or two, several beers and strange colors of nail lacquer on their toes later, the two women, dressed in their matching t-shirts and teeny boy shorts had been disturbed by a knock at the door. Rebecca was bent over, grabbing yet another couple of beers from the refrigerator.
"Can you get that Jess!" she yelled.
A slightly-the-worse-for-wear Jess Angell had danced her way to the door and flung it open.
To be confronted by the sight of Flack, a little the worse for wear himself, a six pack in hand, tie loosened. A look of shock spread across his face at the sight of Jess in her state of undress.
"I can't find anymore beers!" bellowed Rebecca, above the sound of the stereo, "Who the hell is it?"
"Your neighbor," Jess shouted back, "He's either here to borrow some coffee or to arrest us, I'm not sure which!"
Rebecca danced to the door and smiled a soppy, happy smile at the sight of Flack, whose eyes grew wider at the state of Rebecca's undress and at the fact the two of them were matching in their green Rangers' shirts. Then Rebecca wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a toe-tingling kiss, before noticing what was in his hand.
"Ooh!" she said, "Beer! Thanks Donnie!" before grabbing them and shutting the door to apartment in his face.
A stunned Flack stood there dumbly looking at the closed door in front of him for a couple of minutes. He wasn't sure what had shocked him more; the sight of Rebecca and Jess in their outfits or the sight of Rebecca so tanked. He could hear the sound of laughter coming from behind the door. He slowly turned and walked down the corridor to his apartment.
Those two, he thought, together. Trouble.
Back in Rebecca's apartment, both women collapsed onto Rebecca's couch in fits of giggles.
"You stole his beer!" exclaimed Jess.
Rebecca giggled. "I know," she said, "Did you see the look on his face?"
"Yeah," laughed Jess, "And, girlfriend, you are so in trouble!"
"He's really gonna make me pay for that, isn't he," agreed Rebecca, before they both twisted off the caps of their beer and chinked the bottles together before taking a swig. And collapsing against each other in fits of laughter again.
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Jess had stayed over, too drunk to make her own way home. Fortunately, she was on a late shift the next day and Rebecca had the day off. Both women had nursed major hangovers, although they'd agreed they had to do that again sometime soon.
Privately Jess thought there was no way in hell Flack was going to let her and Rebecca mess around like that, although she'd like to see him try and stop them.
Rebecca had decided to cook a nice dinner for her neighbor, ulterior motives notwithstanding. Jess had informed her that he was on an early shift, so Rebecca had gone out, bought some food, some wine and left a note taped to his door inviting him over.
She'd tidied her apartment. She'd even pulled the table from its place in the bay window to closer to the center of the room. It was laid for two, candles, napkins, wine glasses.
Then she'd taken a long shower to get ready, as dinner wouldn't take long to prepare.
Admittedly, she was worried a little that Flack wouldn't show. Only a little. Jess had called her with a sit ref on how he was acting at work.
Tightly strung had been two of the words she'd used to describe his mood. Edgy had been another and she'd giggled as she described the glares she'd got from Flack that day until she'd gone home.
Rebecca put the finishing touches to her appearance. Her hair was soft and shiny, with slight waves to it, the tumbling dark locks falling half way down her back. She wore a little make-up and had applied gloss to her lips, so they looked full and inviting. She smoothed her hands down the red silk wrap dress she had bought with Jess the day before, knowing that underneath was a matching silk slip and sheer, gauzy, vintage underwear from a little store in London that she had discovered with Bones on their last trip there. Sexy, black seamed hold-up stockings and pretty black heels completed her outfit.
At a quarter after seven, she was not disappointed. There was a knock at the door. She turned the lights down to dim and lit the candles on the table, before opening the door to find Flack, bottle of wine in hand. She smiled widely.
His eyes just widened at the sight of her. She stepped aside and gestured to him to enter her apartment. As he passed her he caught a whiff of her perfume; light, fruity, hints of vanilla, flowers and…blackcurrant he thought. It suited her. Much like the incredible dress she was wearing, which showed off her sexy curves to their full potential.
He could smell something delicious. Other than her of course.
She served him some wine, not their usual drink of choice, but he had to admit it was good. He sat at the table and watched her moving around the kitchen. He teased her a little about not knowing whether or not she could actually cook, seeing as they mostly ate take-out when they were together or ate out. She'd laughed, a little throaty laugh that turned him on.
She served them both a simple dish of gnocchi and pesto. And then the fun had begun.
He'd never imagined, in a million years, that someone taking such dainty bites could turn him on so much. He was transfixed by her mouth. And she knew it, exaggerating each, little bite to work him up even higher.
Somehow he'd managed to finish his meal, reasoning with himself that he thought he'd probably need the energy from the carbs later.
Then she'd stood up, cleared the plates and walked past him, brushing him slightly, on her way to the sink to dump the dishes. She'd got dessert out of the refrigerator and handed it to him to put on the table, but Flack wasn't really hungry anymore. Not for food anyway. His eyes had narrowed and as she'd passed by him on her way back to the table, he made his move.
He tugged at the bow holding the dress closed and it untied, causing the dress to open and Flack to take a sharp intake of breath. Silk on silk, any hot-blooded detective's fantasy.
She stopped dead and turned to face him, a slight flush coloring her cheeks. She raised an eyebrow.
"Is it your birthday, detective?" Rebecca asked, "It sure as shit ain't Christmas and they're the only two occasions you should be unwrapping presents on!"
Flack grinned, stood and advanced on Rebecca, who stood her ground.
"C'mere you!" he said, a little roughly.
Rebecca squealed with laughter as he grabbed her close, then moved her backwards and tumbled them both onto her couch. He settled between her thighs, her under him and his eyes darkened with promise. Rebecca's lips parted and her pupils dilated with desire. Desire for him, he thought with satisfaction.
He carefully laid the sides of her dress apart and ran a finger across the lace edge of her slip where it clung to the tops of her breasts, noticing the softness of her silky, creamy skin. He watched her shiver and arch into his touch, the man in him reveling in her sharp intake of breath at his touch and her reaction to it. He bent forward, kissing the side of her neck where he knew she had a sensitive spot and was rewarded by her moan of pleasure. He felt her move her hands up his back. He kissed her once, then twice and she kissed him back. He leaned forwards and nipped her earlobes.
"I never could wait to open my presents," he said, breathing raggedly.
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And I'm leaving it there because I'm just plain evil! Hope you enjoyed the fluff!! Next chapter is gonna get a little dark. I know I keep saying that, but it is, honest. Tinks, hope you like this one! X
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